CONNOR
AU
NOTE: I do not own these Angel characters except for some you may not recognize. These characters belong to Joss and the WB.
NOTE 2: I wrote this story because I wanted to do another Angel story. I had fun with the other two. But this story is very different. This fan fiction is about a seven-year-old Connor. In this fiction that jerk Holtz didn't kidnap him. But Connor is a serious brat! Also there might not be corporal punishment in this one (only maybe) but more than likely there will be threatening of that. Hey, they do it on the Cosby show. Also flames are not allowed in this. So don't even think about it. Don't forget how I snapped at the last person who flamed me. Also enjoy!
Summary: Angel tries to talk to Connor about what happened earlier.
CHAPTER 2
Connor was doodling in his bedroom when he heard a knock at the door.
"Go away!" Connor yelled.
"Connor, it's me," Angel said.
"I don't care!"
"Connor." Angel walked into the bedroom. He sat next to his son on the bed. "We have to talk."
"I'm in trouble, right?"
"Well, yeah, but I still want to talk to you. What are you drawing?"
"Nothing," said Connor. He stuffed the doodled on paper into the book he'd had the paper on. He sat the book on his night table.
"Connor, I don't understand you. Why do you cause so much trouble?" Angel asked angrily. Connor looked away from him with a scowl on his face. "Connor." Angel was losing his patience.
"People hate me," his son finally replied.
"I think you have that mixed up."
"No, I don't! Even at that other stupid school people treated me different."
"You aren't the nicest kid in the world," said Angel. Connor was quiet. He didn't know how to respond. "You want to tell me what happened today?"
"I hit some stupid Ryan kid," Connor grumbled.
"Actually, what I heard is that you broke his nose. I can't believe you did that."
"Well, I did. He called me nuts, Dad."
Angel lifted Connor up and sat the short boy between his legs. "Okay, look. What have I told you about solving your problems by hurting people?"
"Come on, Dad," Connor whined.
"Connor Angel!"
"Okay. I'm not supposed to start fights with words."
"Or." Angel prompted.
"Fists," Connor finished.
"Okay," said Angel, ruffling his hair lovingly. "You have to apologize to this kid, you know."
"Do I have to?" Connor griped.
"Yeah," said Angel bluntly.
"Okay." Connor rolled his eyes annoyingly.
"Go clean up for dinner. We'll finish this later. And no dessert."
"Okay," Connor grumbled. As he got up Angel landed a small swat on his rear end. Connor left out of his room.
Angel picked up the book and took out the drawing Connor had made. Angel's eyes grew slightly wide. Connor had drawn a woman with a handheld ax driven into the back of her neck! Angel could not believe this. What had Connor been thinking? Angel left out of the room and went to Wesley's study.
"Hi, Angel," said Wesley, looking up from a book.
"Look at this," said Angel. He put the drawing down on Wesley's book.
"Whoa. Aren't you depressed."
"That's not mine. It's Connor's."
"What? What's wrong with him?"
"I don't know, Wes. He's been getting into a lot of trouble lately."
"I heard about today. What'd you do?"
"I talked to him," Angel replied.
"And."
"And he's not getting dessert tonight."
"Oh."
"Oh?"
"It's just that he broke a child's nose, Angel. Then there are these drawings of death. You have to start being firmer with him is all," said Wesley.
"Firmer?" said Angel. "Sometimes I think I'm too hard on him."
"Too hard? I swear, Angel, that child has you wrapped around his little finger."
"He does not."
"For one he's your only child, for two he's the only child you'll ever have, and three he is quite adorable in an imp kind of way."
"My child is not an imp."
"Well, what do you call it?"
"Connor isn't like most kids, you know."
"Yes. Most kids don't get away with anything they want," said Wesley.
Angel was quiet then thinking that over. He had no idea of how to respond to that.
A/N: You guys have issues with mean Connor, right? Well, what do you expect? You can't honestly expect him to be as good-natured as most kids his age. He is the son of TWO vampires. I know kids who behave worse than Connor and they're teenagers! So read and review and once again flames will have consequences of the WORST proportions. *Evil laugh*
AU
NOTE: I do not own these Angel characters except for some you may not recognize. These characters belong to Joss and the WB.
NOTE 2: I wrote this story because I wanted to do another Angel story. I had fun with the other two. But this story is very different. This fan fiction is about a seven-year-old Connor. In this fiction that jerk Holtz didn't kidnap him. But Connor is a serious brat! Also there might not be corporal punishment in this one (only maybe) but more than likely there will be threatening of that. Hey, they do it on the Cosby show. Also flames are not allowed in this. So don't even think about it. Don't forget how I snapped at the last person who flamed me. Also enjoy!
Summary: Angel tries to talk to Connor about what happened earlier.
CHAPTER 2
Connor was doodling in his bedroom when he heard a knock at the door.
"Go away!" Connor yelled.
"Connor, it's me," Angel said.
"I don't care!"
"Connor." Angel walked into the bedroom. He sat next to his son on the bed. "We have to talk."
"I'm in trouble, right?"
"Well, yeah, but I still want to talk to you. What are you drawing?"
"Nothing," said Connor. He stuffed the doodled on paper into the book he'd had the paper on. He sat the book on his night table.
"Connor, I don't understand you. Why do you cause so much trouble?" Angel asked angrily. Connor looked away from him with a scowl on his face. "Connor." Angel was losing his patience.
"People hate me," his son finally replied.
"I think you have that mixed up."
"No, I don't! Even at that other stupid school people treated me different."
"You aren't the nicest kid in the world," said Angel. Connor was quiet. He didn't know how to respond. "You want to tell me what happened today?"
"I hit some stupid Ryan kid," Connor grumbled.
"Actually, what I heard is that you broke his nose. I can't believe you did that."
"Well, I did. He called me nuts, Dad."
Angel lifted Connor up and sat the short boy between his legs. "Okay, look. What have I told you about solving your problems by hurting people?"
"Come on, Dad," Connor whined.
"Connor Angel!"
"Okay. I'm not supposed to start fights with words."
"Or." Angel prompted.
"Fists," Connor finished.
"Okay," said Angel, ruffling his hair lovingly. "You have to apologize to this kid, you know."
"Do I have to?" Connor griped.
"Yeah," said Angel bluntly.
"Okay." Connor rolled his eyes annoyingly.
"Go clean up for dinner. We'll finish this later. And no dessert."
"Okay," Connor grumbled. As he got up Angel landed a small swat on his rear end. Connor left out of his room.
Angel picked up the book and took out the drawing Connor had made. Angel's eyes grew slightly wide. Connor had drawn a woman with a handheld ax driven into the back of her neck! Angel could not believe this. What had Connor been thinking? Angel left out of the room and went to Wesley's study.
"Hi, Angel," said Wesley, looking up from a book.
"Look at this," said Angel. He put the drawing down on Wesley's book.
"Whoa. Aren't you depressed."
"That's not mine. It's Connor's."
"What? What's wrong with him?"
"I don't know, Wes. He's been getting into a lot of trouble lately."
"I heard about today. What'd you do?"
"I talked to him," Angel replied.
"And."
"And he's not getting dessert tonight."
"Oh."
"Oh?"
"It's just that he broke a child's nose, Angel. Then there are these drawings of death. You have to start being firmer with him is all," said Wesley.
"Firmer?" said Angel. "Sometimes I think I'm too hard on him."
"Too hard? I swear, Angel, that child has you wrapped around his little finger."
"He does not."
"For one he's your only child, for two he's the only child you'll ever have, and three he is quite adorable in an imp kind of way."
"My child is not an imp."
"Well, what do you call it?"
"Connor isn't like most kids, you know."
"Yes. Most kids don't get away with anything they want," said Wesley.
Angel was quiet then thinking that over. He had no idea of how to respond to that.
A/N: You guys have issues with mean Connor, right? Well, what do you expect? You can't honestly expect him to be as good-natured as most kids his age. He is the son of TWO vampires. I know kids who behave worse than Connor and they're teenagers! So read and review and once again flames will have consequences of the WORST proportions. *Evil laugh*