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Secrets Exposed: Creator of Lies

Chapter 14

Angel walked into the dorm still unsure that approaching Connor was the best course of action. However, as much as he knew that staying in the shadows would be the best option, he just couldn’t imagine being this close and unable to talk to him. He just hoped Connor would be happy to see him.

As Angel walked up the stairs heading to the third floor that housed his son, he stopped, suddenly, all of his senses on full alert. He walked out of the stairwell and followed the scent to room 214. It had been a while, but it smelled of Buffy. Now he knew he was going crazy. It was as if he sensed her everywhere these days, even though he knew she was in Rome.

Angel backed away from the door and made his way up to the third floor. He stopped and hesitated outside room 316, still unsure. He heard Connor talking to someone, though as he could only hear Connor, he figured he must be on the phone. Angel raised his hand, considering once again the possible negative repercussions for Connor that this meeting could have. He didn't want to get in the way of the normal life Connor had carved out for himself. But wasn't that exactly why he was here? To find out if he truly was living a normal life? Angel finally made up his mind and knocked.

He heard Connor hang up the phone and anxiously waited for him to answer. When Connor opened the door his face froze in a look of shock. Now Angel was wishing he had gone with that whole skulking option.

“Da- Angel, what are you doing here?”

“Uh, just came to see you, had some business in the area. Thought I’d stop by.” Angel looked down at Connor’s unbuttoned shirt, one he had sent to him. But it wasn’t the shirt that took him by surprise, it was the necklace he wore around his neck. “You’re wearing the necklace.”

“Yeah, well, the ladies seem to like it.” Connor looked away from Angel, seemingly brushing off the significance that wearing the necklace held.

“I do remember it having that effect."

As Angel was finishing this statement, the phone by Connor’s bed rang. Connor moved to answer it, leaving Angel standing in the hall.

“Hey sweetheart, what’s up?” Connor looked over at Angel and nodded at him in an apparent invitation to come into the room.

Angel looked back at him uncomfortably. “I need an invite,” he whispered.

“Hey, sweetie, can you hold on a sec?”

“What'd you say?”

“Uh…” Angel looked down at the floor. “I need you to invite me in, vampire remember?”

“Oh shit, sorry, come in.” Connor turned his attention back to the phone as Angel stood just inside the doorway unsure as to where to go, now that he had his precious invite.

“Hey that’s great,” Connor said back into the phone. “No, it's not a problem. Believe it or not my Dad’s here.” Angel’s attention snapped back to Connor who looked a bit abashed over having heard him refer to Angel in this way.

“No, my real one….yeah, it’s cool. I really wanted you to get the chance to meet him and now with your sister in town she can meet him as well. Maybe it will make her like me better knowing I have actual familial ties.” Angel listened as Connor chuckled softly at her response. “Yeah, well that’s what you say…OK, well we’re gonna need to get going if we expect to actually be able to meet you there by eight. I love you too.” Connor hung up the phone and looked back over at Angel.

“I probably should have asked you first. I totally understand if you have something else you need to do, like business or something.”

“Was that you’re girlfriend?”

“Yes, we’ve been together for a little over three months. She’s really great. Anyway, she and I were supposed to get together for dinner tonight, but it turns out her sister dropped in unexpectedly too, and she decided to bring her along. So that got me thinking that you might like to come along too.”

Angel was still trying to get a handle on the fact that Connor had a girlfriend and was in love. “So, she goes to school here. Wait… she’s not like one of your teachers or something is she?”

“No…I’m over that phase. I’m into girls my own age now. So what do you think? Wanna come? Her sister’s really hot. You could get lucky.”

“I don’t get lucky. If you want me to go, then sure, I can always eat.”

“Food right? Because I haven’t told her that you’re a…a…”

“Vampire?”

“Yeah, I figured it might scare her off. However it’s just a theory.”

“Good theory. I do eat food, so don’t worry, I won’t embarrass you by snacking on the waitress.”

“Of course there is always the issue of your age?”

“Well I certainly don’t look 250.”

“True, but you don’t really look like you could have an 18 year old son either. I guess we can always say you look young for your age, or that you got my mother pregnant when you were like fifteen.”

“That would still make me about 8 years older than when I was sired, but whatever you think is best.”

“I guess I’ll just have to decide before we get there. I really hate lying to her but I know it’s the right thing to do. Well anyway, we better get going. I’ll tell you all about her on the way.” Connor finished buttoning up his shirt, Angel’s pendant disappearing beneath it.

"The uh, shirt looks good on you. I'm glad you like it. Cordy used to tell me…” Angel looked down at the floor, surprised he had mentioned her in Connor's presence. He and Connor hadn't ever really had the chance to talk about that aspect of his real past. And now was definitely not the time to stir up the heavy emotions that their shared love for this women in the past had caused all three of them.

"It's ok. I know we haven't talked about her, but I've wanted to tell you for a long time how sorry I am about what I did, and about my role in her death." Connor's voiced caught as he said the last, causing Angel to step forward towards his son in an impulsive move to comfort, but he quickly checked himself unsure as to how Connor would respond.

"Connor, there is nothing for you to apologize for, and I mean that. For any of it. Neither of us is to blame.. It was out of our control, including her death. But, um, if you want to talk about it, your past, we can. I'm sure you must have questions –"

"Mostly I just want to pretend that none of it happened. Is that ok with you?"

Angel continued on quickly, ignoring Connor's interruption. "You know I just wanted you to have a normal life, one I couldn't –"

"I know. And that's why I choose not to dwell on it."

"Well…OK then. As long as you're happy."

"And I am. So, what did Cordy used to say."

"Oh, just that my taste in clothes lent to the monotonous and dreary…oh and that when choosing women's clothes I have a gay man's taste…but that stays between you and me."

"No problem."

"Just tryin to lighten the mood."

"Gotta say it's definitely lightened. You know, I have been meaning to call and thank you for the stuff, and tell you that you really don't have to send me so much, especially cause it's so expensive-"

"What's the point of running a multi-million dollar evil law firm with my own discretionary account, if I can't buy my son a few things?"

It was Connor's turn to look surprised by Angel's use of the word son. An uncomfortable silence hung between them. Connor cleared his throat and turned towards his closet.

"We probably should get going. I figure we're already going to be late." The item he pulled from the closet would have made Angel's heart swell, if his heart did anything at all, that is. It was the leather jacket he had sent him, the one that matched his own. He'd felt strange sending it to him at the time, yet unsure as to why.

“Do you think I should change?” It was obvious that Connor had just realized how similarly they were dressed. Angel wouldn’t change this connection to his son for the world.

“I don’t think we have time. We should get going.”



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