Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Angel.
Another story in the series. Something that started out as intentional one- shot fics, suddenly evolved. The point of all of them, if you care to know, is the potential that lies in a meeting, not about telling what happened after the meeting. Which is why they're filled with odd pairings.
Meek and the bold
Connor scowled at his father.
Why had he dragged him to a place filled with demons when he knew how his son felt about them?
Granted he had accepted that there might be several levels of how evil demons were, and as long as most of them fitted nicely into the "Kill them" category, Connor was relatively okay with the few who didn't.
He still wasn't calling Lorne Uncle, though.
His father was talking to a tall woman. Cordelia was over at the bar, Gunn and Fred were sitting at another table.
Connor preferred sitting alone, arms folded across his chest, staring at any demon that would dare to sit down at his table.
He had earned his nickname. And by the looks of some of Caritas 3's patrons, they knew it.
It was supposed to be a zone where no violence occurred. Connor had no problems with that. As long as he could do whatever he wanted to when he got outside.
"Can I sit here?"
Connor looked at the girl. She looked fairly normal. Reddish blonde hair and pale skin.
"Sure, have a seat," he gestured as one of the chairs began to move of its own.
The girl grabbed it and sat down.
"I'm Bethany," she gave a little wave. "Do you come here often?"
Another story in the series. Something that started out as intentional one- shot fics, suddenly evolved. The point of all of them, if you care to know, is the potential that lies in a meeting, not about telling what happened after the meeting. Which is why they're filled with odd pairings.
Meek and the bold
Connor scowled at his father.
Why had he dragged him to a place filled with demons when he knew how his son felt about them?
Granted he had accepted that there might be several levels of how evil demons were, and as long as most of them fitted nicely into the "Kill them" category, Connor was relatively okay with the few who didn't.
He still wasn't calling Lorne Uncle, though.
His father was talking to a tall woman. Cordelia was over at the bar, Gunn and Fred were sitting at another table.
Connor preferred sitting alone, arms folded across his chest, staring at any demon that would dare to sit down at his table.
He had earned his nickname. And by the looks of some of Caritas 3's patrons, they knew it.
It was supposed to be a zone where no violence occurred. Connor had no problems with that. As long as he could do whatever he wanted to when he got outside.
"Can I sit here?"
Connor looked at the girl. She looked fairly normal. Reddish blonde hair and pale skin.
"Sure, have a seat," he gestured as one of the chairs began to move of its own.
The girl grabbed it and sat down.
"I'm Bethany," she gave a little wave. "Do you come here often?"