Disclaimer: I own none, only Casey. I may not even own the plot which may
be owned by Ivorycat (read her stories, they're good!). She also may be writing
for this, so look out for her input. Joss, the insane god he is, owns the
whole cast of characters you see, save again, for Casey, she is mine.
Attention: Look, there will be talk of, if not seen, cases of child abuse from Holtz. This happens because in my time line, Holtz took much of his anger out on Casey, and some out on Connor. But Connor was the favorite child of the two. More about that later. There also may be instance of corporal punishment. I would like to inform people that child abuse and corporal punishment are two different things. Corporal punishment will only happen when there is need for it to happen, and it will always be done in a loving environment.
Author's Note: I am going to try and put my teenage characters though what normal teenagers go through. That may be bad grades, idiot teachers, sexual harassment, drugs, alcohol, and that such. Some may be embellished a little, but guess what? If they are, that's because I have yet to experience them in my high school. Now don't say that I make this some kind of soap opera, because quite frankly, life is one.
Summery: The affects of the spell are discovered.
Chapter Twenty-Seven: Noon or Apocalypse, Whichever Comes First
Casey opened her eyes and yawned. Sitting up, she screamed. Her legs didn't even make it halfway down the bed. "Daddy!" she screamed again.
Connor stumbled into the room, "What's all the screaming about?" he asked, "Was trying to sleep you know." He rubbed his eyes and looked up, "Good lord!" he stared at her before turning around and running down the hall and banging on his father's door.
"W'at do ye wan'?" Angel asked, sleep still fogging his eyes, which accounted for his Irish brogue being so apparent.
"It's Casey, she's little!" Connor cried.
Angel sighed and ran a hand through his tousled hair. "Do me a favor and get Wesley. He should be in the office," Angel said without a hint of the brogue.
Striding into his daughter's room he was confronted by a four-year-old. "Casey?" Angel asked as he kneeled down.
"What's happening?" she whimpered in a small child's fashion.
Angel leaned down and gathered the frightened child into his arms and straightened. Quickly walking down the hall he bumped into a determined Wesley with a very confused Connor following him.
Connor looked at his sister; "The little dudette's my sister, weird."
Casey looked at Connor and then promptly stuck her tongue out.
"Casey," Angel said in a warning voice as he readjusted the little girl on his hip. She looked up at him with large puppy dog eyes. "That' wasn't very nice," Angel finished lamely.
"I'm going to bed, this is just one," Connor's eyes flickered to his father's, who narrowed them, "messed up dream. See y'all later," and with that Connor headed back in his room, presumably to sleep until noon. Or the next apocalypse, which ever came first.
Casey watched him as Angel and Wesley talked, making sure no one was watching her, she stuck her tongue out once more.
Author's Note 2: Okay, I know, really, really short. But the next chapter's longer. I promise. Now all you have to do is hit the little review button to make me really, really happy. Please do it, please?
Attention: Look, there will be talk of, if not seen, cases of child abuse from Holtz. This happens because in my time line, Holtz took much of his anger out on Casey, and some out on Connor. But Connor was the favorite child of the two. More about that later. There also may be instance of corporal punishment. I would like to inform people that child abuse and corporal punishment are two different things. Corporal punishment will only happen when there is need for it to happen, and it will always be done in a loving environment.
Author's Note: I am going to try and put my teenage characters though what normal teenagers go through. That may be bad grades, idiot teachers, sexual harassment, drugs, alcohol, and that such. Some may be embellished a little, but guess what? If they are, that's because I have yet to experience them in my high school. Now don't say that I make this some kind of soap opera, because quite frankly, life is one.
Summery: The affects of the spell are discovered.
Chapter Twenty-Seven: Noon or Apocalypse, Whichever Comes First
Casey opened her eyes and yawned. Sitting up, she screamed. Her legs didn't even make it halfway down the bed. "Daddy!" she screamed again.
Connor stumbled into the room, "What's all the screaming about?" he asked, "Was trying to sleep you know." He rubbed his eyes and looked up, "Good lord!" he stared at her before turning around and running down the hall and banging on his father's door.
"W'at do ye wan'?" Angel asked, sleep still fogging his eyes, which accounted for his Irish brogue being so apparent.
"It's Casey, she's little!" Connor cried.
Angel sighed and ran a hand through his tousled hair. "Do me a favor and get Wesley. He should be in the office," Angel said without a hint of the brogue.
Striding into his daughter's room he was confronted by a four-year-old. "Casey?" Angel asked as he kneeled down.
"What's happening?" she whimpered in a small child's fashion.
Angel leaned down and gathered the frightened child into his arms and straightened. Quickly walking down the hall he bumped into a determined Wesley with a very confused Connor following him.
Connor looked at his sister; "The little dudette's my sister, weird."
Casey looked at Connor and then promptly stuck her tongue out.
"Casey," Angel said in a warning voice as he readjusted the little girl on his hip. She looked up at him with large puppy dog eyes. "That' wasn't very nice," Angel finished lamely.
"I'm going to bed, this is just one," Connor's eyes flickered to his father's, who narrowed them, "messed up dream. See y'all later," and with that Connor headed back in his room, presumably to sleep until noon. Or the next apocalypse, which ever came first.
Casey watched him as Angel and Wesley talked, making sure no one was watching her, she stuck her tongue out once more.
Author's Note 2: Okay, I know, really, really short. But the next chapter's longer. I promise. Now all you have to do is hit the little review button to make me really, really happy. Please do it, please?