Title: Can't Live Without Him


Disclaimer: I do not own Angel or anything associated with the show. This story is also in no way associated with the current story I'm writing Friendly Reflection. But everyone keeps saying Angel and Connor need to act like father and son and I'm writing this so people will stop putting that in reviews of my story Friendly Reflection. (Not to be bitchy but if I wanted the story that way, I'd write it that way.) So to satisfy readers I'm writing a story with Connor and Angel living together.


Summary: Angel and Connor deal with the fact that they are father and son. Season: 4 as if all the stuff over the summer had never happened, Cordelia never became a higher being and Fred and Gunn never broke up. Pairings: A/Cordy, F/G


Raiting: better make it a Pg-13




Chapter two:


Connor sat on the round couch in the middle of the room playing his Gameboy. In the game he was some kind of ninja that was trying to save some business tycoons beautiful daughter.

Pfft, he thought. Big Deal. I can do that in real life.


Then the doors to his right swung open and a middle aged blonde woman came through. She was wearing a magenta power suit, had her hair up in a twist, and walked with assurance. Here comes trouble. . ., Connor thought.


The woman stopped and glanced around. Seeing that Connor was the only one in the lobby at the time she frowned and stepped closer to him. "I have an appointment," she told him looking down her nose at him. Connor cocked an eyebrow. Was this lady for real?


"And you would be?" Connor asked her imitating her snotty attitude.


"Victoria Kingsley. I called earlier about my daughter."


"Yeah, I think I remember hearing something about that. Let me just go get Angel."


"Thank you," Victoria told him pivoting to examine the surroundings.


Sighing Connor headed to the office where he had seen Angel last. Opening the door Connor saw Angel face down on the desk asleep. Chuckling he stepped closer and sat in the chair opposite Angel. He was quite a moment then leaned forward.


"Dad!" Connor shouted.


Angel jumped back in his chair, a piece of paper stuck to the side of his face. He looked around baffled. Connor smirked at his shocked father.


"Ms. Kingsley's here to see you."


"Oh. . . Thanks," Angel said trying to get more a wake. He stood, removed the paper from his face, then headed out the door. Connor followed behind lesierly. Victoria turned when she heard the two men enter.


"Angel?"


"Ms. Kingsley, glad to see you," Angel told her going into client mode.


"Victoria," she corrected. "Thank you for seeing me on such short notice."


"Not a problem. We haven't gotten too many cases lately. Coffee?"


"Cream. One sugar."


"Connor would you?" Angel asked his son giving him a cheesy-oh-you-know-I-have-to-get-you-back-type smile.


"Sure," Connor said gritting his teeth. "And for you Dad?"


"Just sugar."


Two can play that game old man. Connor smiled as he headed around the counter to the coffee pot. He poured the two coffees and did Victoria's exactly how she asked. Then he reached for the salt shaker. Making sure Angel wasn't looking he opened the cap and just poured it in.


Biting his lip to keep from laughing he took the two mugs to the office where Angel and Victoria had relocated. He handed Victoria hers and sat Angel's in front of him on the desk. Then he retreated a little to watch.


"How long has your daughter been missing again?" Angel asked her.


"About two weeks," Victoria told him sipping her coffee. "She's doing it just to spite me. I know it. But I am worried."


Angel started to take a sip of his coffee and Connor leaned forward in anticipation.


"The crowd she'd been hanging out with. . ."


He stopped to ask, "What crowd?"


Connor sighed in frustration.


"A demon gang."


"Really?" Angel asked sitting his mug down.


"Yes. When she had told me about them I had no idea. She made them sound like regular teenagers. Then I cam home early one night and they were having a party. Ugh. . ." Victoria shuddered delicately. "Those filthy. . . things were all over my house. Wreaking it."


Angel started to lift his mug to his lips again. Connor grinned waiting for the moment. Then Angel suddenly sat it back down. Connor almost groaned out loud. How long until this guy got thirsty?


"We're they like this?" Angel asked Victoria picking up a book and showing her a page.


"Yes. Except more. . . This century," Victoria told him meaning the robes the tall scaley demon wore.


"Well, I've seen these before. Mostly just dumb creatures that like to act tough. Nothing to be too concerned about. I'm sure your daughter is just fine."


"Good. Well thank you for your time Angel, but I must be going I have another appointment," Victoria said, dismissing the whole event it seemed.


"Thank you for stopping by. We'll let you know what we find," Angel told her shaking her hand.


Victoria nodded and floated out of the office the same way she came in. Connor raised an eyebrow. Something was off about that woman. One would think if someone's daughter was missing the mother would be a bit more concerned. Victoria was too nonchalant. From the look on Angel's face he felt the same.


"You think something's up with her?" Connor asked him.


"Maybe. She seemed not to care enough. . ." Angel mussed picking up his coffee cup and finally taking a sip. After it hit his tongue he stopped and spit it all back in his cup. Then he glared at Connor.


"What's wrong, Dad? A little bitter?" Connor asked trying not to smile.


"Oooh. . . You are so dead," Angel told him advancing on his son.


"Now, Dad," Connor warned. " That could be considered a threat."


Angel took a step forward and Connor jumped up and ran for the lobby. Angel was hot on his heals and they both jumped over the couch in the middle of the room. Lorne was coming down the stairs and stopped when he saw the two running his way.


"Save me Lorne!" Connor cried hiding behind the green demon. "He's gonna kill me!"


"I'm gonna bend you over me knee and spank you is what I'm gonna do," Angel told him.


"I don't care how kinky you two get," Lorne told them holding up his hands. "Just keep me and my linen suit out of it."