SURPRISE
NOTE: I am not lucky enough to own any of these characters because they belong to Joss and the WB. But I own Skylar (in a way) and any other character you don't recognize.
A/N: This story is the second story in my Skylar series. I can't say how many stories there will be. I also can't say how long this story will be, either. Mainly because I'm not sure yet of what will happen. Also some of you may not have read the very first Skylar story "Angel's Gift" so you may not quite understand this.
CHAPTER 4When Skylar's private school let out Skylar did her usual thing of going out to the front of the building and waiting for Buffy or Gunn to pick her up. Skylar looked around at the other children. Everyone seemed to be talking to a best friend. Skylar hadn't made a friend since she'd started the new school. It made her feel terrible.
"Hi." Skylar jumped and looked behind her. A short blonde boy with dark blue eyes had just spoken to her. "I said, hi."
"Hi. Who are you?" Skylar asked puzzled. She'd never seen the boy at the school before.
"I'm… uh, Kevin."
"Kevin?"
"Yeah. Who're you?"
"Skylar."
"Nice name."
"Thanks," Skylar smiled.
Buffy's car pulled up then. Skylar turned back around. Buffy waved at her. Skylar waved back with a smile. When Skylar turned back to see Kevin he was gone. Skylar looked around. He wasn't anywhere. Skylar climbed into the backseat of Buffy's car.
"Hi, Aunt Buffy," Skylar greeted.
"Hi, Sky. How was school?" asked Buffy.
"It was OK."
When Skylar and Buffy walked in the door Sky ran up to Gunn. He was at the main desk in the lobby reading a magazine.
"Hi, Uncle Gunn."
"Hey, kid. How was school?"
"It was all right."
"Hi," said Fred, walking in.
"Hi, Aunt Fred," said Sky.
"Hi, sweetie." Fred turned to Gunn. "A case came in a couple of minutes ago. Do you want to come with me?"
"Sorry, can't. I have things to do," Gunn replied. Fred pouted. "Sorry, babe. You know I'd do anything to squish evil with you."
"I know," Fred pouted. She looked at Buffy. "Do you want to come?"
"I don't know. I have to go out with Angel in a few hours," said Buffy.
"This won't take long," Fred assured her.
"All right," Buffy sighed.
Gunn headed upstairs as Buffy and Fred started to gear up. Skylar sat on a couch, doing her homework. Then she heard someone giggling. She looked up. Kevin was standing in the middle of the lobby holding a vase.
"This place is cool," he said. "Can we play here?"
"How'd you do that? How'd you get in my house?" asked Skylar astonished.
Kevin laughed again. He tossed the vase at Skylar. She caught it wobbly. "Come on. Throw it back."
"No. We can't play with this. My daddy doesn't like me goofing in the lobby, anyway."
"He won't know. Besides I don't have any friends."
"You don't? I don't, either. OK. We can play a little."
"Yes!" Kevin cheered. "Throw it back to me."
"What if it breaks?" Skylar looked at the vase.
"Don't worry. I never miss."
"OK."
Skylar tossed the vase to Kevin. He threw it back at her. As Skylar tried to catch it Connor walked downstairs. He raised an eyebrow.
"What are you doing?" Connor asked.
"Huh?" The vase fell and broke. "Oh, no!"
"What'd you do that for?"
"No. It wasn't me. It was Kevin." Skylar pointed at the blonde boy.
"Kevin?"
"Yeah. He's right there." Skylar pointed again.
"Sky, I don't see anything."
Skylar looked at Kevin. "Yes! He can't see or hear me. It worked."
"What? Connor, didn't you hear him?"
"Skylar, knock it off. Why were you playing with the vase?"
"Kevin started it!"
Connor rolled his eyes. "Fine. Kevin started it. But Skylar is the one who has to clean it up."
"I can fix it." Skylar put her hands over the broken pieces of the vase. Pink light glowed from her hands. The vase started to build back together. When Skylar pulled her hands back it was completely fixed. "Yes!"
"Sky, just because you can heal stuff doesn't mean you can break it."
"Connor, please don't tell Daddy. Please?" Skylar flashed her puppy eyes at him.
"Oh, all right. I won't tell."
A/N: I have a thing going on here. But I bet you guys have questions. What's the deal with the creepy little Kevin kid? Why do I keep switching from dates, to dances, to weird kids? Well, you'll have to keep reading if you want to know. Reviews, please.