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: Connor deals with having a little sister.
Chapter Twenty-Eight: Big Brother Days
Connor tried to roll over but found he couldn't. He groaned, after just getting back to sleep too, he found that he was woken up once more. Opening his eyes a pair of very similar to how own stared back. "Wake up sleepy head!" she demanded, bouncing on his stomach lightly.
"Erg," Connor groaned.
"Wake up!" Casey persisted, bouncing a bit harder.
"Is there an apocalypse coming?" Connor asked.
Casey shook her head. "No. What's an apocalypse?" she asked.
Connor sighed, and tried to site up, with minimal luck, but he finally did it. "Is it noon yet?" he asked, changing the subject.
Casey shrugged ad she scrambled down. "How should in know, I can't read a clock."
Connor slid out of his bed and tried to smooth out his messy hair, with no luck. Glancing at the clock, he saw it was 10:30, he could drop her off and come back to the bed. Picking her up like he saw his father do, he walked downstairs.
"Ah, you're away," Angel said as he saw Connor come down with Casey in his arms.
Connor gave him a lazy, lopsided grin, "Only for the moment. Here, you taker here," he gave Casey to his father. "I have a 90 minute date with my bed."
Returning to his room, Connor locked the door and fell into bed. Sleep was a good thing. He liked sleep. He needed sleep. Throwing the covers over his head, he rolled over and fell asleep once more.
Only to be reawakened, not thirty minutes later to a consistent pounding on his door. It was too light to be his father. Unlocking the door, he threw it open to reveal Casey.
"Hi!" Casey said brightly.
Connor just glowered at her as he pulled on a pair of shoes and walked out the room. As he walked downstairs, Connor shook his head as Casey followed. "I'm going to Claire's so I can sleep," he announced to anyone in the lobby and walked out the door.
Walking over two or three blocks, Connor soon made his way to his best friend's house. Knocking, he waited for Claire to answer. Finally she did, with some surprise.
"Do you have a place I can crash for a few hours?" Connor asked as he stumbled in.
"Yeah, sure. Is your dad being annoying again?" Claire asked as she let him in.
Connor shook his head, "Naw, he's being good for once. It's Casey she won't let me sleep."
A few hours later, Connor walked back down to the living room, coming directly into a conversation between Charlie, Will and Claire. "Uh, hello," Connor said as he scratched the back of his head, obviously embarrassed.
Will turned to Claire, "How long has he been sleeping here?" he demanded.
Claire shrugged, "This is the second or third time. He couldn't get any peace at his house so he crashed here for a few hours."
Will turned towards Connor. "That chit, Casey, is your sister, right?" Connor nodded. "Then Peaches is your father. Now I don't blame you." Will laughed.
Connor quirked an eyebrow. "You know my dad?"
Will shrugged, "He's my bloody grandsire. A pouf at that. But I didn't have a choice in that, now did I?"
Connor looked at Will, confusing written clearly upon his face. "Huh?"
Charlie sighed, Will always had a way of making things way too confusing. "He mean that Angel is a Nancy-boy. Well that's what he's complaining about. They both have a soul, although your father is a lot more anal about it."
Connor looked at Will; "You're a vampire?"
Will nodded, "Been on for over 100 years. But enough about me, what about you?"
Connor ignored Will and turned to Claire, "You knew he was vampire and you let him into your house anyway?"
Claire glared back at Connor, "Like your father isn't one. Don't think I haven't noticed, and don't deny it, I know more about the supernatural that you think."
Will looked between the two teens. "As much fun as it is watching you two have a stare off, I am sitting in the room!"
Claire gave a guilty look towards Will. "Sorry Will!" she said and gave him a hug.
Connor just stared at Will for a moment. "How did you get a soul?"
Will shrugged, "I went in search of a legend. But at least it's no curse, but then again it is if you look at if from my point of view, it is one."
Connor looked at Will. "My father has a curse on him?"
Will slapped his forehead. "Bleedin' hell. Has no one even thought to mention the whole curse ordeal to you?"
Connor shook his head. "Maybe you'd like to enlighten me?" he asked, smirking.
Will shrugged, "I have nothing to lose, except maybe my life. But what the hell. In the late 1700's, throughout the 1800's, and into the beginning of the 1900's, your father was known at the Scourge of Europe, the one with the angelic face, Angelus. Well he made the mistake of eating the wrong person. She was dumber than a post, but a favorite of her gypsy clan. They curse him and he's just off this side of sane for a couple decades. Somehow he get's himself together and goes to Sunnydale, the resident Hellmouth. Boinks the Slayer, whose a good shag if I say so m'self, and lost his soul. Sent to hell. Came back, and left Sunnydale. Came to LA, and you'll have to ask your da about what happened after that."
Connor looked shocked, "And here I thought my life was weird…" he said to himself.
Will's eyebrow rose, "Kid you have no idea."
Connor shrugged, "Look, I have to go. Someone's going to have to watch Casey tonight since she decided to pull something and turned herself into a four year old."
Claire looked at Connor, "And you were going to tell me this when?"
Connor looked at her. "Never. Casey will kill me when she finds out that I told."
Will smirked, "She's a violent chit that one. Reminds me of the Slayer, except she doesn't have all super strength, does she?"
Connor shook his head, "That's my area of expertise. Or at least I think it is. But I should really be going. It's 4:30 already, I've been here for way too long."
Will smirked. "Charlie and I will be here if you need any help watching the chit. She seemed be a handful when she was 16; I'd hate to see her at 4. Oh well, all you have to do is ring."
Connor waved as he walked out of Claire's house and made the short journey to the Hyperion. He felt someone try to run by him as soon as he entered. Grabbing the bundle of energy, he brought Casey up to his face.
"Who are you running from?" he asked.
"Me," Cordelia said as she walked up to the pair.
"Here," Connor thrust the squirming Casey toward the woman and headed towards the stairs. "I'm going to get changed. I'll watch her tonight while the rest of you are out. It's not fair if someone else was stuck watching her."
Cordelia watched as the teenage boy walked up the stairs. "That'd be nice Connor, that'd be real nice," she called after him. He only raised his hand in return before he headed to his own room. She then turned her attention towards Casey, "And it's time for you Miss to get dressed."
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: Connor deals with having a little sister.
Chapter Twenty-Eight: Big Brother Days
Connor tried to roll over but found he couldn't. He groaned, after just getting back to sleep too, he found that he was woken up once more. Opening his eyes a pair of very similar to how own stared back. "Wake up sleepy head!" she demanded, bouncing on his stomach lightly.
"Erg," Connor groaned.
"Wake up!" Casey persisted, bouncing a bit harder.
"Is there an apocalypse coming?" Connor asked.
Casey shook her head. "No. What's an apocalypse?" she asked.
Connor sighed, and tried to site up, with minimal luck, but he finally did it. "Is it noon yet?" he asked, changing the subject.
Casey shrugged ad she scrambled down. "How should in know, I can't read a clock."
Connor slid out of his bed and tried to smooth out his messy hair, with no luck. Glancing at the clock, he saw it was 10:30, he could drop her off and come back to the bed. Picking her up like he saw his father do, he walked downstairs.
"Ah, you're away," Angel said as he saw Connor come down with Casey in his arms.
Connor gave him a lazy, lopsided grin, "Only for the moment. Here, you taker here," he gave Casey to his father. "I have a 90 minute date with my bed."
Returning to his room, Connor locked the door and fell into bed. Sleep was a good thing. He liked sleep. He needed sleep. Throwing the covers over his head, he rolled over and fell asleep once more.
Only to be reawakened, not thirty minutes later to a consistent pounding on his door. It was too light to be his father. Unlocking the door, he threw it open to reveal Casey.
"Hi!" Casey said brightly.
Connor just glowered at her as he pulled on a pair of shoes and walked out the room. As he walked downstairs, Connor shook his head as Casey followed. "I'm going to Claire's so I can sleep," he announced to anyone in the lobby and walked out the door.
Walking over two or three blocks, Connor soon made his way to his best friend's house. Knocking, he waited for Claire to answer. Finally she did, with some surprise.
"Do you have a place I can crash for a few hours?" Connor asked as he stumbled in.
"Yeah, sure. Is your dad being annoying again?" Claire asked as she let him in.
Connor shook his head, "Naw, he's being good for once. It's Casey she won't let me sleep."
A few hours later, Connor walked back down to the living room, coming directly into a conversation between Charlie, Will and Claire. "Uh, hello," Connor said as he scratched the back of his head, obviously embarrassed.
Will turned to Claire, "How long has he been sleeping here?" he demanded.
Claire shrugged, "This is the second or third time. He couldn't get any peace at his house so he crashed here for a few hours."
Will turned towards Connor. "That chit, Casey, is your sister, right?" Connor nodded. "Then Peaches is your father. Now I don't blame you." Will laughed.
Connor quirked an eyebrow. "You know my dad?"
Will shrugged, "He's my bloody grandsire. A pouf at that. But I didn't have a choice in that, now did I?"
Connor looked at Will, confusing written clearly upon his face. "Huh?"
Charlie sighed, Will always had a way of making things way too confusing. "He mean that Angel is a Nancy-boy. Well that's what he's complaining about. They both have a soul, although your father is a lot more anal about it."
Connor looked at Will; "You're a vampire?"
Will nodded, "Been on for over 100 years. But enough about me, what about you?"
Connor ignored Will and turned to Claire, "You knew he was vampire and you let him into your house anyway?"
Claire glared back at Connor, "Like your father isn't one. Don't think I haven't noticed, and don't deny it, I know more about the supernatural that you think."
Will looked between the two teens. "As much fun as it is watching you two have a stare off, I am sitting in the room!"
Claire gave a guilty look towards Will. "Sorry Will!" she said and gave him a hug.
Connor just stared at Will for a moment. "How did you get a soul?"
Will shrugged, "I went in search of a legend. But at least it's no curse, but then again it is if you look at if from my point of view, it is one."
Connor looked at Will. "My father has a curse on him?"
Will slapped his forehead. "Bleedin' hell. Has no one even thought to mention the whole curse ordeal to you?"
Connor shook his head. "Maybe you'd like to enlighten me?" he asked, smirking.
Will shrugged, "I have nothing to lose, except maybe my life. But what the hell. In the late 1700's, throughout the 1800's, and into the beginning of the 1900's, your father was known at the Scourge of Europe, the one with the angelic face, Angelus. Well he made the mistake of eating the wrong person. She was dumber than a post, but a favorite of her gypsy clan. They curse him and he's just off this side of sane for a couple decades. Somehow he get's himself together and goes to Sunnydale, the resident Hellmouth. Boinks the Slayer, whose a good shag if I say so m'self, and lost his soul. Sent to hell. Came back, and left Sunnydale. Came to LA, and you'll have to ask your da about what happened after that."
Connor looked shocked, "And here I thought my life was weird…" he said to himself.
Will's eyebrow rose, "Kid you have no idea."
Connor shrugged, "Look, I have to go. Someone's going to have to watch Casey tonight since she decided to pull something and turned herself into a four year old."
Claire looked at Connor, "And you were going to tell me this when?"
Connor looked at her. "Never. Casey will kill me when she finds out that I told."
Will smirked, "She's a violent chit that one. Reminds me of the Slayer, except she doesn't have all super strength, does she?"
Connor shook his head, "That's my area of expertise. Or at least I think it is. But I should really be going. It's 4:30 already, I've been here for way too long."
Will smirked. "Charlie and I will be here if you need any help watching the chit. She seemed be a handful when she was 16; I'd hate to see her at 4. Oh well, all you have to do is ring."
Connor waved as he walked out of Claire's house and made the short journey to the Hyperion. He felt someone try to run by him as soon as he entered. Grabbing the bundle of energy, he brought Casey up to his face.
"Who are you running from?" he asked.
"Me," Cordelia said as she walked up to the pair.
"Here," Connor thrust the squirming Casey toward the woman and headed towards the stairs. "I'm going to get changed. I'll watch her tonight while the rest of you are out. It's not fair if someone else was stuck watching her."
Cordelia watched as the teenage boy walked up the stairs. "That'd be nice Connor, that'd be real nice," she called after him. He only raised his hand in return before he headed to his own room. She then turned her attention towards Casey, "And it's time for you Miss to get dressed."