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: More chaos in babysitting.
Chapter Thirty: Babysitting Crash Course
Connor stared at his sister for a second before reacting. "Casey!" he shouted as he saw the little girl scamper out of the room.
"Better go catch her mate, there's no telling where she'll go," Will said from the back of the room.
Connor nodded and jogged out. He may be bigger and be able to take larger strides; Casey was small and quick. He made a sharp left as he exited the room and stopped for a moment. He then started up again, by taking a running leap. Eventually he came to stairs, jumping over the banister; he landed in the lobby, right in front of Casey.
"Going some where?" he asked as he swooped down and picked her up.
"Um.no?" Casey looked at him; her eyes wide open in a puppy dog look.
Connor closed his eyes; suddenly he knew what his father had to deal with. It was hard to escape those eyes. Finally he opened them as he marched into the office. Setting her firmly down on the seat he looked at her, "Ten minutes," he said and walked out.
"Look at you, all papa bear like," Will smirked as Connor sighed and jumped up on the main desk.
"Shove it," Connor shook his head, getting the hair out of his eyes.
"Hey it's true," Will shrugged. "Are you getting paid to do this?"
Connor shook his head; "I did it out of good will. I was gone most of the day anyway."
Will smirked, "Tell them you want to get paid, or else you'll get walked all over. Learn the ideals of the capitalistic society."
Connor nodded numbly, "Stop twirling Casey. You're supposed to be bored and thinking about what you did, not spinning around and entertaining yourself," he called out.
Will laughed, "You've got an eye for kids mate. But don't go making them too soon. Little brats under foot make for no personal time. God knows I had to do that enough with fledglings. Teenagers are much better." He nodded his head as Connor looked up.
"Thanks, I think," Connor said slowly. "Was that a compliment?"
Will nodded, "Boys I understand a lot better than girls. And I don't have to worry about hormonal boys attacking you. Instead I have to worry about you attacking Claire."
"Which I won't do!" Connor promised. He then looked at his watch; time was almost up.
"Wait, she won't learn a lesson if you let her off," Will warned.
Connor sighed and nodded, Will was right. The two minutes ticked by in agonizing slowness. Finally they were up, standing; Connor walked into the office and kneeled in front of his sister. "Promise never to kick again?" he asked softly.
Casey nodded her head slowly.
"Pinky swear?" Connor smiled slightly.
"Pinky swear!" Casey nodded happily and quickly got out of the chair, but not before doing the ritual.
The brother and sister walked out of the office and played around for awhile, somehow Casey conned both Will and Connor to giver her piggyback rides. And she was still raring to go when both fell down. "Get Up!" Casey demanded.
"Pet, we're both tired, can't you go watch a movie or something?" Will moaned.
Connor laughed slightly, who knew a four-year-old, could tire out two grown men, who both had supernatural strength. Looking at his watch he turned his head toward Will. "Go home. It's almost time for Casey to go to b-e-d anyway. You deserve all the rest you can get. You've been a great help," he smiled
Casey frowned as she heard Connor spell out a word, which always meant something bad, was going to happen. Her frowned deepened as she saw Will stand up and head for the door. "Don't go!" she cried and ran towards the blonde man.
"I'll be back pet. Your old man will have to fight me to keep me away. Now give me a kiss and say goodnight," he demanded as he kneeled down.
Casey complied as she gave him a sloppy wet one on the cheek. "'Night Spike!" she said happily before running off towards Connor.
Will's eyes bugged out, how had she known that? He had never told a soul about his life in Sunnyhell, and not many knew about it, save for Angel, Cordelia, and Charlie. And they wouldn't tell, well he could trust Charlie enough with the secret, but the former May Queen? He could trust them couldn't he? He supposed he could, after all they were all fighting the same thing, evil.
Grinning, Will pressed his thoughts into the back of his mind and left, ready to go back home where he could get a nice bottle of spirits and a smoke.
The next thirty minutes brought on quiet amusement, but that was broken when Connor said the 'b' word, bedtime.
"But I don't wanna go to bed!" Casey wailed as she stood on the couch.
"But it's 10:30. Most kids you're age were in bed at least two hours ago. Dad would have had you in bed at least an hour ago. Please just do me a favor and go to bed!" Connor pleaded.
"No!" Casey jumped off the couch and ran out of the door.
Connor sighed and took up the chase, and caught her easily. He quickly made his way up to her room; she struggled the whole way there. "Stop kicking, you promised not to," Connor said evenly as he was up the first flight of stairs. This only made her struggle harder, causing Connor to loosen his grip for a moment. But before she could get away, Connor had a firm grip once more.
Walking into her room Connor sat on her bed, Casey draped over his lap. Holding on to her, he sighed, "I asked you not to kick, yet you did it anyway, even thought you promised you wouldn't. I put up with your general bratiness tonight, and your rather lucky I don't leave this to Dad, he'd have your hide." And with that little speech, Connor's hand came down on Casey's bottom.
Nine times later, Casey was bawling and Connor got her ready for bed. Tucking her in on her side, he kissed her on the forehead. "I love you. Good night," he whispered, before he turned off the lights. The night light burned brightly, since they had found out that Casey had been afraid of the dark.
"Go 'way," Casey mumbled, her pride wounded, "I hate you!" she nearly yelled the last part, but a yawn muffled the sound.
Connor sighed as he walked downstairs, his math book in his hands. He was going to wait up until his dad showed up. He didn't have to wait long, because in less then ten minutes Angel walked in the door, his back covered in mud.
"Rough night?" Connor tried to sympathize.
"Landed in the mud a few times. If the demons weren't dead, I'd send them the dry cleaning bill. So how was your night?" Angel asked as he pulled of his shirt, looked at it in disgust and tossed it in the trash can.
"Casey was a brat," Connor confessed. "I ended up having to spank her, although it was a last resort. And I know I really have no right to do that, but I didn't know what else to do. She wouldn't listen any other way."
Angel gave him a hard look, "You're right, you had no right to. But tell me what happened, and maybe I won't have your ass." Connor nodded and told him the story of Casey pleading with him to use the weapons, Angel's face darkened at that, but listened anyway. Connor went on to tell how she had thrown a temper tanturm when Connor came to his senses, with Will's help of course, and finally about what had transpired only 10 minutes before. Angel stood in silence for a minute, "You didn't have any right to do what you did, but then again you had no choice. Next time wait for me to show up."
Connor nodded and his eyes widened, "Oh yeah, Will said something about you paying me and that I should learn the ideals of the capitalistic society."
Angel raised his eyebrow, "Later. Go to bed, it's been a long night," and with that, father and son headed off to their separate rooms respectively, ready to sleep until morning.
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: More chaos in babysitting.
Chapter Thirty: Babysitting Crash Course
Connor stared at his sister for a second before reacting. "Casey!" he shouted as he saw the little girl scamper out of the room.
"Better go catch her mate, there's no telling where she'll go," Will said from the back of the room.
Connor nodded and jogged out. He may be bigger and be able to take larger strides; Casey was small and quick. He made a sharp left as he exited the room and stopped for a moment. He then started up again, by taking a running leap. Eventually he came to stairs, jumping over the banister; he landed in the lobby, right in front of Casey.
"Going some where?" he asked as he swooped down and picked her up.
"Um.no?" Casey looked at him; her eyes wide open in a puppy dog look.
Connor closed his eyes; suddenly he knew what his father had to deal with. It was hard to escape those eyes. Finally he opened them as he marched into the office. Setting her firmly down on the seat he looked at her, "Ten minutes," he said and walked out.
"Look at you, all papa bear like," Will smirked as Connor sighed and jumped up on the main desk.
"Shove it," Connor shook his head, getting the hair out of his eyes.
"Hey it's true," Will shrugged. "Are you getting paid to do this?"
Connor shook his head; "I did it out of good will. I was gone most of the day anyway."
Will smirked, "Tell them you want to get paid, or else you'll get walked all over. Learn the ideals of the capitalistic society."
Connor nodded numbly, "Stop twirling Casey. You're supposed to be bored and thinking about what you did, not spinning around and entertaining yourself," he called out.
Will laughed, "You've got an eye for kids mate. But don't go making them too soon. Little brats under foot make for no personal time. God knows I had to do that enough with fledglings. Teenagers are much better." He nodded his head as Connor looked up.
"Thanks, I think," Connor said slowly. "Was that a compliment?"
Will nodded, "Boys I understand a lot better than girls. And I don't have to worry about hormonal boys attacking you. Instead I have to worry about you attacking Claire."
"Which I won't do!" Connor promised. He then looked at his watch; time was almost up.
"Wait, she won't learn a lesson if you let her off," Will warned.
Connor sighed and nodded, Will was right. The two minutes ticked by in agonizing slowness. Finally they were up, standing; Connor walked into the office and kneeled in front of his sister. "Promise never to kick again?" he asked softly.
Casey nodded her head slowly.
"Pinky swear?" Connor smiled slightly.
"Pinky swear!" Casey nodded happily and quickly got out of the chair, but not before doing the ritual.
The brother and sister walked out of the office and played around for awhile, somehow Casey conned both Will and Connor to giver her piggyback rides. And she was still raring to go when both fell down. "Get Up!" Casey demanded.
"Pet, we're both tired, can't you go watch a movie or something?" Will moaned.
Connor laughed slightly, who knew a four-year-old, could tire out two grown men, who both had supernatural strength. Looking at his watch he turned his head toward Will. "Go home. It's almost time for Casey to go to b-e-d anyway. You deserve all the rest you can get. You've been a great help," he smiled
Casey frowned as she heard Connor spell out a word, which always meant something bad, was going to happen. Her frowned deepened as she saw Will stand up and head for the door. "Don't go!" she cried and ran towards the blonde man.
"I'll be back pet. Your old man will have to fight me to keep me away. Now give me a kiss and say goodnight," he demanded as he kneeled down.
Casey complied as she gave him a sloppy wet one on the cheek. "'Night Spike!" she said happily before running off towards Connor.
Will's eyes bugged out, how had she known that? He had never told a soul about his life in Sunnyhell, and not many knew about it, save for Angel, Cordelia, and Charlie. And they wouldn't tell, well he could trust Charlie enough with the secret, but the former May Queen? He could trust them couldn't he? He supposed he could, after all they were all fighting the same thing, evil.
Grinning, Will pressed his thoughts into the back of his mind and left, ready to go back home where he could get a nice bottle of spirits and a smoke.
The next thirty minutes brought on quiet amusement, but that was broken when Connor said the 'b' word, bedtime.
"But I don't wanna go to bed!" Casey wailed as she stood on the couch.
"But it's 10:30. Most kids you're age were in bed at least two hours ago. Dad would have had you in bed at least an hour ago. Please just do me a favor and go to bed!" Connor pleaded.
"No!" Casey jumped off the couch and ran out of the door.
Connor sighed and took up the chase, and caught her easily. He quickly made his way up to her room; she struggled the whole way there. "Stop kicking, you promised not to," Connor said evenly as he was up the first flight of stairs. This only made her struggle harder, causing Connor to loosen his grip for a moment. But before she could get away, Connor had a firm grip once more.
Walking into her room Connor sat on her bed, Casey draped over his lap. Holding on to her, he sighed, "I asked you not to kick, yet you did it anyway, even thought you promised you wouldn't. I put up with your general bratiness tonight, and your rather lucky I don't leave this to Dad, he'd have your hide." And with that little speech, Connor's hand came down on Casey's bottom.
Nine times later, Casey was bawling and Connor got her ready for bed. Tucking her in on her side, he kissed her on the forehead. "I love you. Good night," he whispered, before he turned off the lights. The night light burned brightly, since they had found out that Casey had been afraid of the dark.
"Go 'way," Casey mumbled, her pride wounded, "I hate you!" she nearly yelled the last part, but a yawn muffled the sound.
Connor sighed as he walked downstairs, his math book in his hands. He was going to wait up until his dad showed up. He didn't have to wait long, because in less then ten minutes Angel walked in the door, his back covered in mud.
"Rough night?" Connor tried to sympathize.
"Landed in the mud a few times. If the demons weren't dead, I'd send them the dry cleaning bill. So how was your night?" Angel asked as he pulled of his shirt, looked at it in disgust and tossed it in the trash can.
"Casey was a brat," Connor confessed. "I ended up having to spank her, although it was a last resort. And I know I really have no right to do that, but I didn't know what else to do. She wouldn't listen any other way."
Angel gave him a hard look, "You're right, you had no right to. But tell me what happened, and maybe I won't have your ass." Connor nodded and told him the story of Casey pleading with him to use the weapons, Angel's face darkened at that, but listened anyway. Connor went on to tell how she had thrown a temper tanturm when Connor came to his senses, with Will's help of course, and finally about what had transpired only 10 minutes before. Angel stood in silence for a minute, "You didn't have any right to do what you did, but then again you had no choice. Next time wait for me to show up."
Connor nodded and his eyes widened, "Oh yeah, Will said something about you paying me and that I should learn the ideals of the capitalistic society."
Angel raised his eyebrow, "Later. Go to bed, it's been a long night," and with that, father and son headed off to their separate rooms respectively, ready to sleep until morning.