Well.. That Was My Last Work Week Until The End Of January So Hopefully That'll Help Get Me Back To Productive On Here.

Also Might Be Adding Some More New Stories Just To Try And Help Get Me Motivated.

Heh. The Six Unfinished Ones Apparently Werent Enough.

Yesh.

Hemery High?

'Oh Boy.'

Jenny wasn't suprised to find Angel and Connor gone the next morning or to find a note telling her she should go to school and cover for them as well as an explaination as to where they headed. And really, it shouldn't have suprised her either but still.. picturing Angel at Hemery High wasn't exactly easy.

He was still Angel afterall.

Angel and Connor weren't exactly fairing any better. But Angel was doing his best to put everything aside and just focus on Buffy. Besides, he had brought Connor along with a purpose.

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"Well.." Angel impatiently grumbled.

"Why don't you go ask them?"

"Do I really have to answer that?"

Connor sighed and looked out the window at the large flocks of students. "This is so out of my comfort zone," he grumbled as he reached for the door. Connor stood and shivered at the sight and knowledge of what he knew he had to do. He looked the kids some more then ducked his head back into the car. "Don't get me wrong, I love Buffy. She just might be the best thing that has happen to any of us. But all that aside, you are still going to owe me. As in big time owe me. As in like you better love her because I'm making you marry her and have like fifteen kids alright."

Angel reached his arm over and pulled the door closed, pointing towards the school and mouthed 'go.'

Connor ran a hand through his hair and mumbled, "He thinks I'm kidding," before shaking his head as he took his first steps towards this Hell.

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Connor wasn't exactly shy, wasn't exactly his brother either, but that didn't exactly mean he enjoyed going to one of Los Angeles' larger schools, a school he'd never been to, never planned or wanted to go to, had no idea about finding his way around the huge place, surrounded by hundreds of people he did not know and basically despised on principle and was having to go up to them and try talking with said people. So no, this wasn't his idea of a good time in any way, shape or form.

It didn't help that he had no idea what he was doing either. Angel, being the big help he was, had no idea who he was even supposed to be looking for since he didn't know any of Buffy's former friends either. Helpful. He barely even knew she was formally Miss Popular then the downfall from there. And Connor didn't know where to go with that even.

Bracing himself, he finally gave up the arguing in his head and started towards random people.

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"Buffy Summers?" the guy gave Connor a strange look. One he was getting quite used to, only a few minutes in, a few groups down. "Oh wait... that chick who burnt the school down? Yo, that shit was awesome! You remember that?" he started laughing as he turned towards his friends who all pitched in useless bits.

"Okay, so.. you knew her then?" Connor finally cut in.

"No man," he laughed again, "but I wish I did."

Connor sighed. "Do you know anyone who might?"

He thought for a moment before replying, gaining another sigh from Connor and a mumbled thank you. He hoped this lead would be better than some of the others, if they gave one at all. Mostly, he was just going in circles.

And when he found the girl, Kimberley, he wished he was back in circles as she was rather.. unpleasant. He didn't get much out of her, except a headache mostly, but she was supposibly one of Buffy's former best friends. The bell rang only moments after getting it comfirmed she once was friends but that was followed by her introduction to how much of a freak her 'friend' had turned out to be. She wasn't even close to getting that all out, he could tell, but the bell rang and she cussed him out, thinking outloud why she was even talking to him and then left. Along with most of the students.

Connor sighed and walked through the emptying halls back to the parking lot to wait for his next chance to find something. Not that going back to Angel sounded like any better option then the rest.

Especially when he still had zip.

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It was almost lunch and Connor couldn't even beging to tell you how many people he tried to talk to. And in most cases tried was quite the keyword. He walked the halls during breaks, tracked any loose kid or student down as the halls emptied or out in the parking lots, he even hid out in the bathroom for a while.

Really, wasn't his favorite day.

He was getting ready to get out of the car again, Angel ready to kick him out, when there was a knock on Angel's window. Both of them turned their heads and wondered who the suit was. And what this was about.

Trouble. Most likely. Something they both could bet on.

Angel glared, a tired, unnatural one, but then he sighed and reached to get his window down and gave the man an odd look.

"Yeah?"

"Faith Lehane."

"What?"

"Someone you're looking for. Faith Lehane."

They both gave him confused looks again.

"You're the two looking for info or something about Buffy Summers right? Should go find her." He scanned the area for a moment then looked back at each of the boys before telling them where they might be able to find this Faith girl. "Oh, and you might want to go this time," he said, nodding his head at Angel.

Angel scrunched up his forehead, not sure what to make of this. And him. And anything anymore. But right now, he just didn't care. He was desperate at this point, tired, scared, worried and everything else under the sun.

"I'll be here when you get back. You're probably going to want to talk with me as well."