Author's Note: el85: Lulu was protecting a little girl she had been taking care of when she died. One Nathan thought was a threat because of her ability to locate others of their kind.

Anyway here is an ADORABLE little story!

GABRIEL GRAY: Sugar High

"Daddy! Look!" At the sound of a five year old I turned. I should have suspected some kind of odd behavior from my youngest, but not this. Not two pink pixie sticks sticking out of her button nose.

She ran her fingers over the white surface of the paper. Purple sparks were a bad idea. My eyes went wide at the sight. I went to grab her, but she bolted. Running on her lightening. I could hear the purple blur giggle behind me.

"Catch me Daddy!" She squealed and I wondered why me? What had I ever done to deserve such an overactive child on my hands? Oh right I killed a bunch of people.

"Ginny, this is not funny." I quickly turned seeing her standing on my desk. It was at that moment I saw the spilled dusty sugar scattered about the papers. She smiled showing off her chiclet teeth. Her jeans curled at her ankles because Elle always bought her clothes too big. At least her pants. Her purple ruffled blouse flared at the bottom. She twisted the long paper sticks further into her nose.

I flicked my two fingers toward me allowing the stick and sugar to spill from my daughter's nose. She sneezed rubbing her nose. Even as much trouble as she was she was adorable.

"No fair. No powers." She sneezed cutely pouting as she sat down on my desk. I merely smiled victorious. She had given in. Given up. I thought it would have taken more, but I saw her legs swinging fast. Kicking almost in protest. Like she expected me to come.

"We're at Daddy's work." I stated coming to scoop her up. She continued kicking. I waved my hand allowing her kicks to slowly stop. She puckered her lip in a way I recognized as her mother's. "Powers are free to use." I lifted her into my arms squeezing her nose. Pink sugar stuck to my fingers. She gripped my neck shocking me.

"Daddy I want to run." Her feet started beating my chest with little shocks from her sneakers. "Put me down. I wanna run." Sugar shock. Sugar rush. Sugar high. Whatever it was called Ginny had it.

"Take a deep breath Ginny." I told her first trying to calm the child down. Her fists began to pound me. Small sparks that merely singed my chest. "Ginny." It was a warning. Like a count of three. By the time I count to three she had better be calm or I was going to shock her back. One. She pressed her thumb to my throat. Two. She kicked me hard like a soccer player. Three. She hit her head into my shoulder burying it. She bit my shoulder hard. I groaned. I shocked her butt with blue electric. She jumped in my arms, but stayed still. She let her tiny teeth out of my black shirt.

"I warned you." I said as she breathed and calmed down. "What did we talk about Gin-Gin? About biting?" I rubbed my hand against her back trying to calm her more.

"Babies bite." She mumbled into my shirt drooling as she spoke. She sneezed into it.

"You aren't a baby, right?" I asked her bouncing her higher so she could look into my eyes. Her eyes were the same dark knowing I had long dreaded over the years.

"No Daddy." She assured me pulling a smile out of her emotional response. "I'm a big girl." I gave a smile to her pressing my large hand to her soft dark brown curls. The other hand held her closer.

"That's right." I assured her kissing her tiny forehead. "And big girls don't run around their Daddy's office putting pixie sticks up their noses." She smiled pressing her forehead to mine. The feeling of kinship with this little girl was strong inside me. In my blood. Her heat pulsed against my forehead. Mine into hers.

It was amazing how it felt to be a parent. With Noah I felt complete. Whole for the first time. Elle and I had created something together. Something that wasn't evil and caused mayhem and grief. That didn't backfire. Someone we could raise and most importantly love together. He was ours. Something made out of love. Our love. Our existence. The hunger didn't go away, but Noah gave me a reason to stay clean for my family.

Than came Ginny. She was different. Special. So different from Noah in many ways. Having a girl made me become more emotional. More protective than I already was. When I held her close or swayed with her she reacted differently than Noah. She loved when I held her. She watched me very carefully, but playfully as well. Elle chalked it up to boys loving their mothers and girls adoring their daddies. I would have done the same if not for Ginny being so . . .special.

My daughter was like me. Whatever my power was called. Intuitive Aptitude. She had it and it made me feel a new found understanding. She fiddled with watches and liked to watch me fiddle too. She had a rubix cube with her which she solved in a matter of minutes. Elle thought she was a genius though I couldn't imagine the two of us breeding geniuses let alone two of them. We found a common ground. I understood why my daughter did the things she did. Though I wasn't sure why she needed to know what snorting pixie sticks would be like. I still worried about her future. The hunger she showed at times. She was stronger than I was though. She had good parents who loved her no matter what. That was what sated the hunger.

"Daddy are you mad at me?" She asked puckering her lips and rubbing her nose with one hand as the other squeezed tight to my neck.

"No, Ginny." I pushed her close as I spoke. "I just don't like you having too much sugar." I thought for a moment. Where had she gotten the pixie sticks? "Baby," I pushed her so I could look into her face. "Where did you get the candy?" She pulled her lips into a soft childish grin I wished would last forever.

"From Uncle Luke." She said as if it were obvious. It was actually. I smiled devilishly at the girl. Oh I was going to kill my brother.

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"I thought I told you not to give the hyperactive five year old candy." My voice was low and ominous at the counter where Luke was teaching our resident cooler, Kevin Reed how to make a baked ziti. Ginny was sleepy from all the running. Kevin tripped over his own feet as he looked at me. I pushed my face forward scaring the boy. He obviously still remembered our first meeting. That had not been a good day. Luke peered up from the oven trying to hide the smile. Ginny's leg twitched against his brother's body.

"Well she asked." He shrugged tightening his apron. "What kind of uncle would I be if I didn't give it to her?" I groaned.

"A damn good one." I told him in a low tone. He laughed to himself as the child curled her fingers around my shirt.

"Right," He said pulling the ziti from the oven. "And when was the last time I acted responsible?" He had me there. My brother was an adult, but he sure as hell didn't act like one. Maybe it was his upbringing or his need to be the cool uncle. He was the only uncle though so I didn't get him there. "Freeze this for me, Kev."

I felt my daughter twitch at the phrase. Her head resting to watch a weary Kevin step forward toward the bake ziti. I wondered if Sparrow was scaring him with stories of me killing everyone with abilities. It was her way as it was my way to ignore her to no end. Kevin slowly moved his hand over the ziti. I could almost feel the sensation of cold air join around his palm. In a quick sudden burst white dust curled form his hand. Ginny sucked in a breath. Her hands crushing my neck. Excitement. The thudding of her heart cased me to involuntarily shift her because I recognize it. Murder.

"Can I have it?" Her fingers reached toward Kevin as she spoke. Kevin looked over at us as he lifted his hand slowly. Like he was pulling away from a trigger. I know what he sees in her. The deadly look he expects from me. The actual serial killer. "I want it." Her body leaned toward him. Kevin took a step back and I can see Luke hiding a smile.

"Ginny, we don't hurt people. Or take their powers." I told her. I know every time my daughter gets an idea in her head on how to use a power to her advantage she wants it. Wants to covet it. Keep it like a present. I can't blame her. What I wouldn't give to make it snow just for her. I shake myself from a little rush of hunger. She pulled back understanding.

"No." She sighed pushing her chin on my shoulder pouting as she looked away from the power. Her lost chance at snow. "I guess not."

"Good girl." I rubbed her back softly eyeing Luke with a raised eyebrow. He shrugged to himself thinking it wasn't his fault my daughter had murderous intentions toward his co-worker. "You know sugar makes her lose focus."

"Well she's never threatened to murder anyone before." Luke laughed as my child twitched in my arms. Kevin looked like a deer caught in dense head lights.

"Not that you've seen." It's only happened twice before. Both with either Peter or Noah around. Once Elle was there to hear the four year old ask if she could kill a woman with the ability to reanimate objects. My wife hadn't been happy about that. "It's better than what she said to Mrs. Kinnley." I smiled thinking of my kid's clever lines. "Can I see how her brain works?" Ginny shuffled in my arms as Luke hid a laugh and Kevin shuttered with fear.

"Mrs. Kinnley was mean." Ginny pouted pressing her lips into my shirt. "She wouldn't make Juju dance." Right my daughter's precious little stuffed rabbit. An object I was glad didn't become real as it creped me out. Rabbits always creped me out. I laughed at her rubbing her back. "Is Mommy coming soon?"

I love how she prided herself with asking. Like Elle was more important than a power. To me she was and apparently my daughter knew she was as well. Elle was the anchor that kept both of us down. Both of us from going on a murderous rampage. Kept us from getting into our own forms of sugar.

"She took Noah with Peter to check on a case remember?" I told my daughter rocking her and ignoring Luke and Kevin. Luke was attempting to distract the boy with rules and regulations. He was still a bit freaked a five year old had threatened to kill him and probably would win if ever there were a fight.

"With the cats?" She mumbled tugging at my hair. I nodded slowly laughing pushing her closer to me in a decent hug. "I'm glad I got to stay with you." She pressed her head into my shoulder fondly. I smiled turning around to walk away from my brother.

"Me too." I whispered softer than normal as my little girl sighed like an angel in my arms.