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Connor 8/? 
14th-Jan-2009 02:20 pm

Title: Connor - Part One
Series: 3rd in Chlonnor series
Pairing: chlonnor, mentioned chlangelus, some fred/gunn, implied chlark
Fandoms: Smallville/Angel
Rating: T-M
Disclaimer: Don't own Smallville nor Angel.
Summary:When Connor returns, now grown up, things become even more chaotic in Chloe's life. As if Wolfram and Hart weren't bad enough. NOW she has to deal with an attraction for her sire's son?


“Here you go, darling.” Lorne smiled as he passed the plate filled with delicious looking sliced turkey to an eager Fred.

“Oh, thank you!” Fred grinned, receiving it, being careful not to brush against the lit candles on the beautifully decorated table.

It was their first Thanksgiving dinner together as a family, and everyone had gone out of their way to make it extra special.

“You gunna eat all that?” Gunn asked, a teasing smile on his face as his girlfriend eyed the meat ravenously.

“Till I’m fat and happy!” Fred giggled, placing generous helpings onto her already loaded plate.

Honestly, where did that skinny girl PUT all of her food once it was swallowed?

“Hmmm, these look good too!” Lorne announced, picking up a bowl of stuffed potatoes.

“How about the stuffing?” Cordelia asked, looking proud. “Chloe showed me how to do it and I don’t think it came out bad at all!”

“What are those?” Connor asked his side sitting at Angel’s left, pointing towards one of the plates of food.

“Sweet potato.” Chloe responded from where she sat at Angel’s right, passing the younger man the plate. “They’re great, here, try some.”

Connor smiled at Chloe and took the dish, though he continued to look at the things inside with a face. “Are they good?”

“Of course! I made them!” Chloe laughed, trying to look mock-outraged but only seemed to look cuter than she usually was.

Connor grinned at her before placing a helping of the food on his plate.

“Back in Pylea they used to call me ‘sweet potato'.” Lorne shared as Connor passed him the plate.

Connor raised an eyebrow at that. “Really?”

“Yeah.” Lorne nodded before admitting. “Well, the exact translation was ‘fragrant tuber’, but---.”

Everyone laughed and Lorne just grinned.

Chloe sat radiant, it seemed as if the light was focusing mostly on her, sparkling around her as she grinned and laughed and talked to everyone, telling them the secrets of her family recipes and recounting her disastrous first attempts at cooking as a child.

Suddenly she turned to Angel, that smile he loved still curving her lips before she paused, looking worried. “You’re not hungry?”

“I’m starving actually.” He smiled, feeling better by just watching her. “I just—wanna freeze this moment. You---Connor---all of us.” He smiled at his family at they smiled back at him. “We’re all safe and happy, and together.” He paused. “Considering what we went through over the summer.”

Then out of the shadows, on the opposite side of the table, Wesley sat forwards from the shadows he’d been in and raised his goblet, a smile on his face. “To family.”

Angel’s smile grew as he saw Wes and raised his goblet as well. “To family.” Everyone raised their goblets and toasted before returning to their own conversations.

Chloe turned her attention back to Angel and smirked at him. “You can’t toast with an empty goblet.” She reached forwards and picked up a jug of cold water, filling his empty one, taking care of him as she always did.

“It’s not bad luck, is it?” Angel asked, half-worried.

“Angel, relax.” Chloe chided, that tender smile still in place. “It’s over. Things are back to the way they should be, and nothing is ever gonna break us apart again.”

Connor smiled as he watched them.

“And if anything tries,” Chloe leaned towards him. “We’ll fight it off togetherand we’ll kick its ass.”

Angel grinned as he leaned towards her, their faces oh-so-close, his gaze lowering to her lips before rising to meet her gaze once more. “I love it when you talk like that.”

Her grin turned seductive. “You love a lot of things about me.”

“Yes,” he whispered as he closed his eyes and leaned even further, about to press his lips to hers. “I do.”

Chloe’s eyes slowly as he drew closer.

“Do I have to watch this part?” Connor asked in mock-horror as he covered his eyes teasingly.

Angel and Chloe turned and looked at him before Angel laughed and reached over to mess his son’s hair affectionately. “I could just poke your eyes out!”

“Come on dad!” Connor laughed, trying to fix his hair again. “It’ll stick up like yours!”

“You should be so lucky!” Angel laughed right back, happier than he’d ever been in his life. “Let’s eat.”

“Already way ahead of you!” Fred announced between bits of the turkey.

Everyone other than Fred (who was already chowing down) began to hurriedly pass the food around, and no matter how hard Angel tried, he couldn’t get a plate. He tried asking but no one seemed to hear him, not even Chloe.

“Can I---Can I--?”

But no one was listening, everyone talking to each other, ignoring him.

The hunger grew in his stomach as everyone complimented Chloe and Cordelia on the cooking, saying how wonderful it tasted---his pain grew worse.

Out of desperation he jerked a plate out of Connor’s hand, but once it was in his grip the food disappeared right before his very eyes. A feeling of dread mixed with his hunger. “Chloe? What---?” He turned to Chloe but she wasn’t there anymore, and the glass she’d filled for him fell to the ground, breaking into millions of pieces.

Suddenly the room was dark, water was rising to his knees, and he was tied to the chair, hungry and lonely and desperate.

Sensing movement to his left he noticed that Connor was still there with him, and yet this Connor was sneering at him with disgust. “Freeze the moment dad. It’ll last you a lifetime.”

‘ANGEL! WHERE ARE YOU?’ Chloe’s desperate sob reached his ears.

And then Connor was gone, and Angel was dragged out of his latest hallucinationtrapped, hungry, weak, tortured, and all alone at the bottom of the sea.

He sensed movement, noticed something hovering over the glass peephole of his coffin, and for a minute it seemed like someone in a diving suit---but he closed his eyes and ignored it, refusing to give into another hallucination and false hope.


“Why didn’t you tell us?” Chloe asked, glaring at Cordelia, Gunn and Fred. The last couple of days she’d been edgy, nearly violent, had needed to feed on Connor every other day just to keep herself in control of the demon she was, and it was all because of those nightmares. Those dreams of Angel---that voice. “If you had a lead as to whom might know where Angel is, how could you have kept it from Connor and I?”

She knew she’d snarled, and that her fangs were showing with her anger, and that she was worrying them, but Chloe didn’t care. How could they have betrayed her like this?

She was still trying to get over Lorne’s betrayal. These last three and a half months they’d been trying to get into contact with the future-seeing empathy demon for his help but he couldn’t be bothered to talk to them, ad the few times he did he’d had to go in minutes to some show he was doing in Las Vegas.

So far, the only one in this team who hadn’t betrayed her was Connor.

“We wanted to be sure.” Fred’s voice was pleading for understanding.

“We don’t know if this Marissa girl saw anything.” Gunn added, talking about the vampire they’d been trying to track down—the vampire who might know what happened to Angel. Apparently his car had disappeared in her hunting grounds, so if anyone would know—it would be her.

“But she could have.” Connor announced from where he leaned against the door, tense.

“Maybe.” Gunn nodded. “We’re going to talk to her and find out what she knows.”

“I wanted to tell you two from the very beginning.” Cordelia offered, ignoring the glares Gunn and Fred sent her at that confession.

“I’m coming with you.” Connor announced, ignoring Cordelia’s words, dark gaze on Gunn.

“No, it’s only one vamp.” Gunn shook his head.

“The hell you’re going to keep us out of this!” Chloe snapped. “Connor and I are coming along, and if you have a problem with that screw you! Angel is my sire! I need to do this!”

“She has a point, Charles.” Fred said, smiling sadly at Chloe. “We’ll all go together. Let’s get our weapons.”

Connor stormed out of the room and Chloe followed, understanding why he was so pissed. She went to the weapon’s closet and pulled out her sais and a couple of stakes as well, readying herself.

They made it to this Marissa’s hideout and at first they’d thought that she was out, but Connor had been able to hear the faint sound of music through hidden earphones and thanks to that they’d been able to flush the hiding vamp out. Connor had shone in his ferocity as he fought the older, female vamp and finally pushed her against a pillar, his sword against her throat.

While at first Marissa had denied knowing anything, the terrified looking vampire had finally admitting to having seen Angel the night he’d disappeared, had described him easily ‘tall, handsome, funny looking hair’. She’d asked why they were so interested in knowing about this and Connor had backed down, letting his guard down, saying that it was his father.

And the bitch had taken advantage of his guard being down by knocking Gunn into Fred and somehow rendering them both unconscious from the severity of the blow and throwing herself out of the window.

And to her horror, Chloe had had to watch as Connor raced after the vampire and threw himself out of the now broken window as well.

“Connor!” She rushed to the window and looked down below, thanking all holy that there wasn’t a mangled body laying there. “I have to--.”

“No!” Cordelia stopped her, hands up. “Chloe, stay here, I’ll go after him.”

“What?” Chloe gasped. “But Connor---!”

“We don’t know how many other vampires live here Chloe!” Cordelia snapped, pointing to Gunn and Fred, who were out cold. “I can’t protect them if another comes while you’re gone! I haven’t been useful since the powers refuse to give me any visions now that their champion is gone—let me help Connor now!”

Chloe looked out of the window, wanting to help Connor, but she sighed and nodded. “Go. They’re heading towards the building next door.”

Cordelia smiled at her and then rushed down the stairs, stake in hand.


Faster than she’d ever ran before, Cordelia hurried up the stairs of the next building, but stopped at the top. She paused, opening the door to the roof soundlessly and watched as the vampire, who’d just managed to climb up the side of the building using the drainage pipe stopped in her tracks when she saw Connor in the middle of the room, waiting for her, arms folded over his chest, eyes dangerous.

Cordelia kept her presence hidden, wondering how Connor would handle this. Obviously he had the vampire where he wanted it, and the brunette decided that she’d only interfere if he needed her help.

Which really wasn’t likely to happen.

“What did you see?” Connor asked, voice deeper and rougher as he slowly advanced on her, arms still folded.

“Look, whatever I saw, whatever I didn’t see doesn’t matter, okay?” Desperation was deep in the vampire’s voice as she suddenly shifted her face back to human, trying to smile coyly at him. “Come on handsome.” She stalked seductively towards him. “It’ll be our little secret.”

The disgust in Connor’s eyes darkened and in a movement too fast for Cordelia to see, he’d pulled out a stake from his pants pocket and shoved it into the vampire’s heart.

Cordelia’s eyes widened, before she paused and looked down at the steps and silently went down a couple before taking in a deep breath and hurrying back up the last steps loudly and shoving through the door and out into the rooftop. “Connor!” She gasped, breathing in deeply through her mouth. “What happened? Where’s the vampire?”

Connor’s shirt was now torn when it hadn’t been seconds ago, and there was blood dripping from his hand---the stake half hidden behind him though she noticed the drop of blood that fell from its tip to the ground. “She attacked me. I—I had no choice.”

“She was the last and only lead we had to finding Angel.” She announced slowly before smiling weakly at him. “That’s okay, you did your best.” Cordelia placed a hand on his shoulder and examined his arm. “She got you good, huh?”

He smiled weakly back at her, unable to meet her eyes.

The elder woman waited for a second before motioning with her chin towards the stairs. “Let’s go. Gunn and Fred are out cold and Chloe’s left to take care of them.”

Connor nodded and started walking towards the stairs.

Cordelia hesitated a moment, watching him from behind, before shaking her head and hurrying to catch up with him.


The minute they’d reached the Hyperion Chloe had holed herself in her room and wouldn’t let anyone in. She knew it was stupid to be angry at Connor---he’d only been defending himself---but that had been their only lead to finding Angel! Ever since the vampire’s disappearance Cordelia’s visions had stopped coming---there wasn’t even a hint of a vision anymore, and Lorne just wouldn’t answer her calls!

Frustrated, Chloe pulled out her cellular and dialed the number in Las Vegas one last time. He has to help—he HAS to!

“What is it?” A deep, un-Lorne-like voice asked roughly.

Chloe sighed. It was Dino, Lorne’s bodyguard and manager. “Hi Dino, it’s me, Chloe, again. Look, I know he’s busy, but I’m going to continue calling and harassing until you let me speak to him.”

Dino growled. “Two minutes!” But he didn’t seem to be talking to her.

Bonsoir!” Lorne’s cheerful voice called out.

It just irritated Chloe. “Lorne, it’s Chloe. I’ve been trying to get a hold of you.”

“Oh, I’m sorry hon!” Lorne announced. “I’ve been booked out the ‘wa’ and past the ‘zoo’. If I get any hotter they’ll have to stamp me out.”

Who cared? “I know you’re busy but we really need your help with finding Angel. We had a lead but it died. Did you talk to your connections? Have they heard anything about Angel?”

“Nope, not a peep.” He sounded sorry. “But if by miracle I hear anything I’ll throw up a smoke signal. Oh-oh that’s my cue! Take care of yourself and make sure Fluffy’s getting enough love!”

“Fluffy? Wait! Who’s---?”

And then he hung up.

Chloe looked down at her cellular and then threw it as far away from her as possible before slumping in the bed, crying. She didn’t know how long she was crying before she fell asleep, but she did know that she’d fallen asleep because a commotion downstairs woke her up.

Unlocking her door, Chloe ventured outside and down the stairs, noticing that the sound was coming from Angel’s office---the part that wasn’t visible through the glass.

HOW COULD YOU DO THAT?” Fred’s voice screamed, sadness and anger etched into every word.

Connor’s cry of pain echoed throughout the room.

Chloe’s eyes widened and she hurried to the door, throwing it open in time to see Gunn pull Fred away from Connor---whom she’d tazered. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She screamed at the brunette, getting in between the couple and Connor---who was tied down to a chair. “Get away from him!”

“Chloe---.” Gunn tried.

“Shut the fuck up!” She snarled, emotions violent and confused before she turned to Connor, bending to her knees to try and work at the knots in the cords that bound him. “It’s okay Connor, I--.”

He is the one who hurt Angel.” Fred’s voice had lost all anger and was now filled with sadness.

Chloe’s hands—her whole body—froze as she kept her gaze on the knots. “You’re lying.”

“She’s not, Chlo.” Gunn whispered. “After Cordelia went out we got a call from Wesley. He found Angel---he’s bringing him back here as we speak, and Angel told him everything. Chloe, Connor tricked Angel, loaded him into a coffin and dropped him into the sea.”

Chloe’s eyes widened and she collapsed to her knees, nightmares of fishes and loneliness and hunger flashing before her eyes. “No.”

“He’s been down there, all alone all these months.” Fred was openly sobbing in Gunn’s arms.

“Is it true?” Chloe asked, head bent, voice thick with suppressed sobs.

“Chloe---.” Connor began in a pleading tone.

Is it TRUE?” The blonde snapped, refusing to look at him. “Tell me it’s not true! Tell me they’re lying! That they’re possessed! Tell me you don’t know what they’re talking about! TELL ME IT’S NOT TRUE! TELL ME YOU WOULDN’T HURT ANGEL THAT WAY!

And suddenly Connor was cold as ice. “He got what he deserved.”

In a flash Chloe had stood and her hand acted on its own accord, meeting the flesh of his cheek so hard the sound caused her to wince. “How much longer until we got what we deserved?”

And just as quickly as the cold anger had appeared on his face, it’d drained away, replaced by surprise and fear. “No! Chloe! I wouldn’t have---!”

The sound of the front door opening interrupted whatever lie he would have told her, and with a last glance in his direction Chloe rushed out with the others, freezing when they saw a haggard-looking Wesley bringing in an Angel they couldn’t recognize.

“I heard you’ve been searching for this.” Wesley announced, standing there, looking a little awkwardly at them.

Chloe gasped in horror as she saw the condition her sire was in. He was paler than even a vampire should be, his skin had cracks in it, he didn’t look lucid, and was leaning heavily on Wesley, unable to move on his own.

Angel.” Fred whispered, hurrying towards them as Gunn did the same thing, helping Wesley move Angel to the sofa.

“Is he going to be alright?” Gunn asked, lowering Angel to the sofa, watching as the vampire collapsed against it as if he didn’t have any bones in his body.

“In time, maybe.” Wesley answered, turning, moving towards the door.

“What do we do?” Fred asked, before turning to Wesley, eyes wide. “Where are you going?”

“I’m done here.” Wesley announced as he stood by the door, ready to leave.

Chloe’s eyes went to the bandage on his arm---the bloody bandage---and then went to Angel.

“Why did it take you so long to tell us about Connor?” Gunn accused angrily.

“You knew what he could do to us.” Fred whispered.

“You’re human.” Wesley shook his head at that. “He wouldn’t have hurt you.” He sent a look in Chloe’s direction that she didn’t quite understand, but it shouldn’t be surprising since she was still reeling from shock. “I thought you were all safer not knowing.”

“We were safer?” Fred sneered. “You really don’t care anymore, do you?”

“Shut up Fred.” Chloe hissed, causing everyone to turn to look at her in surprise, Fred with hurt. “If he didn’t care he wouldn’t have searched for Angel, he wouldn’t have brought him back to us and he definitely wouldn’t have fed him his own blood! So just shut the fuck up!”

Fred’s eyes went wide as both her and Gunn looked at Wesley, only now noticing the bloody bandage.

Wesley smiled slightly at Chloe. “He’ll need more blood.” And with that he left.

Chloe ignored Gunn and Fred and went to sit on the floor in front of her sire, looking him in the face. “Angel.” She reached tentatively and brushed his hair with her fingers, unable to believe he was there.

Angel’s eyes, vacant as could be, turned on her. “Chloe.”

Tears escaped as she made a sound that was a mixture of a sob and a chuckle. “You recognize me, that’s good.”


Unbuttoning her shirt, Chloe continued to studiously ignore the others in the room as she took it off and leaned against the sofa, gently taking Angel’s face and pressing it to the curve of her neck. “Drink, Angel. Drink.”

Chloe…” He whispered against her skin before she felt his face shifting and his fangs pierced her.

Wincing slightly at the sensation, Chloe closed her eyes, continuing to caress his hair as he drank from her.

The sound of rattling in Angel’s office caused Fred and Gunn to share nervous glances. “Connor.” Both hurried towards the room, and when the door closed behind them there was the sound of scuffling and Fred crying out.

Chloe gasped as Angel retracted his fangs from her skin and was suddenly to his feet, staggering to the door, standing in the way as Connor turned to escape.

The blonde hurried to Angel’s side, looking down at her feet, unable to look at the young man who’d hurt her so horribly tonight.

Sit…down.” Angel growled at his son.

For a moment there was silence, and then… “You’re too weak to take me.”

“You really think that?” Angel’s voice was deep with anger.

Another moment lapse in silence before there was the sound of a chair being righted and Connor sitting angrily on it.

Chloe looked up at Angel in surprise when she felt his arm go around her and pull her to him, but when she felt him leaning much of his weight on her she understood what he was doing. He was extremely weak but didn’t want to show Connor that.

She risked a look in Connor’s direction and was surprised at the anger and fury in those eyes as he watched them.

“So, how was your summer?” Angel asked, the question surprising everyone but Connor, who was wary, waiting. “Mine was fun. I saw some fish, went mad with hunger, hallucinated a whole bunch.”

“You deserve worse.” Connor sneered.

Chloe felt her heart hurting her so badly. How could Connor say that?

“Because I killed Holtz?” Angel asked.

Chloe’s eyes widened in horror as she looked up at her sire.


“Except, I didn’t.” Angel kept his cold gaze on his son. “I tried telling you that while you were busy off-shoredumping me, but I didn’t know the whole score until Wesley filled me in. Holtz killed himself. Actually, he had your ol’ buddy Justine do it. With an ice-pick. Just to make you hate me.”

Shock and horror crossed those baby blue eyes before Connor pushed back those feelings, shaking his head in denial. “No. No. You’re lying. You forced my father to write that absurd letter and then you killed him! He was going to leave peacefully but you still murdered him! You took revenge on a weak, helpless old man who couldn’t defend himself against you!” Connor’s voice cracked from the tears he was obviously keep at bay. “He couldn’t defend himself.” The young man lowered his head, looking the picture of defeat and sadness. “You deserved what happened to you!”

Sadness filled Chloe’s soul as she finally understood the whole situation, and despite everything, she realized she couldn’t hate Connor for what he’d done.

“What I deserve is open for debate.” Angel continued to speak with that emotionless expression on his face. “But understand that there’s a difference between wishing revenge on someone, and taking it. I didn’t kill Holtz. I wanted to, I went to see him with those intentions, but I didn’t kill him because I knew that you loved him and I didn’t want to hurt you. Whether you admit it or not, whether it disgusts you or not, you are my son and I wouldn’tever want to hurt you.” Angel sighed, seeming so tired. “I didn’t kill Holtz.”

Connor seemed to have gone in shock, looking down at the ground, eyes wide, tears falling to the ground as realization hit him. Emotions were visible in ever feature of his face, disbelief, shock, hurt, betrayal, understanding.

Chloe wanted to reach out and touch him, to comfort him, but she stayed by Angel’s side.

“Get up.” Angel waited until Connor had obeyed to continue. “What you did to me was unbelievable, Connor—but then again I got stuck in a hell dimension by my girlfriend one time for a hundred years so a few months under the ocean actually gave me perspective. Kind of a M.C. Escher perspective.”

Gunn and Fred exchanged confused looks.

“But I did get time to think…about us…about the world.” He paused. “Nothing in the world is how it ought to be. It’s harsh and cruel, but that’s why there’s us. Champions. It doesn’t matter where we’ve come from or what we’ve suffered, or even if we make a difference, we live as thought the world is as it should be to show it what itcan be.”

Connor couldn’t look Angel in the eyes, his gaze downcast, shame visible in his face.

Angel continued. “You’re not a part of that yet. I hope you will be.” He rested heavier on Chloe. “I love you Connor.” He paused. “Now get out of my house.”

Connor’s teary gaze lifted and met Chloe’s for a second before he brushed past them and out of the office, out of the hotel, out of their lives.

Chloe closed her eyes and felt a hot tear gliding down her cheek.

Angel leaned even heavier on Chloe. “I need to lay down.”

Gunn took the vampire from Chloe and helped him up to his room, leaving both females standing awkwardly together.

“He needs blood.” Chloe spoke, eyes still closed. “Call Cordelia and let her know what happened, I’m going to spend the night with Angel. He needs a lot of blood but in small, regular doses or he’ll get sick.”

“O-okay.” Fred whispered.

Taking in a deep breath, Chloe turned and followed after Gunn and Angel.


For the first time since moving into the Hyperion, Chloe spent the night in Angel’s room. He was still weak and hungry and suffering from hallucinations during the night, and he’d cling to her even while sleeping as if afraid that the moment he let go she’d disappear.

Heartbroken over the whole situation, Chloe didn’t sleep all night, tending to her sire and worrying about Connor. Both Angel and his son were victims of Holtz and Justine, and if Wesley hadn’t killed the redhead after getting her help to find Angel, Chloe would hunt her down and kill her herself, soul or no soul.

“Shhh, don’t worry Angel, I’m here.” Chloe whispered, from where she laid half under the larger, heavier male. His grip around her waist was bruising, his face was pressed against her neck, and the way he slept half above her left her feeling slightly suffocated.

No---don’t leave---.” Angel whimpered in his sleep before suddenly his face had shifted and his fangs were buried deep inside her as he drank slowly, leisurely.

It’d been like this all night, but despite the fact that her neck was getting very sore from the constant abuse she didn’t complain and merely let him continue to feed until he stopped drawing blood, yet his fangs remained inside her, as if making sure she didn’t move away from him.

Chloe closed her eyes tightly. That was something Angelus would do while they were having sex.

Don’t think of these things at a time like this!

Relaxing, Chloe closed her eyes. With Angel’s fangs still buried in her neck she wouldn’t be able to move her head without tearing the skin so she just as well try and sleep.

I wonder where Connor is sleeping tonight.

Somehow, somehow she was going to make things right between father and son---right after she tortured and killed Justine.



14th-Jan-2009 08:19 pm (UTC)
love this serie. really gd cant w8 2 c wat happens to justine.

Let the bitch die!

14th-Jan-2009 08:26 pm (UTC)
Honestly, out of all of the many badguys in Angel, I must say I hated Justine the most. Even more than Holtz or the Senior Partners---Justine was always the top of my list! I mean, I feel sorry for her because I know that she got fucked up with what happened to her sister, but Angel had nothing to do with it neither Connor, but she went personally for them, and ergh! Lemme stop ranting! :D
14th-Jan-2009 08:49 pm (UTC)
Yay, Angel's back!!! I can't wait to see what scheme Chloe comes up with to reunite father and son and what will happen when Angel realizes Chloe and Connor have feelings for each other. Maybe he can get together with Cordelia like he should have on the show (stupid show making her have sex with Connor, have a demon child, fall into a coma and die)
14th-Jan-2009 09:02 pm (UTC)
It's going to be a big shock to poor Angel when he finds out about the feelings between his childe and, er, child. lol
I'm not exactly sure what to do with him, since I'm considering Groo back into the story, all I know is that he is NOT ending up with the werewolf chick (unless I can't think of another thing to do with him), but I didn't like her at ALL, i would have prefered him with BUFFY to that girl, and I din't very much like Buffy either.
14th-Jan-2009 09:34 pm (UTC)
wow . loved how westly saved angel. loved it all . PPMS
14th-Jan-2009 09:35 pm (UTC)
yep! Wesley's my hero! *hugs him tightly still he turns blue and tries desperately to get free---at which time I just hug him tighter*
15th-Jan-2009 08:15 pm (UTC)
Poor Connor!

Loved Chloe's instinctive defense of Connor at the beginning. I really hope Chloe ends up with him and not Angel.

I think it would be very difficult for Chloe and Angel to have a healthy relationship, what with him being her sire, her killer and being dependent on him for survival. I think she and Connor would have a much more equal relationship.

Please please more!!
15th-Jan-2009 08:38 pm (UTC)
Yeah, I kinda felt bad for Connor too but he had it coming to him. This is a chlonnor story so don't worry!
2nd-Jan-2010 01:08 am (UTC)
That was awesome. Interesting last bit at the ending. Seriously? She's going to torture and kill Justine... Some how I'm not surprised. I find it interesting that Angel does in fact love Chloe.
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