The Wolf in Sheep's Clothing
Disclaimer: I own nothing, only Brendan
Author's note: in this fic Connor is around 15 (I know Connor is meant to be 18 not 15) and a very grumpy teenager.
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"Please sit down," said Fred clearly concerned for the woman's health. She'd gone pale and her hands shook a little. "I'll call Angel . . . ANGEL!!"
Angel came down the tall stairs into the lobby. He wore a blood red shirt and black trousers in his usual brooding style. "Hi," he said across the lobby, his voice as deep as an ocean. He took a deep 'breath', smelling the air, and then stared coldly at the pale, trembling woman who just stood there staring back at him with her green eyes. Angel came closer still staring at her, knowing exactly what and who she smelt like. "I'm Angel. And you are?"
"Oh excuse me," the woman sniffed. "I'm Clair. Clair Brooks. I w . . .was told you could help . . .help find my son."
"Come to my office. Fred can you get Gunn, Cordy and Connor. I'll fill Loren in later," Angel said in even tones as he led Ms Brooks into his office. He sat behind his desk and waited for the gang to come in. Clair was already sat in a chair opposite Angel when Cordy, Gunn, Fred and Connor came in and crowded into the small office of the hotel. Gunn leaned against the wall with his usual tough guy look, Fred stood next to him holding gently onto his arm, Cordy had taken the other seat next to Ms Brooks and lastly dashing blue eyed Connor stood directly behind his fathers chair, looking rather grumpy like usual. Coolly Angel said, "Tell me everything."
"Well I . . .it's my son, Brendan. He . . .he didn't come h . . .home last night," Ms Brooks stammered, looking around nervously as if someone was there watching her, concealed in the very walls. "He's been doing this recently since hi . . . his father. Well . . . he left. In the night He just, just vanished completely. Brendan just hasn't been the same since."
"So what makes this different from any over time the brats ran off," Gunn sneered toward towards her.
"Gunn!" Fred exclaimed, looking shocked at Gunn's attitude.
Clair looked astonished at what he had said but continued to tell her story. "He always used to take his pictures with him. Always. It was of his father, just before he vanished."
"Huh. Why didn't you stop him? Don't you care for your son?" Connor questioned as he looked condescendingly down at her.
"Connor," Angel said warningly. Sighing Angel said, "Please continue."
"Well, when he didn't come home and wi . . .with the pictures still there. I . . . I came here," Ms Brooks finished staring down at her hands.
"Well, where does he usually go?" Fred asked looking very sorry for her.
"He goes just out of town. He used to go there with his father. He . . . he said he liked the trees and we had a small house there. Other than the one in town," she said sadly, tears trickling down the sides of her face.
Cordelier who had remained silent for the in tier time then saw something she had dent noticed before. Something sent to her from the Powers That Be. She glanced at Angel and then turned her attention over to the sniffling woman.
"Um . . . Ms Brooks if its not to much trouble? What did your husband do?" Cordelier asked kindly.
"Stanley. Oh Stanley was a lawyer."
They all exchanged knowing looks. All of them thinking the same thing, Wolfram and Hart.
"We'll definitely look at our case," Angel said from behind his desk. "Don't worry about the cost. This ones for free!"
The woman rose to her feet and gave her details to Fred. And with a thank you she left the way she had come.
"So who is she?" questioned Connor moodily, after the front doors had closed. He was still not used to the working of this new world.
Angel sighed, he seemed to be dong a lot of that lately. "She's a . . . . .
I know a little bit of a cliffhanger
Disclaimer: I own nothing, only Brendan
Author's note: in this fic Connor is around 15 (I know Connor is meant to be 18 not 15) and a very grumpy teenager.
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"Please sit down," said Fred clearly concerned for the woman's health. She'd gone pale and her hands shook a little. "I'll call Angel . . . ANGEL!!"
Angel came down the tall stairs into the lobby. He wore a blood red shirt and black trousers in his usual brooding style. "Hi," he said across the lobby, his voice as deep as an ocean. He took a deep 'breath', smelling the air, and then stared coldly at the pale, trembling woman who just stood there staring back at him with her green eyes. Angel came closer still staring at her, knowing exactly what and who she smelt like. "I'm Angel. And you are?"
"Oh excuse me," the woman sniffed. "I'm Clair. Clair Brooks. I w . . .was told you could help . . .help find my son."
"Come to my office. Fred can you get Gunn, Cordy and Connor. I'll fill Loren in later," Angel said in even tones as he led Ms Brooks into his office. He sat behind his desk and waited for the gang to come in. Clair was already sat in a chair opposite Angel when Cordy, Gunn, Fred and Connor came in and crowded into the small office of the hotel. Gunn leaned against the wall with his usual tough guy look, Fred stood next to him holding gently onto his arm, Cordy had taken the other seat next to Ms Brooks and lastly dashing blue eyed Connor stood directly behind his fathers chair, looking rather grumpy like usual. Coolly Angel said, "Tell me everything."
"Well I . . .it's my son, Brendan. He . . .he didn't come h . . .home last night," Ms Brooks stammered, looking around nervously as if someone was there watching her, concealed in the very walls. "He's been doing this recently since hi . . . his father. Well . . . he left. In the night He just, just vanished completely. Brendan just hasn't been the same since."
"So what makes this different from any over time the brats ran off," Gunn sneered toward towards her.
"Gunn!" Fred exclaimed, looking shocked at Gunn's attitude.
Clair looked astonished at what he had said but continued to tell her story. "He always used to take his pictures with him. Always. It was of his father, just before he vanished."
"Huh. Why didn't you stop him? Don't you care for your son?" Connor questioned as he looked condescendingly down at her.
"Connor," Angel said warningly. Sighing Angel said, "Please continue."
"Well, when he didn't come home and wi . . .with the pictures still there. I . . . I came here," Ms Brooks finished staring down at her hands.
"Well, where does he usually go?" Fred asked looking very sorry for her.
"He goes just out of town. He used to go there with his father. He . . . he said he liked the trees and we had a small house there. Other than the one in town," she said sadly, tears trickling down the sides of her face.
Cordelier who had remained silent for the in tier time then saw something she had dent noticed before. Something sent to her from the Powers That Be. She glanced at Angel and then turned her attention over to the sniffling woman.
"Um . . . Ms Brooks if its not to much trouble? What did your husband do?" Cordelier asked kindly.
"Stanley. Oh Stanley was a lawyer."
They all exchanged knowing looks. All of them thinking the same thing, Wolfram and Hart.
"We'll definitely look at our case," Angel said from behind his desk. "Don't worry about the cost. This ones for free!"
The woman rose to her feet and gave her details to Fred. And with a thank you she left the way she had come.
"So who is she?" questioned Connor moodily, after the front doors had closed. He was still not used to the working of this new world.
Angel sighed, he seemed to be dong a lot of that lately. "She's a . . . . .
I know a little bit of a cliffhanger