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: Apologies aren't the easiest things in the world.
CHAPTER 3
"Okay, Connor. Here you are," said Cordelia, that next day which was a Tuesday. "Don't forget what your dad told you to do."
"Okay. Bye, Aunt Cordy," said Connor.
"Bye, Connor." Cordy ran down to her car and gave Connor a wave. He waved back glumly.
Connor walked into his school with his book bag dragging along behind him. He poked his head into his class. Mrs. Jay had not come in yet but Ryan was there near a few of his friends. Connor rolled his eyes and walked into the classroom.
"Oh, no," another kid whispered to Ryan. "It's that freak kid."
"What do you want now?" asked Ryan angrily.
Connor replied dryly, "Sorry that I knocked you senseless the other day."
"Apology unaccepted, freak!" Ryan snapped.
"I said I was sorry!"
"You didn't even mean it," Ryan retorted.
"Duh! Why would I mean it? I'm not sorry at all. I only said it because my dad made me! I wouldn't apologize to you if I'd killed you!"
"Shut up, freak! And get away from me. I think I'm diseased with you near."
"Butt face," Connor muttered. He sat at his desk and put his head face down. "Stupid!" He couldn't be heard. He was too muffled.
"Hi, honey," said Cordy, when Connor walked up to her at the end of the day. "Have fun today?"
"No," Connor replied.
"Did you apologize?" asked Cordy.
"Yep," said Connor, crossing his fingers behind his back.
"Good. Let me get you home, okay?"
"Okay."
When she dropped Connor of at the hotel Cordy drove home. Connor started up the stairs.
"Whoa. Can't you say hello, short cake?" Lorne asked. He was at the front desk while Fred and Gunn were out on their latest mission.
"Hey," Connor said glumly. "Is my dad home?"
"Well, the sun is shining high outside so I'll give you a guess."
"Oh. Well, could you tell him I said sorry to that kid?" Connor asked.
"Why can't you tell him? Wouldn't he want to hear it from you?"
"I'm just tired, okay?" said Connor. Plus he wasn't in the mood for lying to someone else.
A/N: Issues, issues, and issues. Life is hard at seven. I know. That's when I had it hard at school. (But I think the eight grade is even harder.) Those of you who are wondering why Connor is so. . . out there you'll find out. I'm going somewhere with this so work with me here.
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: Apologies aren't the easiest things in the world.
CHAPTER 3
"Okay, Connor. Here you are," said Cordelia, that next day which was a Tuesday. "Don't forget what your dad told you to do."
"Okay. Bye, Aunt Cordy," said Connor.
"Bye, Connor." Cordy ran down to her car and gave Connor a wave. He waved back glumly.
Connor walked into his school with his book bag dragging along behind him. He poked his head into his class. Mrs. Jay had not come in yet but Ryan was there near a few of his friends. Connor rolled his eyes and walked into the classroom.
"Oh, no," another kid whispered to Ryan. "It's that freak kid."
"What do you want now?" asked Ryan angrily.
Connor replied dryly, "Sorry that I knocked you senseless the other day."
"Apology unaccepted, freak!" Ryan snapped.
"I said I was sorry!"
"You didn't even mean it," Ryan retorted.
"Duh! Why would I mean it? I'm not sorry at all. I only said it because my dad made me! I wouldn't apologize to you if I'd killed you!"
"Shut up, freak! And get away from me. I think I'm diseased with you near."
"Butt face," Connor muttered. He sat at his desk and put his head face down. "Stupid!" He couldn't be heard. He was too muffled.
"Hi, honey," said Cordy, when Connor walked up to her at the end of the day. "Have fun today?"
"No," Connor replied.
"Did you apologize?" asked Cordy.
"Yep," said Connor, crossing his fingers behind his back.
"Good. Let me get you home, okay?"
"Okay."
When she dropped Connor of at the hotel Cordy drove home. Connor started up the stairs.
"Whoa. Can't you say hello, short cake?" Lorne asked. He was at the front desk while Fred and Gunn were out on their latest mission.
"Hey," Connor said glumly. "Is my dad home?"
"Well, the sun is shining high outside so I'll give you a guess."
"Oh. Well, could you tell him I said sorry to that kid?" Connor asked.
"Why can't you tell him? Wouldn't he want to hear it from you?"
"I'm just tired, okay?" said Connor. Plus he wasn't in the mood for lying to someone else.
A/N: Issues, issues, and issues. Life is hard at seven. I know. That's when I had it hard at school. (But I think the eight grade is even harder.) Those of you who are wondering why Connor is so. . . out there you'll find out. I'm going somewhere with this so work with me here.