Author's Notes: Hey everyone! This is just a little Angel story that up and occurred to me overnight (literally), I wonder why so many of them occur at night? Am I that vampire brainsoaked? Yes, I know that's not a word. So, anyway, I decided to write it!
Spoilers: There are some spoilers I suppose, but not many really. You need to know about Connor. If you didn't, then pretend you didn't just read that and back away now.
Story Notes: This is short, bittersweet, and hopefully finished. ;) I never can quite tell if I'll finish something or not. There's no pairings. A third person limited Connor POV, reflective, any time during season four/five.
Summary: Double drabble (200 words).
Feedback: Yes! Feed the author, please! Critique/Comments/Enjoyment is greatly appreciated, honestly, just drop me a line!
Distribution: My site, BFW. Everyone else has to ask, all you have to do is click the above link and tell me you want it, I guarantee I'll say yes, you just have to ask first!
Warnings: Sex/Language/Violence: none of the above.
Pairing: None
Rating: PG
Date Started/Finished: October 3rd, 2005
By Delenn
Growing up, Connor had often wondered about his mother. Imagined what she'd been like.
When he finally got up the courage to ask his father – Holtz – the stories he'd heard had been enough to stop his curiosity cold.
Later, once Holtz was gone and he'd found Angel, he began to wonder, silently, again. The questions brewed up inside him until Connor couldn't help but ask – horror stories or no.
"Tell me about her – Darla – my mother."
At the question, Angel closed his mouth and turned away.
The next night, he was woken by a presence in his room. Before Connor could react, his father's voice spoke; "Darla and I did terrible things together… Darla loved you… more than was possible."
Connor knew the story o his birth and her sacrifice from the others, so he waited for some piece of enlightening information. But Angel was silent for a long moment, until it seemed that he wasn't going to continue. Then he rose and headed toward the door, "Sometimes… I wish she was here… to see you – that she'd seen you…"
Without a glance back, Angel left Connor to puzzle this new note of melancholy into the picture of his mother.