A/N: I wished I owned it all but I don't. That honor is Whedon's alone except for Mina and few others. Thanx to all who're reading this story and thanx to the one review. It ain't much but it made me do the happy dance.
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Mina walked down the alleyways of LA as the sky continued to darken. The sun had set about an hour before giving Mina time to patrol in quiet thought. This was one of her favorite times of day the hour or two after sun set. Dark enough for her to maybe catch a vamp off guard and give herself a quick warm-up but still early enough to have time to her own thoughts. When Mina had showed up the demons were practically overtaking parts of the town. Angel was gone and the once powerful Team Angel was no longer. There were still some people who tried to put up a fight, but none were considered to be a real threat. Except for one. Some demons whispered about someone taking to the streets with powers similar to a Slayer's. The murmurs about a boy Slayer were quickly ignored though. The only true Slayers known were no where near LA and the one Champion good had disappeared. The vampires were free to feed in the middle of the streets and demons were free to sacrifice whomever they wished dead. Until she walked onto the street. Now the whispers were more urgent and fearful. Vampires didn't ignore the rumors anymore and became more cautious when hunting. Demons went back into hiding and returned to doing things secretly. A Slayer was in LA and she was strong. Possibly stronger than the one in Sunnydale some even ventured to say. When rumors began of a Slayer, vampires came out in droves to find and kill her. They bragged in the bars of how easily they would drink her dry. Those vampires were never seen again. Mina was still adjusting to life in this world. Having spent 16 years of her life in a dimension that was essentially a dream state didn't completely prepare her for this reality. It felt like it had all been a dream she'd just woken up from. And that was the story she gave people. That she'd spent her life in a coma and now she was awake. Not that she talked to many people. Her landlord and Alyce, her favorite waitress that worked in the Denny's next to her apartment, were Mina's only real human contact. Otherwise it was the enemies she met on the street at night and her little Calico kitty Delilah. And him. Mina felt her face blush as she thought back to her first encounter with Connor a few nights ago. A slight scratchy noise on her right brought her senses back into focus. Slaying was the one thing Mina was sure of in this world. It came naturally of course considering who her mother was. She was the daughter of Buffy Summers, the greatest Slayer the Higher Beings had ever known. With that knowledge came a feeling of both pride and some anxiety. Mina wasn't out to prove she could best her mother, but she didn't want to disappoint her either. The wind shifted causing Mina to breathe deep on instinct. Nothing out of the ordinary was in the air. She could smell them from several miles off if the wind was right. She could hear them better than normal humans could. These things were the things she inherited from her father that only made her a better Slayer. Mina had heightened sense of smell, sight and hearing. Along with the ability to walk almost unheard in the night, even in her 4 inch platform shoes. She stopped to look at herself when she caught her reflection in a dirty window. She had his dark wavy hair. But the rest of her physical appearance was all her mother. At least, that was what Doyle had told her and what she could remember from seeing Buffy in the dreams they were allowed to share sometimes. I wonder if she'll see herself in me, Mina thought, I wonder if there's anything else we share. Mina began moving further down the alley and began thinking of how she might be like her father. Doyle said she was stubborn like him and could be pouty like him as well. That memory made her giggle slightly. Trying to imagine her vampire dad sitting in a room pouting to himself just seemed funny. The happy thoughts were gone quickly when instinct took over. Four vampires were nearby, seven blocks over and to the right she noted mentally. Mina unzipped her sweat jacket to move more and pulled the stake from her back pocket. This was who she was and she excelled in it. Mina was the Slayer. She quickened her pace and headed in the direction of the vampires.
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Angel parked his car on the street and started moving towards the back near the alleyways. He could feel the pull deep in him. A pull that only Buffy had ever managed to maintain and one that he could feel slightly in when he dreamt of the young girl Mina. After a few steps he heard it and so did the others. There was a fight going on and each produced a weapon as they headed for the noise, ready to rescue some unknown innocent. Under the neon signs and a street light, Mina was easily battling four regular vampires. When she came across them, they had been cocky about how they would so easily kill her. Now they were fighting just to have the chance to escape and live one more night. Team Angel stopped and watched as she took the vampires out, each one in turn. The fourth was staked in the chest and kicked in the face, causing him to land in a pile of dust at Angel's feet. She had known they were there. She felt them all when they had stepped onto the street. Especially Angel, who was rooted to the spot. He recognized her immediately, but couldn't believe she was real and standing before him. All those dreams Angel had had wasn't his mind slipping into insanity. They were trying to tell him something. And now he wasn't just realizing she was real but something else about the way she had fought. The way Mina moved tugged at his memory the same way her eyes did. Her beaming smile and graceful movements. Angel had only seen one other person move that way. Who could move as a skilled hunter and keep an innocence all to themselves. But Buffy was miles away why would this girl be able to move like her. His mind was still reeling as she ran up to him and threw her arms around him.
"Dad!" she yelled happily into the night. All eyes looked at her in shock. If Angel's heart had still been beating, at that moment it would've stopped. Mina pulled back realizing Angel was too deep in shock to respond to her hug or her exclamation.
"Dad? Are you ok?" Mina asked worried.
"Angel, are you alright?" Wesley asked stepping forward. He alone wasn't completely overwhelmed by her outburst.
"I, uh, need to sit," Angel said collapsing to the ground.
"Maybe we should go back to the Hyperion and straightened this out. I'm Wesley."
"Mina Summers. Let me help you get him up. I think we should go somewhere so I can explain."
"This is gonna be a long night," Gunn muttered as he guided an unblinking Fred to the car. Wesley and Mina all but carried Angel and set him in the back seat. The drive back to the Hyperion was a quiet and tense one. Mina hoped things would be fine once they all talked. Please, let everything go okay, she prayed to herself silently.