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: Little Casey's a holy terror, and Connor's having second thoughts about babysitting.
Chapter Twenty-Nine: Playing Tic Tac Crossbow
Connor looked at his sister. "So, what do you want to do?" he asked her.
"I want to play with those!" Casey pointed to the weapons cabinet.
Connor's eyes widened. "I don't think that's a very good idea," he said slowly.
"And why not?" Casey turned to him, hands on her hips.
Connor gulped, "There for big kids," he said finally.
Casey stared at him as Connor closed his eyes and thought. This was going to turn into one of those nights, you know the kind, when nothing went your way and you couldn't say anything or it would come and hit you back in the face again. Yup, Connor was having one of those nights and he was not happy about it.
"I'm a big kid!" Casey stamped her foot, trying to make her point, but it made her look even more juvenile than she was.
"Just not big enough though," Connor said. "Why don't we do something else?" he asked, trying desperately to distract her.
"No!" Casey said persistently.
"Fine, but don't go squealing to dad about this, or you'll be sorry." Connor growled out as he stalked over to where the weapons were stored.
Trifling thought the cabinet, he held out a crossbow, unloaded. "Stay there, and just hold it," he instructed as he went to clear away anything breakable as he set up the large target. Cordelia would kill him if anything broke.
"I'm bored!" Casey said as she watched him.
"Hold your horses!" Connor spit out as he put up his last target.
Casey gave him a confused look, "But I don't have any horses," she said.
Connor sighed, but didn't say anything; there was no use in trying to confuse the small child that was once his twin sister. "Okay," Connor started as he sat down; Casey went over and sat in his lap. The action surprised Connor to say the least, but he smiled when Casey snuggled in to get herself comfortable. "Are you done now?" Connor asked, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
"Yup!" Casey said brightly, her face upturned so they could look at each other. The sarcasm was definitely lost on her.
"Okay, now this is how you load the crossbow," Connor showed the four-year-load the arrow and then the proper way to do it. "Now practice loading and unloading it," he instructed.
"This is boring!" Casey announced after 15 minutes.
"Well let me see if you can do it correctly," Connor said. She showed him. Sighing, Connor pushed his sister lightly off his lap and stood. "Okay," he made Casey stand five feet away from the first target. "If you can get the yellow part, we'll go farther, okay?"
Casey aimed and released the trigger. "Fun!" she squealed.
Connor looked at her, "Kid, never say that about the crossbow again, at least not when you're this size and I'm this close to you."
Casey looked up at Connor, her eyes seemingly innocent, "Why not?"
"Because little girls like you shouldn't be playing with dangerous things like that," came a new voice from the doorway.
Connor's head whipped around, and saw it was only Will. "He's right you know," Connor said as he lifted the crossbow out of Casey's hands.
"Give it back now!" Casey said as tears welled up in her eyes.
Connor raised his eyebrow, "First of all you should have said the magic word and second of all, no. It wasn't very smart of me to let you hold a crossbow, let alone fire one." He then stalked over to the weapons cabinet and put the crossbow back. He then locked it. There was no telling what Casey may do if no one was watching her.
"Come on luv, I bet there are tons of stuff to do around here," Will said, trying to help Connor out.
"But I wanted to play with the weapons!" Casey whined.
Will's eyes flashed, "Weapons are not toys. They can hurt people, they are not to be played with," he said seriously. "Do you understand?" he asked her.
Casey nodded and went over to Connor who was walking up to the second floor where the TV and VCR were, he was planning on popping in a movie for Casey and talking to Will. Selecting Beauty and the Beast, he placed Casey in front of the TV and walked to the other end of the room.
"So why'd you show up?" he asked.
Will laughed, "What, no thank you?"
Connor cracked a smile, "Thanks, now why did you show up?"
Will shrugged, "I was not going to leave you here. Besides, Charlie was itching to do something, so he left. I got bored and came here. Figured the chit would give me some kind of entertainment. Speaking of the little devil, look whose here."
Connor looked down and saw Casey looking at him. "Yes?" Connor asked, sounding much like his father.
"I want to play with the weapons! The movie's boring," Casey complained.
"And weapons are not for playing with, besides, I said no before. I'm not going to say yes now," Connor reasoned.
Casey's face scrunching up and became red and blotchy. "You're mean!" she screamed, tears trickling down the corners of her eyes. And then promptly kicked him in the shin.
Author's Note 2: Okay y'all you all have gidgetgirl to thank for making put this up. Mainly because she doesn't live that far away from me, so she can do bodliy harm if she threatens it. Now I have cute Casey goodness with an exsessive amounts of love for weapons, and yes Jen knowns this. She told me to do it. ^^. Now I would really like reviews because they make me feel all special and I get to do the happy dance. And it also means I get to laugh in school, and that makes me feel special. And if no one reviews, then I'm not going to write/post until after the 24th, because if no one seems to get pleasure out of this fic, I can always spend my time studying...and who would want to do that?
Oh! And if you like my work. Then you better check out my brain child. That sound so wrong when you think about it, but I'm co-authoring a fic with gidgetgirl, Lian, and Ivorycat. The sory is called Savior and if you like Connor, you'll like this. I promise. We'll have a great cast of characters, old and new. Connor of course will be there, along with Spikey goodness. Now who could resist. But don't worry, we won't be tying Connor up....promise. *grins devishly* Spike on the other hand....well that's debateable.
Little snippit for y'all to read:
"Took you long enough Whelp," Spike smirked as Connor grimaced.
"Demon," Connor shot back.
"Brat," Spike smirked again, "Might not want to fight me, been doing this a long time.
Connor glared at the bleached blonde, "Daman."
Spike laughed, "Been there done that Broody: part Deux."
Connor actually grinned at that. "That's where you're wrong. You're related to Angelus just as much as I am. You've known him longer. You're Broody: part Deux, if anything, I'm Broody: Part Tres."
Okay, that's if for now. But you better all read, or I'll sic Jen on ya! Or maybe Mel my lovable best friend who has a fetish for biting people, or maybe I'll send my other personality, Eve (another little pyro) on ya. Now that will be fun!
But y'all better review, 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: Little Casey's a holy terror, and Connor's having second thoughts about babysitting.
Chapter Twenty-Nine: Playing Tic Tac Crossbow
Connor looked at his sister. "So, what do you want to do?" he asked her.
"I want to play with those!" Casey pointed to the weapons cabinet.
Connor's eyes widened. "I don't think that's a very good idea," he said slowly.
"And why not?" Casey turned to him, hands on her hips.
Connor gulped, "There for big kids," he said finally.
Casey stared at him as Connor closed his eyes and thought. This was going to turn into one of those nights, you know the kind, when nothing went your way and you couldn't say anything or it would come and hit you back in the face again. Yup, Connor was having one of those nights and he was not happy about it.
"I'm a big kid!" Casey stamped her foot, trying to make her point, but it made her look even more juvenile than she was.
"Just not big enough though," Connor said. "Why don't we do something else?" he asked, trying desperately to distract her.
"No!" Casey said persistently.
"Fine, but don't go squealing to dad about this, or you'll be sorry." Connor growled out as he stalked over to where the weapons were stored.
Trifling thought the cabinet, he held out a crossbow, unloaded. "Stay there, and just hold it," he instructed as he went to clear away anything breakable as he set up the large target. Cordelia would kill him if anything broke.
"I'm bored!" Casey said as she watched him.
"Hold your horses!" Connor spit out as he put up his last target.
Casey gave him a confused look, "But I don't have any horses," she said.
Connor sighed, but didn't say anything; there was no use in trying to confuse the small child that was once his twin sister. "Okay," Connor started as he sat down; Casey went over and sat in his lap. The action surprised Connor to say the least, but he smiled when Casey snuggled in to get herself comfortable. "Are you done now?" Connor asked, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
"Yup!" Casey said brightly, her face upturned so they could look at each other. The sarcasm was definitely lost on her.
"Okay, now this is how you load the crossbow," Connor showed the four-year-load the arrow and then the proper way to do it. "Now practice loading and unloading it," he instructed.
"This is boring!" Casey announced after 15 minutes.
"Well let me see if you can do it correctly," Connor said. She showed him. Sighing, Connor pushed his sister lightly off his lap and stood. "Okay," he made Casey stand five feet away from the first target. "If you can get the yellow part, we'll go farther, okay?"
Casey aimed and released the trigger. "Fun!" she squealed.
Connor looked at her, "Kid, never say that about the crossbow again, at least not when you're this size and I'm this close to you."
Casey looked up at Connor, her eyes seemingly innocent, "Why not?"
"Because little girls like you shouldn't be playing with dangerous things like that," came a new voice from the doorway.
Connor's head whipped around, and saw it was only Will. "He's right you know," Connor said as he lifted the crossbow out of Casey's hands.
"Give it back now!" Casey said as tears welled up in her eyes.
Connor raised his eyebrow, "First of all you should have said the magic word and second of all, no. It wasn't very smart of me to let you hold a crossbow, let alone fire one." He then stalked over to the weapons cabinet and put the crossbow back. He then locked it. There was no telling what Casey may do if no one was watching her.
"Come on luv, I bet there are tons of stuff to do around here," Will said, trying to help Connor out.
"But I wanted to play with the weapons!" Casey whined.
Will's eyes flashed, "Weapons are not toys. They can hurt people, they are not to be played with," he said seriously. "Do you understand?" he asked her.
Casey nodded and went over to Connor who was walking up to the second floor where the TV and VCR were, he was planning on popping in a movie for Casey and talking to Will. Selecting Beauty and the Beast, he placed Casey in front of the TV and walked to the other end of the room.
"So why'd you show up?" he asked.
Will laughed, "What, no thank you?"
Connor cracked a smile, "Thanks, now why did you show up?"
Will shrugged, "I was not going to leave you here. Besides, Charlie was itching to do something, so he left. I got bored and came here. Figured the chit would give me some kind of entertainment. Speaking of the little devil, look whose here."
Connor looked down and saw Casey looking at him. "Yes?" Connor asked, sounding much like his father.
"I want to play with the weapons! The movie's boring," Casey complained.
"And weapons are not for playing with, besides, I said no before. I'm not going to say yes now," Connor reasoned.
Casey's face scrunching up and became red and blotchy. "You're mean!" she screamed, tears trickling down the corners of her eyes. And then promptly kicked him in the shin.
Author's Note 2: Okay y'all you all have gidgetgirl to thank for making put this up. Mainly because she doesn't live that far away from me, so she can do bodliy harm if she threatens it. Now I have cute Casey goodness with an exsessive amounts of love for weapons, and yes Jen knowns this. She told me to do it. ^^. Now I would really like reviews because they make me feel all special and I get to do the happy dance. And it also means I get to laugh in school, and that makes me feel special. And if no one reviews, then I'm not going to write/post until after the 24th, because if no one seems to get pleasure out of this fic, I can always spend my time studying...and who would want to do that?
Oh! And if you like my work. Then you better check out my brain child. That sound so wrong when you think about it, but I'm co-authoring a fic with gidgetgirl, Lian, and Ivorycat. The sory is called Savior and if you like Connor, you'll like this. I promise. We'll have a great cast of characters, old and new. Connor of course will be there, along with Spikey goodness. Now who could resist. But don't worry, we won't be tying Connor up....promise. *grins devishly* Spike on the other hand....well that's debateable.
Little snippit for y'all to read:
"Took you long enough Whelp," Spike smirked as Connor grimaced.
"Demon," Connor shot back.
"Brat," Spike smirked again, "Might not want to fight me, been doing this a long time.
Connor glared at the bleached blonde, "Daman."
Spike laughed, "Been there done that Broody: part Deux."
Connor actually grinned at that. "That's where you're wrong. You're related to Angelus just as much as I am. You've known him longer. You're Broody: part Deux, if anything, I'm Broody: Part Tres."
Okay, that's if for now. But you better all read, or I'll sic Jen on ya! Or maybe Mel my lovable best friend who has a fetish for biting people, or maybe I'll send my other personality, Eve (another little pyro) on ya. Now that will be fun!
But y'all better review, please?