Back to where I was born...well next door to it.

[son_remembers]

I got out of my car and put the parking break on as I checked the street name. I couldn't remember what street Caritas was on anyway but at least I knew the street name. I got back into my car and drove on. The events of two years ago kept replaying in my head.

"They'll destroy you."
"Not if you're safe."I had been living at College for two years

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[for_lorne]

It could have been worse.

The long lost cousin of Jabba the Hutt could have been singing Cher.

But at present I didn't particularly hold any special place in my heart for the old line-dancing country song he had chosen, so there was a minimum mourning factor for this particular rendition. After all, I'm sure any severely drunk college fraternity member could have imitated the performance.

I'm sorry, that was a tad cruel of me, wasn't it? Not everyone is blessed with the glorious golden vocal cords of yours truly, and I'm hardly the type to hold such things against the tonally impaired. Some of the best people I know could hold a tune about as well as a vampire can hold a cross. Besides, it wasn't his abilities I was presently scouting for. Grunyiphar here was worried about his wife's pregnancy since they had been having trouble keeping up the slime content of their humble little cave. From what I saw, however, they would have more than enough slime to go around when his wife successfully gave birth to the 42 bouncing baby blobs that were on their way.

After tall, dark, and dripping slurped away, I was greeted with the bell-like chime of a familiar cherubic voice.

"Lorne!"

Looking up, mine eyes did not deceive me as I was met with the sight of kid patricide himself.

"Well hey there, kiddo! I didn't expect to run into you tonight!"

I stood up from the table I'd been sitting at, holding my hands out at first for a friendly greeting embrace... only to stop when I remembered who I was talking to. He wasn't still all gung-ho about the death to all demons thing, was he? No, he'd been better last time I'd seen him... right? Well, on the plus side, he seemed to not be wielding a giant axe and crying for my blood.

"Is there anything I can help you with, sport?"

[son_remembers]

"Well hey there, kiddo! I didn't expect to run into you tonight!"

I hugged him and pulled back.

"Is there anything I can help you with, sport?"

I frowned at the "kid" reference and smiled. "Well, actually. I was wondering. I haven't heard from dad since that night two years ago. And since the diseased...L.A. was re-opened...well I just wanted to know if everything was fine in the city of Angels."

I sat down and ordered a drink, then saw a couple tables away...

Cordy