RETURN
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Joss Whedon and the WB. I am only using them for fan fiction.
Author's note: Hello! I am new to ff.net. I like what I see. I also like Angel. So I decided to do a cute little AU. What would have happened if Connor came back at twelve instead of eighteen? (Well, he wouldn't have slept with Cordelia is one thing.) This takes place during the "house always wins" episode of Angel. You know. When Angel was watching Connor from the roof.
CHAPTER 2Once at the hotel Fred headed straight for her books. Angel and Gunn walked over to her as Fred flipped through a thick book.
"Anything?" Angel asked.
"Hang on, Angel," said Fred. "I'm looking at time travel." She took another couple of minutes. "Oh, wait! Here it is. It seems that something occurred during time and space in Qur-tov. Somehow your eighteen-year-old son was switched with a much younger version."
"How's that possible?" asked Angel.
"I don't know exactly," Fred said. "Maybe something happened in Qur-tov."
"OK. But if something happened in time and space won't it affect us?" Gunn pointed out.
"No. It'll affect Qur-tov time which will do nothing to us," said Fred. "I mean Connor will even be able to grow older here."
"Uh, wow?" said Gunn.
"Yes, wow," said Angel. He looked behind him and saw that Stephen was up against the doors looking awkward. He was completely silent. "Um, Con— Stephen, uh, how old are you?"
"Twelve," Stephen replied quietly.
"Listen, why don't you go upstairs and take a long bath? We'll get you some fresh clothes," said Angel.
"No!" the boy barked. "I want to know what's going on. Where am I?"
"You're in… another world. You're in Los Angeles, California," Angel told him. "But don't worry. You're safe. So why don't you go wash up? Uh, Gunn, could you show him where to go?"
"Uh, sure," said Gunn uneasily. "Come on, kid." Stephen slowly followed Gunn upstairs.
Fred turned to Angel. "Angel, how on earth is this going to work? OK. So he's going to get clean. Then what?"
"Well, then I'm going to tell him that his entire life was a lie. Easy, right?"
"Oh, Angel. He is never going to listen. If he's anything like eighteen-year-old Connor—"
"I know, Fred. Don't worry. I'll handle this."
"Well, we're here for you."
"Listen, why don't you go to the nearest Wal-mart and get him some clothes? And could you hurry?"
"Sure. No problem," Fred agreed.
Author's note: Hi. I know it's short. I'm sorry I haven't updated sooner. I've got to get some will power. But don't worry. I'll try and update a little sooner. Please give me reviews and thank you for the ones that I've gotten already.