Author: Vona
Title: Protected
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon, WB, UPN and Mutant Enemy owns them all. I'm not even going to pretend.
Rating: PG-13
It will be a crossover with BTVS. Some minor spoilers, mostly for Buffy.
Feedback: I need it like I need Wesley...which is a lot.
Distribution: A Whole New World, definitely, anyone else, just ask.
Pairings: Okay, there's a lot of them...I seem to have this need to pair everyone up. It's mostly Connor and an original character and Wesley and Fred. Some minor C/C, only because I have to face the fact that unfortunately Cordy is pregnant. But it's nothing major. Also, A/C, Gunn/Faith, S/B, D/Andrew, some W/K.
Summary: Okay, set after Orpheous. Up to the point right before Faith and Willow left for Sunnydale. For the purposes of my story, Willow and Faith are still in Los Angeles. Wesley's battered little sister shows up, bringing along her own magick. The Wyndam-Pryces have to face their demons while trying to save the world...again.
Protected
Chapter One
Arrival
Mercy limped up the stone stairs to the entrance of the Hyperion Hotel. The sun streamed on her chocolate colored hair, making it seem like glittery fudge. Her black eye was turning a lovely shade of blue, not quite the same hue as her irises. A bright red gash marred her olive skin. She opened the heavy wooden door to the hotel and stepped inside the lobby. Five people glance up and stared. She started to blush self-conciously, suddenly aware of her injuries.
"Do you need some help, Miss?" A girl with a soft Southern drawl questioned. Mercy smiled briefy. "Is this the Hyperion Hotel?"
"Yes."
"Is, uh, Wesley Wyndam-Pryce in?"
The girl seemed surprised, but nodded slowly.
"He's upstairs. I can take you to him."
Wesley descended the staircase, as if on cue, and holding a book, babbling, "The Beast's Master must be a Galrok demon or have some part of Galrok demon. It comes from the dimension...Mercy!"
"A dimension called Mercy?" Fred stuttered, confused. Mercy had dropped her bag and ran to Wesley's open arms.
"My beautiful Mercy."
"My brilliant Wesley."
They embraced tightly to the surprise of every member of Angel Investigations.
"You look absolutely smashing!"
He pulled away from Mercy and examined her face. He brushed her cheek gently.
"This is my fault."
"Don't be such a pillock. It is nothing of the sort."
Mercy spoke with a British accent even more distiguishable than Wesley's.
He smiled at her wanly.
"If I had come back after the Council fired me, I could have stopped it."
"So, it's best to let the wankers win? So father can work you over good and proper, again!"
Wesley's head hung, slightly. Mercy sighed.
"Aren't you going to introduce me to your mates, or am I going to have to guess their names?"
"Oh! That's Angel, Fred, Connor, Gunn and Cordelia. This is my sister, Mercy Wyndam-Pryce, 16-year-old girl and flourishing sorceress."
Mercy smiled warmly at the gang, before turning back to Wesley.
"I've been saving my quid so I could visit you. I had to get away. My ticket back home leaves in a week."
"You absolutely will not be returning there. You can live here. Mum can have your things shipped."
She tried to protest, but her blue eyes mirrored both her relief and pleasure.
"Connor can take you to your room. I need to finish up here and then we'll take care of dinner. We can go out to eat."
Mercy nodded and followed the brooding boy down the corridor.
"So, you're a witch?" Connor asked quietly as they trodded down the dark hall.
"Yes."
"I don't get all that mojo crap. It never works."
Mercy shook her head, challenging his very words. She held out her hand, palm up.
"Carribrum. Terese. Slakundey."
A golden globe of light appeared in her hand. She twisted it around her head and a stream of light shot down the hall, brightening it.
"Maybe it does work." Connor conceded grudgingly and he opened the door. Connor flipped on the lamp. He watched Mercy make her palm in an elaborate gesture, clinching it into a fist. The golden sphere disappeared into thin air. Connor almost nodded appreciatively. Almost. Mercy seemed to know what she was doing. Finally, they wouldn't have to go into magick blindly.
"So, who do you know here?" Mercy questioned. Wesley never mentioned Connor in any of his few letters.
"Angel's my dad."
"He seems young to have a son your age."
"He's 256."
"Oh. Right, then."
Connor nearly smiled at her.
"So, how old are you, Connor?"
"That could get complicated."
"Cor, boy, it's a simple question."
"I would be somewhere around a year old in this realm."
Mercy tilted her head, not quite understanding.
"All right." She said it slowly, drawing out each syllable.
Connor finally did release a grin, glad she didn't question it.
"Let's go find my big brother."
"Wesley never told us he had a sister."
"He probably doesn't talk about his family at all."
Connor nodded in silent agreement. They headed to the lobby together.
Title: Protected
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon, WB, UPN and Mutant Enemy owns them all. I'm not even going to pretend.
Rating: PG-13
It will be a crossover with BTVS. Some minor spoilers, mostly for Buffy.
Feedback: I need it like I need Wesley...which is a lot.
Distribution: A Whole New World, definitely, anyone else, just ask.
Pairings: Okay, there's a lot of them...I seem to have this need to pair everyone up. It's mostly Connor and an original character and Wesley and Fred. Some minor C/C, only because I have to face the fact that unfortunately Cordy is pregnant. But it's nothing major. Also, A/C, Gunn/Faith, S/B, D/Andrew, some W/K.
Summary: Okay, set after Orpheous. Up to the point right before Faith and Willow left for Sunnydale. For the purposes of my story, Willow and Faith are still in Los Angeles. Wesley's battered little sister shows up, bringing along her own magick. The Wyndam-Pryces have to face their demons while trying to save the world...again.
Protected
Chapter One
Arrival
Mercy limped up the stone stairs to the entrance of the Hyperion Hotel. The sun streamed on her chocolate colored hair, making it seem like glittery fudge. Her black eye was turning a lovely shade of blue, not quite the same hue as her irises. A bright red gash marred her olive skin. She opened the heavy wooden door to the hotel and stepped inside the lobby. Five people glance up and stared. She started to blush self-conciously, suddenly aware of her injuries.
"Do you need some help, Miss?" A girl with a soft Southern drawl questioned. Mercy smiled briefy. "Is this the Hyperion Hotel?"
"Yes."
"Is, uh, Wesley Wyndam-Pryce in?"
The girl seemed surprised, but nodded slowly.
"He's upstairs. I can take you to him."
Wesley descended the staircase, as if on cue, and holding a book, babbling, "The Beast's Master must be a Galrok demon or have some part of Galrok demon. It comes from the dimension...Mercy!"
"A dimension called Mercy?" Fred stuttered, confused. Mercy had dropped her bag and ran to Wesley's open arms.
"My beautiful Mercy."
"My brilliant Wesley."
They embraced tightly to the surprise of every member of Angel Investigations.
"You look absolutely smashing!"
He pulled away from Mercy and examined her face. He brushed her cheek gently.
"This is my fault."
"Don't be such a pillock. It is nothing of the sort."
Mercy spoke with a British accent even more distiguishable than Wesley's.
He smiled at her wanly.
"If I had come back after the Council fired me, I could have stopped it."
"So, it's best to let the wankers win? So father can work you over good and proper, again!"
Wesley's head hung, slightly. Mercy sighed.
"Aren't you going to introduce me to your mates, or am I going to have to guess their names?"
"Oh! That's Angel, Fred, Connor, Gunn and Cordelia. This is my sister, Mercy Wyndam-Pryce, 16-year-old girl and flourishing sorceress."
Mercy smiled warmly at the gang, before turning back to Wesley.
"I've been saving my quid so I could visit you. I had to get away. My ticket back home leaves in a week."
"You absolutely will not be returning there. You can live here. Mum can have your things shipped."
She tried to protest, but her blue eyes mirrored both her relief and pleasure.
"Connor can take you to your room. I need to finish up here and then we'll take care of dinner. We can go out to eat."
Mercy nodded and followed the brooding boy down the corridor.
"So, you're a witch?" Connor asked quietly as they trodded down the dark hall.
"Yes."
"I don't get all that mojo crap. It never works."
Mercy shook her head, challenging his very words. She held out her hand, palm up.
"Carribrum. Terese. Slakundey."
A golden globe of light appeared in her hand. She twisted it around her head and a stream of light shot down the hall, brightening it.
"Maybe it does work." Connor conceded grudgingly and he opened the door. Connor flipped on the lamp. He watched Mercy make her palm in an elaborate gesture, clinching it into a fist. The golden sphere disappeared into thin air. Connor almost nodded appreciatively. Almost. Mercy seemed to know what she was doing. Finally, they wouldn't have to go into magick blindly.
"So, who do you know here?" Mercy questioned. Wesley never mentioned Connor in any of his few letters.
"Angel's my dad."
"He seems young to have a son your age."
"He's 256."
"Oh. Right, then."
Connor nearly smiled at her.
"So, how old are you, Connor?"
"That could get complicated."
"Cor, boy, it's a simple question."
"I would be somewhere around a year old in this realm."
Mercy tilted her head, not quite understanding.
"All right." She said it slowly, drawing out each syllable.
Connor finally did release a grin, glad she didn't question it.
"Let's go find my big brother."
"Wesley never told us he had a sister."
"He probably doesn't talk about his family at all."
Connor nodded in silent agreement. They headed to the lobby together.