Chapter Three
Connor stepped out of the elevator with a small smirk on his face and it only grew when he saw Faith's flawless figure in the Wolfram and Hart lobby. Faith turned and smiled smugly. She walked towards him but when she reached him, she kept walking.
"You haven't changed a bit." Faith said to Angel with a slight chuckle.
"Don't think that'll happen any time soon." Angel returned her smile.
"Is there somewhere we can talk?" she said, her smile fading.
"In my office."
"Somewhere else." She eyed the employees and Connor suspiciously.
"Well it is day time."
"I'll wait. Meet me here." Faith handed him a piece of paper. "Later." She turned on her heel and left.
"Bye." Angel headed for his office closely followed by Connor. He closed the door after them.
"She doesn't remember me." He said softly. Angel looked from a file he had on his desk to look at his son. Connor looked solemn, and he stared at the floor.
"It's part of the spell."
"Oh...who does remember me?"
"Wesley and Fre-...umm, Illyria. She has some of Fred's memories." Connor sat on one of the chairs in front of Angel's desk, and slouched into it to get comfortable. He nodded at the new information.
"What's the paper say?"
"Plumer Park. You know I fought a tree there once."
"Impressive." Connor said sarcastically.
Faith waited half an hour after sunset until she saw the tall bulky figure of Angel. She smiled slightly and waited for him to approach her so she could greet him but was shocked to see another thin figure behind him. She felt a sense of betrayal and showed it with a scowl when he reached her.
"When I said meet me here I didn't mean for you to bring one of your flunkies."
"I'm not a flunky." Connor took a step towards Faith and she looked ready to kick his ass.
"Fine. Lackey, minion, sl-"
"Hey!" Angel grabbed Connor's arm as he was about to take another step towards Faith.
"Come on, Angel. Let junior go." She sensed his strength. Connor looked at Angel.
"She can take a fight."
"Yeah cause you did so well the last time."
Angel didn't want to anger his son but he had to make him understand that he wasn't there to fight. He could tell she was challenging Connor's pride.
"You were unconscious for half the fight...and I was trying not to hurt her." Connor's voice seemed like a whine as he recalled Faith waking up from her near death orpheous experience and stopping him from staking his father. Angel couldn't keep the smile off of his face at the sound of his son defending his pride.
"Hurt me? You can't hurt me. Besides I've never fought you before."
"You have. You just don't remember." Angel's smile faded and he prepared to tell Faith the truth. 'At least it's going to be easier than explaining it to Buffy." Angel thought.
"He's my son." He said putting a hand on Connor's thin shoulder.
"Weird."
Angel had called Willow and she had given some extra information about the situation. He was planning on slowing down the senior partners. He told Willow that if something went wrong then she would take care of his affairs, including his son. Faith came to make sure that Willow would never have to take on that responsibility.
"No." Angel said as if he knew what she was thinking.
"What?" Faith replied shocked.
"I wont let you help with this but I do need your help on something." Faith sighed knowing that she would help with anything.
"What is it?"
"I need you to take Connor with you back to England." Well, help with almost anything.
"What?" Both Connor and Faith spoke.
"I wont hear it." He put his hand up showing he wasn't gong to hear either of them.
"Your plane leaves tomorrow. It's first class if it makes you feel any better."
"I said I was going to help. Whether you liked it or not." Connor looked him in the eye.
"And you will be. By me knowing you're safe." He left before either could say anything else. They stood outraged and watched him leave but Connor had already thought this would happen and now he had a plan of his own.
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