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Angel looked at Wesley in shock. He had to have heard wrong. There was no way that he heard Wesley say it had been fifteen years. That would make Connor a teenager. It would’ve meant that he’d missed fifteen years of the boy’s life. That just wasn’t possible. “What did you just say?”
“I’m sorry, but the reality is quite clear. It may have only been two weeks in our world, but in this one, it has been fifteen years,” Wesley said.
Angel couldn’t believe it. This couldn’t be happening. His baby wasn’t a baby anymore. He was a teenager. A teenager who wouldn’t even know who he was. A teenager that was God knows where. The realization brought up anger inside of him. Anger directed at Wesley. Wesley was responsible for this. If he hadn’t taken Connor in the first place, none of this would’ve ever happened. Connor would be home asleep in his crib.
Finally, Angel couldn’t take it anymore and lunged at Wesley. He grabbed him and slammed him against the side of the car. “You bastard! This is all your fault!”
“Angel, stop!” Cordelia yelled. The last thing they needed right now was for Angel to kill Wes.
“Get your hands off me!” Wesley demanded as he angrily shoved the vampire away.
Angel moved his fist back and slammed into Wesley’s face. Wesley returned the favor, sending Angel to the ground in surprise. The punch hurt a lot more than it should’ve. “That hurt.”
“Well, mine didn’t exactly tickle,” Wesley retorted as he held his jaw in his hand. He had to admit though; it hurt a lot less than it should’ve after a vampire punching it.
“No, I mean it really hurt. More so than it should. My hand kind of hurts too, from punching you. It’s weird because I should be stronger than this,” Angel said. Yes, a punch still usually caused a fair amount of pain, but not like this. It felt like he was human again.
Cordelia went over and pulled Angel over to one of the rearview mirrors of the car. Sure enough, Angel’s features showed up in the mirror. “Oh crap, he’s reflecting.”
“Oh man, he’s not gonna turn green again, is he?” Gunn asked. The last time they were in a different dimension, Angel’s face turned into that of a monster and he was even more dangerous.
“This dimension obviously has different effects on Vampires,” Wesley said. “Maybe they are different here, or maybe Vampires just don’t exist here. If they don't, it's possible that Angel will just be humen here. We will just have to keep an eye on him and see what happens."
“Well what are we supposed to do now? Connor has been here for fifteen years. How are we supposed to find him?” Fred asked. One thing was pretty clear. This all just got so much harder. Connor could be anywhere by now.
“Yeah, and what are we supposed to say to him when we find him? ‘Hi, we’re your family from an alternate universe and we came here to rescue you?’ Something tells me that won’t work out so well,” Cordelia said.
Angel glared at Wesley and thought of attacking the man again as he was reminded of how hard this situation was going to be. Wesley caused this, and all Angel wanted to do, aside from finding his son, was kill the man.
Wesley caught the look instantly and sent his own glare right back at him. “What is it that you want me to do, Angel? You want me to say I’m sorry?”
“It’d be nice,” Angel said. He’d yet to hear the words from the man. Wesley hadn’t once said he was sorry for taking Connor.
“Fine. I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I was fooled by false prophecy. I’m sorry that I let Justine get the drop on me and take Connor. I’m sorry that my actions caused him to grow up in this world. I am not, however, sorry for my intentions. I did what I did to protect Connor. I tried to disprove the prophecy, but I couldn’t. I made a choice I hated myself for to insure your child’s safety. I don't regret that and if I thought I had to, I would do it all over again,” Wesley said. He was deeply sorry for the pain he caused all of them, but he wasn’t sorry for trying to protect Connor. Everything he did was for the safety of that child. He wouldn’t apologize for it.
Angel was quiet. He wasn’t sure what to say. He still wasn’t happy. Wesley had just said he was sorry, but that he would do it again if need be. What was he supposed to say to that? How could he forgive someone who wasn’t completely sorry? On the other hand, Wesley had been really honest about it. He hadn’t given him some lame, meaningless apology. He’d told him how it was. Also, deep down, he knew that Wes had just been trying to protect Connor. He wasn’t completely ready to accept that though, or forgive it. How could he when he and his son were still suffering because of it.
After a few minutes, Cordelia interrupted the silence. “Okay, guys, I think we should table this right now. We need to focus on finding Connor.”
Both men took their eyes of each other and turned them back to the group. “Okay, so we have to figure out a way of finding Connor,” Angel said.
“Maybe we should start by trying to find Holtz. Connor is probably with him,” Wesley said.
Angel shook his head. “No, I don’t think so. Holtz only wanted Connor out of revenge. He wanted to take him away from me to make me suffer. That was why he was going to raise him. To keep him from me and maybe turn him against me. There was no point in that in this world. He had no reason to believe that I’d ever see Connor again. There was no reason to raise him anymore.”
“Well, either way, he knows what happened to Connor. He’s the one who can tell us where he left Connor all those years ago,” Wesley said.
“If he’ll tell us,” Fred said. She knew it was very unlikely that Holtz would tell them where Connor was.
“Oh, he’ll tell us. I’ll make him tell us,” Angel said in a powerful voice.
“Angel, you don’t have the same strength here,” Gunn reminded him. He felt he had to warn the man that things wouldn’t be as easy here as they would in their world.
“I will make him tell us,” Angel repeated. He didn’t care what he had to do. He would make Holtz to him where Connor was.
Just then, they heard a loud noise. “What the hell was that?” Cordelia asked.
“Good question,” Angel said before leading the way down the road. They turned the corner and saw two teenage boys being attacked by black figures wearing hoods.
“What in the hell?” Gunn asked. In all his life, he’d never seen anything like this. He started to feel a sickening feeling in his stomach as one of them headed for them. He fell to the ground.
“Gunn!” Cordelia yelled before rushing over to the man. She too felt the sickening feeling and fell to the ground.
Angel went to attack the things that had hurt his friends, but he too felt a sickening sensation. It felt like every happy moment he had was being sucked away.
The gang looked up in shock as a kid with messy black hair and green eyes repelled the… Well, whatever they were. They then stood up from the ground. “What the hell was that?” Gunn asked.
“Are you all alright?” the boy asked.
Angel nodded as he stood up. We went over and helped Cordelia up. “Are you okay, Cordy?”
“Yeah. That was just creepy. What were those things?” Cordelia asked.
“You guys are Americans?” the young boy asked as he went to help a larger boy off the ground.
“Well, we are, he aint,” Gunn said pointing to Wesley. “How’d you do that, Kid?”
“Oh, it’s a long story. Look, I really need to get my cousin home.”
“We’ll help you,” Angel said as he went over and helped lift the other kid up. “Come on, I have a car. By the way, I’m Angel.”
“I’m Harry. Harry Potter.”