Post by Emcee on May 15, 2005 3:50:51 GMT -5
Okay, I've finished 1x13 and it will go up on Wednesday. For now, some more short fic to tide you over.
Title: Marks
Characters: Connor, Angel
Word Count: 350
Rating: PG
Synopsis: Angel discovers something Connor acquired while he was away.
Author's Note: This is post-NFA. While it's completely independant of TNP canon, there was originally a subtextual mention to it ("Connor girlfriend" designed the tattoo. However, that was cut out).
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Angel walked into the training room. He paused when he saw Connor working away at the punching bag. He admired the boy's calculated movements against the inanimate opponent.
"I know you're there," Connor growled softly, not looking away from the punching bag.
"I'm sure you do," Angel replied. He kept watching Connor. "I was planning on doing that myself, but if you're working out, I can come back later."
With one last punch, Connor abandoned the bag. "No. It's all right. I'm done." He took a deep breath and pulled off his sweat-soaked t-shirt.
Angel scowled as Connor turned his back to him to pick up a towel. His son's right shoulder was decorated with black ink. It was a majestic bird. "When the hell did you get a tattoo?" His voice rose in a slightly high-pitched parental tone.
Connor wiped his sweaty face with the towel before turning to Angel. "A few months ago. In school."
Angel shook his head, dumbfounded. "Why would you get a tattoo?"
"Because I wanted one," Connor replied. "And because when they're in school, kids do stuff like get tattoos." He furrowed his brow. "And why are you lecturing me? You have a tattoo."
"But that's--" Angel searched for a reasonable excuse. He snapped his fingers when he finally came upon something, pointing a finger at Connor. "I also slaughtered half of Europe. Are you planning on doing that too?"
Connor nodded slowly. "Yeah... You know, since I came back you haven't gotten any better at parental talks." He turned his back to Angel again.
Angel took a step closer, examining the tattoo on his son's back. A tiny smile appeared. "So... Why did you get that?" He hoped against hope Connor replied that it was because his own tattoo was of a bird.
Connor looked down, shifting uncomfortably as he turned to face Angel again. "Because sometimes I feel like I'm one too."
Angel frowned, confused. "You feel like a bird?"
Connor shook his head. "It's not a bird." He looked up again, meeting Angel's eyes. "It's a phoenix."
Title: Marks
Characters: Connor, Angel
Word Count: 350
Rating: PG
Synopsis: Angel discovers something Connor acquired while he was away.
Author's Note: This is post-NFA. While it's completely independant of TNP canon, there was originally a subtextual mention to it ("Connor girlfriend" designed the tattoo. However, that was cut out).
****
Angel walked into the training room. He paused when he saw Connor working away at the punching bag. He admired the boy's calculated movements against the inanimate opponent.
"I know you're there," Connor growled softly, not looking away from the punching bag.
"I'm sure you do," Angel replied. He kept watching Connor. "I was planning on doing that myself, but if you're working out, I can come back later."
With one last punch, Connor abandoned the bag. "No. It's all right. I'm done." He took a deep breath and pulled off his sweat-soaked t-shirt.
Angel scowled as Connor turned his back to him to pick up a towel. His son's right shoulder was decorated with black ink. It was a majestic bird. "When the hell did you get a tattoo?" His voice rose in a slightly high-pitched parental tone.
Connor wiped his sweaty face with the towel before turning to Angel. "A few months ago. In school."
Angel shook his head, dumbfounded. "Why would you get a tattoo?"
"Because I wanted one," Connor replied. "And because when they're in school, kids do stuff like get tattoos." He furrowed his brow. "And why are you lecturing me? You have a tattoo."
"But that's--" Angel searched for a reasonable excuse. He snapped his fingers when he finally came upon something, pointing a finger at Connor. "I also slaughtered half of Europe. Are you planning on doing that too?"
Connor nodded slowly. "Yeah... You know, since I came back you haven't gotten any better at parental talks." He turned his back to Angel again.
Angel took a step closer, examining the tattoo on his son's back. A tiny smile appeared. "So... Why did you get that?" He hoped against hope Connor replied that it was because his own tattoo was of a bird.
Connor looked down, shifting uncomfortably as he turned to face Angel again. "Because sometimes I feel like I'm one too."
Angel frowned, confused. "You feel like a bird?"
Connor shook his head. "It's not a bird." He looked up again, meeting Angel's eyes. "It's a phoenix."
