Connor fell onto his bed. He didn't understand Angel. No, he was born to
kill Angel. But now, seeing how Angel acted, how Angel once was. Connor
cringed at the memories. Angel's memories. Connor didn't want to cry, what
was there to cry for? Plus crying was a quite obvious sign of weakness. But
what good was it to be strong?
Before he could stop them, tears were streaming down his face. His head nestled into the pillow and tears falling off his chin.
Connor was far too distracted to realize that someone was at the door. A broad image took up the space that was occupying the empty doorway. Angel didn't want to speak and make Connor jump so he cleared his throat.
Connor didn't jump, he more of froze then turned to face the character who had cleared his throat, not bothering to wipe away the tears.
"What's the matter?" Angel asked walking into his room.
Connor pulled him self into a sitting position. "Nothing," he answered, now wiping the tears away.
"Yeah...don't you just hate it when you cry over nothing?" Connor never knew Angel had a sense of humor not alone that he could be sarcastic. "What's the matter," Angel asked again.
Did Angel seriously expect Connor to break down and tell him everything that's been happening? This guy's been around for nearly three hundred years, didn't he understand humanity at all?
"I said nothing," Connor snapped, turning from Angel.
"Connor," Angel began, sitting down beside Connor on his bed. "I'm your father. We're suppose to talk. It's a routine. If something's bothering you, I want to you."
"What would be bothering me?" Connor asked, trying to change the subject.
"There's plenty. Plenty that you could think of..." Angel allowed himself to trail off, knowing he had no answer.
"Fine." Connor threw his legs over the side of his bed so that he was sitting the way Angel was. "It's you," he answered plainly.
"Well, that's not a first," Angel stated, trying not to take it personally.
"I met a...a demon," Connor forced himself to say. "And this demon had a fairly nice gift of revealing people's pasts to those who needed a better understanding."
"And...?" Angel asked not getting the point.
"Well, I got a better understanding..." Connor trailed off.
"What?" Angel asked, then realized what Connor meant. "You saw it? What did you see?"
"Um..." Thinking of it now, Connor did forget quite a few details. "Darla," Connor answered, she was the most recent.
"Darla? When?" Angel asked. Was it the same year he and Buffy first met, or was it...when she had Connor?
"When her an Buffy were fighting...and when she had...me," Connor forced himself to answer.
"What else did you see?" Angel asked.
"Spike, when Spike wanted that stupid ring from you. And Whistler, when you two first met. And when you were Angelus. I'm guessing when you and Buffy got possessed inside of that high school. And that episode with the living flame." Connor cleared his throat. "Saw Eve being turned and her being accused of witch craft when she was human. I saw you trying to kill yourself after a spirit, more than likely the one, tried to get you to kill Buffy. Saw you and Buffy fight in the street when you got hit by that arrow, saw you sick, saw you drink from Buffy. Saw Buffy kill Faith. And I also saw that fight when you first met Kate. Saw that fight with Doyle stickin' up for Cordy. And I also saw Doyle dying." Connor took some time to think, remember. "That's it," he finally said.
"Well..." Angel didn't know what to say. "You hate me?" He finally asked.
Connor looked down. Hate him? He drunk blood from the girlfriend that he killed Darla for. Nah, what was there to hate?
"No," Connor finally answered, in a low tone that Angel could hardly hear. But he did hear. "What's there to hate about you? You drunk blood from the girlfriend that you killed Darla for."
Angel's eyes darkened for the slightest moment. "The demon will return," Angel finally said. "There's more to see. You still haven't seen the incident with Faith and Buffy. And you haven't seen Buffy kill me, nor her return me."
"Okay," Connor said, not sure what else to say. "I'm sorry..." he finally said, know that's what was meant to be said. Angel stared at Connor. Never before had he expected to hear Connor apologize willingly. Angel leaned in closer and took Connor in a hug.
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Angel walked down the stairs. Doyle was sitting behind the main desk, nothing better to do. "Hey Doyle," Angel said walking up to Doyle.
"Hey," Doyle said in reply.
"Got a call earlier, sounded urgent. Something bout needing to find a missing girl. Said we had 24 hours to reply. Didn't plan on taking it up, but now that you think of it. We still need money, even if we don't have Cordy rambling about it. So, that's where you come in," Angel said stopping in front of the desk.
"I don't know how to find a missing a girl," Doyle said.
"Oh, but you know how to find me," Angel said. "It's not a one man thing. Now that you're back, I want it to be like old times. Which did never involve avoiding each other. So you up to it?" Angel could see Doyle changing his mind.
"Yeah," Doyle finally answered.
"Okay. Here's the number," Angel gave Doyle a piece of paper with 7 digits on it. "Call them and tell them we'll take the case. We can discuss a game plan later when everything else is sorted out." Doyle nodded and picked up the phone. Angel turned and went back up stairs.
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Eve leaned against the chains that were binding her when Báróid showed up. She stared at him dully. "Hello, Eve," the man spoke.
"What are you gonna do to be?" Eve asked boredly. "Scratch that." White and blue balls surrounded Eve. Baroid took a step back. Eve absorb the white and blue tiny balls then in the blink of an idea, she was gone.
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White and green balls went around in a circle in the center of the main room; few seconds later Eve appeared out of the tiny balls.
Doyle no longer stood behind the desk and the room was isolated.
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Angel and Buffy stood in front of each other, not sure what should come next. But they soon endured the love and fell back into a series of passionate kisses.
"Angel," Buffy gasped. They parted from the kisses and looked at each other. "I'm sorry, I'm so use to you saying this is wrong and how we can't do it. You drilled it into my brain and..." Buffy trailed off. She was much older now...that was seven years ago. Buffy and Angel sunk back into the kisses.
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I'm sorry if this story is startin to suck. I'll try to bring it to a not sucky end soon.
Before he could stop them, tears were streaming down his face. His head nestled into the pillow and tears falling off his chin.
Connor was far too distracted to realize that someone was at the door. A broad image took up the space that was occupying the empty doorway. Angel didn't want to speak and make Connor jump so he cleared his throat.
Connor didn't jump, he more of froze then turned to face the character who had cleared his throat, not bothering to wipe away the tears.
"What's the matter?" Angel asked walking into his room.
Connor pulled him self into a sitting position. "Nothing," he answered, now wiping the tears away.
"Yeah...don't you just hate it when you cry over nothing?" Connor never knew Angel had a sense of humor not alone that he could be sarcastic. "What's the matter," Angel asked again.
Did Angel seriously expect Connor to break down and tell him everything that's been happening? This guy's been around for nearly three hundred years, didn't he understand humanity at all?
"I said nothing," Connor snapped, turning from Angel.
"Connor," Angel began, sitting down beside Connor on his bed. "I'm your father. We're suppose to talk. It's a routine. If something's bothering you, I want to you."
"What would be bothering me?" Connor asked, trying to change the subject.
"There's plenty. Plenty that you could think of..." Angel allowed himself to trail off, knowing he had no answer.
"Fine." Connor threw his legs over the side of his bed so that he was sitting the way Angel was. "It's you," he answered plainly.
"Well, that's not a first," Angel stated, trying not to take it personally.
"I met a...a demon," Connor forced himself to say. "And this demon had a fairly nice gift of revealing people's pasts to those who needed a better understanding."
"And...?" Angel asked not getting the point.
"Well, I got a better understanding..." Connor trailed off.
"What?" Angel asked, then realized what Connor meant. "You saw it? What did you see?"
"Um..." Thinking of it now, Connor did forget quite a few details. "Darla," Connor answered, she was the most recent.
"Darla? When?" Angel asked. Was it the same year he and Buffy first met, or was it...when she had Connor?
"When her an Buffy were fighting...and when she had...me," Connor forced himself to answer.
"What else did you see?" Angel asked.
"Spike, when Spike wanted that stupid ring from you. And Whistler, when you two first met. And when you were Angelus. I'm guessing when you and Buffy got possessed inside of that high school. And that episode with the living flame." Connor cleared his throat. "Saw Eve being turned and her being accused of witch craft when she was human. I saw you trying to kill yourself after a spirit, more than likely the one, tried to get you to kill Buffy. Saw you and Buffy fight in the street when you got hit by that arrow, saw you sick, saw you drink from Buffy. Saw Buffy kill Faith. And I also saw that fight when you first met Kate. Saw that fight with Doyle stickin' up for Cordy. And I also saw Doyle dying." Connor took some time to think, remember. "That's it," he finally said.
"Well..." Angel didn't know what to say. "You hate me?" He finally asked.
Connor looked down. Hate him? He drunk blood from the girlfriend that he killed Darla for. Nah, what was there to hate?
"No," Connor finally answered, in a low tone that Angel could hardly hear. But he did hear. "What's there to hate about you? You drunk blood from the girlfriend that you killed Darla for."
Angel's eyes darkened for the slightest moment. "The demon will return," Angel finally said. "There's more to see. You still haven't seen the incident with Faith and Buffy. And you haven't seen Buffy kill me, nor her return me."
"Okay," Connor said, not sure what else to say. "I'm sorry..." he finally said, know that's what was meant to be said. Angel stared at Connor. Never before had he expected to hear Connor apologize willingly. Angel leaned in closer and took Connor in a hug.
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Angel walked down the stairs. Doyle was sitting behind the main desk, nothing better to do. "Hey Doyle," Angel said walking up to Doyle.
"Hey," Doyle said in reply.
"Got a call earlier, sounded urgent. Something bout needing to find a missing girl. Said we had 24 hours to reply. Didn't plan on taking it up, but now that you think of it. We still need money, even if we don't have Cordy rambling about it. So, that's where you come in," Angel said stopping in front of the desk.
"I don't know how to find a missing a girl," Doyle said.
"Oh, but you know how to find me," Angel said. "It's not a one man thing. Now that you're back, I want it to be like old times. Which did never involve avoiding each other. So you up to it?" Angel could see Doyle changing his mind.
"Yeah," Doyle finally answered.
"Okay. Here's the number," Angel gave Doyle a piece of paper with 7 digits on it. "Call them and tell them we'll take the case. We can discuss a game plan later when everything else is sorted out." Doyle nodded and picked up the phone. Angel turned and went back up stairs.
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Eve leaned against the chains that were binding her when Báróid showed up. She stared at him dully. "Hello, Eve," the man spoke.
"What are you gonna do to be?" Eve asked boredly. "Scratch that." White and blue balls surrounded Eve. Baroid took a step back. Eve absorb the white and blue tiny balls then in the blink of an idea, she was gone.
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White and green balls went around in a circle in the center of the main room; few seconds later Eve appeared out of the tiny balls.
Doyle no longer stood behind the desk and the room was isolated.
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Angel and Buffy stood in front of each other, not sure what should come next. But they soon endured the love and fell back into a series of passionate kisses.
"Angel," Buffy gasped. They parted from the kisses and looked at each other. "I'm sorry, I'm so use to you saying this is wrong and how we can't do it. You drilled it into my brain and..." Buffy trailed off. She was much older now...that was seven years ago. Buffy and Angel sunk back into the kisses.
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I'm sorry if this story is startin to suck. I'll try to bring it to a not sucky end soon.