A/N: My second Buffy Fic! Please Review!! I know it's short, but I'm working on it!
Disclaimer: I own James, Sarah, Jack and Gwen, no one else, they all belong to Joss.
The Hand Rocked the Cradle
Prelude
"James, I'm pregnant," said Sarah, his nineteen year old girlfriend.
"Sarah! That's great! Will you marry me?"
"Yes."
Sarah's blue eyes filled with happy tears, her blonde hair blowing in the breeze. James hugged her, and kissed her. They were married ten months later, with their son, Jack Lyon, with them. They never planned on having another child, until one day, twelve years later, Sarah became pregnant again, this time it was a girl, they named her Gwenivere Marie.
Five years and three months later, Sarah had Gwen out in the back yard when the house caught fire, while Jack and his father were trapped inside Sarah ran back inside, leaving the child alone. No one ever came back out of that house. A while later, a man picked Gwen up, and then gave her to another man who put her in a car, with blankets and food, and took her to Sunnydale, California. When he got there, he took a cab to an appartment complex, then took the child up to the door of 136 B, sat her on the mat, asleep, with her few things, in front of the door, rang the doorbell and left.
Disclaimer: I own James, Sarah, Jack and Gwen, no one else, they all belong to Joss.
The Hand Rocked the Cradle
Prelude
"James, I'm pregnant," said Sarah, his nineteen year old girlfriend.
"Sarah! That's great! Will you marry me?"
"Yes."
Sarah's blue eyes filled with happy tears, her blonde hair blowing in the breeze. James hugged her, and kissed her. They were married ten months later, with their son, Jack Lyon, with them. They never planned on having another child, until one day, twelve years later, Sarah became pregnant again, this time it was a girl, they named her Gwenivere Marie.
Five years and three months later, Sarah had Gwen out in the back yard when the house caught fire, while Jack and his father were trapped inside Sarah ran back inside, leaving the child alone. No one ever came back out of that house. A while later, a man picked Gwen up, and then gave her to another man who put her in a car, with blankets and food, and took her to Sunnydale, California. When he got there, he took a cab to an appartment complex, then took the child up to the door of 136 B, sat her on the mat, asleep, with her few things, in front of the door, rang the doorbell and left.
