Disclaimer: I own the stuff you don't recognize. Which will be most of the
main characters, Roslindale, Connecticut and I'm not sure about the rest
yet. But I'll keep you posted, promise.
Author's Note: Okay, I better clear things up for you all, and so I can get things straight in my mind. Please look at the end of the chapter for the info.
General Note: All characters that are previously cannon, will not have a large role in the fic, unless it's Connor or Jordy. The adults are there to be generally annoying and to be pain in the butts for our favorite characters.
Gabriella's POV
I yawned as my eyes fluttered open, only to be faced with a broad expanse of what else, highway and trees. "Are we still driving?" I asked, pushing the blanket the covered my limp form. As soon as it was tossing into the back of the car, I sat up, my light blonde hair plastered to my pale face.
My father looked down at me, lines around his eyes crinkling in a smile. "Yes we are my little angel. But if you want, at the next pull off, we'll get something to eat."
I grinned as I sat up and tried to put my errant hair into some kind of presentable shape. "Papa, are we going to get McDonalds?" I asked, wrinkling my nose slightly. I did not like their food; it tasted wrong some how.
"Only if you want to poppet," he said.
"No thanks!" I said as I reached down and searched for the book I had been reading before I fell asleep.
It was tossed into my lap. Looking at my father, he just continued on driving. I smiled softly and turned to the page that I had last remembered reading.
"Is Denny's all right?" my father asked.
I nodded, not looking up from my book, enjoying the adventures of Frodo and the Fellowship too much to respond. I didn't even realize we had gotten to the restaurant until my father had to take the book out of my hands.
"You read too much," he announced once I shot him a dirty look.
"You know," I said as I stepped out of the car and into the chilly summer morning air. "There were kids at my old school that got paid to read by their parents."
My father tossed me my sweatshirt once he saw that I was shivering slightly. "Well I don't have to worry about that, now do I? Now let's go in and get something to eat, I'm hungry." And with that his stomach rumbled and we went inside.
"So what do you folks want tonight?" a middle age waitress asked as she came up to our table.
"Two French slams, one bacon, one sausage. A coffee and a chocolate milk, large," my father ordered for us. That's what we always got when we came to a Denny's, that used to be quite often. When we lived in English town, Quebec, there was a Denny's right around the corner. But with moving to a new place, I had no clue what was in that little town; hopefully there was a Denny's. I don't know if I could give up the Sunday morning tradition we had going.
"So poppet, you excited about moving?" my father asked me once the waitress moved away.
I shrugged. "I guess so. I'm a bit nervous."
He smiled, "Every one does," we were silent for a minute before the waitress came out with the food. As we ate in comfortable silence, I looked at my father. He could be brash, crude, and sometimes downright tactless, unlike myself. I avoided confrontation like it was the plague, most of the time. We were an odd pair, but we complemented each other nicely. The one thing we did have in common was our reckless temper; his was just more easily roused than mine was.
The meal ended, and as we walked out of the restaurant, I slipped my hand into my father's.
"I love you papa," I said, squeezing his hand.
"I love you too poppet," he said back, squeezing my hand in return.
~*~ A Few Weeks Later ~*~
I sat in my room, a book lying in my lap. As I turned page after page, I tried to forget about the upcoming day. The idea of going to a new school, and facing all those new people scared me. Why couldn't I just stay home, it would make life so much easier. Who needed a social life anyway?
As I heard the stairs that led up to my room creak, I closed my book. It was fruitless to try and dissuade my father into letting me stay home for the rest of my life. Tomorrow I would be going to the Franklin A. Canterbury Institute for Gifted Youth. All resistance was futile.
"Bed poppet," my father walked in. His curing hair hung freely, as he had just taken a shower and did not see the point in gelling it, just to sleep on it that night. His merry blue eyes twinkled in enjoyment as I tried to talk my way out of it. "Now, now pet. If you stayed up, you may miss school, and we wouldn't wan that, now would we?" he asked as the book was plucked from my grasp and put on my desk.
"Yes," I stated plainly. The Franklin A. Canterbury Acadmey for Gifted Youth could drop off the face of the Earth for all I cared.
My father smirked as he kissed the top of my head. "You don't mean that poppet, you're just nervous. Don't be, you won't be the only one who will be new. Now go to sleep," kissing me again, he headed to the door and turned out the light.
Sighing, I accepted my fate and settled back into my bed, drawing my moon and stars comforter around me like a warm cocoon. The sound of my father's typing from the floor below lulled me to sleep.
~*~ Dreamscape ~*~
I ran, and I ran, my legs carrying me faster than the wind. I kept running and running ignoring my heart zealous heartbeat and continuing to run even quicker, I looked down at my feet casually. But instead of feet I found slender legs and hooves. My mind was telling me to panic while my heart sang for joy. And soon I found my self slowing down and returning to my human shape.
Exploring my face with my hands, I found that my nose was slightly smaller, but that didn't bother me in the least. My skin slightly tan from obvious time out in the sun still held a peach like quality, in coloration and in softness. As my hands explored my hair, I found that about half of it was pinned up in intricate loops and twists, while the rest hung down my back, smooth and straight for once.
As I started to walk on, not really knowing where I was going, I felt a sudden sense of inner peace; I was home.
~*~ Exit Dreamscape ~*~
I awoke to my father shaking me, and none too softly either. Pouting slightly, I tried to find my way back to the warm sanctuary of my covers, but no such luck. They were snatched off me in an instant and I was forced out of my bead as my father shoved the schools uniform into my hands. Grimacing I found my self putting it on moments later, hating the feel of the fabric against my skin.
Thumping down the stairs, I expressed my displeasure of being forced to go to school I gave it up when I finally realized I would get no response. I just simply walked into the kitchen, where our kitten, Timothy, wove between my legs. Grinning I reached down and scratched in between his ears, eliciting a purr of contentment. He lost interest soon enough, once he realized he wouldn't get any food from me.
"Ready to go poppet?" my father asked, walking into the kitchen, fixing his shirt and tie slightly. He wore a tweed sports coat with leather elbows.
I wrinkled my nose in distaste. "Can't you wear anything…less dorky? Usually you have a good fashion sense, but that just screams geek." I told him.
He flashed me a wicked smile before wrapping an arm around my shoulders. "Now pet, that wouldn't be very fun, now would it? I would miss out of scaring you a bit. And we don't really wan to scare your teachers much."
I looked up at him, blinking slowly. "That would be fun though," I stated, picking up my backpack.
He just shook his head and followed me out the door.
Characters so far:
1. Jordan- His parents are not in the picture. I'm not sure yet, check back later with me and you'll find out. He has a mightly large trust fund, as does Oz because of their grandfather, you'll get to know more about that later. But he lives with Oz, and there will be much Jordan/Oz goodness, I promise, cause you all seem to like that.
2. Connor- He's 12, always was since he came from Quor-Toth. And since he wasn't brain-washed totally by Holtz, he fit in with the crew. And Cordy left, never coming back, so there was no ickyness of the sort. She may appear later, not too sure. *grin* Wesley is like an uncle to Connor and I know he's was a bit like his real old self, but he was driving and was in a car for a good couple days, you would be cranky too! And Angel may be OOC, but big whoop, he has a kid who needs to be taken care of, let it slide. Now Connor himself....he's egotistcal. And he's a 12-year-old boy, what do you expect? Expect some OOC from him too.
3. Gabriella- Okay, she's adopted by Spike, and has been for the past year. She's from Englishtow, Qubec, Canada. Spike never went back to Sunnydale after he became human in Africa. So he's a normal old Joe, except he does have some perks, mostly senses are heightened. But Gabriella doesn't like talking about her past, unless it has to deal with Spike, cause her childhood from age 10 and under wasn't very pretty.
Couples so far:
None, but I can safely say this is not a Buffy/Angel story. Sorry y'all, I don't do Buffy, she irritates me. Oh and there are no hook-ups in this fic between main characters, because they are in 7th grade, and that doesn't really count. You'll see hints of it later on. And if anyone can guess (other than Jen) what's comming up next gets a cookie!
Okay and thanks go to all the people who reviewed. Thank you muchly. I love having a popular fic, and I promise, it will take off from here. *cackles as plot bunnies attack* We'll have fun, and I can honestly say that some characters *coughConnorcough* will get throughly flounced in good time. But I beg of you, review and tell me what you like/dislike. Because I have a general idea, but you prefect it!
Author's Note: Okay, I better clear things up for you all, and so I can get things straight in my mind. Please look at the end of the chapter for the info.
General Note: All characters that are previously cannon, will not have a large role in the fic, unless it's Connor or Jordy. The adults are there to be generally annoying and to be pain in the butts for our favorite characters.
Gabriella's POV
I yawned as my eyes fluttered open, only to be faced with a broad expanse of what else, highway and trees. "Are we still driving?" I asked, pushing the blanket the covered my limp form. As soon as it was tossing into the back of the car, I sat up, my light blonde hair plastered to my pale face.
My father looked down at me, lines around his eyes crinkling in a smile. "Yes we are my little angel. But if you want, at the next pull off, we'll get something to eat."
I grinned as I sat up and tried to put my errant hair into some kind of presentable shape. "Papa, are we going to get McDonalds?" I asked, wrinkling my nose slightly. I did not like their food; it tasted wrong some how.
"Only if you want to poppet," he said.
"No thanks!" I said as I reached down and searched for the book I had been reading before I fell asleep.
It was tossed into my lap. Looking at my father, he just continued on driving. I smiled softly and turned to the page that I had last remembered reading.
"Is Denny's all right?" my father asked.
I nodded, not looking up from my book, enjoying the adventures of Frodo and the Fellowship too much to respond. I didn't even realize we had gotten to the restaurant until my father had to take the book out of my hands.
"You read too much," he announced once I shot him a dirty look.
"You know," I said as I stepped out of the car and into the chilly summer morning air. "There were kids at my old school that got paid to read by their parents."
My father tossed me my sweatshirt once he saw that I was shivering slightly. "Well I don't have to worry about that, now do I? Now let's go in and get something to eat, I'm hungry." And with that his stomach rumbled and we went inside.
"So what do you folks want tonight?" a middle age waitress asked as she came up to our table.
"Two French slams, one bacon, one sausage. A coffee and a chocolate milk, large," my father ordered for us. That's what we always got when we came to a Denny's, that used to be quite often. When we lived in English town, Quebec, there was a Denny's right around the corner. But with moving to a new place, I had no clue what was in that little town; hopefully there was a Denny's. I don't know if I could give up the Sunday morning tradition we had going.
"So poppet, you excited about moving?" my father asked me once the waitress moved away.
I shrugged. "I guess so. I'm a bit nervous."
He smiled, "Every one does," we were silent for a minute before the waitress came out with the food. As we ate in comfortable silence, I looked at my father. He could be brash, crude, and sometimes downright tactless, unlike myself. I avoided confrontation like it was the plague, most of the time. We were an odd pair, but we complemented each other nicely. The one thing we did have in common was our reckless temper; his was just more easily roused than mine was.
The meal ended, and as we walked out of the restaurant, I slipped my hand into my father's.
"I love you papa," I said, squeezing his hand.
"I love you too poppet," he said back, squeezing my hand in return.
~*~ A Few Weeks Later ~*~
I sat in my room, a book lying in my lap. As I turned page after page, I tried to forget about the upcoming day. The idea of going to a new school, and facing all those new people scared me. Why couldn't I just stay home, it would make life so much easier. Who needed a social life anyway?
As I heard the stairs that led up to my room creak, I closed my book. It was fruitless to try and dissuade my father into letting me stay home for the rest of my life. Tomorrow I would be going to the Franklin A. Canterbury Institute for Gifted Youth. All resistance was futile.
"Bed poppet," my father walked in. His curing hair hung freely, as he had just taken a shower and did not see the point in gelling it, just to sleep on it that night. His merry blue eyes twinkled in enjoyment as I tried to talk my way out of it. "Now, now pet. If you stayed up, you may miss school, and we wouldn't wan that, now would we?" he asked as the book was plucked from my grasp and put on my desk.
"Yes," I stated plainly. The Franklin A. Canterbury Acadmey for Gifted Youth could drop off the face of the Earth for all I cared.
My father smirked as he kissed the top of my head. "You don't mean that poppet, you're just nervous. Don't be, you won't be the only one who will be new. Now go to sleep," kissing me again, he headed to the door and turned out the light.
Sighing, I accepted my fate and settled back into my bed, drawing my moon and stars comforter around me like a warm cocoon. The sound of my father's typing from the floor below lulled me to sleep.
~*~ Dreamscape ~*~
I ran, and I ran, my legs carrying me faster than the wind. I kept running and running ignoring my heart zealous heartbeat and continuing to run even quicker, I looked down at my feet casually. But instead of feet I found slender legs and hooves. My mind was telling me to panic while my heart sang for joy. And soon I found my self slowing down and returning to my human shape.
Exploring my face with my hands, I found that my nose was slightly smaller, but that didn't bother me in the least. My skin slightly tan from obvious time out in the sun still held a peach like quality, in coloration and in softness. As my hands explored my hair, I found that about half of it was pinned up in intricate loops and twists, while the rest hung down my back, smooth and straight for once.
As I started to walk on, not really knowing where I was going, I felt a sudden sense of inner peace; I was home.
~*~ Exit Dreamscape ~*~
I awoke to my father shaking me, and none too softly either. Pouting slightly, I tried to find my way back to the warm sanctuary of my covers, but no such luck. They were snatched off me in an instant and I was forced out of my bead as my father shoved the schools uniform into my hands. Grimacing I found my self putting it on moments later, hating the feel of the fabric against my skin.
Thumping down the stairs, I expressed my displeasure of being forced to go to school I gave it up when I finally realized I would get no response. I just simply walked into the kitchen, where our kitten, Timothy, wove between my legs. Grinning I reached down and scratched in between his ears, eliciting a purr of contentment. He lost interest soon enough, once he realized he wouldn't get any food from me.
"Ready to go poppet?" my father asked, walking into the kitchen, fixing his shirt and tie slightly. He wore a tweed sports coat with leather elbows.
I wrinkled my nose in distaste. "Can't you wear anything…less dorky? Usually you have a good fashion sense, but that just screams geek." I told him.
He flashed me a wicked smile before wrapping an arm around my shoulders. "Now pet, that wouldn't be very fun, now would it? I would miss out of scaring you a bit. And we don't really wan to scare your teachers much."
I looked up at him, blinking slowly. "That would be fun though," I stated, picking up my backpack.
He just shook his head and followed me out the door.
Characters so far:
1. Jordan- His parents are not in the picture. I'm not sure yet, check back later with me and you'll find out. He has a mightly large trust fund, as does Oz because of their grandfather, you'll get to know more about that later. But he lives with Oz, and there will be much Jordan/Oz goodness, I promise, cause you all seem to like that.
2. Connor- He's 12, always was since he came from Quor-Toth. And since he wasn't brain-washed totally by Holtz, he fit in with the crew. And Cordy left, never coming back, so there was no ickyness of the sort. She may appear later, not too sure. *grin* Wesley is like an uncle to Connor and I know he's was a bit like his real old self, but he was driving and was in a car for a good couple days, you would be cranky too! And Angel may be OOC, but big whoop, he has a kid who needs to be taken care of, let it slide. Now Connor himself....he's egotistcal. And he's a 12-year-old boy, what do you expect? Expect some OOC from him too.
3. Gabriella- Okay, she's adopted by Spike, and has been for the past year. She's from Englishtow, Qubec, Canada. Spike never went back to Sunnydale after he became human in Africa. So he's a normal old Joe, except he does have some perks, mostly senses are heightened. But Gabriella doesn't like talking about her past, unless it has to deal with Spike, cause her childhood from age 10 and under wasn't very pretty.
Couples so far:
None, but I can safely say this is not a Buffy/Angel story. Sorry y'all, I don't do Buffy, she irritates me. Oh and there are no hook-ups in this fic between main characters, because they are in 7th grade, and that doesn't really count. You'll see hints of it later on. And if anyone can guess (other than Jen) what's comming up next gets a cookie!
Okay and thanks go to all the people who reviewed. Thank you muchly. I love having a popular fic, and I promise, it will take off from here. *cackles as plot bunnies attack* We'll have fun, and I can honestly say that some characters *coughConnorcough* will get throughly flounced in good time. But I beg of you, review and tell me what you like/dislike. Because I have a general idea, but you prefect it!
