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Time: It's held just after Darla had Connor, so in season three.
Story (Possibly how it will go if people like this): Angel comes across a young boy, he offers him help but doesn't think he'll take it. He thinks that's all he'll ever see of him,but then the boy comes to his doorstep asking the unexpected. Angel find himself protecting the boy, but from what? And why are the Senior Partners interested in him too?
Boy
Caring
Angel felt somebody following him about three blocks away. He hadn't been quite sure whether they were actually following him, or if it was just his imagination playing tricks on him. He had detoured through a couple of side streets, they were still behind him. Now Angel waited in the shadows behind a dumpster.
The wind blew the persons sent towards him. It had a hint of magic and something Angel couldn't identify, all he knew was that this person was not normal. The thing that made Angel hide though was the slight hint of Wolfram and Hart, the person, whoever they were, had been associating with Angel's least favorite enemies, Angel probably guessed they were not his friend. As he anticipated the person came closer, Angel waited until they were nearly in front of his hiding spot, then he pounced.
He grabbed the person's arm and pulled it behind their back, pushing them against the alley wall. When he was finally allowed to inspect his catch he almost let it go. It was a boy between thirteen and fifteen, it was just a kid. Angel had to remind himself that appearances were often deceiving.
"Hey," said the kid cooly, "Is their a point to you holding me like this? Aren't you going to ask me questions, or are you just going to stand their?"
Angel would have called that kind of talk in this situation bravado, heck he was two times the kids height, but he smelled no fear whatsoever on the kid, it was more of a bitter humour.
"Yeah," he said, "What the hel.. why were you following me." He had hesitated saying hell, he didn't like using those sort of words in front of his own son and this was still only a kid.
"Wolfram and Hart hired me," the kid said cooly, "They told me to follow you and report to them what you did."
Angel was startled again, the kid wasn't scared so why tell, 'Another one of Wolfram's and Hart's plans? a vendetta against them...?" he wondered.
"Are you going to let me go?" the kid asked, "I'm starting to get a cramp in my arm."
"Why should I?" Angel asked, trying to hold on to something about this kid and his agenda.
"First of all I lied to Wolfram and Hart about every move you've made, saved your ass. ('So much for not swearing,'Angel thought.) Second of I've had thousands of opportune moments to stake you and I haven't taken any of them." the kid finished off.
"And I should believe you because...?" Angel said derisively, how stupid did this kid think he was.
"Last week you were fighting Kangoer demons, after the battle you were pretty beat, you sorta collapsed, I didn't stake you, even though Wolfram and Hart brainwashed me to hate you."
"Oh yeah," Angel said, he hid his surprise, the kid had been following him for a while, "So why aren't you trying to tear my eyes out right now?"
"Wolfram and Hart got a rookie to brainwash me," the boy snorted, "he was an idiot, didn't know the first thing about spells. I had to make a fake fancy light show, his spell wouldn't have work."
Angel wasn't sure why but he felt as if he could trust the kid, he was still cautious though.
"Okay," he said finally making a decision, "I'm going to let go of your arms and your going to turn around slowly, try and run and we won't be having this pleasant little chat anymore."
"Fine with me," the kid answered.
'What the hell am I doing,' Angel thought as he let go of the kid. To his surprise the kid didn't try and escape. Angel was now facing a boy with soot black hair, made for the screen angelic looks and pale skin. The boy was slightly tubby but not extremely so, one corner of his mouth was turned up in a half smile. His eyes were the strangest Angel had ever seen, it was like a humongous fire blazed within them, constantly dancing and raging. The boy was quite tall and had broad shoulders. He wore a gold chain around his neck but it was tucked under his shirt so Angel couldn't see what was hanging from it. His shirt was obviously three sizes too big, it looked like the kid was playing dress up with one of his Dad's old business suits. The sleeves of the shirt were cut roughly, so the kid could actually poke his hands through. His pants hidden under the enormous t-shirt also looked enormous for him, blue sneakers barely poked out of the roughly cut bottom. He had a loosely tied black and white tie hanging from his neck. The kid had a sruffy but comical appearance. Angel saw past that though.
The boy had shadows under his eyes, and he was on the balls of his feet, as if he was expecting to have to run or fight. He looked well cared for so he probably hadn't been living on the streets for long.
"Runaway?" he asked the kid, not unkindly.
"Nah I'm no newbie to the streets like that," the kid said. "My life ain't as bad as those poor kids." there was sympathy in his eyes Angel didn't understand, the kid looked like he had it pretty rough too, but he still felt sorry.
"Why tell me?"he asked, the kid understood.
"Wolfram and Hart are evil, any idiot can see that. Unlike some people I don't root for that side, they always get their come uppance."
"If I had a nickle for every time someone said they didn't work for evil." said Angel, the kid got the point.
"You'd be pretty rich," he said, "You don't have to believe me, personally I don't care, the only reason I'm telling you this is because I don't much like evil, same as you. You don't have to believe me but it's the truth, I've seen what that side can do, I don't much care for it."
Angel still looked at him skeptically, "Sure you don't like Wolfram and Hart, that's why you've been stalking me."
"I wasn't stalking you," the kid scowled slightly, "I was following you, stalking is what perverts do."
"Huh," Angel said, the outburst surprised him, "No it's not."
"Yes it is," the kid said.
"No it's not," snapped Angel, he crossed his arms.
The kid did the same, even more obstinant, "Yes it is."
"No.." Angel started to say but he realised how stupid it was, here he was, a two hundred and fourty year old vampire, fighting with a thirteen- fifteen year old kid. He also knew when he was on the losing side, he uncrossed his arms, "I don't want to fight you over what words are pervert words and what aren't, I just want to know why the hell Wolfram and Hart would send a kid to follow me, what their plan is and what the hell your doing talking to me in the first place."
The kid slowly uncrossed his arms too, his eyes twinkled slightly, "You know the answer to the first question," he said, "I've been following you for nearly a month."
"So your good," said Angel.
"That and some other reasons," the boy mumbled quietly, his face turning dark, Angel caught it though.
"What reasons?" he asked.
The kid shook his head looking slightly annoyed, either at himself or at Angel's question Angel wasn't sure. "Nothing that will affect you," the kid said, "Just my own problems. So what was your other questions?"
Angel saw that that point was closed for discussion so he let it go, but he stored the kid's reaction for later inspection.
"What's Wolfram and Harts plan?" he asked.
"Oh they just wanted to see what cases you were working on, any big bad evil that they can help to beat you." the boy shrugged.
"The usual," said Angel.
"Not surprising is it," said the boy, "Wolfram and Hart are a bit thick headed for an evil law firm, you'd think they would have learned different angles by now."
"So why'd you take the job?" asked Angel.
"Good money," the boy shrugged, "Something to do, anyway it's fun to stuff around with their plans, they get so damn angry, better then Fox. I'm almost going to miss it." the boy sighed.
"What do you mean?" asked Angel.
"Oh I'm getting fired today," the boy smiled wickedly, "You caught me, the contracts terminated, kaput, finito, time for me to move on with my pockets a little heavier from Wolfram and Harts generosity."
"Won't they just kill you?" asked Angel, he knew that's how the law firm usually dealt with people.
The boy raised his eyebrows, "I'd like to see them try," he said.
Angel thought about that for a while, the kid was confident, he felt a slight tinge of worry for him, "You shouldn't take things for granted," he said, "I caught you after months of me not noticing you, anything can... Wait a minute," it dawned on him, "That was on purpose," he accused him.
The kid shrugged his shoulders, "I was getting bored of L.A, I like to wander. Anyway..." he said, scrunching up his nose. "they kept on calling me boy and patting me on the head. This way I don't have to stand them, you don't have to deal with them and they don't get what they want. I think everybody who matters is happy." His smirked, then he simply wasn't there. Angel stared dumbly, then he felt someone tap him on his shoulder. He quickly turned around and their stood the boy.
"I can go now?" he asked.
"Why are you even asking me?" he said.
"I respect you," the kid shrugged, "I'll answer more questions if you want."
"You can go," said Angel. The boy turned around, Maybe it was because Angel was just a new father, or maybe it was the boy's slightly haunted look but he felt anxious for him.
"Wait," he said, the boy turned around. "If you want to... you know if you ever need... a place to go, or to stay, or even to talk you can come to me." he passed his business card to the kid.
"Help the helpless," the kid said, reading it.
"Yeah," said Angel awkwardly, "that's what we do, you know, help the helpless. Of course I'm not implying your helpless... but if you are that's okay and I can help... but your not... I mean I don't.."
"It's okay," said the kid, "If I ever need help I'll come to you. It's nice you have a place were people can go if things go weird. Most people can't even except the weird things happening to them, let alone finding someone to help."
"It's not only for people with weird things going on.. I mean it is but..." Angel sighed heavily, "Look if things ever get rough or really hard come to me, I may not be an expert about the street but I know some people who can help you, just drop by."
The boy gave Angel a weird look, "It isn't the streets that are bad, it's the things you run from that get to you," he finally said, then he turned and left.
Angel stood their, it was sad seeing kids like that with so many bad things happening in their life. That boy should have been in school, playing around, having fun. It made Angel worry about his own son, he couldn't control what would happen to Connor as he grew older, what things he would experience, all he could do was try and shield him from all the bad things for as long as possible. He supposed that feeling was what made him feel sorry and try and reach out to that kid, sometimes all it took was for someone to care.
Morning
"So what are you going to do now?" asked Lilah Morgan. The boy stood in front of her desk, his face impassive. 'He could at least buy some decent clothes', she thought, 'I should think we paid him enough for that.' She, of course, was dressed in the best clothes money could buy skirt, top, even shoes, were all one of a kind.
The boy didn't answer. She smiled at him, trying to put on a friendly front, and leaned across her desk. "You know," she said, "This contract may be terminated but we can always make another, Wolfram and Hart could use someone with your abilities. Your truly something else."
The boy cocked his head to one side, his lips turned up just slightly at the corners. "You know I just may have considered that offer, of course the whole blackmailing thing, it kind of ruined my idea about you guys. Before I only disliked you guys cause your evil and it's the general thing to do. Now I really don't like you guys, you know I'm pretty close to hate."
"Boy," said Lilah, leaning back into her seat, "May I remind you who's in control here, you get in with Wolfram and Hart there's no going back. Did you think that our little threat would just go away once you did one measly job for us."
The kid snorted, "I'm not that naïve," he said, "But I'll tell you something Lilah... DUCK." he suddenly yelled.
Then Lilah's door smashed open, shards of wood flying everywhere. Lilah only managed to scramble under her desk. She peered over the top of it at a humongous demon, it's heads similar to a boars, it stood on two legs with scaly skin and humongous claws. A broad sword was clutched in it's hand, and it was drooling all over the expensive carpet.
"Lilah," it roared, "Kill Lilah,"
Lilah remembered that voice, it was a former client, she couldn't quite recall his name though. 'Dammit,' she thought as she remembered who he was. He had payed Wolfram and Hart handsomely to be transferred into a demon's body, luckily a demon clients of Lilah's had wanted to transfer into a human's body. They both wanted handsome and powerful bodies. The demon would get what he wanted but the man wouldn't. Lilah found herself in a pickle when she realised that the man hadn't specified in his contract those nice little details. As the demon was paying more, well you can guess.
"Hey man," said the boy, "I don't reckon you should do that, I mean gaurds are going to be all over here in a few seconds, maybe you should just get out of here."
"Kill Lilah," the demon roared, "Lied to me, kill her."
"You don't have a very big vocabulary do you," the boy said, skeptically.
"Where Lilah," the demon roared, then it took a swipe at the boy. Lilah winced, the Senior Partners weren't going to like this. But to her amazement the boy ducked.
"I'm guessing he's a former client," the boy called to Lilah as he dodged another swipe. Lilah didn't dare answer. The boy used the opening the demon left to punch him in his midsection, the demon howled, It swung it's sword again.
"Please stop doing that," said the boy. The demon swiped at him again. "Hey," he said, "I asked you nicely." He landed a well aimed blow at the demons wrist, Lilah heard a crack, the demon roared with fury and pain, his sword fell, the boy grabbed it before it hit the ground.
"What she did to you was wrong but I know I guy that could fix it," the boy said.
The demon swung at him with his uninjured arm.
"Dammit just listen to me," the boy snapped, "Your human brain must be in their somewhere, just fight the demon instincts."
'Time to leave,' Lilah thought, 'He looks distracted enough.' She crawled out from under her desk and slowly around the two, trying to be as small as possible. Then she heard a rip, her skirt had caught on something, "Dammit," she said, "I just bought this." Then she looked up at the demon and the boy staring at her. "Oh don't let me interrupt you," she said, trying to smile, "Carry on."
"Lilah," the demon hissed, then it suddenly grabbed an axe from it's belt and threw it straight at her.
It was like slow motion, Lilah could see it heading straight towards her head. She saw the boy, in reaction, cut off the demons head, 'At least he went to hell before me,' she found herself thinking, hell the axe was moving pretty slowly, it hadn't even reached her yet. Waut a minute the axe was actually moving slower, as if it was winding down and when it was centimeters from her face it stopped. Lilah could see the boy standing behind it. He looked at Lilah in the eye.
"I'm leaving Lilah and not coming back to L.A, you guys can keep the rest of the money," he said, "I don't want to hear from Wolfram and Hart ever again." then the axe fell to the floor. The boy looked down at the body of the demon, "I don't know who deserved to die," he said bitterly, "I don't think it was him, though." Then he left.
A few minutes later security arrived, 'A bit late,' Lilah had thought. She had got rid of them and now sat at her desk, writing her report. The office had been cleaned up, a new door was to be installed tomorrow. Lilah couldn't stop thinking about the boy. The senior partners had told them specifically to hire him, told them how to blackmail him, they had also told them to be wary, he was dangerous. Lilah now wondered if he was more then just a boy with a few magic tricks. He certainly fought fine without any magic, and his instincts seemed extremely honed. He hadn't been facing the door when the demon had slammed through. She connected her phone to her secretaries.
"Melanie," she said, "Please get any files we have on..." she realised she didn't know the boys name.
"The boy?" her secretary said, "Everyone is requesting about him, I'll be right on it." she disconnected the phone.
'Efficient,' Lilah thought, 'Too efficient.' Efficient people were often ambitious, Lilah knew. She reminded herself to either fire the girl or have her killed, ambitious people were a threat. 'So by everybody, she probably means Gavin,' she thought, she had got Melanie to keep an eye on everything he did, it was always good to be aware, 'I wonder what that little snipes up to now.' She preffered Lindsey much better, at least he had that whole thing with a conscious, Gavin on the other hand was a sleazball. Unfortunately Gavin wasn't dumb, he saw the same thing Lilah did, if this boy had extroadinary powers the Senior Partners must care about him. If they cared it was anyone who wanted to be promoted's job to care too.
I hope you liked it, I just had this sudden idea and I had to write it down. Please review it and tell me if you want me to write more, I'm not quite sure if people will like this. : )