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: Actions have consequences, either good or bad, you're going to have to face them.

Chapter Thirteen: Actions

Casey walked into school in a daze; she still couldn't get that guy Charlie out if her head. She and Lissa had spent the both Saturday and Sunday exploring the demon world. Many times when they came across chat rooms and message boards devoted to the 'Dark Avenger of the City of Angels' Casey would burst out laughing. Lissa always gave her strange looks, but stayed silent. But Lissa could sense Casey was off, even if it was by the tiniest bit. She stayed wisely silent though.

But Lissa did speak up once Casey walked into a pole as they walked into school. "Girl, you need to get over the mystery of Charlie."

"But," Casey tried to put up a front and sighed in defeat, "You're right. I'll never see the guy again, so I better forget about him.

Lissa smiled at her friend and they walked towards the school. Casey really did need to wake up. She shouldn't have been worrying about the guy that saved them a couple nights before, although that was a plus, she should be worrying about what her father was going to say when he saw the tongue ring.

"Hey, there's Connor!" Casey pointed her brother out to her friend. "Look, I need to see if he went home yet. You coming?"

Lissa nodded and followed her best friend to where Connor was standing with Claire.

"Hi!" Claire greeted as she played with a metal charm that was a faery that was around her neck. Lissa nodded hello as Casey ignored the friendly greeting.

"Have you gone home yet?" Casey directed her question to her brother.

Connor raised an eyebrow, "I'd rather be in hell, and it looks like you haven't either," he smirked.

Casey narrowed her eyes. "Go fuck yourself. And if you don't watch it, I'll call Daddy and tell him they you're in school and that he should come and get you."

Connor's eyes narrowed as well. "And I tell about Mrs. Connelly's class."

"Ugh," Casey had run out of threats, "Just go fuck yourself," she finished lamely.

Connor smirked and turned to Claire, who was frowning. "Apologize," she commanded.

"But, but," he stuttered, she just glared.

"I'm sorry," Connor said, scuffing his foot.

Casey just rolled her eyes, but a sharp jab in the stomach from Lissa made her remember her manners, "You're forgiven," she said sullenly.

"Now that we're not at each other's throats, I suggest we get to class. The warning bell just rang," Claire smiled before she dragged Connor off to his math class. They didn't have the same class, but the classes were right next to each other, and if she didn't do it, he would never get to class.

By the end of the day, Connor felt like he was about to collapse. All his books were at the hotel, so that sort of made him an easy target for his teachers. Thank god at least three of them said they would take it the next day, even if it was for half credit. The other two could rot in hell for all he cared.

As he walked to his locker he heard the customary list of names over the PA system, when he heard his, he cursed. Looks like Daddy dearest wanted him safe. Throwing what notebooks he had, he went to the office.

"Wesley," he acknowledged as he saw the Englishman.

Wesley made a little noise and the two went out to Wesley's car. Connor slid into the backseat as Wesley started the car. Connor tuned out the incessant drone of Wesley and focused on what was taking place outside of the car.

Connor sighed. Was he really going to sit there and listen to Wesley, or was he going to try something? Well knowing him, he was going to try something, and try something he did. Silently unlocking his door, he waited until the car slowed down at a stop sign. When the car slowed, he opened the door and slid out. Slamming the door behind him, he ran.

Connor ran and ran, not knowing where the hell he was going, until that is, he got there. Connor ended up running to Claire's. Sitting on the step, he waited for Claire to turn around the bend. When she saw him, she laughed.

"Is this becoming a daily thing now?" she asked as she unlocked the door.

"I guess so. I'm just staying until later on tonight. Let them cool off," Connor said as he sank into the leather couch that stood in the living room.

"Cool off from what?" Claire asked as she walked into the room, carrying two cokes.

"I sorta jumped ship. Or rather jumped car," Connor laughed weakly as Claire glared at him.

"You could have gotten killed!" she shrieked.

"Oops?" Connor gave her a goofy grin.

Claire smiled at him, "My god, you just give me that look and I melt. You're so easy to love."

Connor looked at her, surprised as Claire covered her mouth, "Oh my god, I admitted that?" she whispered mortified.

Connor smiled and leaned over and kissed her lips. It ended quickly and they both looked at each other, "Wow," they breathed at the same time.

Thirty minutes later Connor left, a kiss from Claire still tingling on his lips when he climbed up the fire escape to the roof of the hotel. He would wait the night up here. Or at least until Angel got the idea to check up there.

But down in the lobby, everything was in chaos. Casey had come home and someone had caught site of her tongue ring, the result? A twenty-minute verbal battle between Casey and Angel. It all ended when Angel took her by the arm and led her upstairs.

"What's going on!" Casey demanded as she was dumped over Angel's lap in a rather undignified pose.

"What do you think?" Angel asked gruffly as the skirt she wore went up and her underwear down.

"Wait, stop! I'm too old for this!" Casey shrieked as his hand came in contact.

Angel landed a few swats before he stopped for a second. "When I was your age, this was not uncommon, of course, spankings were just for errant children," he told her before he started again.

After about five swats of the second round, Casey started to sob. Slowing down, Angel gave her five more before he started to rub her back, and saying soothing words.

Helping her up, he raised her underwear like she was a child and gave her a hug.

"I'm going up to the roof to think. If you need to talk I'll be there, okay sweetie?" he asked softly, wiping an errant tear away.

Casey nodded, giving her father another hug.

Angel looked down at her daughter, touched by the simple touch of affection. Touching her shoulder lightly, Casey looked up. "If you had asked, I might have said yes," he smiled before he left, and then he was gone.

Author's Note 2: Okay there's your lovely scene. Of course, it's not Connor, that's next chapter. *grin* But guess what, Casey was a little bitch, I'll be the first one to admit it. Okay, so I have a question for you all. Why do you all feel bad for Casey? She's just like you, granted she grew up in a hell dimension, but guess what, she adjusted. Yeah, so that's about it for my ranting. Ta!