*private* Fathers. Don't they suck. Or: Making It Up To Kara

Meeting Angel again was the usual disaster. But at least it gave me an idea of what to do about Kara. Something that's actually making a difference, I mean. I hope.

Months ago, back when we had actual conversations now and then, she told me she wanted to go looking for her father. And that was what she was doing in California when I tracked her down in Monterey; she had found her father. There was something about an appointment the next day she mentioned in the jet. So here's what I thought: I'll find the man, and use the money Harry gave me for the exorcism which I was going to throw away to buy him a plane ticket and book a hotel room for him in Boston. Convince him to go there to be there for his daughter. Of course, given that he hasn't been so far, I knew he wasn't exactly a prince, but she loves him, and you never get over your fathers anyway. I know.

The airplane ticket buying and hotel booking went fine, the tracking down part was not that difficult, given the material I had from trying to find Kara. Patrick Keating. Married, children. Great. That was sort of limiting the options, because obviously he hadn't told them about Kara. On the other hand, it offered possibilities. So what I did was to pretend to be one of the Wolfram and Hart guys (Tucker Wells, who else) asking for a business meeting in Los Angeles. He showed up, and I made my "go and visit your neglected daughter NOW, I'll even pay you to do it, or suffer the consequences" spiel. That's when he said a lot of crap about me obviously being a schoolmate of Kara's and that this was a stupid trick of her to pull, that she was just an attention-seeking bitch like her mother and so on and so forth, so I had to illustrate the "or else" part. Beating up the guy would have been great, because, what a jerk. Even if he thought it was some prank, he should have tried to find out whether what I said about Kara being in trouble and needing him was true or not. But like Harry said when this whole thing began, airports have all the security checks and they probably won't let someone who is covered in bruises on the plane. The great thing about meeting in a skyscraper, though? You can let people dangle out of the window. I mean, the windows are constructed in a way that sort of prevents opening, but that's where superpowers come in handy. I still have the cuts from the glass, and smashing it was a good start with finally making an impression on Mr. Keating. The dangling did the rest, well that and breaking his little right finger, which is the kind of injury you can cover up easily. He went on that air plane anyway. And took the confirmation from the Plaza Hotel in Boston where I had booked him a room.

So. I hope it works out, and he plays the perfect Dad for Kara in Boston for a few day, and tries his best with return visits after. I told him not to say anything to Kara about who made him go, but if he blabs anyway, she'll think it was her idol Wells and won't be bothered. The downside is that I'm not sure the guy is worth Kara's time, but, see above. You never get over your parents. So a jerk forced to behave well is better than no one, and at least he's not Norman Osborn. All in all, I still think it was a good idea. But that is what I thought about going to New York last week, too.