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: This chapter should be called babysitter blues.
CHAPTER 4
"Fred," said Angel, walking down the stairs that night. "Could you and Gunn do me a favor?"
"What is it?" asked Fred.
"Wesley and Lorne are out. Could you guys watch Connor while I'm out?" Angel asked.
"Why can't you get Cordy?" Fred asked.
"Uh, because she's the one I'm going out with."
"You and Cordy have a date?"
"It's not really a date. It's just two friends going to a movie and dinner together."
"Then why can't you bring Connor?"
"Fred, please."
"Okay. I'm sure Charles won't mind," said Fred.
"Thanks, Fred," said Angel, with a two thousand watt smile.
Connor had been listening from the stairs. He smiled to himself mischievously and headed up to his room. A few minutes later he heard a knock at the door. Connor looked up from where he lay on his bed.
"Come in."
Angel walked in. "Hey, buddy. Listen, I have something to do tonight so your uncle Gunn and aunt Fred will be staying with you tonight, okay?"
"Sure. Okay," said Connor.
"Be good for them, Connor. I mean it." Angel shut the door.
"Like he meant that," Connor muttered.
Gunn saw Angel leave out the door when he walked out to the front desk. Gunn walked up and kissed Fred on the cheek.
"Where's he going?" Gunn asked.
"Just out," Fred replied.
"Wait a minute. Who's staying with the kid?"
"We are."
"Fred."
"Charles, don't start. You adore Connor and you know it."
"No. I adored baby Connor. I have some issues with seven years old Connor."
"You don't mean that. It'll be fine. I promise."
"Okay. It can't be that bad."
A few hours later Connor was drawing his latest picture. This time it was a vulture flying above someone's skull. But it was very well drawn and colored. It was still depressing, though.
"Connor," Fred called.
"I'm busy," Connor called down.
"Come on, Connor. Come and eat," Fred called again.
"Okay!" Connor put his drawing in one of his drawers before going down to the dining room.
There was a large bowl of spaghetti, a plate of dinner rolls, a pitcher of lemonade, and a place set for Gunn, Fred, and Connor. It looked delicious. Connor and the adults sat down at the table. Fred and Gunn sat the ends of the table and Connor sat at a side. Gunn and Fred quickly got into the food. But even after ten minutes Connor didn't touch anything but had food on his plate.
"What's wrong, Connor? Why aren't you eating?" asked Fred.
"I don't like it," Connor replied.
"I thought you loved spaghetti," said Gunn.
"I do. I just don't like the way SHE makes it."
"Connor-" Gunn started angrily.
"No. It's okay," said Fred. "Honey, you usually love my cooking. Why don't you just try a little taste? You need to eat."
"No!"
"Please," said Fred.
"No! I don't want it," Connor snapped, tossing his plate to the floor, breaking it.
"Connor Angel!" Fred scolded.
"Clean that up," Gunn ordered.
"Make me," Connor challenged.
"Oh, I'll make you, twerp!"
"Charles, don't. Connor, go into the lobby and watch TV. I'll clean this up, okay?" said Fred.
"Fine," said Connor, shooting a sly look at Gunn. He got up and left out of the dining room.
"Go watch TV? Are you serious?" said Gunn.
"Charles, don't turn this into a big thing," said Fred.
"Fred, he acted the way he did and you tell him to go watch TV."
"Charles, I know. He's probably just upset because Angel isn't home."
"Oh, Fred."
"It's okay. Why don't you go check on him? And make sure that's all you do."
"Fine," said Gunn, heading into the lobby.
Connor was lying on a couch watching a TV show. He looked like such a normal kid. Gunn walked up and saw that Connor was watching the show Jackass. Gunn grabbed the remote and clicked off the show.
"Didn't Angel tell you not to watch that?"
"So what? He's not home," said Connor. "Turn that back on."
"Forget it."
"Turn it back on, jackass," Connor snapped.
"What did you just say?" Gunn demanded loud enough to shatter glass.
Fred walked in. "Hey, what's going on?"
"You won't believe what he just called me," said Gunn.
"I believe it," said Connor. "He is a jackass."
"Connor Angel, I cannot believe you just said that," said Fred.
"He started it," said Connor.
"Connor, just go upstairs right now and get ready for bed," said Fred. Gunn gave her a surprised "that's all you have to say to him" look. Connor went upstairs and Fred turned to Gunn. "He probably just picked that word up somewhere."
"Fred, you did it again. I swear that the brat has you wrapped around his little finger," said Gunn.
"He does not," said Fred. "He's just being seven."
"Yeah, right."
"Please, Charles. Try and understand him."
"I'm always trying. I'm sick of it," said Gunn. He went into the office and shut the door.
Fred sighed deeply as Angel walked through the door. He had a big smile on his face.
"Oh, hi, Angel. You're home earlier than I expected."
"Yeah. I had a great time with Cordelia. Thanks for watching Connor. Was he good?"
"Uh."
"What?"
"He was just fine. Fine, Angel."
A/N: So who can guess the reason why Connor is acting so. . . . . cheeky? Yes, he has a good family and life so he is not depressed or anything but. . . . well, take a guess from what I've posted so far.
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: This chapter should be called babysitter blues.
CHAPTER 4
"Fred," said Angel, walking down the stairs that night. "Could you and Gunn do me a favor?"
"What is it?" asked Fred.
"Wesley and Lorne are out. Could you guys watch Connor while I'm out?" Angel asked.
"Why can't you get Cordy?" Fred asked.
"Uh, because she's the one I'm going out with."
"You and Cordy have a date?"
"It's not really a date. It's just two friends going to a movie and dinner together."
"Then why can't you bring Connor?"
"Fred, please."
"Okay. I'm sure Charles won't mind," said Fred.
"Thanks, Fred," said Angel, with a two thousand watt smile.
Connor had been listening from the stairs. He smiled to himself mischievously and headed up to his room. A few minutes later he heard a knock at the door. Connor looked up from where he lay on his bed.
"Come in."
Angel walked in. "Hey, buddy. Listen, I have something to do tonight so your uncle Gunn and aunt Fred will be staying with you tonight, okay?"
"Sure. Okay," said Connor.
"Be good for them, Connor. I mean it." Angel shut the door.
"Like he meant that," Connor muttered.
Gunn saw Angel leave out the door when he walked out to the front desk. Gunn walked up and kissed Fred on the cheek.
"Where's he going?" Gunn asked.
"Just out," Fred replied.
"Wait a minute. Who's staying with the kid?"
"We are."
"Fred."
"Charles, don't start. You adore Connor and you know it."
"No. I adored baby Connor. I have some issues with seven years old Connor."
"You don't mean that. It'll be fine. I promise."
"Okay. It can't be that bad."
A few hours later Connor was drawing his latest picture. This time it was a vulture flying above someone's skull. But it was very well drawn and colored. It was still depressing, though.
"Connor," Fred called.
"I'm busy," Connor called down.
"Come on, Connor. Come and eat," Fred called again.
"Okay!" Connor put his drawing in one of his drawers before going down to the dining room.
There was a large bowl of spaghetti, a plate of dinner rolls, a pitcher of lemonade, and a place set for Gunn, Fred, and Connor. It looked delicious. Connor and the adults sat down at the table. Fred and Gunn sat the ends of the table and Connor sat at a side. Gunn and Fred quickly got into the food. But even after ten minutes Connor didn't touch anything but had food on his plate.
"What's wrong, Connor? Why aren't you eating?" asked Fred.
"I don't like it," Connor replied.
"I thought you loved spaghetti," said Gunn.
"I do. I just don't like the way SHE makes it."
"Connor-" Gunn started angrily.
"No. It's okay," said Fred. "Honey, you usually love my cooking. Why don't you just try a little taste? You need to eat."
"No!"
"Please," said Fred.
"No! I don't want it," Connor snapped, tossing his plate to the floor, breaking it.
"Connor Angel!" Fred scolded.
"Clean that up," Gunn ordered.
"Make me," Connor challenged.
"Oh, I'll make you, twerp!"
"Charles, don't. Connor, go into the lobby and watch TV. I'll clean this up, okay?" said Fred.
"Fine," said Connor, shooting a sly look at Gunn. He got up and left out of the dining room.
"Go watch TV? Are you serious?" said Gunn.
"Charles, don't turn this into a big thing," said Fred.
"Fred, he acted the way he did and you tell him to go watch TV."
"Charles, I know. He's probably just upset because Angel isn't home."
"Oh, Fred."
"It's okay. Why don't you go check on him? And make sure that's all you do."
"Fine," said Gunn, heading into the lobby.
Connor was lying on a couch watching a TV show. He looked like such a normal kid. Gunn walked up and saw that Connor was watching the show Jackass. Gunn grabbed the remote and clicked off the show.
"Didn't Angel tell you not to watch that?"
"So what? He's not home," said Connor. "Turn that back on."
"Forget it."
"Turn it back on, jackass," Connor snapped.
"What did you just say?" Gunn demanded loud enough to shatter glass.
Fred walked in. "Hey, what's going on?"
"You won't believe what he just called me," said Gunn.
"I believe it," said Connor. "He is a jackass."
"Connor Angel, I cannot believe you just said that," said Fred.
"He started it," said Connor.
"Connor, just go upstairs right now and get ready for bed," said Fred. Gunn gave her a surprised "that's all you have to say to him" look. Connor went upstairs and Fred turned to Gunn. "He probably just picked that word up somewhere."
"Fred, you did it again. I swear that the brat has you wrapped around his little finger," said Gunn.
"He does not," said Fred. "He's just being seven."
"Yeah, right."
"Please, Charles. Try and understand him."
"I'm always trying. I'm sick of it," said Gunn. He went into the office and shut the door.
Fred sighed deeply as Angel walked through the door. He had a big smile on his face.
"Oh, hi, Angel. You're home earlier than I expected."
"Yeah. I had a great time with Cordelia. Thanks for watching Connor. Was he good?"
"Uh."
"What?"
"He was just fine. Fine, Angel."
A/N: So who can guess the reason why Connor is acting so. . . . . cheeky? Yes, he has a good family and life so he is not depressed or anything but. . . . well, take a guess from what I've posted so far.