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: It's Fred's turn to be confronted.
CHAPTER 8
Angel, still pondering over what his friend's had said, knocked on Connor's bedroom door later that day.
"What?" Connor called from the other side of the door.
"It's me, son," said Angel.
"Come in, I guess."
Angel walked into the room. He pulled up a chair to Connor's bed (where Connor was sketching something) and sat down in it.
"So what's new?" Angel asked.
"Nothing," Connor mumbled.
"Oh. So what are you drawing?"
"Nothing."
"Come on. Let me see it."
"No!"
Angel was surprised at his son's snappiness. "I said let me see it."
"No! Get lost!"
Angel, very angrily, snatched the drawing from Connor. He could not believe what his seven-year-old son had drawn. It was a picture of a rotting man covered in blood. Vultures were circling him. Angel looked back at Connor.
"Did he draw this?" Angel demanded.
"Yeah," Connor replied.
"Why? Why would you draw something this. . . . this. . . . crazy? This cruel? Why?"
"I can draw whatever I want."
"Connor, what is up with you lately? Gunn told me about what happened when he and Fred babysat you."
"Oh, you mean the jackass?"
"Watch you're language," Angel scolded. "And you don't have the right to call him or anybody else that. Do you hear me?" Connor turned his head away. Angel grabbed his son's head and made him look at him in the eyes. "I said do you hear me?"
Connor snatched his head away. "He is a jackass. I don't care what you say."
"What is the matter with you?! You're acting like a selfish spoiled brat!" Angel rebuked in Connor's face.
"Then sell me! Use the money to buy a tic tac!" Connor jumped off his bed and raced out of the room.
"Connor!" Angel yelled, heading after him. He stopped at the door. Angel exhaled a breath into his hand and sniffed. Then he resumed his running.
A/N: Now what do I usually say here? Oh, yeah. Please read and review.
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: It's Fred's turn to be confronted.
CHAPTER 8
Angel, still pondering over what his friend's had said, knocked on Connor's bedroom door later that day.
"What?" Connor called from the other side of the door.
"It's me, son," said Angel.
"Come in, I guess."
Angel walked into the room. He pulled up a chair to Connor's bed (where Connor was sketching something) and sat down in it.
"So what's new?" Angel asked.
"Nothing," Connor mumbled.
"Oh. So what are you drawing?"
"Nothing."
"Come on. Let me see it."
"No!"
Angel was surprised at his son's snappiness. "I said let me see it."
"No! Get lost!"
Angel, very angrily, snatched the drawing from Connor. He could not believe what his seven-year-old son had drawn. It was a picture of a rotting man covered in blood. Vultures were circling him. Angel looked back at Connor.
"Did he draw this?" Angel demanded.
"Yeah," Connor replied.
"Why? Why would you draw something this. . . . this. . . . crazy? This cruel? Why?"
"I can draw whatever I want."
"Connor, what is up with you lately? Gunn told me about what happened when he and Fred babysat you."
"Oh, you mean the jackass?"
"Watch you're language," Angel scolded. "And you don't have the right to call him or anybody else that. Do you hear me?" Connor turned his head away. Angel grabbed his son's head and made him look at him in the eyes. "I said do you hear me?"
Connor snatched his head away. "He is a jackass. I don't care what you say."
"What is the matter with you?! You're acting like a selfish spoiled brat!" Angel rebuked in Connor's face.
"Then sell me! Use the money to buy a tic tac!" Connor jumped off his bed and raced out of the room.
"Connor!" Angel yelled, heading after him. He stopped at the door. Angel exhaled a breath into his hand and sniffed. Then he resumed his running.
A/N: Now what do I usually say here? Oh, yeah. Please read and review.