This is something only my mind could come up with…I don't own Buffy. Set in season 3 during the Wesley period.

"Juli Wyndum-Pryce! Come on, the airplane is leaving is 2 hours!"

"Ghastly hollows, I'm coming already!" The irate 14 year old called down to her father. It was moving day, and Juel, as she liked to be called, was annoyed. Why couldn't the council send someone closer? She thought. Why did those stupid asses decide to uproot her and her dad from England to Sunnydale, California?

Juel's fingers brushed the small frame that held a picture of a black haired girl that looked surprisingly like Juel. It's all their fault, she decided. If it wasn't for them Dad wouldn't be a single parent and he wouldn't have had to kill the woman he loved.

The woman's name was Elsie Johnson. She was a reformed pain demon. Of course, the council refused to see that she was reformed, Juel thought bitterly. Because of those butt gaps Juel never knew her mother and was having to figure out this whole pain demon thing on her own. Her dad wasn't much help, since he was human, and it wasn't like she could practice on anyone. Sure, sometimes she healed her best friend Amy when she got a cut, just to practice, but other things she couldn't really develop, and was still way out of sync with her powers.

And of course, because of this, her dad could not even tell anyone about Elise and the full extent of the relationship they had had. There had been rumors of course, but Wesley and Juel Wyndum-Pryce were experts at weaseling their way out of trouble. The publicized story was that Juel was the product of a one-night stand and the mother didn't want to be a parent.

"It's too dangerous for them to know the truth," her dad always said. "If they knew you were half-demon, I don't know what they would do,"

Juel shared one last loving look at her only picture of her mother and the room she was raised in, then hitched her duffel onto her back, grabbed her suitcase, and headed downstairs. They owned so little stuff, since Wesley's job could get them transferred to a new town at any time.

Wesley looked at her as she was coming down the stairs, her shoulder length, Black Mountain of waves tied into a ponytail. Her deep brown eyes looked dejected and annoyed. He didn't blame her. The council had committed the upmost cruelty to their family, and she didn't particularly want to do them any favors. He barely did; the only reason he was going was to perhaps protect these innocent girls (well, not exactly innocent) from the idiots that populated the head of the Council. Oh he was going- because if he didn't, they were going to send a nincompoop. A strict, stuffy nincompoop. And he had learned from experience that was not the way to train a teenager.

"Ready to go, Dad," she said, taking the dark bags and dragging herself towards the car. He felt guilty for dragging her into this; all of her friends were here. There was even one who knew of their secret that Juel loved; Amy, he believed. And he had asked her to give it all up for the States, bad coffee and even worse tea, and a life even less normal than they were living currently. His dad had been horrible, and he constantly wondered if the choices he made were good for Juli. He wanted to be a good father, but he felt unworthy of such a loving teenage daughter (at least, when it wasn't moving day she was loving) as of late.

"Yo Ho, Dad, the plane leaves in an hour and a half and we havn't even left for the airport already! I thought you wanted to go!" she jarred him out of his trance. He smiled; even though she didn't want to go, she was willing to for him. He couldn't ask for a better daughter.