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:
CHAPTER 5
"Look. It's that freak kid," said a redhead girl to another girl, in school the next day. "I bet he will go off at any minute."
"He sure did go off on Ryan. He's such a weirdo," the other girl said to the redhead.
Connor could hear all of this from where he was in the playground. He was sitting in a swing drawing something new. It was a picture of Ryan being surrounded by large swords. That's when Connor decided to add the redheaded girl to his picture. A sword was chasing after her. Connor smiled at his latest work of art.
When Connor got home with Cordelia he put his new drawing in the drawer where he kept his shirts. Connor took out a pencil, a box of crayons, and some paper to go to work on his new picture. After a couple of hours Connor still hadn't left his room. Then he heard a knock at the door. Wesley walked in.
"You've been quiet all day. What are you doing in here?" Wesley asked.
"Nothing," said Connor, putting his work under a pillow on his bed. "Go away."
"Connor, is something wrong? You've been cooped up in here since you got home. Is there anything you'd like to do?"
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"I said no!" Connor snapped. "Just back off me!" Connor jumped off his bed and went pass Wesley out of the room.
Wesley shook his head annoyingly and entered Connor's room. He looked under his pillow and saw Connor's latest "art pieces" of horror. Wesley looked a little wide-eyed. How could a child Connor's age be so violent? Connor sure was a peculiar kid.
"Connor," Wesley called. He left out of the bedroom and saw Connor sitting on the first step of a stairway. Wesley walked up and knelt down to him. "I saw what you've been drawing. Why are you being so-?"
"Stay away from my stuff," Connor snapped. "Don't touch anything of mine."
"Connor, calm down. I was just-"
"Shut up!"
"What did you just say?"
"If you didn't hear it the first time I'm not saying it again!"
"Connor, you need to watch what you say."
"Screw you."
"What!?"
Fred stepped out of her bedroom. She was wearing her reading glasses.
"What are you two arguing about?" she asked. "I'm trying to read over something in here."
"Fred, you will not believe what this insolent child just said to me," said Wesley, standing up.
"Oh, no," Fred thought out loud. "What now?"
"He screwed me," said Wesley.
"He was probably kidding," said Fred. "Right, Connor?"
"Yeah," Connor replied.
"He was not," Wesley protested. "He had the nerve to say screw you."
"Wesley, relax. Please. It's Connor. He had to have been joking around," said Fred.
"Oh, brother," Wesley grumbled. "You all are so blind." Wesley went into his bedroom and shut the door hard just as Gunn had done the night before.
"Oh," Fred sighed.
A/N: Okay. Any guesses for Connor's bad behavior? Come on. The hint is from what I have posted in the last chapters. Come on. Guess. You reviewers are smart. You know you can guess this. Go on. . . . . .
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:
CHAPTER 5
"Look. It's that freak kid," said a redhead girl to another girl, in school the next day. "I bet he will go off at any minute."
"He sure did go off on Ryan. He's such a weirdo," the other girl said to the redhead.
Connor could hear all of this from where he was in the playground. He was sitting in a swing drawing something new. It was a picture of Ryan being surrounded by large swords. That's when Connor decided to add the redheaded girl to his picture. A sword was chasing after her. Connor smiled at his latest work of art.
When Connor got home with Cordelia he put his new drawing in the drawer where he kept his shirts. Connor took out a pencil, a box of crayons, and some paper to go to work on his new picture. After a couple of hours Connor still hadn't left his room. Then he heard a knock at the door. Wesley walked in.
"You've been quiet all day. What are you doing in here?" Wesley asked.
"Nothing," said Connor, putting his work under a pillow on his bed. "Go away."
"Connor, is something wrong? You've been cooped up in here since you got home. Is there anything you'd like to do?"
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"I said no!" Connor snapped. "Just back off me!" Connor jumped off his bed and went pass Wesley out of the room.
Wesley shook his head annoyingly and entered Connor's room. He looked under his pillow and saw Connor's latest "art pieces" of horror. Wesley looked a little wide-eyed. How could a child Connor's age be so violent? Connor sure was a peculiar kid.
"Connor," Wesley called. He left out of the bedroom and saw Connor sitting on the first step of a stairway. Wesley walked up and knelt down to him. "I saw what you've been drawing. Why are you being so-?"
"Stay away from my stuff," Connor snapped. "Don't touch anything of mine."
"Connor, calm down. I was just-"
"Shut up!"
"What did you just say?"
"If you didn't hear it the first time I'm not saying it again!"
"Connor, you need to watch what you say."
"Screw you."
"What!?"
Fred stepped out of her bedroom. She was wearing her reading glasses.
"What are you two arguing about?" she asked. "I'm trying to read over something in here."
"Fred, you will not believe what this insolent child just said to me," said Wesley, standing up.
"Oh, no," Fred thought out loud. "What now?"
"He screwed me," said Wesley.
"He was probably kidding," said Fred. "Right, Connor?"
"Yeah," Connor replied.
"He was not," Wesley protested. "He had the nerve to say screw you."
"Wesley, relax. Please. It's Connor. He had to have been joking around," said Fred.
"Oh, brother," Wesley grumbled. "You all are so blind." Wesley went into his bedroom and shut the door hard just as Gunn had done the night before.
"Oh," Fred sighed.
A/N: Okay. Any guesses for Connor's bad behavior? Come on. The hint is from what I have posted in the last chapters. Come on. Guess. You reviewers are smart. You know you can guess this. Go on. . . . . .