Chapter 7

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"He's my son." As Angel said the words, he knew they were true. He had finally put the pieces together. Connor reminded him of himself. If Connor being his son wasn't so impossible, Angel was sure he would have figured it out sooner.

"What?"

"This is insane."

"How could that be?"

"I don't believe this."

"Could this be more like a soap opera?"

Outburst filled the room after Angel's statement, but through the uproar Connor looked Angel in the eyes. "Yes."

The one word stopped all the others as they stared at father and son.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Angel asked, still reeling from the fact that he had a son. A son! Even in his wildest dreams he had never imagined that he would have a son.

"Because you didn't know me. I wanted to find out about you and I thought it would be easier if you didn't know everything."

"What about me in 2002? I'm sure I would tell you anything you wanted to know."

"We don't really talk much."

"Oh." Angel looked down not sure what to say. He wanted to ask what had happened. Who had taken Connor from him? Why didn't they talk?

"Connor, if Angel's your father, then who is your mother?" Giles asked, looking away from Buffy's glare. She was not going to handle this well when she found out the whole story.

"Her name was Darla."

Angel's head shot back up.

"Darla?" Giles asked as shouts of "She's dead." Filled the air.

"Yes."

"Okay, I was at school, having an actual good day, and then I walk in here and behold the crazy. So someone needs to start explaining." Buffy had lost her patience. She didn't know what was going on, but talk of Angel having a son; a son without her, was not good.

Giles looked back to her and nodded. "Okay from the beginning...again."

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Sorry this is short, but I didn't want to leave you all hanging too long. I'll try to make my next chapter longer. Please review!