Title: Stolen Innocence
Author: the crazy one
Disclaimer: Not only do I own none of the characters, I do not even own the plot! Sucks to be me, doesn't it? The whole story came from this challenge GidgetGirl was nice enough to send me, and I must say that I was in love with the challenge since I ever first read it. It was something my twisted mind could work with. Well, since I said I'd do this, here's the challenge:
Challenge: THE LEGAL CHALLENGE: by Gidgetgirl
Two years post-Chosen Angel becomes aware of a policy involving W&H employees giving their children to the company. Most children are never taken, but occasionally, a child with power disappears or is "adopted" by the senior partners. Angel's new seer (who may be anyone, but I'd suggest Dawn) sees a vision of a young child. With a little research, Angel discovers that the child is the child of a former W&H lawyer, Hank Summers, and the W&H secretary for whom he left his wife. So, in short, this child is Buffy's half sister.
In saving the child, Angel ends up bringing Buffy back to LA, and the two reunite, but all is not well, as this particular child is only one of 3-5 who were needed to channel the power of the slayer line into the force of a single ascension: the ascension of an entire demon dimension. Together, Buffy and Angel must find a way to shelter the child and to reconcile themselves in time to save the world, etc. etc.
Requirements:
Buffy's little sib may be anywhere between the ages of three and nine, and may be male or female.
The child must in some way resemble Dawn, either in behavior, looks, keyness, etc.
The child must become attached to Angel quickly.
Buffy and Angel must be in the parent roles.
Anyone who's dead on the show stays dead.
Author's notes: Ok, I'm trying this. I promise that everyone that died in Buffy, and anyone who died before Cordelia will stay dead, but it just.... I don't know if I can help myself from bringing Fred and Cordelia into this story. I loved them both so much, and now they're dead. *Tear* But I shall try. I might have the demon Fred there instead, but that'd be harder, I'd think...
** looking back- ok, so it wasn't hard at all! I've got a kick ass cast to work with, and they never even crossed my mind! Oh well.
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"Angel, if you have time, could you go through these old policies for me?" Wesley poked his head into the large office.
"Uh..."
"Thanks. I'll just leave them right here." Wesley put the massive stack of folders on the desk, and left. Angel sighed. He now had even more work to do.
He picked up the top file, rather thin, and flipped through it vacantly. But something about the contents piqued his curiosity, and he started from the beginning.
Wolfram and Hart
To: all employees, past, present and future
From: The senior Partner's representatives
As you are all aware of, we encourage healthy relationships outside of the workplace. Many of you have husbands and wives, and children. It has come to our attention, however, that some of your children possess certain gifts that we find intriguing. If any of your children begin to show any powers that we deem worthy of looking into, we ask that you bring them in for testing. This policy will be mandatory from this day forward.
Thank you,
Mr. Joshua Decanter
His signature followed the printed name. The memo was dated in the late 1800's, and following it was a newer, typed policy. He skimmed it over, but found that it was not worth his time in reading. After the policy followed a list of children that Wolfram and Hart had tested the first one being two weeks after the policy was sent out. There was a cryptic symbol next to some names, but he flipped the file closed and went back to his previous work.
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She sat in her room, breathing hard after her last vision. She had no clue why she had started getting the stupid things. She had gone to see Angel without Buffy' permission during her spring break, and had come back with splitting headaches and strange, confusing movies in her head. This isn't what she thought Private Theatre was supposed to be like.
"Hey, you ok in there?" Her older sister called from behind the door.
"Uh, yeah. I tripped and fell. I'm fine." She called, picking herself up. She had no clue what the pictures meant, or why she saw them, but she knew that they had something to do with Angel.
"Hey, since school's getting out for the summer, I was thinking about going and visiting Faith." She said later at the breakfast table.
"That's a great idea. I'd go with you, but I've got too much to do here. You can go by yourself, right?"
"I'm 18, I'm old enough to take care of myself."
"Fine, fine." The blond held up her hands. "I'll call Giles to get the money later, ok, Dawn?"
"Thanks." She said, turning her attention to the food in front of her.
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She stepped off the plane, and followed the other passengers into the busy terminal. She could feel a stress induced headache coming on, so she rushed through the throngs, grabbed her suitcase, and fled the air conditioned interior for the blinding light and 90 degree weather of Los Angeles. She called a taxi, and gave directions to the law firm. During the ride, she took two naprozine, the highest allowed dosage, and leaned back, closing her eyes against the glare from everything. She never remembered L.A. being so bright.
Once the cab stopped at the huge building, she paid her fare and hurried inside, out of the bright sun. Inside was, as usual, a busy hive of worker ants. Though the employees weren't ants, though some weren't human. She walked up to the secretary's desk.
"Dawn!" the blond vampire cried from behind the desk. She set down her mug, Dawn didn't want to think about what was inside, and got up to give her a hug.
"Hi, Harmony. Is Angel in?" she asked uncomfortably as the once popular girl hugged her.
"Yeah, one sec." She went and sat back down, punching a number on the phone.
"Don't tell him it's me, ok?"
"Sure. Hey Boss, there's someone to see you." She said into the phone. She nodded, and put the phone down, "Go right on in." Dawn thanked her, picking up her suitcase and entered Angel's huge office. It still freaked her out about the windows, though.
"Dawn. What do I owe the pleasure?"
"Stuff it, Angel." She dropped her suitcase.
"Is something wrong?"
"Depends on your definition of wrong. Seems the last time I came to visit, I took home a hitchhiker, up here." She pointed to her head. "They're not too friendly, either. Confusing pictures and pounding headaches. All I can think of is, they're related to you, somehow."
"You're getting visions?" he asked, shocked.
"Don't sound so shocked about it. I'm not just the slayer's little sister. I am a human being."
"I-I thought I had lost the visions, when I lost Cordelia..."
"Well, for some reason they're back. The only thing is, I don't want them. Give them to someone else. Just get them out of my head."
"I don't know how, Dawn. I'm sorry. But...what have you visions been about?"
"Well, the most recent one was about this little girl, about four years old. She looks a lot like Buffy, now that I think about it. She's lost, and afraid. And she's not at home with her parents. The only people she see are..." she closed her eyes, trying to remember, "people in suits. Like lawyers, I guess." She opened her eyes, and felt the sudden need to sit down. Leaning heavily on Angel's desk, not trusting her legs to carry her the few feet to the chair, she pushed some file folders aside so she could sit. The pile tipped, but she was too dizzy to stop them.
"I'm so sorry, Angel!" she said as the files hit the floor.
"Oh, it's ok, I had to go through those eventually any-are you ok?"
"Yeah, I'm-whoa...." She had leaned too far forward to see the mess she had made, and slipped off the desk. She tried to grab the closest thing to keep her steady, but the office items fell with her as the floor rushed ever closer to her.
"Dawn!" he cried, rushing to her crumbled form.
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"Whoa-"she moaned, shifting.
"Hey, just lie still a moment."
"Where am I?"
"My apartment. How are you feeling?"
"Like I just lost lots and lots of blood through shallow cuts." He looked at her funny. "Don't ask. Dizzy and headachy."
"You hit your head pretty hard." She tried to sit up, and he had to help her.
"Must be jet jag and lack of sleep."
"Could it have been something to do with the visions? Cordelia always had really bad headaches with her visions."
"That too. I-I feel better now, though. Could I have a glass of water?"
"Sure, one second." He left to go get a glass for her. Once he was gone, she swung her legs over the side of the bed. She wasn't so dizzy, and she knew she'd feel better after she had had something to drink.
When he came back, she was leaning heavily on the night stand, but she was standing. She drank the water in one gulp, and started walking out of his bedroom. She felt awkward being in his room, and he hovered around her, watching her every step.
"I seem to remember knocking down a whole bunch of stiff. Should we go clean that up?"
"You should-"
"I'd fine. Trust me. Can we please go clean up that mess now?" She couldn't believe she was asking to clean.
He just sighed and nodded, noticing the resemblance in stubbornness that she shared with her older sister.
Ten minutes later they were organizing the folders, when something caught Dawn's eye. She took a closer look at the sheet of paper in her hand. It was a database, with information both across and down the page. What had caught her eye was a familiar name.
Hanks Summers. Alicia Jones. Ashleigh Melinda Summers. June 21st, 2001. July 31st, 2002. **
"Angel, what's this?" She held up the sheet.
"Uh...List of children of Employees of Wolfram and Hart, is my guess."
"My dad's on here." She showed him the entry.
"Oh, this was in the top file." He looked for the file, then showed her the policy. She read through the memo and the policy, then started looking for more logs.
"Buffy and I are here too." She showed him the entries. "So we were tested? What does this mean? Ashleigh has two asterisks by her name, while Buffy has a check, and I have only one asterisk."
"Maybe the test results varied?"
"What were they testing?"
"I don't know, but I have a hunch, and I know where to find out." He swept out of his office. Dawn took one last look at the pile and ran after him.
When she caught up to him, he was talking to some bimbo.
"I want all information on Ashleigh Summers."
"Before her 'disappearance', or after?" she asked.
"Both." Angel said without hesitation. "And any files that have to do with the Children Policy."
"And anything on Buffy Summers or Dawn Summers." Dawn put in quickly. And that was their downfall.
Fifteen minutes later they walking into Angel's office with 30 or so files each. Some were thicker than others.
"So, where do we start?" Angel asked, but Dawn had already singled out three folders, and held them in her lap. She just stared at the two familiar names, and the one that she had never known. She was scared at what she might find in each of them.
He held out his hand, and she passed him the two older folders, hers on top. As he held them, she looked at hers in un-surprised awe. The monks had aged her folder; there was even a darkened ring that looked to be coffee.
"Dawn, you do realize that the monks could not have made you have a positive test, whatever that is, because that would have defeated their purpose, right? Whatever's in here is just a formality." She wasn't surprised that he knew about her key-ness. Guess Buffy wasn't so mad at him to trust him with her secret.
"I know. Bu-I don't remember. Everything else I do. Dad working late hours, mom crying. When Buffy was teaching me to ride a bike without training wheels, she let go and I got this scar." She pointed to her chin, "So why can't I remember getting tested?"
"Maybe you weren't supposed to. Maybe no one that was tested and failed does." He slowly opened the folder and read it's contents. She watched him read, oddly unattached. Whatever that folder said, it wasn't her. It just had her name on it. She wasn't the girl talked about in the folder, she never was, and she never would be.
"Bright energetic child. Will go on to do great things." He read the doctor's comments, trying to make her smile. She just stared at him. "They tested you for signs of magic, and they found none." He looked quickly at Buffy's, "Same with your sister."
"So what does that mean?"
"They're fools, Dawn. I know why they missed you being the Key, because otherwise they would have taken distinct interest in you, but Buffy's potential? They're idiots. This is what they said about Buffy, 'Sweet child. Lots of energy. May go on to be professional Cheerleader.'" That made her smile.
But then they both looked at the remaining folder in her lap.
"Do you want me to?" he asked sympathetically.
"No, she's my sister. I've never known her, and yet I feel if I'm not the first to look at her file, I'll fail her somehow." He only nodded. She slowly opened the folder.
On top there was a birth certificate. She quickly flipped to the next page.
Name: Ashleigh Melinda Summers
Born: June 21st, 2001
Father: Hank Summers
Occupation: lawyer
DOB: August 23rd 1947
Mother: Alicia Jones
Occupation: private secretary
DOB: November 17th, 1965
Test date: July 31st, 2002.
"She was only a year old." She murmured. A bunch of tests results followed. They were all mumbo-jumbo to Dawn.
Comments: Strong willed and Headstrong. Lots of energy. Prime Candidate.
"Prime candidate for what?" she asked.
"What?" he looked over her shoulder.
"Prime candidate." She pointed out the comments, "but for what?" she leafed through the papers. "Oh, maybe that." She held up a newspaper clipping telling how the one and a half year old had been kidnapped from her parent's tiny flat. Then another saying how she had been found on the streets, and parents were suspected of Neglect. Underneath was a leaf of papers, for adoption. "Why would he just sign his daughter away? How could he do that?" Angel flinched.
"How could he forget about his two older daughters? I don't understand how any man could forget about two women as beautiful as you and your sister."
"You're just saying that because you're still in love with her."
"So what if I am? You were one of the first to trust me when I came back. And you're here now, that has to suggest at some sort of trust."
"I trust you, just not the...man you've become, running this law firm.
"Buffy doesn't know you're here, does she?" he asked as she flipped through the papers.
"No." she was staring at something in the file now. "But I think she should know. Soon."
"Why? Do you no longer fear her wrath?"
"This is the girl from my vision." She tapped the 8x10 color photo.
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So, what do you think? Lol. Please review!!!
Author: the crazy one
Disclaimer: Not only do I own none of the characters, I do not even own the plot! Sucks to be me, doesn't it? The whole story came from this challenge GidgetGirl was nice enough to send me, and I must say that I was in love with the challenge since I ever first read it. It was something my twisted mind could work with. Well, since I said I'd do this, here's the challenge:
Challenge: THE LEGAL CHALLENGE: by Gidgetgirl
Two years post-Chosen Angel becomes aware of a policy involving W&H employees giving their children to the company. Most children are never taken, but occasionally, a child with power disappears or is "adopted" by the senior partners. Angel's new seer (who may be anyone, but I'd suggest Dawn) sees a vision of a young child. With a little research, Angel discovers that the child is the child of a former W&H lawyer, Hank Summers, and the W&H secretary for whom he left his wife. So, in short, this child is Buffy's half sister.
In saving the child, Angel ends up bringing Buffy back to LA, and the two reunite, but all is not well, as this particular child is only one of 3-5 who were needed to channel the power of the slayer line into the force of a single ascension: the ascension of an entire demon dimension. Together, Buffy and Angel must find a way to shelter the child and to reconcile themselves in time to save the world, etc. etc.
Requirements:
Buffy's little sib may be anywhere between the ages of three and nine, and may be male or female.
The child must in some way resemble Dawn, either in behavior, looks, keyness, etc.
The child must become attached to Angel quickly.
Buffy and Angel must be in the parent roles.
Anyone who's dead on the show stays dead.
Author's notes: Ok, I'm trying this. I promise that everyone that died in Buffy, and anyone who died before Cordelia will stay dead, but it just.... I don't know if I can help myself from bringing Fred and Cordelia into this story. I loved them both so much, and now they're dead. *Tear* But I shall try. I might have the demon Fred there instead, but that'd be harder, I'd think...
** looking back- ok, so it wasn't hard at all! I've got a kick ass cast to work with, and they never even crossed my mind! Oh well.
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"Angel, if you have time, could you go through these old policies for me?" Wesley poked his head into the large office.
"Uh..."
"Thanks. I'll just leave them right here." Wesley put the massive stack of folders on the desk, and left. Angel sighed. He now had even more work to do.
He picked up the top file, rather thin, and flipped through it vacantly. But something about the contents piqued his curiosity, and he started from the beginning.
Wolfram and Hart
To: all employees, past, present and future
From: The senior Partner's representatives
As you are all aware of, we encourage healthy relationships outside of the workplace. Many of you have husbands and wives, and children. It has come to our attention, however, that some of your children possess certain gifts that we find intriguing. If any of your children begin to show any powers that we deem worthy of looking into, we ask that you bring them in for testing. This policy will be mandatory from this day forward.
Thank you,
Mr. Joshua Decanter
His signature followed the printed name. The memo was dated in the late 1800's, and following it was a newer, typed policy. He skimmed it over, but found that it was not worth his time in reading. After the policy followed a list of children that Wolfram and Hart had tested the first one being two weeks after the policy was sent out. There was a cryptic symbol next to some names, but he flipped the file closed and went back to his previous work.
~ * ~ * ~
She sat in her room, breathing hard after her last vision. She had no clue why she had started getting the stupid things. She had gone to see Angel without Buffy' permission during her spring break, and had come back with splitting headaches and strange, confusing movies in her head. This isn't what she thought Private Theatre was supposed to be like.
"Hey, you ok in there?" Her older sister called from behind the door.
"Uh, yeah. I tripped and fell. I'm fine." She called, picking herself up. She had no clue what the pictures meant, or why she saw them, but she knew that they had something to do with Angel.
"Hey, since school's getting out for the summer, I was thinking about going and visiting Faith." She said later at the breakfast table.
"That's a great idea. I'd go with you, but I've got too much to do here. You can go by yourself, right?"
"I'm 18, I'm old enough to take care of myself."
"Fine, fine." The blond held up her hands. "I'll call Giles to get the money later, ok, Dawn?"
"Thanks." She said, turning her attention to the food in front of her.
~ * ~ * ~
She stepped off the plane, and followed the other passengers into the busy terminal. She could feel a stress induced headache coming on, so she rushed through the throngs, grabbed her suitcase, and fled the air conditioned interior for the blinding light and 90 degree weather of Los Angeles. She called a taxi, and gave directions to the law firm. During the ride, she took two naprozine, the highest allowed dosage, and leaned back, closing her eyes against the glare from everything. She never remembered L.A. being so bright.
Once the cab stopped at the huge building, she paid her fare and hurried inside, out of the bright sun. Inside was, as usual, a busy hive of worker ants. Though the employees weren't ants, though some weren't human. She walked up to the secretary's desk.
"Dawn!" the blond vampire cried from behind the desk. She set down her mug, Dawn didn't want to think about what was inside, and got up to give her a hug.
"Hi, Harmony. Is Angel in?" she asked uncomfortably as the once popular girl hugged her.
"Yeah, one sec." She went and sat back down, punching a number on the phone.
"Don't tell him it's me, ok?"
"Sure. Hey Boss, there's someone to see you." She said into the phone. She nodded, and put the phone down, "Go right on in." Dawn thanked her, picking up her suitcase and entered Angel's huge office. It still freaked her out about the windows, though.
"Dawn. What do I owe the pleasure?"
"Stuff it, Angel." She dropped her suitcase.
"Is something wrong?"
"Depends on your definition of wrong. Seems the last time I came to visit, I took home a hitchhiker, up here." She pointed to her head. "They're not too friendly, either. Confusing pictures and pounding headaches. All I can think of is, they're related to you, somehow."
"You're getting visions?" he asked, shocked.
"Don't sound so shocked about it. I'm not just the slayer's little sister. I am a human being."
"I-I thought I had lost the visions, when I lost Cordelia..."
"Well, for some reason they're back. The only thing is, I don't want them. Give them to someone else. Just get them out of my head."
"I don't know how, Dawn. I'm sorry. But...what have you visions been about?"
"Well, the most recent one was about this little girl, about four years old. She looks a lot like Buffy, now that I think about it. She's lost, and afraid. And she's not at home with her parents. The only people she see are..." she closed her eyes, trying to remember, "people in suits. Like lawyers, I guess." She opened her eyes, and felt the sudden need to sit down. Leaning heavily on Angel's desk, not trusting her legs to carry her the few feet to the chair, she pushed some file folders aside so she could sit. The pile tipped, but she was too dizzy to stop them.
"I'm so sorry, Angel!" she said as the files hit the floor.
"Oh, it's ok, I had to go through those eventually any-are you ok?"
"Yeah, I'm-whoa...." She had leaned too far forward to see the mess she had made, and slipped off the desk. She tried to grab the closest thing to keep her steady, but the office items fell with her as the floor rushed ever closer to her.
"Dawn!" he cried, rushing to her crumbled form.
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"Whoa-"she moaned, shifting.
"Hey, just lie still a moment."
"Where am I?"
"My apartment. How are you feeling?"
"Like I just lost lots and lots of blood through shallow cuts." He looked at her funny. "Don't ask. Dizzy and headachy."
"You hit your head pretty hard." She tried to sit up, and he had to help her.
"Must be jet jag and lack of sleep."
"Could it have been something to do with the visions? Cordelia always had really bad headaches with her visions."
"That too. I-I feel better now, though. Could I have a glass of water?"
"Sure, one second." He left to go get a glass for her. Once he was gone, she swung her legs over the side of the bed. She wasn't so dizzy, and she knew she'd feel better after she had had something to drink.
When he came back, she was leaning heavily on the night stand, but she was standing. She drank the water in one gulp, and started walking out of his bedroom. She felt awkward being in his room, and he hovered around her, watching her every step.
"I seem to remember knocking down a whole bunch of stiff. Should we go clean that up?"
"You should-"
"I'd fine. Trust me. Can we please go clean up that mess now?" She couldn't believe she was asking to clean.
He just sighed and nodded, noticing the resemblance in stubbornness that she shared with her older sister.
Ten minutes later they were organizing the folders, when something caught Dawn's eye. She took a closer look at the sheet of paper in her hand. It was a database, with information both across and down the page. What had caught her eye was a familiar name.
Hanks Summers. Alicia Jones. Ashleigh Melinda Summers. June 21st, 2001. July 31st, 2002. **
"Angel, what's this?" She held up the sheet.
"Uh...List of children of Employees of Wolfram and Hart, is my guess."
"My dad's on here." She showed him the entry.
"Oh, this was in the top file." He looked for the file, then showed her the policy. She read through the memo and the policy, then started looking for more logs.
"Buffy and I are here too." She showed him the entries. "So we were tested? What does this mean? Ashleigh has two asterisks by her name, while Buffy has a check, and I have only one asterisk."
"Maybe the test results varied?"
"What were they testing?"
"I don't know, but I have a hunch, and I know where to find out." He swept out of his office. Dawn took one last look at the pile and ran after him.
When she caught up to him, he was talking to some bimbo.
"I want all information on Ashleigh Summers."
"Before her 'disappearance', or after?" she asked.
"Both." Angel said without hesitation. "And any files that have to do with the Children Policy."
"And anything on Buffy Summers or Dawn Summers." Dawn put in quickly. And that was their downfall.
Fifteen minutes later they walking into Angel's office with 30 or so files each. Some were thicker than others.
"So, where do we start?" Angel asked, but Dawn had already singled out three folders, and held them in her lap. She just stared at the two familiar names, and the one that she had never known. She was scared at what she might find in each of them.
He held out his hand, and she passed him the two older folders, hers on top. As he held them, she looked at hers in un-surprised awe. The monks had aged her folder; there was even a darkened ring that looked to be coffee.
"Dawn, you do realize that the monks could not have made you have a positive test, whatever that is, because that would have defeated their purpose, right? Whatever's in here is just a formality." She wasn't surprised that he knew about her key-ness. Guess Buffy wasn't so mad at him to trust him with her secret.
"I know. Bu-I don't remember. Everything else I do. Dad working late hours, mom crying. When Buffy was teaching me to ride a bike without training wheels, she let go and I got this scar." She pointed to her chin, "So why can't I remember getting tested?"
"Maybe you weren't supposed to. Maybe no one that was tested and failed does." He slowly opened the folder and read it's contents. She watched him read, oddly unattached. Whatever that folder said, it wasn't her. It just had her name on it. She wasn't the girl talked about in the folder, she never was, and she never would be.
"Bright energetic child. Will go on to do great things." He read the doctor's comments, trying to make her smile. She just stared at him. "They tested you for signs of magic, and they found none." He looked quickly at Buffy's, "Same with your sister."
"So what does that mean?"
"They're fools, Dawn. I know why they missed you being the Key, because otherwise they would have taken distinct interest in you, but Buffy's potential? They're idiots. This is what they said about Buffy, 'Sweet child. Lots of energy. May go on to be professional Cheerleader.'" That made her smile.
But then they both looked at the remaining folder in her lap.
"Do you want me to?" he asked sympathetically.
"No, she's my sister. I've never known her, and yet I feel if I'm not the first to look at her file, I'll fail her somehow." He only nodded. She slowly opened the folder.
On top there was a birth certificate. She quickly flipped to the next page.
Name: Ashleigh Melinda Summers
Born: June 21st, 2001
Father: Hank Summers
Occupation: lawyer
DOB: August 23rd 1947
Mother: Alicia Jones
Occupation: private secretary
DOB: November 17th, 1965
Test date: July 31st, 2002.
"She was only a year old." She murmured. A bunch of tests results followed. They were all mumbo-jumbo to Dawn.
Comments: Strong willed and Headstrong. Lots of energy. Prime Candidate.
"Prime candidate for what?" she asked.
"What?" he looked over her shoulder.
"Prime candidate." She pointed out the comments, "but for what?" she leafed through the papers. "Oh, maybe that." She held up a newspaper clipping telling how the one and a half year old had been kidnapped from her parent's tiny flat. Then another saying how she had been found on the streets, and parents were suspected of Neglect. Underneath was a leaf of papers, for adoption. "Why would he just sign his daughter away? How could he do that?" Angel flinched.
"How could he forget about his two older daughters? I don't understand how any man could forget about two women as beautiful as you and your sister."
"You're just saying that because you're still in love with her."
"So what if I am? You were one of the first to trust me when I came back. And you're here now, that has to suggest at some sort of trust."
"I trust you, just not the...man you've become, running this law firm.
"Buffy doesn't know you're here, does she?" he asked as she flipped through the papers.
"No." she was staring at something in the file now. "But I think she should know. Soon."
"Why? Do you no longer fear her wrath?"
"This is the girl from my vision." She tapped the 8x10 color photo.
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So, what do you think? Lol. Please review!!!