Description: This is the first season of an Angel spin-off. With AI going their separate ways Faith, Gunn, and Angel must now train the new slayer, Lela. Plus they have Connor and three other teens on their hands. Can they do it?
Rated: PG-13. (Rating just to be careful because of profanity, violence, etc. May change later. I don't know yet.)
NOTE: I own none of the fang gang and none of the Scooby gang. I could never be that lucky. But I do own the characters I make up. The other stuff belongs to Joss.
A/N: This is my backup plan in case Angel gets cancelled, which I doubt. I know the new slayer thing has been done but guess what? I'm doing it now. So that makes it unique. Got it? Good. And Lela isn't your typical slayer. Trust me on that. I've set this up to be a type of TV show. So this will be considered episodes instead of chapters. OK? Great.
Also: The fang gang has defeated the beast. But they've decided that they have outgrown each other. So now they're going their separate ways. Oh, and Connor's fourteen. Still no sex with Cordy but rain of fire, the beast, and everything still happened. Including Lilah's death.
Episode 8 Los Angeles, CAAt school that Thursday Kelvin, Lela, and Connor sat in their homeroom taking a math quiz. Connor's attention was less on the quiz and more on Lela. Connor sat behind Kelvin and Lela, directly behind Lela.
It felt strange. Connor could not understand it. Lela just seemed terrific to him. She was so beautiful, long chestnut brown hair, brown eyes, and a bright tooth smile. It had just been a friendship thing between Connor and Lela at first but since that night at the park, when Lela nearly got bitten Connor could not stop thinking about her. What was the problem?
Connor's thoughts were interrupted by the alarm clock on the teacher's desk going off, signaling that the test was over. The school bell also went off. Luckily Connor had managed to finish the test, squeezing it in between biting his nails and staring at Lela.
The students began to file out of the classroom, each handing in their quiz, and heading to their next class. Connor followed Lela and Kelvin over to their lockers. Connor's locker was the first in the row. Lela's was the last and Kelvin's came right before Lela's.
"Hey, Kelvin, what do you think you got on that test?" Lela asked him.
"Can't say. Probably a B," Kelvin replied, taking a science book from his locker.
"You'd be lucky," said Lela. "With these vamps and everything that's been going on I've barely had time to focus on school."
"Better get on the ball," said Kelvin. "Testing start in a couple months."
"I know," Lela cringed at the thought. She looked at Connor who had not said anything. He pretended to be busy at his locker. "Hey, Connor, what do you think you got?"
"Oh." Connor looked over at them. "Well, uh, I don't know. I'm not so good at math."
"Don't let it get you down," said Lela, shaking her head, her hair moving with her. "Math is evil."
"Evil. Why don't we go lookin' for that after school?" Kelvin suggested.
Lela moaned slightly. "I'm stuck at the mansion. After Faith gets through killing me, I mean training me, I have to do some serious studying. So no vamp spree for me."
"But you're the slayer, Lela," said Connor.
"School come first," said Kelvin. "And I gotta get to science." He closed his locker. "Bye, y'all." He left down the hall.
"Oh, God. I have to get to gym. I am so not up for this," said Lela. "I swear, Connor, I'm going to have a stress attack one day." Lela closed her locker. Connor smiled a little. "I'll talk to you later." She headed upstairs to the gym room.
Connor leaned against his locker. He could not even consider Lela having a math problem or any other school issue. She seemed so smart and together. Connor did not have long to think about it. He hurried off to history.
San Francisco, CA (later that afternoon)
Gunn walked up to the mansion door, finishing off a cup of coffee. He noticed a long box nearby. Gunn knelt down to the box, examining it. It was addressed to Faith. Gunn unlocked the front door with his key and dragged the box inside.
"Hey, Faith!" Gunn yelled. He dragged the box over to the coffee table. "Faith!" He yelled louder that time.
After the third call Gunn figured that she must not have been home. He put his coffee cup down, abandoning the box, and went upstairs.
A few minutes later Lela and Connor walked through the door. Kelvin had left them to go on a demon patrol. Lela had told him that it was not dark enough for most demons but Kelvin went off, anyway. When Connor and Lela put their book bags down on the coffee table that's when they noticed the box.
"What's this?" Lela wondered.
Connor looked at the box. "It's for Faith."
"Where is she?"
"Hey, Faith!" No answer. Connor shrugged. "Guess she's not home."
Lela didn't take her eyes off the box. "Uh, yeah. Guess she's not."
"Lela, I'm gonna get something to eat. You hungry?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Sure. Thanks."
Connor went into the kitchen. Lela walked over closer to the large box. She checked the box over. Yes, it was addressed to Faith. Lela looked around. Connor was still in the kitchen and no one else was around. Lela slowly opened up a flap of the box, carefully, to make sure she could just tape it back.
As she did so the front door opened. In walked Faith. Faith saw Lela, playing prowler. Faith quietly locked the door and stood over Lela. Lela tried to get through all the foam and bubble wrap inside the box.
"Hey!" Faith yelled.
Lela nearly jumped a mile. Her heart beat rapidly. She saw Faith and released a sigh of relief. "Oh, it's you, Faith. Why are people always sneaking up on me?"
"Because you're always doing something stupid?"
"That could be it."
Faith pulled the box closer to her. She saw her name on it. "You know. You can go to jail for something like this. I'll personally testify against you."
"Glad to see we're getting so close," said Lela. "What's in this, anyway?"
"Weapons," Faith replied, taking the foam and bubble wrap out of the box.
"For real? Let me see." Lela rushed over to the box.
"Who said weapons?" Connor asked, walking out of the kitchen, with two plates in his hand. Both had hero sandwiches on them. "Here, Lela."
"Thanks," Lela smiled at him. "Faith, where'd you get the weapons?"
"Ordered."
"You ordered them?" Lela asked. "There's a catalog for this kind of thing?"
"Angel suggested the place. We could have just used his old ones from the hotel but that wasn't working for me. These will slash a guy's ass," said Faith.
"Hey." Connor pulled out a short sword. The blade was a sparkling iron and the handle was silver. "This is cool."
"Oh, yeah. That's a rookie's sword," said Faith.
"Rookie? Doesn't look like it. Can I use this? This is awesome."
"Knock yourself out. Literally," Faith replied.
"Thanks." Connor jumped up and immediately started twirling the new weapon around.
"Hey, wait. What's this?" Lela pulled out a large crossbow. It looked as if it had just been made. Long stakes and arrows accompanied it. "Oh, cool."
"Yeah." Faith took the crossbow. "This is a mark of a slayer. Vamps won't know what hit 'em."
"Really? Can I use it?"
"You're kidding, right? You are beyond amateur, kid. You'd probably hurt yourself or something."
"I so love the encouragement," said Lela
sarcastically. "And I kind of need to ask a favor. Could we hold off on the training
to do? I'm starting to slack a little in school."
"Fine, I guess. But look forward to two hours worth tomorrow," Faith replied,
rummaging through the box.
"Lucky me." Lela heard a noise and looked behind her. Connor had accidentally chopped a plant in two with the sword, breaking its pot.
"Uh, sorry," he said.
Lela giggled. "Good one, Connor." She took her sandwich and headed upstairs.
Connor sighed tossing the sword to the side. "OK."
Faith stood up. "This is the part where I pretend I care about whatever's going
on with you, right?"
"I guess so."
"Well, spill it, I guess."
"It's nothing. It's just that Lela… she'll never take me seriously." Connor went upstairs sadly. Faith gave him an odd look as he left.
Kelvin was downtown going toe to toe with a human looking demon inside of a boarded up house. Kelvin landed a hard kick to the demon's upper abdomen, making him go flying into a wall. He then began to pummel the demon in the face. Kelvin held his ax to the evil creature's throat.
"What you know about Lanai Anderson?" Kelvin demanded.
"I don't know her!" the demon snapped. "Never heard of her."
"Too bad then." Kelvin chopped off his head with the ax then. "You might've been useful for somethin'."
Kelvin flipped his ax over his shoulder and started to leave the old house. Just then he heard something shifting around. Kelvin jumped and got his ax ready. He looked around the house for something moving.
"Who there?" Kelvin yelled.
No answer came. Kelvin figured it must have been a rat or something. He put his ax back over his shoulder and began to leave again. Unknown to him someone watched him leave from behind a couple of boxes.
Back at the mansion Connor stared into the mirror in his bedroom. He had been practicing for nearly an hour on how to address Lela. Connor cleared his throat and went for another go at it.
"Lela, I'm thinking we should talk." Connor dismissed that approach.
"Hey, babe, let's talk." He slapped himself for saying that one.
"Lela, what's up, home slice? God, I can't believe I just said that."
"What are you doing?" Angel asked, who had been staring at the doorway.
"Dad." Connor was surprised. "I thought it wasn't nice to sneak up on people."
"It is if it's Lela. What are you doing?" Angel asked again.
"Nothing."
"Something," Angel countered. "Now tell me or I might have to chain you to the floor and whack you with something. Some say it's child abuse, I call it what works."
"Fine," Connor sighed. "Have you seen Lela?"
"Uh, you mean recently?"
"No. I mean actually seen her. She's so… well, I can't describe it."
"I don't believe it."
"What?"
"Son, I think you have a thing for Lela."
"No, I don't. Do I?"
Angel sat on the bed. "You tell me."
"Well, I sit behind her in class sometimes and I just… I like the way she holds her pencil."
"OK. My son has it bad. Do me a favor and give up on this ridiculous thing. You need to concentrate on school, Connor."
"But, Dad—"
"Don't argue with me. You don't have time for the whole dating thing. And I don't feel like giving any talks. So give it up."
Angel left out of the room then. Connor mocked what he said. It sounded ridiculous. Why should he have to give it up just because his father said so? Connor left out his room and poked his head into Lela's, which was right next door. She sat at her desk working on some homework. Connor smiled as she worked the pencil. Lela looked over and saw him.
"Is everyone going to keep sneaking up on me?" she asked.
"Oh, I'm sorry," said Connor. "I wasn't trying to."
"It's OK." Lela smiled and put down her pencil. "Did you want something?"
"No. Not really. I was wondering if maybe we could talk about something, though."
"Really? Like what?"
"Like… well, that thing that happened in the park."
Lela said quickly, "You know I have a lot of homework to do. I don't really feel like this right now."
"But, I—"
"Please, Connor," said Lela. She went over and started to close the door. "Maybe later." She shut the door in his face. Connor sighed. Was it something he said?
A/N: I know. It's too short and lacks plot. But I have a truckload of homework to do, which I haven't even started on. So if my grades completely fall then guess what? I won't have any computer time at all. Which means no writing time. Which means no fan fiction for you. I think that message was clear. So review and get me motivated!
