DISCLAIMER: all belongs to Joss Whedon, Sky and Sir are mine
The next morning he was still thinking about it. Sky noticed this and came over after the class had ended.
"Hey, what's up, your all cloudy-faced?" Connor smiled.
"Just thinking, listen I cant do anything today I got somewhere I have to be." He said finally making up his mind. Sky pouted pretending to be hurt. Connor laughed and lifted her chin with his hand. He kissed her lightly and headed off in the direction of the tree the letter had indicated. Sky shaded her eyes and watched him cross the campus; she shrugged and walked to the library.
When Connor reached the tree there was already someone there. It was an older man, probably in his fifties. Actually this is where I come in, that's me by the tree. He turned sensing Connor's presence. Connor smiled when he saw the face.
"Mr. Sir! You old rascal how could you write that we'd never met? Just to put me off right?" Connor said brightly reaching the older man. Mr. Sir frowned.
"Connor, we have never met. But I told you that you would know me. It is another of your implanted memories that we have met. Have you not yet learned to separate them?" Connor stopped smiling.
"'Course I have I just get thrown off sometimes I guess. In my memories you were my psychiatrist and friend after I started having problems with rediscovering my abilities. Wow this is weird, we've met but we haven't."
"Then let us start over, I am Quentin Sir." He said holding out his hand. Connor took it and held the firm grip. "Shall we talk over lunch I am starving?" Connor smiled and looked around to see if he could see Sky anywhere in case she wished to join them. When he didn't he nodded and led Quentin to the small diner.
"I don't really know what to say," said Connor. "I feel like I already know everything there is to know about you because of these memories that apparently don't exist." Quentin smiled and nodded in agreement.
"I feel the same way actually, we have never met yet I feel a bond. I suppose it would be best if we just talked about the little problem we have here." Connor looked at him puzzled.
"I didn't know we had a problem."
"Surely you've noticed that the vampire and demon numbers have been steadily inclining. I've been watching your patrols and there are simply too many nowadays for your nightly activities to count for anything." Connor frowned.
"Well then what do you propose we do about it?" He inquired; Quentin took a sip of his tea.
"Finish what Angel started."
Connor stared at the British man seated across from him in disbelief. Angel, his vampire father, had fought against the senior partners of a multi-million dollar evil law firm, Wolfram and Hart. In order to give Connor his new life Angel had to sign on with Wolfram and Hart and became CEO of the firm here in Dale. He had taken on everything the senior partners had thrown at him eventually taking down the building with the defeat of their liaison, with the help of Connor of course. Angel and his team had met up for a final confrontation with the senior partners and had lost their lives in the heroic battle. Connor was torn after his real father's death. He was the son a vampires among regular people and living with regular humans who called themselves his parents, his family.
"You're crazy." He stated bluntly, no emotion showing in his eyes. Quentin shook his head.
"I know it seems that way, but we're going to do it a little differently than he did." He replied. Still Connor showed no emotion.
"How do you mean?"
"When the senior partners pulled all those demons and vampires out of their portals to fight Angel's gang they didn't put them back afterward. The outbreak in population is entirely Wolfram and Hart's fault so the only way to get control of the situation is to take out Wolfram and Hart."
"You realise they all died the last time they tried that?" Said Connor glaring. Quentin was not fazed.
"Yes but Angel wanted it that way. He took out the Blackthorns, the senior partners most beloved fold, most devoted followers. He wanted to speak directly to the senior partners. We will just take out the buildings one by one until they have none left to reinforce their situation and then we can crush them." Quentin finished with a large squashing gesture. Connor raised an eyebrow.
"And how do expect to do that, old man?"
"Take out the liaisons of course. They are linked to the energy of the buildings. As you saw for yourself when you aided Angel as soon as the liaison was dead the building crumbled." Connor sat there letting the information sink in. Everything the old man said was true, he knew, he had seen it. Connor sighed.
"All right. But we're going to need lots of information." Quentin just smiled.
"You will see. I will arrange for it. We will meet again at my home at the end of this week." He handed Connor a slip of paper, then he put on his hat, added a few coins to the slip and walked out of the diner. Connor stared at the paper. It was going to be extremely dangerous and difficult. But he had to do it. If not just for Angel also for himself, he needed more excitement in his life. Not that Sky wasn't exciting or anything. He smiled and as if on cue Sky popped her head into the diner.
"Hey dreamy, are you finished or are you gonna sit there for a little while more?" She giggled. Connor paid the waiter and went outside to meet her. He kissed her mouth softly and took her hand leading her back to campus.