Chapter 3

Notes: Okay some general things I didn't mention in the beginning, mostly because I didn't want to rule anything out. I'm a B/A and C/A shipper. This story however takes place in Season 3 Buffy, meaning B/A is one of the main couples. There will also be a little W/O. Xander and Cordelia will not be together but will have the friends-enemies relationship seen in Earshot, which is one of the reasons I chose that episode as the season 3 spoiler in Chapter 1, I liked the relationships. There is no Dawn in this story. I thought about adding her for a long time, but I figured if he was really sent back, she wouldn't be there, plus for me its easier to write without her in. C/A will be mentioned but as of now I have no plans to make them a couple in this story. I think that's everything.

Also I'd like to thank everyone who has reviewed so far. It helps to know people are reading this fic and what you think should be going on.

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"Dad." Connor wasn't sure what Angel's reaction would be, but he needed to know what was going on. He didn't expect Angel ignore him.

He waited for Angel to get closer and then tried again, a little firmer, "Dad."

Angel stopped and looked at him with a confused expression on his face. "Are you looking for your Dad?"

"What? No, I mean, don't you know me?" Connor asked, unsure of what to say. Of all the things he had anticipated Angel not knowing him was not one of them.

"No. Are you okay?" Angel stared at the teen in front of him. He looked vaguely familiar but Angel was sure they had never met. Plus the boy looked troubled. Angel had also noticed the cuts and bruises on his face and hands.

"I want to go home." Connor was shocked to hear himself say that to his father. It was pathetic. But his father didn't know him and Sunnydale was not home.

"Okay, where is home?" Angel asked, knowing the boy was embarrassed for sounded like a five year old.

"L.A." Connor answered, deflated now that he had no other ideas on figuring out what was going on.

"L.A.? That's a nice city." Angel replied trying to get the kid to relax. "So why'd you leave?"

"I didn't." Connor said softly.

"Huh?"

"I said I didn't."

"I heard you, but if you didn't leave, how'd you end up here?" Angel was growing more curious about the boy in front of him.

"I don't know. I was walking across the street in L.A., got hit by a truck, and woke up here." Connor explained, looking up at his father.

"You were hit by a truck?" Angel answered.

"Yeah. And now I'm here. Sunnydale. Cordy said this place is horrible."

"Cordy?"

"Yeah. Uh, Cordelia. She's a friend."

"Cordelia Chase."

"You know her?" Connor was shocked. Why did Angel know Cordelia and not him? This was making less and less sense.

"Yeah. She goes to school with Buffy." Angel answered. Why did this boy know Cordelia? In L.A.

"Buffy? The girl you were with? What school?"

"Yes, Buffy, the girl I was with. How did you know? And Sunnydale High."

Sunnydale High? But Cordy graduated." Maybe there was another Cordelia Chase somewhere, although that didn't see likely.

"No, she's still in school. Senior year. Maybe we're talking about two different people." Like father, like son.

"Graduated from Sunnydale in 1999. About this tall." Connor made a height gesture. "Originally brunette, but its highlighted blonde now."

"Sounds like Cordelia. But her hair's not highlighted, in less it changed in the last couple of hours. And it is 1999."

"No it's not its 2002." Connor replied thinking his father was insane.

"No, its 1999. I know because Buffy and the gang are counting down to graduation and I swear Xander is driving me nuts with the 'Class of '99' stuff."

"But it was 2002..." Connor trailed off.

"Are you saying you're from the future?" Angel asked, unsure, it was a farfetched idea, but living on the Hellmouth, Angel never ruled anything out.

"Maybe." Connor was totally bewildered now.

"And you know Cordelia? In L.A.?" Angel continued to question.

"Yes. You too."

"What?"

"You're there. You and Cordelia work together."

"We what? Do you work there too?"

"No. Cordelia is living with me. And..." Connor paused, Angel didn't know him. He didn't have to tell him he was his son.

"And..?"

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Okay this is what I'm doing. Let me know if you think Connor should tell Angel or not. Please Review and let me know or e-mail me: H0neyAnge1@aol.com. Hope you enjoy the story so far!