A.N: ok here's a new fic that appeared to me and I started to write out of boredom in my English class today, I hope you like it. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the Buffyverse; I just own the little girl and a few others that come in later.
Prologue
A tiny little girl cowered in the corner of the dark alley way. Her tightly curled body was shaking violently. She could here the noises of battle and smells the blood of a warrior.
Said warrior was a tall and skinny teenage boy with a head of shaggy brown hair. He approaches her and asks "are you okay?" in a low voice that sooths the little one.
The toddler looks up at him with scared yellow eyes, the boy seems familiar to her but she knows she's never met him.
"Up" she whispers with a shaky voice, raising her arms in the classic 'pick me up' position.
Connor looks confused until Cordelia, who stood behind him said "don't just stand there Connor, pick the poor thing up".
Giving Cordy a disgruntled look, Connor bends down and awkwardly scoops the little girl into his arms.
"My" she says passively as she settled down in his arms and promptly fell asleep. Connor and Cordy made their way back to the Hyperion with the tiny blond toddler with white-blond hair not knowing she would bring an array of both problems and joys with her.
A.N: I know it was short but I promise it will get longer. :)