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!
CHAPTER 10
Connor knocked on Wes's study door later on that day (after he'd rested up from what had happened to his rear earlier that day).
"Come in," said Wesley from inside. Connor walked inside. He looked very cranky. "Hi."
"Hi," Connor muttered. "Uncle Wes, can I tell you something?"
"Sure."
"Sorry." Connor said it so fast he could have made a world record.
"Hold it," Wesley said, as Connor began to leave. "What are you sorry about?"
"About what I said before. I didn't mean it."
"I know you didn't. Come here." Connor gave him a small hug.
"See you," said Connor. "I have to say sorry to the others."
"Okay. Good luck."
"Thanks."
Connor left out of the study and knocked on Fred and Gunn's bedroom door.
"Come in," Connor heard Fred say. Connor walked into the bedroom. "Oh, hi, honey."
"Hi," Connor sighed. He looked at Gunn who was sitting on the bed. "Hi."
"Hey, shorty," Gunn said.
"Look, guys, I'm really sorry about what happened when you guys were baby- sitting me. Fred, you're a great cook. Really."
"That's okay, Connor. That took courage," Fred smiled.
"Thanks, Fred," said Connor. He climbed onto the bed and sat on his knees (his rear hurt too much to sit regularly) near Gunn. "And I'm REALLY sorry about what I said about you. It was stupid. I'm sorry."
"It's okay," said Gunn, putting his arm around him.
"Thanks, guys. See ya." He left out of the room.
"You have to admit. Connor can be pretty sweet," said Fred.
"Yeah," Gunn agreed. "When Angel makes him."
A/N: Okay, I am really, really, really, really sorry about not updating faster. Really I am. I had blockage. You know what it's like. Well, please review. And once again sorry.
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!
CHAPTER 10
Connor knocked on Wes's study door later on that day (after he'd rested up from what had happened to his rear earlier that day).
"Come in," said Wesley from inside. Connor walked inside. He looked very cranky. "Hi."
"Hi," Connor muttered. "Uncle Wes, can I tell you something?"
"Sure."
"Sorry." Connor said it so fast he could have made a world record.
"Hold it," Wesley said, as Connor began to leave. "What are you sorry about?"
"About what I said before. I didn't mean it."
"I know you didn't. Come here." Connor gave him a small hug.
"See you," said Connor. "I have to say sorry to the others."
"Okay. Good luck."
"Thanks."
Connor left out of the study and knocked on Fred and Gunn's bedroom door.
"Come in," Connor heard Fred say. Connor walked into the bedroom. "Oh, hi, honey."
"Hi," Connor sighed. He looked at Gunn who was sitting on the bed. "Hi."
"Hey, shorty," Gunn said.
"Look, guys, I'm really sorry about what happened when you guys were baby- sitting me. Fred, you're a great cook. Really."
"That's okay, Connor. That took courage," Fred smiled.
"Thanks, Fred," said Connor. He climbed onto the bed and sat on his knees (his rear hurt too much to sit regularly) near Gunn. "And I'm REALLY sorry about what I said about you. It was stupid. I'm sorry."
"It's okay," said Gunn, putting his arm around him.
"Thanks, guys. See ya." He left out of the room.
"You have to admit. Connor can be pretty sweet," said Fred.
"Yeah," Gunn agreed. "When Angel makes him."
A/N: Okay, I am really, really, really, really sorry about not updating faster. Really I am. I had blockage. You know what it's like. Well, please review. And once again sorry.