A/N- Yes yes I know, I've been terrible to wait so long between updates, But I promise the next update isn't so very far behind. I already have the next chapter written and waiting to be posted. I've really been into this one lately, so hopefully I'll be turning out much much more.
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Chapter 5
"Are you serious?" Faith looked at Connor, mouth open it shock. "You've really never had an Oreo?" She took a gulp of her milk, continuing to stare at him. Connor shook his head. "Jesus, what planet are you fro-" She stopped herself, remembering that he really was from another planet. She handed him one of her cookies.
Connor moved to put it in his mouth but she leaned across the counter and stopped him. "Wait, that's not how you eat an Oreo, kid," she said.
Connor looked up at Faith, he had concluded in the last few days that she was crazy. This was just more proof.
"And why not? It's just a cookie, how would you have me eat it?" he asked her.
"Okay, first of all, it's not just a cookie, it's an Oreo." Faith said, ignoring the roll of Connors eyes. "And second of all, you can't just eat it. Tools are involved, you need a glass of milk, and you need to know the right way. There's an art to it, and when done right, it can be a very sensual, enlightening experience."
Connor had noticed that Faith had a certain way of saying things. She could take a completely crazy idea and say it in a way that made it seem completely sensible and intelligent. He figured she could probably make jumping of a cliff sound like a good idea if she tried. He waited for her to go on, wanting to eat the cookie. He hadn't had anything to eat yet that day.
"Okay," Faith started, "First, you have to bring the cookie to your nose. Breathe in that intoxicating air of chocolaty goodness." She did it, and Connor mocked her movements. "Then, you'll want to break the cookie open. Like this." She showed him, and he complied. "Thirdly, now this part you don't want to screw up, you lick the cream out from the middle." She brought out her tongue and moved it across the cream filling of the Oreo.
Connor just watched amazed. If anyone else had been doing it, he would of thought it weird, or gross. But when Faith did it, it became the sexiest thing he had ever seen. Faith looked up at him, "Go on, try it," she said.
Connor brought the cookie to his mouth, and licked out the creamy center. It was sweet; he liked it.
"Now, last step. Once most of the cream is gone, you put the two cookies back together and dip them in the milk. Now this part can be hard," she told him, "if you dip it for to long, then it gets too soggy. Not long enough, and it doesn't taste as good. I find if you slowly count to seven in your mind, you get the best results." She did this, and then popped the whole cookie in her mouth, closing her eyes in pleasure as she ate it, savoring the taste.
Connor did the same. He had to admit, it was pretty good. "Then, when you're done, take a big gulp of milk to wash it down." She did this and then handed him the glass.
"They teach Oreo eating skills in jail now Faith?" Buffy asked, coming up from behind Connor.
"Yup," Faith replied, "My favorite class. Got straight A's."
Buffy rolled her eyes. "Connor, I asked you to go down to the basement and get me a battle axe so I could finish the demonstration. Not take Oreo tips from an ex-convict," Buffy said.
Connor looked down; he had forgotten that's what he came inside for. He had run into Faith and she offered him a cookie, and so on from there. He looked up at Buffy, not sure what to say, and saw that look in her eyes. It had become apparent to him since he got here, that thought they needed his strength, in Buffy's mind he was not welcome. He was certain that she hated him, but why, he had no idea. He was unsure what to say to her, but luckily, he was saved from having to say anything.
"God B, give the kid a break, he's not used to taking orders from a girl," Faith said, flashing Connor a smile. "Why don't you send someone from your little slayer cult to go get the axe?" she asked.
Buffy rolled her eyes, "Never mind it, I'll get the Axe" she said, turning out of the room. Connor let out a nervous breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. He opened his mouth to thank her, but was cut off by the phone ringing.
Faith hopped off of her stool, and grabbed it. "What do ya want?" she answered it. Her face changed to a smile, "Hey, what's up, I've been waiting to hear from you," she said. She paused for the other speaker, "Yeah he's right here, wanna talk to him?" she asked. "Okay hold on a sec. Connor, it's your Daddy."
Connor slid slowly off his stool and dragged himself over to the phone. He had nothing to say to Angel, but he wanted to know how Cordilia was. He took the phone from Faith, who gave him a pat on the back that was more forceful, then encouraging. "Hello?" he said quietly.
"Hey Connor, how are you liking it in Sunnydale?" Angel asked.
"About as much as I liked it in Qour-Toth," Connor relied.
"Ah, so they're making you feel at home?" Angel asked.
"Enough of this, how's Cordillia?" Conner asked.
"She's fine, she woke up last night, couldn't remember a thing," Angel told him. "She asked about you though, wanted to know if you were okay," he said.
"Well, you can tell her I'm fine," Connor replied. He realized that if she didn't remember anything, then she probably couldn't remember that they ever kissed, ever made love, or were ever close at all. And suddenly, he didn't want to talk to her. It didn't seem fair that she could forget, when he would remember it forever.
"Okay, is everyone treating you all right there?" Angel asked, playing the concerned father role that Connor much despised.
"Better then anyone treated me over there." Connor replied. He knew it wasn't true. They had treated him fine in L.A. Fred used to make him sandwiches, and Wesley always had a pat on the back for him. And Angel, even after Connor had sent him to the bottom of the ocean, Angel still loved him. But then, when times were hardest, Angel sent him away. So much for fatherly love.
"I've got to go," Connor said. "Do you want to talk to Buffy?" he asked, Buffy had just walked up around the corner, huge battle-axe in her arms. She mouthed the words 'who's on the phone?' Connor mouthed back 'Angel'. Buffy started shaking her head, a blank look immediately took over her face.
"Buffy?" Angel asked, "Is she there, does she want to talk to me? Actually, I shouldn't, I've got to go, there's a thing, with a demon, and blood and babies, maybe next time. I'll call you again in a few days, and you can always call me. I love you Connor," he said it quietly, as if he was worried what Connors reaction would be.
"Whatever," Connor said. He hung up the phone.
"What did Angel have to say?" Buffy asked.
"Not much, just wanted to see how I was. Told me how Cordi was doing, etcetera." Connor responded. "Why didn't you want to talk to him?" Connor asked.
"Oh, no, you misunderstood," Buffy said shaking her head. She looked at the phone with longing. "I just don't have time. I've got slayers, and battles, and stuff" she said.
Connor held back a laugh, she sounded exactly like Angel did. Something went on with them, he was sure of it. He just had to find out what. Buffy looked back up at Connor, and for a minute that look of hate was gone. Replaced by something else. "You look a lot like him, you have his eyes," she said.
"His eyes are brown" Connor said, looking down so she couldn't see his eyes. He didn't like being compared to Angel; he was tired of everyone saying that they looked alike.
"What?" Buffy asked. "I know his eyes are brown," she said.
"His eyes are brown, mine are blue." Connor's Voice grew louder. "So I really don't understand why everyone keeps saying that we have the same eyes when they're not even the same color!" He hit the counter, which startled Buffy, who took a step back.
"It's not the color," she told him. "It's the emotion, the expression behind them." She looked at him thoughtfully for one more moment, and took a step to him. She reached a hand up and put it on his cheek, Connor flinched away, but her hand followed him. His eyes, stared at her hand, unsure of what to do. Her face held the look that Fred used to give him, a sort of, 'Poor thing, what can I do to make you feel better', look. "You look like Darla too," she said.
Connor looked back at her face, wanting to ask her about his mother, who no one would ever mention. He didn't even know what she looked like. But Buffy dropped her hand, and the look of muted hatred returned to her face. "Come outside and train with us, if you don't think you can learn anything, then help the girls." She left the room, not giving him a chance to answer.
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A/A/N-If any of you read my other fics; you may want to check my authors page, for I've had to cancel a few stories.
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Chapter 5
"Are you serious?" Faith looked at Connor, mouth open it shock. "You've really never had an Oreo?" She took a gulp of her milk, continuing to stare at him. Connor shook his head. "Jesus, what planet are you fro-" She stopped herself, remembering that he really was from another planet. She handed him one of her cookies.
Connor moved to put it in his mouth but she leaned across the counter and stopped him. "Wait, that's not how you eat an Oreo, kid," she said.
Connor looked up at Faith, he had concluded in the last few days that she was crazy. This was just more proof.
"And why not? It's just a cookie, how would you have me eat it?" he asked her.
"Okay, first of all, it's not just a cookie, it's an Oreo." Faith said, ignoring the roll of Connors eyes. "And second of all, you can't just eat it. Tools are involved, you need a glass of milk, and you need to know the right way. There's an art to it, and when done right, it can be a very sensual, enlightening experience."
Connor had noticed that Faith had a certain way of saying things. She could take a completely crazy idea and say it in a way that made it seem completely sensible and intelligent. He figured she could probably make jumping of a cliff sound like a good idea if she tried. He waited for her to go on, wanting to eat the cookie. He hadn't had anything to eat yet that day.
"Okay," Faith started, "First, you have to bring the cookie to your nose. Breathe in that intoxicating air of chocolaty goodness." She did it, and Connor mocked her movements. "Then, you'll want to break the cookie open. Like this." She showed him, and he complied. "Thirdly, now this part you don't want to screw up, you lick the cream out from the middle." She brought out her tongue and moved it across the cream filling of the Oreo.
Connor just watched amazed. If anyone else had been doing it, he would of thought it weird, or gross. But when Faith did it, it became the sexiest thing he had ever seen. Faith looked up at him, "Go on, try it," she said.
Connor brought the cookie to his mouth, and licked out the creamy center. It was sweet; he liked it.
"Now, last step. Once most of the cream is gone, you put the two cookies back together and dip them in the milk. Now this part can be hard," she told him, "if you dip it for to long, then it gets too soggy. Not long enough, and it doesn't taste as good. I find if you slowly count to seven in your mind, you get the best results." She did this, and then popped the whole cookie in her mouth, closing her eyes in pleasure as she ate it, savoring the taste.
Connor did the same. He had to admit, it was pretty good. "Then, when you're done, take a big gulp of milk to wash it down." She did this and then handed him the glass.
"They teach Oreo eating skills in jail now Faith?" Buffy asked, coming up from behind Connor.
"Yup," Faith replied, "My favorite class. Got straight A's."
Buffy rolled her eyes. "Connor, I asked you to go down to the basement and get me a battle axe so I could finish the demonstration. Not take Oreo tips from an ex-convict," Buffy said.
Connor looked down; he had forgotten that's what he came inside for. He had run into Faith and she offered him a cookie, and so on from there. He looked up at Buffy, not sure what to say, and saw that look in her eyes. It had become apparent to him since he got here, that thought they needed his strength, in Buffy's mind he was not welcome. He was certain that she hated him, but why, he had no idea. He was unsure what to say to her, but luckily, he was saved from having to say anything.
"God B, give the kid a break, he's not used to taking orders from a girl," Faith said, flashing Connor a smile. "Why don't you send someone from your little slayer cult to go get the axe?" she asked.
Buffy rolled her eyes, "Never mind it, I'll get the Axe" she said, turning out of the room. Connor let out a nervous breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. He opened his mouth to thank her, but was cut off by the phone ringing.
Faith hopped off of her stool, and grabbed it. "What do ya want?" she answered it. Her face changed to a smile, "Hey, what's up, I've been waiting to hear from you," she said. She paused for the other speaker, "Yeah he's right here, wanna talk to him?" she asked. "Okay hold on a sec. Connor, it's your Daddy."
Connor slid slowly off his stool and dragged himself over to the phone. He had nothing to say to Angel, but he wanted to know how Cordilia was. He took the phone from Faith, who gave him a pat on the back that was more forceful, then encouraging. "Hello?" he said quietly.
"Hey Connor, how are you liking it in Sunnydale?" Angel asked.
"About as much as I liked it in Qour-Toth," Connor relied.
"Ah, so they're making you feel at home?" Angel asked.
"Enough of this, how's Cordillia?" Conner asked.
"She's fine, she woke up last night, couldn't remember a thing," Angel told him. "She asked about you though, wanted to know if you were okay," he said.
"Well, you can tell her I'm fine," Connor replied. He realized that if she didn't remember anything, then she probably couldn't remember that they ever kissed, ever made love, or were ever close at all. And suddenly, he didn't want to talk to her. It didn't seem fair that she could forget, when he would remember it forever.
"Okay, is everyone treating you all right there?" Angel asked, playing the concerned father role that Connor much despised.
"Better then anyone treated me over there." Connor replied. He knew it wasn't true. They had treated him fine in L.A. Fred used to make him sandwiches, and Wesley always had a pat on the back for him. And Angel, even after Connor had sent him to the bottom of the ocean, Angel still loved him. But then, when times were hardest, Angel sent him away. So much for fatherly love.
"I've got to go," Connor said. "Do you want to talk to Buffy?" he asked, Buffy had just walked up around the corner, huge battle-axe in her arms. She mouthed the words 'who's on the phone?' Connor mouthed back 'Angel'. Buffy started shaking her head, a blank look immediately took over her face.
"Buffy?" Angel asked, "Is she there, does she want to talk to me? Actually, I shouldn't, I've got to go, there's a thing, with a demon, and blood and babies, maybe next time. I'll call you again in a few days, and you can always call me. I love you Connor," he said it quietly, as if he was worried what Connors reaction would be.
"Whatever," Connor said. He hung up the phone.
"What did Angel have to say?" Buffy asked.
"Not much, just wanted to see how I was. Told me how Cordi was doing, etcetera." Connor responded. "Why didn't you want to talk to him?" Connor asked.
"Oh, no, you misunderstood," Buffy said shaking her head. She looked at the phone with longing. "I just don't have time. I've got slayers, and battles, and stuff" she said.
Connor held back a laugh, she sounded exactly like Angel did. Something went on with them, he was sure of it. He just had to find out what. Buffy looked back up at Connor, and for a minute that look of hate was gone. Replaced by something else. "You look a lot like him, you have his eyes," she said.
"His eyes are brown" Connor said, looking down so she couldn't see his eyes. He didn't like being compared to Angel; he was tired of everyone saying that they looked alike.
"What?" Buffy asked. "I know his eyes are brown," she said.
"His eyes are brown, mine are blue." Connor's Voice grew louder. "So I really don't understand why everyone keeps saying that we have the same eyes when they're not even the same color!" He hit the counter, which startled Buffy, who took a step back.
"It's not the color," she told him. "It's the emotion, the expression behind them." She looked at him thoughtfully for one more moment, and took a step to him. She reached a hand up and put it on his cheek, Connor flinched away, but her hand followed him. His eyes, stared at her hand, unsure of what to do. Her face held the look that Fred used to give him, a sort of, 'Poor thing, what can I do to make you feel better', look. "You look like Darla too," she said.
Connor looked back at her face, wanting to ask her about his mother, who no one would ever mention. He didn't even know what she looked like. But Buffy dropped her hand, and the look of muted hatred returned to her face. "Come outside and train with us, if you don't think you can learn anything, then help the girls." She left the room, not giving him a chance to answer.
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