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: Does confrontation mean anything to you?
CHAPTER 6
A few minutes later Wesley came downstairs and buried his face into a couch pillow and released muffled groans. Gunn looked at him from a battle-ax he was polishing.
"What's with you?" Gunn asked.
Wesley lifted his head up. "I think everyone in this hotel is blind to that goblin Angel is raising."
"Well, I'm not. You should have seen him last night. He called me a jackass."
"He screwed me about ten minutes ago. Fred said that he was just kidding. Gunn, I know she's your girlfriend but she's blinder than the rest."
"No. The blindest around here is Angel."
"Don't even get me started with Angel," said Wesley, rubbing one of his head temples. "I told him he has to be tougher with Connor but he just won't listen to me."
"I know what you mean. Fred kept letting him off the hook last night. It's like she just didn't care."
"No. I think the problem is that they all care too much. They think if they don't do anything about Connor then that is the right thing. But it isn't."
"What do you suggest, Mr. French?" Gunn asked.
Wesley gave him a slight scowl at the name. That's when Lorne walked in.
"What's eating you two?" the green demon asked.
"Anyone in the mood for an intervention?" asked Wesley.
"Okay," said Lorne. "So who's on drugs?"
"Not that kind of intervention," said Wesley. "The three of us have to talk to Angel. Or at least Fred."
"Why would they listen?" asked Gunn.
"They will," said Wesley. "Up for it?"
"Okay. Sure," Gunn replied.
"I don't know what's going on but. . . . . okay," Lorne agreed.
"I'll lead the way," said Wesley. He stood up, with the others following, went upstairs. Wes knocked on Angel's bedroom door. "Angel, can we come in?"
"Sure, Wes," Angel replied.
Gunn, Wesley, and Lorne entered Angel's dark bedroom. He was reading over something on his bed. Gunn and Lorne sat on the sides of Angel and Wesley pulled up a chair and sat in front of him. Angel looked around at his friends.
"Uh, what's going on?" Angel asked.
"We need to talk," Wesley replied.
Angel prodded "About?"
"Yeah. What about? I still don't know," said Lorne.
"How can I put this in the most delicate of ways?" Wesley pondered.
Gunn said bluntly, "Your kid is a serious spoiled brat. The twerp does what he wants to do, gets away with it, and does more and more. You're kind of bad at this parenting thing, man."
"Oh. Now I see what's going on," said Lorne.
"Well, I was going to say that Connor has a behavior problem but Gunn's right, too," said Wesley.
"Come on, guys. Are you kidding? This is Connor," said Angel.
"Hello!" Gunn yelled at him. "Are you completely sightless or are you just stupid? You've always let that kid do whatever he wants and now he acts out."
"He does not," said Angel. "Fred told me that you guys didn't have a problem when you babysat for him."
"I love Fred and I always will but she's a freakin' liar," said Gunn.
"Yeah. I've noticed that, too," said Lorne.
"Well, what happened?" asked Angel.
"Well, he acted like Dennis the menace at dinner. And he called me a jackass after watching jackass," said Gunn.
"Wait a minute. You let him watch that show?"
"No, you idiot," Gunn snapped. "I didn't let him watch it. But no matter what he did Fred just let it go. And she didn't even tell you."
"Whoa. He's good at this," Lorne said to himself.
"Gunn, are you sure you aren't making too big a deal out of this?" Angel asked. "He could just be acting out because of changing schools and everything."
"Oh, yeah?" said Wesley. "Is that also the reason why he screwed me earlier?"
"He screwed you?"
"You got it," replied Wesley.
"I'm sorry, Wes," said Angel. "I can talk to him."
"Oh, forget the feakin' talking," said Gunn. "You need to grab that belt."
"Gunn," Wesley chided.
"Gunn might be right in his own aggressive, abusive kind of way," said Lorne.
"I suppose. But you have to do something, Angel," Wesley added. "Be his father."
A/N: Evil cliffy, right? Well, the more suspense the better. Even I can't wait to find out what happens next. Please do the reading and the reviewing, people.
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: Does confrontation mean anything to you?
CHAPTER 6
A few minutes later Wesley came downstairs and buried his face into a couch pillow and released muffled groans. Gunn looked at him from a battle-ax he was polishing.
"What's with you?" Gunn asked.
Wesley lifted his head up. "I think everyone in this hotel is blind to that goblin Angel is raising."
"Well, I'm not. You should have seen him last night. He called me a jackass."
"He screwed me about ten minutes ago. Fred said that he was just kidding. Gunn, I know she's your girlfriend but she's blinder than the rest."
"No. The blindest around here is Angel."
"Don't even get me started with Angel," said Wesley, rubbing one of his head temples. "I told him he has to be tougher with Connor but he just won't listen to me."
"I know what you mean. Fred kept letting him off the hook last night. It's like she just didn't care."
"No. I think the problem is that they all care too much. They think if they don't do anything about Connor then that is the right thing. But it isn't."
"What do you suggest, Mr. French?" Gunn asked.
Wesley gave him a slight scowl at the name. That's when Lorne walked in.
"What's eating you two?" the green demon asked.
"Anyone in the mood for an intervention?" asked Wesley.
"Okay," said Lorne. "So who's on drugs?"
"Not that kind of intervention," said Wesley. "The three of us have to talk to Angel. Or at least Fred."
"Why would they listen?" asked Gunn.
"They will," said Wesley. "Up for it?"
"Okay. Sure," Gunn replied.
"I don't know what's going on but. . . . . okay," Lorne agreed.
"I'll lead the way," said Wesley. He stood up, with the others following, went upstairs. Wes knocked on Angel's bedroom door. "Angel, can we come in?"
"Sure, Wes," Angel replied.
Gunn, Wesley, and Lorne entered Angel's dark bedroom. He was reading over something on his bed. Gunn and Lorne sat on the sides of Angel and Wesley pulled up a chair and sat in front of him. Angel looked around at his friends.
"Uh, what's going on?" Angel asked.
"We need to talk," Wesley replied.
Angel prodded "About?"
"Yeah. What about? I still don't know," said Lorne.
"How can I put this in the most delicate of ways?" Wesley pondered.
Gunn said bluntly, "Your kid is a serious spoiled brat. The twerp does what he wants to do, gets away with it, and does more and more. You're kind of bad at this parenting thing, man."
"Oh. Now I see what's going on," said Lorne.
"Well, I was going to say that Connor has a behavior problem but Gunn's right, too," said Wesley.
"Come on, guys. Are you kidding? This is Connor," said Angel.
"Hello!" Gunn yelled at him. "Are you completely sightless or are you just stupid? You've always let that kid do whatever he wants and now he acts out."
"He does not," said Angel. "Fred told me that you guys didn't have a problem when you babysat for him."
"I love Fred and I always will but she's a freakin' liar," said Gunn.
"Yeah. I've noticed that, too," said Lorne.
"Well, what happened?" asked Angel.
"Well, he acted like Dennis the menace at dinner. And he called me a jackass after watching jackass," said Gunn.
"Wait a minute. You let him watch that show?"
"No, you idiot," Gunn snapped. "I didn't let him watch it. But no matter what he did Fred just let it go. And she didn't even tell you."
"Whoa. He's good at this," Lorne said to himself.
"Gunn, are you sure you aren't making too big a deal out of this?" Angel asked. "He could just be acting out because of changing schools and everything."
"Oh, yeah?" said Wesley. "Is that also the reason why he screwed me earlier?"
"He screwed you?"
"You got it," replied Wesley.
"I'm sorry, Wes," said Angel. "I can talk to him."
"Oh, forget the feakin' talking," said Gunn. "You need to grab that belt."
"Gunn," Wesley chided.
"Gunn might be right in his own aggressive, abusive kind of way," said Lorne.
"I suppose. But you have to do something, Angel," Wesley added. "Be his father."
A/N: Evil cliffy, right? Well, the more suspense the better. Even I can't wait to find out what happens next. Please do the reading and the reviewing, people.