Charity Fic
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southernbangel was so generous, not only is the first Acquainted with the Night series story getting finished for her, I've started a new story for her alone. Here's chapter one. It's a little rough (wanted to get it up since she was having a bad day) and I'm not sure about the title (so I'm not posting it up like usual, just putting it here.) Hope you enjoy.
Soul Desire
D M Evans
Disclaimer – So not mine. They’d probably be happier…wait no, probably not. Anyhow, they belong to Mr. Whedon.
Rating – FRT (for now)
Time Line – Post NFA
Pairing – Well if I tell you know, it’ll ruin the surprise. It won’t be too off the wall.
Feedback – Feed Me Seymour connorswhip@Yahoo.com
Summary – While abroad, Connor runs into an old friend of his father’s who must save his life…even if he doesn’t want her to.
Author’s Note – this is for SouthernBangel for her very generous contribution to the victims of Hurricane Katrina. Thanks toevil_little_dog for the beta and to esmerelda_t for all things related to Glasgow
Chapter One
Angel watched his son limping across the quad. The last two weeks seemed surreal to the vampire. Having survived the Circle of the Black Thorn’s attack still surprised him. The local Slayers had miraculously turned up with a mage who had shut the rift. Gunn hadn’t lived to see it, sadly, but Spike and Illyria had. The two of them had gone off to recover, in Vegas or so Spike said, the last Angel had seen him.
In spite of his own wounds, Angel had gone in search of his son. He had been horrified to learn that the demons had known about Connor and had gone after him. He couldn’t be prouder than when he found out that his son had saved the Reillys. Unfortunately the boy had been badly hurt in the rescue. Connor’s right leg and hip had been mauled but he still tried to make it back to Los Angeles to help his father, a move that nearly bled him dry.
Connor was healing well, if slowly. Angel suspected his son could get around better than it appeared but Connor seemed to be unnaturally attached to the fancy Lord of the Rings-styled cane he had gotten himself and was now leaning on heavily. Vail appeared to have made his son a little geeky. Angel just wished it were the books Connor liked…not that the movies were a bad thing either.
Angel tried not to look at the cane or the limp. It hurt too much to think about his son in pain. His eyes focused the clothing. Why couldn’t Connor have inherited by genes or by spell, a sense of fashion? And that hair…Angel sighed. At least the Davy Jones look was better than the Cordelia-bob Connor had let his hair grow into when no one was supervising him. Angel snorted when Connor got close enough for him to read the T-shirt that said Hi, my name is Utter. Utter Chaos. “Nice shirt.”
“At least I don’t look like I robbed Neiman Marcus.” Connor gestured to Angel’s silk shirt, grinning.
“Sorry I made you walk all the way down here…I wasn’t sure,” Angel shrugged sheepishly, “if you’d want to see me or if I should just show up at the dorm.”
“I told you when you stopped by when I was in the hospital, it was cool if you came. We’ll just tell anyone who cares that you’re my uncle.” Connor said, turning to head for one of the buildings. Angel readjusted his thoughts on the cane. Connor wasn’t faking needing it. His son was limping fairly heavily and he could see the knee boggle a time or two, the ligaments still torn and healing. “Besides I was at one of the frat houses when you called. It is the day after finals, party time.”
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to take you away from free beer.” Angel’s face screwed up. “You shouldn’t be drinking. You’re not old enough”
Connor rolled his eyes. “Yes, Dad. Stopping at two beers is probably for the best. I’m having enough trouble walking and, knowing my parents, they’ll be here bright and early to pick me up.” He glanced over at Angel, biting his bottom lip. “Sorry…I don’t know what else to call them and I don’t know how you feel…”
Angel put a hand on his son’s shoulder. “It’s okay, Connor. It’s my fault you feel that bond to them. I can handle you saying that word.”
Connor sighed. “Good. That’ll make it much less complicated.”
Angel followed him into the building and down the hall that smelled a little funky from too many kids holed up for too long. Connor unlocked the door and hobbled to his bed. The other bed in the room had a suitcase perched on it but that side of the room was otherwise bare.
Connor’s side consisted of a trashed desk with papers everywhere and a computer valiantly shoving its way free of the clutter. Books lined the shelves and the walls were covered by posters of Jessica Alba as Dark Angel , Xena and Catherine Zeta- Jones. Angel noticed the theme of dark-haired, lush breasted women with smoldering dark eyes, well except for Xena but Angel doubted Connor’s eyes ever went up that high to notice. A computer game sat on top of the TV.
“Guess it was lucky I got stuck on the ground floor.” Connor eased down onto his bed like an old man. “Move the suitcase, it’s mine. Rob is already gone. His finals finished up earlier.”
Angel didn’t comply. He went over to his son and took the cuff of the sweat pants Connor was no doubt wearing to hide the scars, not to mention for comfort compared to the harshness of denim. “Can I have a look?”
Connor laid back, nodding. “I’m fine, Dad, really.”
“You’re not fine. You nearly lost a leg,” Angel argued, easing the pant leg up. Red puckered scars went from ankle to above the knee. Angel knew they continued up Connor’s thigh and over his hip. The claws that had nearly severed calf muscles from bone had come closer than either man cared to think about to certain fleshy parts that both men were just as happy hadn’t been lost. Angel touched one of the scars lightly and the muscle under his big hand tensed involuntarily from pain. “It’s looking better.”
“At least I didn’t have to make up a lie. Mom and Dad saw what did this. Well…I guess we lied to the emergency room staff when we said it was damage from the ‘terrorist’ attack in the city.” Connor pulled his pant leg back down. He waved at Angel. “Go sit, Dad. You’re hovering and making me nervous.”
Angel backed off, glancing over at his son’s messy desk. He wished he knew what to say to Connor. The heavy stuff had been said at the hospital. Connor confirmed Angel’s suspicions that the boy knew exactly who and what he was and that he had lied about it all being like a dream like he had said in the coffee house. Angel pretty much figured that out when Connor had showed up at Wolfram and Hart to try and save him. He didn’t know what else they had to talk about. He just knew once Connor went back with the Reillys in the summer, neither of them would be comfortable with him just swinging by for a visit. “Your room’s a mess.”
“Oh, god, you are such a dad,” Connor moaned, putting his hands over his face.
Angel smirked. “I just like a neat room.”
“Well, I sort of figured you to be the fussy type,” Connor admitted as Angel went over and opened his closet. “What are you doing?” he added as Angel rooted through the closet.
“Your taste in clothing hasn’t improved.” Angel pulled out loose soft Dockers and a polo shirt. He put those over the back of the chair then gathered up all the other clothes in the closet. He sat on the bed with them and started folding them into the suitcase.
“Thanks, Dad…for the help, not the insult.” Connor rolled his eyes.
“I can pack. You should give the leg a rest,” Angel said, shaking his head. All his son had was plaids, polo shirts and T-shirts. Where was something with style? “Where did you get all this stuff?”
“Abercrombie and Fitch.”
Angel glanced up at his son trying not to comment on a t-shirt that read Sarcasm, just one more service that I offer. “You paid good money to look this bad?”
Connor bit back the retort. “You haven’t said why you’re here.”
Angel’s hands ceased their busy work. “I just wanted to see you before you went home in the summer. I know you’ll be busy with your family and didn’t want to intrude.”
“You wouldn’t have…and couldn’t have actually.” Connor shrugged. “I’m not going home for very long.”
“Why? Was it lost in the battle?” Angel asked worriedly, his body tensing. “I would have thought that place in the woods would have been safe.”
“Oh, it was. I’m taking classes abroad this summer,” Connor replied.
Angel started folding again nervously. “Are you up for that?” He could think of a hundred ways Connor wouldn’t be both mentally and physically. What in the world? Does this shirt really say, ‘I Am Not Anti-Social. I'm Just Not Real Friendly? I thought Vail was supposed to fix that!
“I’m looking forward to it. The first few field trips might be painful but you know how fast I heal. I’m surprised it’s taking this long. I think that demon’s claws had venom on them or something,” Connor grumbled, running a hand gently over his injured leg, as if contemplating his mortality.
“Field trip? What kind of class? Where are you going?” Angel smiled. Now he had a nice safe topic to talk to Connor about even though worry about his son going off on his own for the first time was rumbling around in his belly.
Connor mirrored the smile. “I’m going to Glasgow, Scotland and the class is in archaeoastronomy, which will count for a history, science or even a paranormal class.” Excitement shone in Connor’s blue eyes. “Well, for that last one I’ll have to do extra work connecting ley lines and telluric energies to the astronomy part of it, which I’ll do because I have that dual major in parapsychology.”
Angel stopped packing again, giving his son an incredulous look. “You what? I thought the point of college was to train to get a job not… go chasing phantoms.”
Connor laughed. “Do you know how ludicrous it is to have a vampire dissing on the idea of the paranormal.”
Angel’s eyes narrowed. ‘Dissing? Who taught him that word? Gunn? Cordy?’ “I’m not dismissing the paranormal. I just don’t see it as a college major.”
“Bet the Watchers would disagree. Too bad we can’t ask Wes.” Both men went silent for a moment. “It’s not my main major if that helps. And obviously you haven’t seen Ghosthunters . I could make a TV career of this. I could even show them a real live…dead vampire.” Connor smirked.
“I’m not a zoo exhibit, Connor.” Angel wrinkled his nose. “Parapsychology? Did Holtz drop you on your head a few times as a baby?” Angel got up and went to the dresser.
“Hands off the top underwear drawer, old man,” Connor warned. “Drawer two is socks. That’s safe. And I just assumed my weirdness was entirely genetic.”
Angel decided he didn’t want to know what might be hiding in the forbidden underwear drawer, hoping it was something as minor as a box of Trojans. He contented himself with the sock drawer. “Well, your mother was always a bit odd.” He grinned over his shoulder at Connor.
Connor snorted. “And you’re more than a bit odd.”
“I’m absolutely normal,” Angel assured him and Connor snorted again. “I thought you had an internship this summer.”
“Your girly handwriting didn’t help me land the job. Not surprising. I’m just a freshman after all. So, going to school abroad was my alternate plan. I wanted to do the work in Ireland. Nothing was open but Scotland could be very interesting.” Connor pulled a Celtic cross on a silver chain out from under his shirt. “Though, you might be happy I’ve developed an interest in my Celtic background…and I’m pretty sure it’s my own interest and not something Vail planted because it’s new since college.”
Angel put the socks orderly into the suitcase. “I’m very happy actually. I’d love to tell you about Ireland some day, well Irish history at any rate. I haven’t been home in over a century. I’ve been in America since the turn of the last century.”
“I think that qualifies America as home, Dad, but I know what you mean.” Connor sighed, running a hand through his baby-fine hair. “I’d like to hear about some day and about the rest of your life, the stuff Holtz wouldn’t have known about it, though…if you wanted to tell me your version of that stuff, too, that would be okay,” he added hesitantly.
Angel finished packing and sat on the bed. “I’ll tell you whatever you want to know. I want you to know the good stuff I’ve done. No one ever did tell you that, did they? We just told you I had changed and expected you to accept it. I’m sorry for that. And when you get back, you come find me and I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.”
Connor sat up on his bed, resting against the headboard so he could stretch his leg out as comfortably as he could. “I appreciate that. I have lots of questions…I’m just not ready to ask them. I need a little time and space…and not just from you. I need it from my parents, too.”
“And hence the summer abroad.”
Connor shrugged. “The internship was in San Fran so it would have been time away from them, too. Either way…besides, I think this will be good for me. I’ve never seen much of this world, no matter what’s rolling around in my head and what I think I’ve done. I’d like to see it. I’ve never had a real vacation…even if it’s a working vacation.”
“I do hope you enjoy it…even if I’m not thrilled with you being so far away all by yourself.” Angel fretted.
Connor banged his head back against the board. “Now you sound like Mom. I’ll be fine. Promise.”
Angel smiled. “Parents worry, Connor. It’s what we’re for.”
“And here I thought it was to drive me nuts.” The young man smiled. “I appreciate you packing up. You need to show up more often and clean house for me.”
“No, that’s supposed to be your role. Isn’t that why we have kids? To do the chores we don’t want to do.” Angel flashed a big goofy smile.
Connor laughed again. “Probably. You know the best part about going to Scotland is? I’m of legal drinking.”
Angel pinched the bridge of his nose. “Can vampires get brain aneurysms?” The sound of his son’s laughter bouncing around the room lifted his spirits. It was so good to know Connor could be happy. It was worth letting go a little. After all, what could happen in Glasgow? Angel scowled when his mind supplied a hundred horrible scenarios instantly.
southernbangel was so generous, not only is the first Acquainted with the Night series story getting finished for her, I've started a new story for her alone. Here's chapter one. It's a little rough (wanted to get it up since she was having a bad day) and I'm not sure about the title (so I'm not posting it up like usual, just putting it here.) Hope you enjoy.Soul Desire
D M Evans
Disclaimer – So not mine. They’d probably be happier…wait no, probably not. Anyhow, they belong to Mr. Whedon.
Rating – FRT (for now)
Time Line – Post NFA
Pairing – Well if I tell you know, it’ll ruin the surprise. It won’t be too off the wall.
Feedback – Feed Me Seymour connorswhip@Yahoo.com
Summary – While abroad, Connor runs into an old friend of his father’s who must save his life…even if he doesn’t want her to.
Author’s Note – this is for SouthernBangel for her very generous contribution to the victims of Hurricane Katrina. Thanks to
evil_little_dog for the beta and to esmerelda_t for all things related to GlasgowChapter One
Angel watched his son limping across the quad. The last two weeks seemed surreal to the vampire. Having survived the Circle of the Black Thorn’s attack still surprised him. The local Slayers had miraculously turned up with a mage who had shut the rift. Gunn hadn’t lived to see it, sadly, but Spike and Illyria had. The two of them had gone off to recover, in Vegas or so Spike said, the last Angel had seen him.
In spite of his own wounds, Angel had gone in search of his son. He had been horrified to learn that the demons had known about Connor and had gone after him. He couldn’t be prouder than when he found out that his son had saved the Reillys. Unfortunately the boy had been badly hurt in the rescue. Connor’s right leg and hip had been mauled but he still tried to make it back to Los Angeles to help his father, a move that nearly bled him dry.
Connor was healing well, if slowly. Angel suspected his son could get around better than it appeared but Connor seemed to be unnaturally attached to the fancy Lord of the Rings-styled cane he had gotten himself and was now leaning on heavily. Vail appeared to have made his son a little geeky. Angel just wished it were the books Connor liked…not that the movies were a bad thing either.
Angel tried not to look at the cane or the limp. It hurt too much to think about his son in pain. His eyes focused the clothing. Why couldn’t Connor have inherited by genes or by spell, a sense of fashion? And that hair…Angel sighed. At least the Davy Jones look was better than the Cordelia-bob Connor had let his hair grow into when no one was supervising him. Angel snorted when Connor got close enough for him to read the T-shirt that said Hi, my name is Utter. Utter Chaos. “Nice shirt.”
“At least I don’t look like I robbed Neiman Marcus.” Connor gestured to Angel’s silk shirt, grinning.
“Sorry I made you walk all the way down here…I wasn’t sure,” Angel shrugged sheepishly, “if you’d want to see me or if I should just show up at the dorm.”
“I told you when you stopped by when I was in the hospital, it was cool if you came. We’ll just tell anyone who cares that you’re my uncle.” Connor said, turning to head for one of the buildings. Angel readjusted his thoughts on the cane. Connor wasn’t faking needing it. His son was limping fairly heavily and he could see the knee boggle a time or two, the ligaments still torn and healing. “Besides I was at one of the frat houses when you called. It is the day after finals, party time.”
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to take you away from free beer.” Angel’s face screwed up. “You shouldn’t be drinking. You’re not old enough”
Connor rolled his eyes. “Yes, Dad. Stopping at two beers is probably for the best. I’m having enough trouble walking and, knowing my parents, they’ll be here bright and early to pick me up.” He glanced over at Angel, biting his bottom lip. “Sorry…I don’t know what else to call them and I don’t know how you feel…”
Angel put a hand on his son’s shoulder. “It’s okay, Connor. It’s my fault you feel that bond to them. I can handle you saying that word.”
Connor sighed. “Good. That’ll make it much less complicated.”
Angel followed him into the building and down the hall that smelled a little funky from too many kids holed up for too long. Connor unlocked the door and hobbled to his bed. The other bed in the room had a suitcase perched on it but that side of the room was otherwise bare.
Connor’s side consisted of a trashed desk with papers everywhere and a computer valiantly shoving its way free of the clutter. Books lined the shelves and the walls were covered by posters of Jessica Alba as Dark Angel , Xena and Catherine Zeta- Jones. Angel noticed the theme of dark-haired, lush breasted women with smoldering dark eyes, well except for Xena but Angel doubted Connor’s eyes ever went up that high to notice. A computer game sat on top of the TV.
“Guess it was lucky I got stuck on the ground floor.” Connor eased down onto his bed like an old man. “Move the suitcase, it’s mine. Rob is already gone. His finals finished up earlier.”
Angel didn’t comply. He went over to his son and took the cuff of the sweat pants Connor was no doubt wearing to hide the scars, not to mention for comfort compared to the harshness of denim. “Can I have a look?”
Connor laid back, nodding. “I’m fine, Dad, really.”
“You’re not fine. You nearly lost a leg,” Angel argued, easing the pant leg up. Red puckered scars went from ankle to above the knee. Angel knew they continued up Connor’s thigh and over his hip. The claws that had nearly severed calf muscles from bone had come closer than either man cared to think about to certain fleshy parts that both men were just as happy hadn’t been lost. Angel touched one of the scars lightly and the muscle under his big hand tensed involuntarily from pain. “It’s looking better.”
“At least I didn’t have to make up a lie. Mom and Dad saw what did this. Well…I guess we lied to the emergency room staff when we said it was damage from the ‘terrorist’ attack in the city.” Connor pulled his pant leg back down. He waved at Angel. “Go sit, Dad. You’re hovering and making me nervous.”
Angel backed off, glancing over at his son’s messy desk. He wished he knew what to say to Connor. The heavy stuff had been said at the hospital. Connor confirmed Angel’s suspicions that the boy knew exactly who and what he was and that he had lied about it all being like a dream like he had said in the coffee house. Angel pretty much figured that out when Connor had showed up at Wolfram and Hart to try and save him. He didn’t know what else they had to talk about. He just knew once Connor went back with the Reillys in the summer, neither of them would be comfortable with him just swinging by for a visit. “Your room’s a mess.”
“Oh, god, you are such a dad,” Connor moaned, putting his hands over his face.
Angel smirked. “I just like a neat room.”
“Well, I sort of figured you to be the fussy type,” Connor admitted as Angel went over and opened his closet. “What are you doing?” he added as Angel rooted through the closet.
“Your taste in clothing hasn’t improved.” Angel pulled out loose soft Dockers and a polo shirt. He put those over the back of the chair then gathered up all the other clothes in the closet. He sat on the bed with them and started folding them into the suitcase.
“Thanks, Dad…for the help, not the insult.” Connor rolled his eyes.
“I can pack. You should give the leg a rest,” Angel said, shaking his head. All his son had was plaids, polo shirts and T-shirts. Where was something with style? “Where did you get all this stuff?”
“Abercrombie and Fitch.”
Angel glanced up at his son trying not to comment on a t-shirt that read Sarcasm, just one more service that I offer. “You paid good money to look this bad?”
Connor bit back the retort. “You haven’t said why you’re here.”
Angel’s hands ceased their busy work. “I just wanted to see you before you went home in the summer. I know you’ll be busy with your family and didn’t want to intrude.”
“You wouldn’t have…and couldn’t have actually.” Connor shrugged. “I’m not going home for very long.”
“Why? Was it lost in the battle?” Angel asked worriedly, his body tensing. “I would have thought that place in the woods would have been safe.”
“Oh, it was. I’m taking classes abroad this summer,” Connor replied.
Angel started folding again nervously. “Are you up for that?” He could think of a hundred ways Connor wouldn’t be both mentally and physically. What in the world? Does this shirt really say, ‘I Am Not Anti-Social. I'm Just Not Real Friendly? I thought Vail was supposed to fix that!
“I’m looking forward to it. The first few field trips might be painful but you know how fast I heal. I’m surprised it’s taking this long. I think that demon’s claws had venom on them or something,” Connor grumbled, running a hand gently over his injured leg, as if contemplating his mortality.
“Field trip? What kind of class? Where are you going?” Angel smiled. Now he had a nice safe topic to talk to Connor about even though worry about his son going off on his own for the first time was rumbling around in his belly.
Connor mirrored the smile. “I’m going to Glasgow, Scotland and the class is in archaeoastronomy, which will count for a history, science or even a paranormal class.” Excitement shone in Connor’s blue eyes. “Well, for that last one I’ll have to do extra work connecting ley lines and telluric energies to the astronomy part of it, which I’ll do because I have that dual major in parapsychology.”
Angel stopped packing again, giving his son an incredulous look. “You what? I thought the point of college was to train to get a job not… go chasing phantoms.”
Connor laughed. “Do you know how ludicrous it is to have a vampire dissing on the idea of the paranormal.”
Angel’s eyes narrowed. ‘Dissing? Who taught him that word? Gunn? Cordy?’ “I’m not dismissing the paranormal. I just don’t see it as a college major.”
“Bet the Watchers would disagree. Too bad we can’t ask Wes.” Both men went silent for a moment. “It’s not my main major if that helps. And obviously you haven’t seen Ghosthunters . I could make a TV career of this. I could even show them a real live…dead vampire.” Connor smirked.
“I’m not a zoo exhibit, Connor.” Angel wrinkled his nose. “Parapsychology? Did Holtz drop you on your head a few times as a baby?” Angel got up and went to the dresser.
“Hands off the top underwear drawer, old man,” Connor warned. “Drawer two is socks. That’s safe. And I just assumed my weirdness was entirely genetic.”
Angel decided he didn’t want to know what might be hiding in the forbidden underwear drawer, hoping it was something as minor as a box of Trojans. He contented himself with the sock drawer. “Well, your mother was always a bit odd.” He grinned over his shoulder at Connor.
Connor snorted. “And you’re more than a bit odd.”
“I’m absolutely normal,” Angel assured him and Connor snorted again. “I thought you had an internship this summer.”
“Your girly handwriting didn’t help me land the job. Not surprising. I’m just a freshman after all. So, going to school abroad was my alternate plan. I wanted to do the work in Ireland. Nothing was open but Scotland could be very interesting.” Connor pulled a Celtic cross on a silver chain out from under his shirt. “Though, you might be happy I’ve developed an interest in my Celtic background…and I’m pretty sure it’s my own interest and not something Vail planted because it’s new since college.”
Angel put the socks orderly into the suitcase. “I’m very happy actually. I’d love to tell you about Ireland some day, well Irish history at any rate. I haven’t been home in over a century. I’ve been in America since the turn of the last century.”
“I think that qualifies America as home, Dad, but I know what you mean.” Connor sighed, running a hand through his baby-fine hair. “I’d like to hear about some day and about the rest of your life, the stuff Holtz wouldn’t have known about it, though…if you wanted to tell me your version of that stuff, too, that would be okay,” he added hesitantly.
Angel finished packing and sat on the bed. “I’ll tell you whatever you want to know. I want you to know the good stuff I’ve done. No one ever did tell you that, did they? We just told you I had changed and expected you to accept it. I’m sorry for that. And when you get back, you come find me and I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.”
Connor sat up on his bed, resting against the headboard so he could stretch his leg out as comfortably as he could. “I appreciate that. I have lots of questions…I’m just not ready to ask them. I need a little time and space…and not just from you. I need it from my parents, too.”
“And hence the summer abroad.”
Connor shrugged. “The internship was in San Fran so it would have been time away from them, too. Either way…besides, I think this will be good for me. I’ve never seen much of this world, no matter what’s rolling around in my head and what I think I’ve done. I’d like to see it. I’ve never had a real vacation…even if it’s a working vacation.”
“I do hope you enjoy it…even if I’m not thrilled with you being so far away all by yourself.” Angel fretted.
Connor banged his head back against the board. “Now you sound like Mom. I’ll be fine. Promise.”
Angel smiled. “Parents worry, Connor. It’s what we’re for.”
“And here I thought it was to drive me nuts.” The young man smiled. “I appreciate you packing up. You need to show up more often and clean house for me.”
“No, that’s supposed to be your role. Isn’t that why we have kids? To do the chores we don’t want to do.” Angel flashed a big goofy smile.
Connor laughed again. “Probably. You know the best part about going to Scotland is? I’m of legal drinking.”
Angel pinched the bridge of his nose. “Can vampires get brain aneurysms?” The sound of his son’s laughter bouncing around the room lifted his spirits. It was so good to know Connor could be happy. It was worth letting go a little. After all, what could happen in Glasgow? Angel scowled when his mind supplied a hundred horrible scenarios instantly.
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Date: 2005-09-12 05:22 am (UTC)and yay!! you killed gunn!!
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Date: 2005-09-12 05:41 pm (UTC)And awww poor Gunn. I kinda liked him until they turned him borin
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Date: 2005-09-12 05:42 pm (UTC)That reminds me. I'm at work. Need to print off your and Lee's story
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Date: 2005-09-12 11:51 am (UTC)Vail appeared to have made his son a little geeky.
and also
What in the world? Does this shirt really say, ‘I Am Not Anti-Social. I'm Just Not Real Friendly? I thought Vail was supposed to fix that!
Angel is so literal. You gotta love him.
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Date: 2005-09-12 02:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-12 05:47 pm (UTC)note to self, print off Kristi's original fic so I can read it
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Date: 2005-09-12 03:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-12 05:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-12 03:35 pm (UTC)HA! This is a great start, Dana. I lovelovelove your Angel/Connor banter. I cannot wait to see where this goes! *bounces*
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Date: 2005-09-12 05:52 pm (UTC)And yes, you can just imagine prissy Angel doesn't approve of Connor's sloppy fashion sense
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Date: 2005-09-12 04:31 pm (UTC)Keep up the great work.
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Date: 2005-09-12 05:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-12 05:59 pm (UTC)Oh and here, I redid the layout and stuff, I hope you like it.
http://www.geocities.com/leatwolostsoulmates/
Hope you tag me, would love to know your opinion
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Date: 2005-12-11 02:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-11 08:05 pm (UTC)