Title: Visitation

Author: Stonewar

Summery: Daddy's home for a visit.

Timeline: 2004

Keywords: AU Connor

Author's Note: Part three of a trilogy. "Deus Ex" and "Machina" are the first two parts.

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Visitation by Stonewar

Walking home after a satisfying day of work at the school,

Buffy decided to cut through the park since it was such

nice sunny afternoon. Her progress was stopped by ball

rolling to a stop at her feet. She picked it up and scanned

the area looking for its owner. To her left a casually

dressed man jogged up to her to retrieve his ball.

Buffy's smile faded. "Angel?" she asked stunned. He is here.

In the sun. In khakis.

"Scuze me? Could have my ball please?" The man asked with a Texan twang.

"Sorry, Here." She handed him the ball. "You just reminded me of someone."

"A friend I hope," He smiled.

A female voice called from a few feet away. "Aiden?"

Both Buffy and the man turned toward the speaker.

"Maeve, Hi" Buffy greeted.

"Hi, Looks like you've finally met my husband Aiden."

Maeve responded hooking her arm around the man's elbow.

"Nice to meet you." Buffy held out her hand, blushing from her

earlier faux pas. "You're in the Navy, Right?"

Grasping her hand Aiden responded "Yes, submarines. Unfortunately,

it keeps me away from my family for long periods of time."

"Honey, this is Buffy. She is one of Connor's favorite sitters."

"That's great" he smiled. He looked over his shoulder at the

boy they had left alone longer than they intended.

"Uh oh, he's eating sand. Scuze me, ladies." He makes his exit

and yells, "Connor, No! Spit that out."

Maeve chuckles but sees Buffy still looks somber.

"Bad day?" She asked sympathetically.

"What?" Buffy looks at Maeve startled. Shaking her head to clear

her thoughts she gives her friend a deprecating smile.

"No. No. So, that's your Aiden. I see why you've been hiding him.

He's a hottie."

"Buffy.." She starts to interrupt but Buffy continued her babble.

"And I know he's hottie cuz he looks like my hottie.. or

my ex-hottie. Weird image, Angel in khakis, of course he wore

that powder blue jacket that one time but I didn't know him well

then so it didn't seem odd at the time."

"Buffy!" She says sharply truly interrupting her this time.

"Are saying that Aiden resembles Angel? Angel, in L.A. Angel?

That's what's freaking you out?"

Buffy takes a deep breath to calm herself. "Not just resemble, Maeve."

She said slowly. "He looks exactly like him, except for the sun and

the khakis….and the accent"

"Well I can assure you it isn't Angel. He's a good ole boy from Texas.

I've met his Mama and seen the baby pictures."

"Promise?"

"Cross my heart."

"Whew!" Buffy sagged in relief. "I thought he Shanshued and didn't

tell me and maybe was pretending not to know me or the mystical

thingy wiped out all Vampire memories or something."

Maeve nodded in understanding but she was thinking was "so he told

her about the Shanshu."

"You know, maybe Aiden's related to Angel. His family is Irish too."

Maeve suggested.

"I don't think so." Buffy replied in a subdued tone.

"He wasn't married and killed his family when was turned."

"Oh I know about that. I'm just saying maybe he knock up

a housemaid during his wild youth and Aiden's descended from that kid."

That statement caused Buffy to chuckle. "You are too much.

I'll just leave you to your family outing. Bye."

Maeve watched her cross the street before heading back toward

the man and boy digging in the sand.

"Is my cover blown?" He asked in a bland accentless voice, as she joined them.

"I averted disaster. Where did that Texas twang come from anyway?" She asked.

"Fred." Angel answered with a grin. Connor reached inside his

father's shirt and started to tug at the amulet around his next.

"No, Connor. Daddy needs that to play outside."

"Mama, ook edow." Connor pointed to the amulet now hanging outside the shirt.

"Good boy, that is yellow." She answered kissing him on the forehead.

"That means daddy can play outside for thirty more minutes."

Connor beamed at the praise.

"He can recognize colors already? That's pretty advanced for his age isn't it?"

"Yes, and your genius is playing with cat poop." She replied as

she reached into the diaper bag for the baby wipes.

The End of series

Just a few comments that are vague enough not to spoil.

RE: Rain of Fire….I could have sworn I was assured by someone

who had the authority to assure such things that THAT would never happen.

very disapPOINTed!!

And Angel was looking awfully uninjured as he looked on. Where was

all the blood? He doesn't heal that fast. I'm beginning to doubt

that it was him.