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Daniel Osbourne, otherwise known as Oz, gripped the little boy's hand, making sure he didn't go too fast, lest the little boy fall behind. The LA streets were rough, and he didn't want to lose the little boy. His eyes flicked downwards, just to make sure that the he was still there, the child was precious.
Idly he looked back on his life, and how had he gotten this far. Wasn't it only two years ago that he was a college student that was too busy with his girlfriend to even think about school work, and one couldn't forget about fighting the evils of the night. How had he come to looking after a little boy? It was a question he really didn't have an answer for.
A tug on his hand made him look down again once more. "Yes?" he asked, blinking, but otherwise remaining impassive
"Tired," the little boy told him, his hands up in a silent demand. Obligingly Oz stooped and pulled the child up. The red head, now a blue head to make things fair, grinned slightly as the little boy yawned and sighed before putting his head at the crook of Oz's neck.
"You'll be too big to carry soon," Oz said softly, leaning his cheek against the little boy's head affectionately.
"Will not," came the determined reply, just as soft
Oz smirked slightly, but stayed silent. Still walking down the street, he hoped that he could find the help he was looking for. Looking down again at the little boy that lay in his arms, he nodded. Yeah, they would need it bad.
Angel was sitting at the front desk, drawing idly; he was bored. Being stuck with a broken foot was not fun. Even with his vampire healing, he could be out of the loop for a couple of days. Desperately he hoped it would not come to that. A couple of hours of this were bad enough.
Throwing down his pencil, he glared at the doodle. "Stupid Oraghe demon, should have killed it gotten out of the way when I had the chance, but no, I had to let it land on my foot," Angel grumbled to himself. He had gone over the scene from the night before over and over again, telling himself exactly what went wrong and what he should have done instead.
"Are you brooding again?" asked the amused voice of Fred.
Looking up, Angel saw the petite Texan girl holding a cup of steaming cup of marshmallows, which she put in front of him. "Maybe," he told her, at least allowing him to look a bit sheepish before taking a sip of the warm beverage.
"I hope not, Cordy told me not to let you brood," Fred told him, smiling warmly. Joking came easily with her boss, as she knew how he hated being cooped up without fighting. It made him feel useless.
Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of the front door opening. Looking up, Angel saw someone who he hadn't seen in a good three or four years. "Oz?" he questioned tentively. The shorter man looked up and nodded giving him a ghost of a smile. Walking over, Oz shifted his burden slightly. Angel was surprised to see that it was a young child, which confused him even more. What was the wandering werewolf doing with a child, Oz had never seemed the type that would be drawn to little kids.
"We there yet?" a small voice asked. Oz nodded and whispered something in the child's ear. The child looked up and stared at Angel. "You save and save, never helps," the little boy said before putting his head back on Oz's shoulder and popping a thumb into his mouth. Gently, Oz reached up gently, and pulled the digit out of the boy's mouth. It promptly went back in. Once again Oz reached up and pulled it away, and once again the little boy put in his mouth. This went back and forth for a couple minutes before Oz's eyes darkened a bit. "JP," he said softly and calmly. "Stop it, it'll ruin your teeth."
"No it won't," the little boy, JP, said just as soft, yet the other two could hear him perfectly well.
"Yes it will," Oz told him.
"No it won't."
"Yes it will."
"No it won't."
"Yes it will."
"No it won't."
"Yes it will."
"No it won't."
"Yes it will."
"No it won't."
Instead of answering the boy, Oz initiated a staring contest. They were silent for the next few moments, daring the other to look away.
"No it wooonnnnnttt!" JP finished the argument by drawing the last word out longer than anyone thought was possible.
By that time, people had come out of the office to see what the commotion was. Soon everyone, including Lorne, Wesley, Fred, Angel and eventually Cordelia, was standing in the lobby, watching the usually laconic Oz, who never said more than a few words at a time, squabble with a young child. The argument seemed comfortable as an old sweatshirt as well as well defined, as if this particular argument was always taking place between the two.
"Oz, you do realize you're fighting with a four year old?" Cordelia asked.
"Five," both JP and Oz answered at the same time.
Cordelia rolled her eyes in good humor, but a smile was fixated on her face, "Fine then. Oz, do you realize your fighting with a five year old?"
It was Oz's turn to roll his eyes, which was a strange site to see. This was Oz, the strangely silent one with no facial expressions, but here he was, interacting with the small child on a very familiar level. It confused everyone who knew him "You would too if it was between you and him," he said simply, and left it at that.
JP blinked as Oz said this, his eyes trained on Cordelia. "You see things others don't," he told the group.
Oz's mouth moved slightly, "Kids say the strangest things, don't they?" he asked.
The other's only nodded in agreement, not really sure how to respond to the obvious comment. The moment of silence was broken when the door opened and the missing party of four walked in.
"Honey, we're home!" a dark haired girl said, a crossbow resting on her shoulder. She grinned in Connor's direction; he just rolled his eyes in annoyance and muttered something about television and how the TVLand channel should be abolished. With everyone's attention focused on the group, many asking how the patrol went, no one noticed the little boy that was glaring at all of them, chewing on his bottom lip.
As quick as a flash, JP was out of Oz's arms and was charging at the group. "Killers!" he screamed, hysterical.
No one, so surprised at the boy's movements, made a move, save for Connor, who crouched, and when the boy was close enough, tackled him. JP fought against the stronger male, but Connor held firm, determined not to let the strange little boy go.
The dark haired girl glared at Connor, "Let him go, he's just a little boy," she demanded, Connor ignored her.
JP's continued struggles got him no where, so he did the only thing he could think of, he made a move to bite. Fortunately for everyone, Oz saw the usual precursors to biting and was able to rush over and grab his chin, causing two things. One, JP was unable to open his mouth and two; it caused him to look directly into Oz's eyes.
"No biting," the older of the two said, before taking the five-year-old from Connor and placing him in a chair on the opposite side of the room. Walking back to the group, he shrugged slightly. "Sorry," he said simply.
"Is there something we should know? You know, the whole killers thing will be a real turn off when he grows up," Cordelia asked.
Everyone's eyes darted to the little boy who sat on the other side of the room, currently swinging his legs back and forth, and looking at the wall with some kind of interest. They then turned to Oz, who shrugged his shoulders slightly.
"We, JP and I, need help. Something is happening, don't know what," he told them.
"How big?" Fred asked, wondering if they had any information on the new threat.
Oz shrugged once more, "Not to sure. People are looking for JP, for reasons I don't want to know. Things…happened when he was younger."
"What kind of things?" Connor asked, looking at the shorter man and then at the child. They looked similar, and idly he wondered what kind of relation they had to one another.
"Bad things. Heard of the Initiative? Think of that, when you're four, alone, and people you trusted let it happen," Oz's eyes grew dark when he started talking about what happened to the young boy. "He was exposed to things that shouldn't been seen by anyone. And those things happened to demons. Most likely he smelled the demon blood on you all." Oz gestured towards Connor, Gunn, a dark haired girl, and the other guy.
"Hi, I'm Kieran McDonald," the girl said, smiling jovially.
"Kieran?" Oz inquired, eyebrow raised.
She shrugged, "My mom was drugged up. My oldest brother got stuck with a girly name. So it's a fair trade off. But I'm the slayer in residence," the girl finished introducing herself by holding out her hand.
"Slayer?" Oz questioned. He thought he knew both the slayers.
"Okay, slayer in waiting, slayer in training, potential, whatever you want to call me, I'm it. I just wasn't called when the last one was, Faith was it?" she turned to look at the white male that Oz did not recognize; he nodded. "Faith. Since she's in jail, and Buffy's gone, I'm the one with the most training, so I'm it. And if Faith doesn't die in the next two years, I'm off the hook. But if she does die, I'm the best bet, although it could be one of the others."
"Buffy's dead?" Oz asked, color draining from his face. His thoughts turned to Willow and her safety.
Kieran shrugged, "Guess so. Never did get to meet the blonde bombshell."
"I'm Austin Jacobs. Ex-potential-watcher," the guy Kieran had looked to introduced himself.
"Daddy, can I get up now?" JP called from where he was.
"Daddy?" Angel and Cordelia said at the same time. They weren't aware of Oz's parental status.
Oz gave them an Oz grin, which consisted of a slight moving of the lips. "I knew I forgot to tell you guys something…"
Surrounded by books, papers, her laptop, and other necessities needed to translate, Esther Goldstein twirled a bit of her hair around her finger in a nervous habit. "What the hell?" she muttered to herself. Shifting the computer off her lap, she reached over and picked up a thick book. "The Prophetica," she read as she traced over the letters that made up the title. Quickly she flipped a well-thumbed page.
"This doesn't make any sense whatsoever," she told the sleeping tabby that sat at the end of her bed, out of the way of the mess of papers. The tabby looked up, yawned and went back to her catnap. Cracking a small smile, Esther began glancing at a translation that sat next to her.
Taking off her oval glasses, Esther rubbed her eyes. As she did so, she glanced over to her best side table was, it was late, her clock told her so. Blowing out her candle, she sighed, she would have to put her musings on tomorrow's to do list. Maybe then she could actually make sense of off of it, at least maybe then it make even a bit more sense when she was rested. With that last thought, she started cleaning up her papers before clicking out the light and crawling into bed, soon dropping off into sleep.
Look, it's 2,000 words! Bwhaha, I love this. So what do you all think, Make mee feel loved, and review, please? I'll get Comdey of Errors out sooner or later, promise, you just need to review, so I can feel loved!
Okay, before you all freak on me….here is the time line so far. Since this is a Buffy/Angel crossover, I included both seasons.
Season 5/Season 2: Connor born and was taken away to another plane by Doyle because the powers told him to. Aka, Doyle was made into an Angel after he sacrificed himself. He kept Connor for a couple months, which seemed like15 years. So there's no real hate between Angel and Connor. Connor just doesn't respect our lovely souled vampire. JP was in the Initiatvie (it was under a different name), he was four at the time. Buffy died.
Season 6/Season 3: Kieran and Austin come to LA to help out. JP and Oz were traveling around the West Coast and eventually to LA, where this takes place.
Daniel Osbourne, otherwise known as Oz, gripped the little boy's hand, making sure he didn't go too fast, lest the little boy fall behind. The LA streets were rough, and he didn't want to lose the little boy. His eyes flicked downwards, just to make sure that the he was still there, the child was precious.
Idly he looked back on his life, and how had he gotten this far. Wasn't it only two years ago that he was a college student that was too busy with his girlfriend to even think about school work, and one couldn't forget about fighting the evils of the night. How had he come to looking after a little boy? It was a question he really didn't have an answer for.
A tug on his hand made him look down again once more. "Yes?" he asked, blinking, but otherwise remaining impassive
"Tired," the little boy told him, his hands up in a silent demand. Obligingly Oz stooped and pulled the child up. The red head, now a blue head to make things fair, grinned slightly as the little boy yawned and sighed before putting his head at the crook of Oz's neck.
"You'll be too big to carry soon," Oz said softly, leaning his cheek against the little boy's head affectionately.
"Will not," came the determined reply, just as soft
Oz smirked slightly, but stayed silent. Still walking down the street, he hoped that he could find the help he was looking for. Looking down again at the little boy that lay in his arms, he nodded. Yeah, they would need it bad.
Angel was sitting at the front desk, drawing idly; he was bored. Being stuck with a broken foot was not fun. Even with his vampire healing, he could be out of the loop for a couple of days. Desperately he hoped it would not come to that. A couple of hours of this were bad enough.
Throwing down his pencil, he glared at the doodle. "Stupid Oraghe demon, should have killed it gotten out of the way when I had the chance, but no, I had to let it land on my foot," Angel grumbled to himself. He had gone over the scene from the night before over and over again, telling himself exactly what went wrong and what he should have done instead.
"Are you brooding again?" asked the amused voice of Fred.
Looking up, Angel saw the petite Texan girl holding a cup of steaming cup of marshmallows, which she put in front of him. "Maybe," he told her, at least allowing him to look a bit sheepish before taking a sip of the warm beverage.
"I hope not, Cordy told me not to let you brood," Fred told him, smiling warmly. Joking came easily with her boss, as she knew how he hated being cooped up without fighting. It made him feel useless.
Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of the front door opening. Looking up, Angel saw someone who he hadn't seen in a good three or four years. "Oz?" he questioned tentively. The shorter man looked up and nodded giving him a ghost of a smile. Walking over, Oz shifted his burden slightly. Angel was surprised to see that it was a young child, which confused him even more. What was the wandering werewolf doing with a child, Oz had never seemed the type that would be drawn to little kids.
"We there yet?" a small voice asked. Oz nodded and whispered something in the child's ear. The child looked up and stared at Angel. "You save and save, never helps," the little boy said before putting his head back on Oz's shoulder and popping a thumb into his mouth. Gently, Oz reached up gently, and pulled the digit out of the boy's mouth. It promptly went back in. Once again Oz reached up and pulled it away, and once again the little boy put in his mouth. This went back and forth for a couple minutes before Oz's eyes darkened a bit. "JP," he said softly and calmly. "Stop it, it'll ruin your teeth."
"No it won't," the little boy, JP, said just as soft, yet the other two could hear him perfectly well.
"Yes it will," Oz told him.
"No it won't."
"Yes it will."
"No it won't."
"Yes it will."
"No it won't."
"Yes it will."
"No it won't."
"Yes it will."
"No it won't."
Instead of answering the boy, Oz initiated a staring contest. They were silent for the next few moments, daring the other to look away.
"No it wooonnnnnttt!" JP finished the argument by drawing the last word out longer than anyone thought was possible.
By that time, people had come out of the office to see what the commotion was. Soon everyone, including Lorne, Wesley, Fred, Angel and eventually Cordelia, was standing in the lobby, watching the usually laconic Oz, who never said more than a few words at a time, squabble with a young child. The argument seemed comfortable as an old sweatshirt as well as well defined, as if this particular argument was always taking place between the two.
"Oz, you do realize you're fighting with a four year old?" Cordelia asked.
"Five," both JP and Oz answered at the same time.
Cordelia rolled her eyes in good humor, but a smile was fixated on her face, "Fine then. Oz, do you realize your fighting with a five year old?"
It was Oz's turn to roll his eyes, which was a strange site to see. This was Oz, the strangely silent one with no facial expressions, but here he was, interacting with the small child on a very familiar level. It confused everyone who knew him "You would too if it was between you and him," he said simply, and left it at that.
JP blinked as Oz said this, his eyes trained on Cordelia. "You see things others don't," he told the group.
Oz's mouth moved slightly, "Kids say the strangest things, don't they?" he asked.
The other's only nodded in agreement, not really sure how to respond to the obvious comment. The moment of silence was broken when the door opened and the missing party of four walked in.
"Honey, we're home!" a dark haired girl said, a crossbow resting on her shoulder. She grinned in Connor's direction; he just rolled his eyes in annoyance and muttered something about television and how the TVLand channel should be abolished. With everyone's attention focused on the group, many asking how the patrol went, no one noticed the little boy that was glaring at all of them, chewing on his bottom lip.
As quick as a flash, JP was out of Oz's arms and was charging at the group. "Killers!" he screamed, hysterical.
No one, so surprised at the boy's movements, made a move, save for Connor, who crouched, and when the boy was close enough, tackled him. JP fought against the stronger male, but Connor held firm, determined not to let the strange little boy go.
The dark haired girl glared at Connor, "Let him go, he's just a little boy," she demanded, Connor ignored her.
JP's continued struggles got him no where, so he did the only thing he could think of, he made a move to bite. Fortunately for everyone, Oz saw the usual precursors to biting and was able to rush over and grab his chin, causing two things. One, JP was unable to open his mouth and two; it caused him to look directly into Oz's eyes.
"No biting," the older of the two said, before taking the five-year-old from Connor and placing him in a chair on the opposite side of the room. Walking back to the group, he shrugged slightly. "Sorry," he said simply.
"Is there something we should know? You know, the whole killers thing will be a real turn off when he grows up," Cordelia asked.
Everyone's eyes darted to the little boy who sat on the other side of the room, currently swinging his legs back and forth, and looking at the wall with some kind of interest. They then turned to Oz, who shrugged his shoulders slightly.
"We, JP and I, need help. Something is happening, don't know what," he told them.
"How big?" Fred asked, wondering if they had any information on the new threat.
Oz shrugged once more, "Not to sure. People are looking for JP, for reasons I don't want to know. Things…happened when he was younger."
"What kind of things?" Connor asked, looking at the shorter man and then at the child. They looked similar, and idly he wondered what kind of relation they had to one another.
"Bad things. Heard of the Initiative? Think of that, when you're four, alone, and people you trusted let it happen," Oz's eyes grew dark when he started talking about what happened to the young boy. "He was exposed to things that shouldn't been seen by anyone. And those things happened to demons. Most likely he smelled the demon blood on you all." Oz gestured towards Connor, Gunn, a dark haired girl, and the other guy.
"Hi, I'm Kieran McDonald," the girl said, smiling jovially.
"Kieran?" Oz inquired, eyebrow raised.
She shrugged, "My mom was drugged up. My oldest brother got stuck with a girly name. So it's a fair trade off. But I'm the slayer in residence," the girl finished introducing herself by holding out her hand.
"Slayer?" Oz questioned. He thought he knew both the slayers.
"Okay, slayer in waiting, slayer in training, potential, whatever you want to call me, I'm it. I just wasn't called when the last one was, Faith was it?" she turned to look at the white male that Oz did not recognize; he nodded. "Faith. Since she's in jail, and Buffy's gone, I'm the one with the most training, so I'm it. And if Faith doesn't die in the next two years, I'm off the hook. But if she does die, I'm the best bet, although it could be one of the others."
"Buffy's dead?" Oz asked, color draining from his face. His thoughts turned to Willow and her safety.
Kieran shrugged, "Guess so. Never did get to meet the blonde bombshell."
"I'm Austin Jacobs. Ex-potential-watcher," the guy Kieran had looked to introduced himself.
"Daddy, can I get up now?" JP called from where he was.
"Daddy?" Angel and Cordelia said at the same time. They weren't aware of Oz's parental status.
Oz gave them an Oz grin, which consisted of a slight moving of the lips. "I knew I forgot to tell you guys something…"
Surrounded by books, papers, her laptop, and other necessities needed to translate, Esther Goldstein twirled a bit of her hair around her finger in a nervous habit. "What the hell?" she muttered to herself. Shifting the computer off her lap, she reached over and picked up a thick book. "The Prophetica," she read as she traced over the letters that made up the title. Quickly she flipped a well-thumbed page.
"This doesn't make any sense whatsoever," she told the sleeping tabby that sat at the end of her bed, out of the way of the mess of papers. The tabby looked up, yawned and went back to her catnap. Cracking a small smile, Esther began glancing at a translation that sat next to her.
Taking off her oval glasses, Esther rubbed her eyes. As she did so, she glanced over to her best side table was, it was late, her clock told her so. Blowing out her candle, she sighed, she would have to put her musings on tomorrow's to do list. Maybe then she could actually make sense of off of it, at least maybe then it make even a bit more sense when she was rested. With that last thought, she started cleaning up her papers before clicking out the light and crawling into bed, soon dropping off into sleep.
Look, it's 2,000 words! Bwhaha, I love this. So what do you all think, Make mee feel loved, and review, please? I'll get Comdey of Errors out sooner or later, promise, you just need to review, so I can feel loved!
Okay, before you all freak on me….here is the time line so far. Since this is a Buffy/Angel crossover, I included both seasons.
Season 5/Season 2: Connor born and was taken away to another plane by Doyle because the powers told him to. Aka, Doyle was made into an Angel after he sacrificed himself. He kept Connor for a couple months, which seemed like15 years. So there's no real hate between Angel and Connor. Connor just doesn't respect our lovely souled vampire. JP was in the Initiatvie (it was under a different name), he was four at the time. Buffy died.
Season 6/Season 3: Kieran and Austin come to LA to help out. JP and Oz were traveling around the West Coast and eventually to LA, where this takes place.
