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"So. To clarify. Your name is Charles Gunn. You've known Angel for a while now. You fight with him, and you live in the hotel with him. You've been fighting demons since you were young and right now you're dating Fred here. Fred, who's actual name is *Winifred* believe it or not, spent the last 5 years in a different dimension as a refugee and after you guys crashed into that dimension, you brought her back with you. Over there talking is Wesley Wyndham-Pryce. Ex-watcher of Faith the crackpot Slayer, now working for Angel, but he doesn't live here and is the guardian of Connor, who is freakishly strong for his age. How well am I doing?"

"Not very."

The Watcher was back, and gave the girl a look of disappointment.

"Oh dear. The story's wrong isn't it?"

"Not completely, but it is tampered with a bit, isn't it Fred?"

And then Fred looked guilty.

"I wasn't sure whether or not he should know the whole deal."

Wesley took a deep breath. I wasn't looking forward to this. People only go to this much effort to disguise bad news.

"What she said about Gunn and herself was all true. As for me, I don't work for Angel. Angel knew I was here; he'd try to kill me again. I'm not Connor's guardian. I just help train him now."

"So what, he's like a male slayer or something?"

Wesley looked at the table, and then looked at me.

"No. Connor is Angel's son."

As much as I hate to quote the whelp, but it's the only word appropriate.

"Shpadoinkle."

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Author's Note: So how's that for an introduction to the story? Don't worry, I've got a plot in my head, and we're getting to it...