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: When Connor feels the urge, he can't resist.

Chapter Fourteen: I Believe I Can Fly

Connor crouched at the edge of the Hyperion's roof. The hotel was seven stories tall. Connor wondered if he would make it if he jumped, after all he could do a two-story jump. Well, maybe he should work his way up, who knew what could happen? But then again, when Connor had jumped from his window, he loved the feeling on flying that he got.

Although he was deep in thought, Connor's nose twitched and his ears perked. Someone was coming up the stairs, and by the sounds of the heavy footsteps, Connor doubted that it was Cordelia, Fred, or Casey. He tensed, the smell was sharp in the night air; it was Angel.

"Connor!" Angel called out, once he saw his son crouching at the edge of the roof. He started to run towards the teen.

Connor, surprised by the shout and the fact that Angel was running towards him, leaped from his perch. Angel reached out grabbed the back of his son's shirt. Drawing the teenager to his chest, Angel let out an unneeded sigh. "Connor," he breathed and held onto his son, as if, if he let go, the teen would disappear.

Turning Connor around so he could face his son, Angel bit back the immediate reaction to yell and beat the kids backside, Instead Angel just looked into Connor's eyes, "Why?" he asked quietly.

Connor averted his eyes, embarrassed. "I had to."

Angel lifted his son's chin, "And?" he asked.

"I didn't want to," Connor confessed, averting his eyes.

Angel sighed, and brought his son to his chest, "Sometimes in order to grow up you need to do things that you don't want to do."

In response, Connor buried his head into his father's shoulder, at the place where the shoulder and neck joined. And Connor sobbed, letting his emotions pour out, Angel not knowing what to say, just rubbed the teen's back.

Finally Angel thought he had to speak up, "Where do you want it? Up here or down in your room?"

Connor gave him a watery smile, "I was thinking never."

Angel chuckled, but gave his son a serious look, "Not a choice buddy boy."

Connor sighed, and gave his father an guilty look, tying to wear him down just a little bit more, "Down there I guess," he gave his father one last dejected look before trudging down to his room, Angel following.

Once Angel walked into his son's room, he closed the door with a sharp click, making Connor wince just a little bit. Angel sat on the bed and motioned for his son to come closer. "You do know why I'm doing this, right?" Angel asked as Connor was put over Angel's knee.

"Yes," Connor's reply was a bit muffled. He rattled them off as Angel lowered his son's jeans and underwear. The first blow came; Connor winced as it started to sting. He sighed, he got himself into the mess, and this would get him out of it. Besides, he could take it like a man.

After a couple more slaps, Connor's ass was stinging and Connor started to wriggle and kick. Angel just stopped for a moment so Connor could control himself. Finally Connor was reduced to tears, that's when Angel sensed he had, had enough.

Standing Connor up, Angel pulled his son's underwear and jeans. Wincing as they came up, Connor reached out and hung onto his father for dear life. Angel smiled as he stroked his son's hair softly, murmuring a lullaby he had heard when he was little.

Okay, not very big, but you got your chapter. But guess what! I have whole 2 new mini stories for this. And I'm calling all people who would like to help me on the next part. Just leave a review, and I'll get back to you. I'll tell you this; it has to do with a talent show. Ta! And if I don't have a total of 45 reviews, well it will be a long time coming before the next chapter is up.