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Prompt 033: Free for All Fic

Title: Perfect Fit
Author: xlivvielockex
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 409
Prompt: Sidekick Free for All: Connor
Characters/Pairing (if any): Connor
A/N:: Post-NFA. Spoilerish. Not up for voting, like always.





It’s like being in the witness protection program. Someone else decides what your life is going to be. You get shuttled off to a new place, a new life. And when someone finds out or things change, its time for another new life.

Can’t tell anyone your old name (Stephen? Connor? Holtz? Reilly?). Can’t tell them about your old life (The Greeks would have had a field day with it.) Can’t let anyone know anything about you (Connor’s got three daddies).

You don’t know what your job will be. You never really fit. Your new name sounds kind of strange to your ears. The new life is like a shoe that is too small. It starts out just a little weird, tight but okay. Then it rubs. And it hurts. And at the end of a long day, it’s rubbed you raw.

You’ve moved to a new life. Again. Again, not your choice. Someone bigger is always deciding what your new life is going to be. People found out about the old life, found out about the second chance life – not long until they find out about the new life. No matter how hard they try to cover it up and keep you out of sight.

New life reminds you of old life. The really old life. Before your second chance family got sucked into Hell with the rest of L.A. Now, it’s like old times, the old life, some of the second chance life. Old dad taught you how to survive in the worst conditions. Second chance dad taught you compassion (you think). And real dad, he made you a killer.

New name. No last name this time. Did you have a last name the first time? You were too young to remember. But you don’t think about that now. Too much to occupy you. You get up every morning, fight until the blisters on your hands break open and bleed. You lie. You steal. You save a few unfortunate souls. You have so much blood on your hands anymore. Blood from the old life, the second chance life, the new life, you aren’t sure what’s yours anymore.

You go to bed. You sleep when you can. Most times you remember to say goodnight to new life dad, real dad. Not old dad or second chance dad. They’re long gone by now, along with those lives. But for the first time in all your lives, the shoe fits.

Comments

It's always about the shoes with you ... (actually I really liked the metaphor and the way you worked it)

This was great, just the right touch of angst and not a dash more.

xoxo
Blame Sarah for that. She was talking to me about her new shoes and them fitting and all this other shoe stuff. I swear, I was blameless in all of this.

And you got the first comment. YAY! *sniffs* I am just not that popular anymore. *sniffs*
What a wonderfully sympathetic look at Connor by imagining his whole world changing again. I mean, really - it's no wonder the kid has issues! Beautifully done.
Thanks! I actually feel a lot of sympathy for Connor when you step back and realize how much he had been through. Of course, still doesn't excuse being THAT emo but its a little more understandable. LOL
This is very good. I like how you blend all of his lives. I never really thought about having to sort through what amounts to 3 complete lives. Good work!
Thank you. I can't even imagine what it has got to be like for him in his head.
A lovely story. I am here via Sunnydale Herald. I friend who belongs there rec'd this to me...

Now, it’s like old times, the old life, some of the second chance life. Old dad taught you how to survive in the worst conditions. Second chance dad taught you compassion (you think). And real dad, he made you a killer.

I thought those words were the most powerful.

Well done!
Thank you so very much. Tell your friend I said thank you as well for reccing it to you. That is actually one of my favorite lines of it. That was one of the easiest to write.
You know, I never really watched Angel, but just from this story I feel bad for Connor. To keep loosing your life over and over. Poor kid.
Thank you. I feel sympathy for the kid because he just never could settle into a life. Hopefully the comics will ease him into some kind of life.
Excellent.
Thank you very much. :)
Brilliantly written as always you know i love you Kelly LOL
Fantastic. Especially this:

New name. No last name this time. Did you have a last name the first time? You were too young to remember. But you don’t think about that now. Too much to occupy you. You get up every morning, fight until the blisters on your hands break open and bleed. You lie. You steal. You save a few unfortunate souls. You have so much blood on your hands anymore. Blood from the old life, the second chance life, the new life, you aren’t sure what’s yours anymore.

There's this nebulous, spooky, awesome, sad sense that Connor's trying--not intentionally--to be three people at once. Possibly more. Like all the people he's ever been are exerting themselves, trying to be Connor, and everything gets jumbled up, and. . . .

Simply fantastic.
This was excellent!
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