Disclaimer: I own none, only Casey. I may not even own the plot which may be owned by Ivorycat (read her stories, they're good!). She also may be writing for this, so look out for her input. Joss, the insane god he is, owns the whole cast of characters you see, save again, for Casey, she is mine.
Attention: Look, there will be talk of, if not seen, cases of child abuse from Holtz. This happens because in my time line, Holtz took much of his anger out on Casey, and some out on Connor. But Connor was the favorite child of the two. More about that later. There also may be instance of corporal punishment. I would like to inform people that child abuse and corporal punishment are two different things. Corporal punishment will only happen when there is need for it to happen, and it will always be done in a loving environment.
Author's Note: I am going to try and put my teenage characters though what normal teenagers go through. That may be bad grades, idiot teachers, sexual harassment, drugs, alcohol, and that such. Some may be embellished a little, but guess what? If they are, that's because I have yet to experience them in my high school. Now don't say that I make this some kind of soap opera, because quite frankly, life is one.
Summery- Angel tries to find the answers for his questions, but only more rocks are turned up.
Chapter Two-A Better Man
Angel walked swiftly down the apartment building's hall. He did not want to be here, but unless he wanted answers, he had to go to the one who might know the answers. Banging on the door, Angel tapped his foot, wanting to kill something, something now.
Wesley opened the door, and stared at the vampire, "Angel," he said wryly. "Are you here to finish off what you started?" as much as he tried, Wesley could not keep the bitterness out of his voice.
"As much as would like to, there's a little problem I need help with," Angel told the British man.
"And what am I then? You're little dictionary? I think not," Wesley tried to close the door, but Angel stopped him.
"It's about Connor, and the hell he was sent to," Angel played his son's card, knowing deep down that Wesley did care about the miracle child, and was only trying to look out for his well-being.
"Come in," Wesley said grudgingly.
As Angel walked into the apartment, the smell of alcohol drenched the place, making Angel cough a bit.
Nervously he started to pace around, not really sure what to say.
"Oh out with it man," Wesley said hotly, raising a half-empty bottle of Bourbon to his lips.
"Well you know how Holtz jumped into that portal with my son," this time it was Angel who tried to keep the bitterness out of his voice. When Wesley nodded for him to go on, Angel continued, "Well we just had something rip though dimensions and out pops Connor, who now is known by Stephen. Well there's a nice little fight and then he leaves, fifteen minutes later, I wasn't counting really, a girl pops out of no where, asking where 'Stephen' is. I later find out that she's my daughter."
"Fascinating," Wesley muttered to himself and jumped up, something that seemed to remind Angel of the Wesley he once new and trusted. This one was a drunkard.
As the ex-watcher rummaged through books, Angel couldn't help but crack a small smile, this was the Wesley he knew, and wished he still did.
"I found it," Wesley slid a book under Angel's nose.
There in black and while, really gray and yellow, it stated that if a human went thought a portal into another dimension under a certain age, depending on the person, drastic deformities may happen.
"What does this tell us?" Angel asked the Englishman, not really understanding what the passage had to do with his predicament.
"This means that your son, once he passed into Quor-Toth, spilt into two different entities. One boy and one girl," Wesley answered.
"Thank you," Angel said as he walked towards the door, leaving Wesley standing in the room, the book resting in his hand.
"You're welcome," Wesley stated stiffly.
Just before Angel left the apartment, he turned back around and faced the other man. "You're welcome to the hotel any time. Would you like to come now?"
Wesley looked at the souled vampire, pride welling up in his heart. Putting the book down gently, he picked up he coat and walked toward Angel, who was waiting near the door. "You my friend, are a better man than I'll ever be," he said before he passed into the hall.