"DAD!"

Connor stormed into the Hyperion, startling Angel and Spike, who had been in deep concentration over the translation of some old book.

"What is it, Connor?" Angel looked up and watched the boy, as he dumped his bag on the ground and flopped down on a chair opposite the desk.

"Dad, I got a bloody problem with my fucking homework!" the teen complained.

"Connor, don't swear!" Angel reminded him. Spike grinned. Then: "What is it?"

"I've got to draw a family-tree!"

"Wot's the problem with that, Shorty?" Spike placed his elbows on the desk and his chin on his hands.

"I'm not getting far with it!" Connor pushed a few sheets of paper towards his father. "I've got me and I've got you and Darla as mom and dad. But what then?"

"Well," Angel picked up a pen, "I've also got Drusilla as a daughter and Penn as a son…"

"And let's not forget Spike as a charming grandchilde!" the blonde chimed in, grinning.

Angel wrote 'Spike' underneath 'Drusilla'.

"So, I'm your uncle!" Connor announced happily.

Spike poked Angel with a finger. "Say, shouldn't you put Darla in as your mom, too?"

Angel frowned, but wrote down 'Darla' above his name.

Connor leaned forward. "Hey wait a sec! If Darla is my mom, but also your mom, does that mean I'm also your brother?" Angel's frown deepened.

"Na, don't think so," Spike said, tilting his head a little sideways, "'Cause before she got you, Drusilla became her mom."

Now Angel frowned even more and placed 'Darla' underneath his daughter, Drusilla.

"Wait!" Connor raised a hand. "That would mean that your-", he pointed at Angel, "-mom was also your granddaughter!"

"ARGH!" Angel grabbed the paper and balled it up. "That can't be right! Let's try again…"

"We've got Darla as Angel's mom," Spike ticked off on his fingers, "and Angel as Drusilla's dad and Drusilla as Spike's mom."

"And can I say 'eww!' here? You two had a 'thing' with your 'mothers'!" Connor commented grinning.

"And we have Connor as Angel's and Darla's son," Spike continued. "But we also have Darla as Drusilla's daughter." He looked at Angel. “Oh, bloody hell! That means great-grandma is also my sis?!"

"I'm my own uncle!" Connor decided.

"ARGH!"

The next sheet of balled up paper went flying.

"Hey, you are your grandma's brother!" Spike told Connor, beaming.

Angel frowned again and grabbed the next sheet. "There's something not right with this!" he decided.

"Yeah, we're one fucked up family!" Spike explained happily.

"Let's try again…" Angel said.

# # #

The next morning found Connor in class with a family-tree that had him on top and nothing else on it.

"Care to explain this before I give you an F?" his teacher asked.

"Well, I could try," Connor smiled and stood up. "You see, while trying to get our family-tree in the right order, my father went bonkers! At the end he claimed that he was a) my father, b) my brother and c) his own great-grandchilde. So my uncle, who is also my nephew, said I should rather start with a clean state, than try to explain why my mother is also my grandmother and my niece."

His teacher blinked in confusion. "I'll give you a C- for that…"

Connor smiled and sat down.

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