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Oz watched his child sleep. The five-year-old was curled in a ball and in the middle of the bed. His thumb in his mouth. The older man didn't have the heart to move the child. A whimpering sigh made Oz look up from the book on computers that he was reading. "You okay?" he asked.
JP lifted his head and rubbed his eyes. "Tired," he mumbled as he crawled over, leaning his head on Oz's thigh.
"Sleep then," Oz told his son, rubbing the child's back.
"Don't make fun of me. Can't sleep," JP told him as he rolled onto his back, tummy upwards.
The sides of Oz's mouth quirked upward as he rubbed his child's stomach instead. He hummed a melody of a song. JP smiled as Oz's continued. "Goodnight, my angel, now it's time to dream, and dream how wonderful your life will be," Oz whispered once he found the child resting peacefully. Leaning over, he kissed the child's forehead. And Oz watched his child sleep.
"Are you holding up?" Dawn asked as she walked into the living room where Mercedes was sitting.
Mercedes shrugged, "It hurt, but it could have been worse," she accepted the mug of hot chocolate that Dawn held. "Thanks," she told her friend.
It was Dawn's turn to shrug as she sat next to the other girl. "My mom always used to make me hot chocolate when I hurt myself or was just generally feeling blah. I thought it might cheer you up."
Mercedes didn't even bother with meeting Dawn's eyes, but she did have a small smile on her face. "Look, I really don't deserve this. I'll be outta here sooner or later."
Dawn tried to meet her gaze, but it didn't work. The teen finally settled on looking at her, "Where will you go?" she asked, the curiosity getting the better of her.
Mercedes sighed; she looked worn down and tired. "I really don't know. Around I guess."
They sat in silence for a few minutes, Dawn quietly lending support. Suddenly Mercedes tensed, holding her breath. "Oh my god," Mercedes let out her breath as a hand flew up to her mouth. "I know where he is!" she stood quickly, putting the mug of hot chocolate on the table. She headed towards the door.
"Mercedes, wait!" Dawn followed the taller girl briskly.
Mercedes swung around and looked into Dawn's eyes. "I have to find him," she offered as an explanation for her actions.
Dawn grabbed her hand, "I know, but it can wait a night? I'll even help you. That's what friends are for. So where is this little guy?" she asked.
"LA. We're going to LA," Mercedes smiled, and Dawn smiled back.
JP wandered the upper hallways looking for something to do. Somehow he wandered into Angel's room. The boy stared at the vampire before walking around to the side of the bed. Angel didn't even bother looking up, he knew the child was there. For some reason beyond him, the child had taken a liking to the vampire with a soul.
"What do you want JP?" Angel asked once his curiosity got the better of him.
The little boy looked at him and blinked, suddenly looking a lot like his father. "When you find her, will you save her?" he asked.
This made Angel look at the boy, "When I find whom?" he asked.
"Her. When you find her, will you save her?" JP asked again.
Angel was confused, but then finally decided that JP was just being a kid. He sighed and nodded; giving up at the little game the five-year-old was playing. "When I find her, I'll save her," he told the kid.
JP smiled widely. "Yay!" he told the vampire. Scrambling off the bed, he went to find other things to do.
"Dawn?" Tara knocked on the girl's door. "Time to wake up." Hearing no response, the woman walked into the teen's room. There was no Dawn. "Oh my," a hand flew up to her mouth. "Spike!" she called.
"What is it?" Spike climbed the stairs two at a time, thinking something was wrong.
"It's Dawn…she's gone!"
"So you'll do it?" the man asked Angel. The vampire nodded and his eyes slid over to the little boy who sat in the corner. Over the three weeks or so, the little boy had wormed his way into the guy's heart.
The client followed Angel's gaze. "He's a cute kid, yours?"
Angel shook his head; "He's the son of a friend."
JP looked up, sensing that the people across the room were talking about him. Standing, he walked over and looked at the client. "Are you a one 'yed one 'orned fwying uprle eater?"
The client looked at Angel, "What did he just say?"
Angel sighed, "Are you a one eyed one horned flying purple people eater? Someone taught him the song recently. A very dead someone."
"Do you eat people?" JP asked the client another question, giving him a very pointed look.
The client laughed. And ruffled the boy's hair. "I can't say that I do, though I am guilty of the occasional hamburger."
The boy didn't even show the signs of a smile, instead his nose twitched slightly. Angel furrowed his brow. This wasn't like JP, generally he was good tempered and loved attention. The vampire's brow furrowed even more when he heard a slight growl emerge from the boy's lips. It was only due to his vampire like reflexes that Angel was able to catch JP before he flew upon the client.
A few moments later Oz walked in, followed by Kieran and Connor. Kieran was holding a couple of bags and Connor was carrying a box. "Oz!" Angel called out. JP glared at Angel before continuing his struggled to get to the client.
As soon as the boy was handed to his father, Angel quickly lead the client into the office, leaving Oz to deal with JP. Kieran and Connor settled down to watch.
"Jordan," Oz stated softly, both Kieran and Connor had to strain to hear. "What was that?"
JP pouted, which looked rather strange to Kieran. Connor only grinned; he hoped that the kid got what was coming to him.
"Jordan?" Oz asked again.
"The man was bad. He smelt wrong, and felt wrong," JP grumbled, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.
Oz repressed a sighed, and whispered something in his son's ear. The only word Kieran caught was leash. She didn't know they made child leashes. Did they come in bigger sizes? Like sizes for guys? Stealing a glance towards Connor she grinned. That would be fun. She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she almost didn't hear Connor say; "I'm done with it, so if you need it, just ask."
Kieran openly gaped. "Connor, I had no idea! Does your father know about your sexual activities?"
He glowered, "Go to hell," he told her, his voice hushed so JP wouldn't hear the bad words.
She grinned merrily, "You first!" Then turning to Oz she asked without a flinch, "Could I borrow the leash? I'm sure Connor and I could have great fun. Or at least I will," she smirked and looked at Connor again. He caught her eyes and looked away quickly, gulping.
"Fuck," Mercy muttered as she and Dawn stepped out of the LA bus depot.
Dawn looked at the other girl, her backpack hanging at her side. "What's wrong?"
Mercedes looked at her, and finally realized something. They had just left, which was no big thing for her, but for Dawn, she was leaving family. "It's JP. I could feel him from Sunnydale, telling me to come here. But now that I'm in LA, I can't feel him exactly. Like I felt him, here," she tapped her head and then her heart, "and here. But now there's nothing. Or everything. I don't know. It's overwhelming."
Dawn laid a hand on the other girl's shoulder, "I understand, I think. Look, I have friends who live in LA, maybe they'll help us."
Mercedes smiled, "Thanks," she said quietly. Dawn nodded, and they began walking down the street.
"Random question," Dawn turned to Mercedes. "I know you can be underwhelmed and overwhelmed, but can you ever just be whelmed?" Mercedes shrugged.
"Are you sure you're cool?" Oz asked as he looked at Connor. The rest were out patrolling or working on cases or doing other things, leaving only Connor home to watch JP while he went out and spent a night on the town.
The teen nodded, "Everything will be fine." With one last look towards the teen, Oz kneeled down and started giving instructions to JP.
"Try not to get mad, okay?" Oz asked quietly.
JP shrugged, "But why'd you have to leave me with him?" he pouted slightly.
The sides of Oz's mouth twitched slightly and he stood, ruffling the kid's hair. "Don't worry, you'll have fun."
As soon as the door closed, Connor brought out the newly steal coil enforced leash. "Hopefully this will make sure you stay in the same place."
Angel knocked on the door and then felt extremely stupid. Why would a demon open the door if it knew that it was about to get killed? Sighing, he decided he would have to do it the hard way, he would have to break the door down. About halfway through, he noticed something shimmering above his head. Reaching up, he found a key. Sighing, he jammed it into the lock and the door swung open.
The apartment was relatively neat for a place where a demon lived. Creeping around, Angel noticed subtle things about the place. The demon had a taste for Chinese food, which was odd, because there weren't many demons that could really stomach human food, let along eat it in vast amount. The next that thing made the vampire's eyebrow raise was the vast amount of medicine. Picking a few of them up one at a time, Angel tried to wrack his brain for what they might be for. He thought one of them was for cancer, but he wasn't sure.
Suddenly movement caught Angel's eye. Looking around he spotted a blue lizard? Kneeling he looked at the animal from where it was hiding under the bed. No, it wasn't a lizard, but it was unlike any other demon he had ever seen before. It was almost cat like, with it's silver can eyes and thin bone structure. But it was most definitely part of the reptile family. Reaching out, he grabbed a hind leg, careful of the tail. He laid her, because the animal was too pure to be a male, on the bed and raised the knife he had brought. But then he looked down and saw a thin cut on her belly. Placing a hand on it, he was amazed to find a child instead of the lizard like creature he had first encountered.
Like the creature, she was injured. But unlike the creature, the child was in bad shape. So Angel did the only thing he could think of, he decided to bring her home.
Mercy and Dawn stood outside the Hyperion Hotel, and Mercedes wasn't impressed. "This is it?" she asked, looking at the other girl.
Dawn just shrugged, "This is a lot better than what he had before. I think that got blown up. But hey, this has five stories and a bunch of rooms. I'm sure we can stay here for the night." Just then Dawn's cell phone rang and her eyes widened. "Shit," she cursed and then sighed. "I forgot to leave them a note, didn't I?" she asked her companion. When she received an affirmative nod from Mercedes she sighed and clicked the phone off. "They're already pissed off at me," was her reason for doing so.
As they walked in, they were met with a peculiar sight, there was a little boy attached to a column by what appeared to be a leash. "JP!" Mercedes cried.
"Mercy!" the little boy ran towards the girl, but was held back by the leash. He ended up landing on his rump with an "oomph".
"What the?" Mercedes wrinkled her brow, "Who did this?" she asked, ready to give the person a piece of her mind.
"The prairie dog!" JP reported happily.
"The prairie dog?" Dawn turned to Mercedes, the girl shrugged as she unclipped the little boy and bent down, waiting for the impending hug.
"Hey! Who are you?" Connor walked down the stairs and saw JP hugging a strange girl.
"Who are you?" Dawn asked, not liking the guy the instant she set eyes upon him.
"The prairie dog!" JP called out.
Mercedes glare fell upon Connor, eyes narrowed. "You're the one who did this? Give me one good reason why I shouldn't beat you to the pain?"
Connor looked at her, "Because beating you to death is quite boring."
Mercedes rolled her eyes, "Are normally this thick headed? I said to the pain, not to the death."
Connor looked at her, "I don't think I'm quite sure I'm familiar with this new kind of torture."
"I'll explain and I'll use small words so that you'll be sure to understand, you warthog faced buffoon," Mercedes grinned sadistically.
"That may be the first time in my life a man has dared insult me," Connor told her, conveniently forgetting that Kieran and his father did it on a regular basis everyday.
"It won't be the last," Mercedes said, "To the pain means the first thing you will lose will be your feet below the ankles. Then your hands at the wrists. Next your nose."
"And then my tongue I suppose," Connor mused, bored by the conversation.
"I wasn't finished. The next thing you will lose will be your left eye followed by your right," Mercedes made a slashing motion over her eyes.
Connor was now impatient. "And then my ears, I understand let's get on with it!"
"Wrong! Your ears you keep and I'll tell you why. So that every shriek of every child in seeing your hideousness will be yours to cherish. Every babe that weeps at your approach, every woman who cries out dear god what is that thing, will echo in your perfect ears. That is what to the pain means. It means I leave you in anguish, wallowing in freakish misery forever. Now, give me a good reason why I shouldn't do that?" Mercedes looked at Connor.
Dawn looked at her friend; "I'll give you two good reasons. One, you've watched the Princess Bride way too many times. Another, him," she said carefully. When Mercedes looked at Dawn, she followed the girl's finger. There stood Angel, a tiny girl in his arms.
JP looked up as well. "You found her!" he said happily.
At the exact same moment, Mercedes whispered, "Skye."
Bwhaha, now who expected that? Save Jen, who really expected that? Well we've got more coming up! We've got Spike, strip poker, Lindsey. general sex jokes, Faith, and of course, everyone's favorite, making fun of Connor! Tee hee Wow, this chapter was close to 2,500 words. I hope you all are happy!
Oh, and if this isn't up to par as my other chapters, well Jen was busy, so I did this by myself. Also, I will probably be updating about once a week, just to give my beta (Jen) a break, cause she's home and stuff. Also it let's me work on other stuff (like other stories....look below) and school work.
FerretGirl: You are a sweetie, and don't worry about Wes. He's a big part of the series, and he even will get his own little story about him, well sorta. And your site is abosolutely fantastic. Ferrets are adorable, and I couldn't gush enough about da kitties. I have one meself.
Sukie: Your review was the sweetest thing...you just got JP and Cale mixed up a bit, but no worries, I'd love to own Cale, but Jen won't let me have him. *sigh* You made me feel all warm and fuzzy though!
Oh, it's that time again....no not that time you perverts... I have another story on the way. A couple things you should know A) I won't be giving this fic up, nor will this be on hiatus. B) It's the sequal to my previous fic Pulvis et Ubrumarum. C) Blame it entirely on a song by Pink entitled Lonely Girl. It gave me one huge story arc. D) There is no D....yes there is, read and review? Please?
Oz watched his child sleep. The five-year-old was curled in a ball and in the middle of the bed. His thumb in his mouth. The older man didn't have the heart to move the child. A whimpering sigh made Oz look up from the book on computers that he was reading. "You okay?" he asked.
JP lifted his head and rubbed his eyes. "Tired," he mumbled as he crawled over, leaning his head on Oz's thigh.
"Sleep then," Oz told his son, rubbing the child's back.
"Don't make fun of me. Can't sleep," JP told him as he rolled onto his back, tummy upwards.
The sides of Oz's mouth quirked upward as he rubbed his child's stomach instead. He hummed a melody of a song. JP smiled as Oz's continued. "Goodnight, my angel, now it's time to dream, and dream how wonderful your life will be," Oz whispered once he found the child resting peacefully. Leaning over, he kissed the child's forehead. And Oz watched his child sleep.
"Are you holding up?" Dawn asked as she walked into the living room where Mercedes was sitting.
Mercedes shrugged, "It hurt, but it could have been worse," she accepted the mug of hot chocolate that Dawn held. "Thanks," she told her friend.
It was Dawn's turn to shrug as she sat next to the other girl. "My mom always used to make me hot chocolate when I hurt myself or was just generally feeling blah. I thought it might cheer you up."
Mercedes didn't even bother with meeting Dawn's eyes, but she did have a small smile on her face. "Look, I really don't deserve this. I'll be outta here sooner or later."
Dawn tried to meet her gaze, but it didn't work. The teen finally settled on looking at her, "Where will you go?" she asked, the curiosity getting the better of her.
Mercedes sighed; she looked worn down and tired. "I really don't know. Around I guess."
They sat in silence for a few minutes, Dawn quietly lending support. Suddenly Mercedes tensed, holding her breath. "Oh my god," Mercedes let out her breath as a hand flew up to her mouth. "I know where he is!" she stood quickly, putting the mug of hot chocolate on the table. She headed towards the door.
"Mercedes, wait!" Dawn followed the taller girl briskly.
Mercedes swung around and looked into Dawn's eyes. "I have to find him," she offered as an explanation for her actions.
Dawn grabbed her hand, "I know, but it can wait a night? I'll even help you. That's what friends are for. So where is this little guy?" she asked.
"LA. We're going to LA," Mercedes smiled, and Dawn smiled back.
JP wandered the upper hallways looking for something to do. Somehow he wandered into Angel's room. The boy stared at the vampire before walking around to the side of the bed. Angel didn't even bother looking up, he knew the child was there. For some reason beyond him, the child had taken a liking to the vampire with a soul.
"What do you want JP?" Angel asked once his curiosity got the better of him.
The little boy looked at him and blinked, suddenly looking a lot like his father. "When you find her, will you save her?" he asked.
This made Angel look at the boy, "When I find whom?" he asked.
"Her. When you find her, will you save her?" JP asked again.
Angel was confused, but then finally decided that JP was just being a kid. He sighed and nodded; giving up at the little game the five-year-old was playing. "When I find her, I'll save her," he told the kid.
JP smiled widely. "Yay!" he told the vampire. Scrambling off the bed, he went to find other things to do.
"Dawn?" Tara knocked on the girl's door. "Time to wake up." Hearing no response, the woman walked into the teen's room. There was no Dawn. "Oh my," a hand flew up to her mouth. "Spike!" she called.
"What is it?" Spike climbed the stairs two at a time, thinking something was wrong.
"It's Dawn…she's gone!"
"So you'll do it?" the man asked Angel. The vampire nodded and his eyes slid over to the little boy who sat in the corner. Over the three weeks or so, the little boy had wormed his way into the guy's heart.
The client followed Angel's gaze. "He's a cute kid, yours?"
Angel shook his head; "He's the son of a friend."
JP looked up, sensing that the people across the room were talking about him. Standing, he walked over and looked at the client. "Are you a one 'yed one 'orned fwying uprle eater?"
The client looked at Angel, "What did he just say?"
Angel sighed, "Are you a one eyed one horned flying purple people eater? Someone taught him the song recently. A very dead someone."
"Do you eat people?" JP asked the client another question, giving him a very pointed look.
The client laughed. And ruffled the boy's hair. "I can't say that I do, though I am guilty of the occasional hamburger."
The boy didn't even show the signs of a smile, instead his nose twitched slightly. Angel furrowed his brow. This wasn't like JP, generally he was good tempered and loved attention. The vampire's brow furrowed even more when he heard a slight growl emerge from the boy's lips. It was only due to his vampire like reflexes that Angel was able to catch JP before he flew upon the client.
A few moments later Oz walked in, followed by Kieran and Connor. Kieran was holding a couple of bags and Connor was carrying a box. "Oz!" Angel called out. JP glared at Angel before continuing his struggled to get to the client.
As soon as the boy was handed to his father, Angel quickly lead the client into the office, leaving Oz to deal with JP. Kieran and Connor settled down to watch.
"Jordan," Oz stated softly, both Kieran and Connor had to strain to hear. "What was that?"
JP pouted, which looked rather strange to Kieran. Connor only grinned; he hoped that the kid got what was coming to him.
"Jordan?" Oz asked again.
"The man was bad. He smelt wrong, and felt wrong," JP grumbled, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.
Oz repressed a sighed, and whispered something in his son's ear. The only word Kieran caught was leash. She didn't know they made child leashes. Did they come in bigger sizes? Like sizes for guys? Stealing a glance towards Connor she grinned. That would be fun. She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she almost didn't hear Connor say; "I'm done with it, so if you need it, just ask."
Kieran openly gaped. "Connor, I had no idea! Does your father know about your sexual activities?"
He glowered, "Go to hell," he told her, his voice hushed so JP wouldn't hear the bad words.
She grinned merrily, "You first!" Then turning to Oz she asked without a flinch, "Could I borrow the leash? I'm sure Connor and I could have great fun. Or at least I will," she smirked and looked at Connor again. He caught her eyes and looked away quickly, gulping.
"Fuck," Mercy muttered as she and Dawn stepped out of the LA bus depot.
Dawn looked at the other girl, her backpack hanging at her side. "What's wrong?"
Mercedes looked at her, and finally realized something. They had just left, which was no big thing for her, but for Dawn, she was leaving family. "It's JP. I could feel him from Sunnydale, telling me to come here. But now that I'm in LA, I can't feel him exactly. Like I felt him, here," she tapped her head and then her heart, "and here. But now there's nothing. Or everything. I don't know. It's overwhelming."
Dawn laid a hand on the other girl's shoulder, "I understand, I think. Look, I have friends who live in LA, maybe they'll help us."
Mercedes smiled, "Thanks," she said quietly. Dawn nodded, and they began walking down the street.
"Random question," Dawn turned to Mercedes. "I know you can be underwhelmed and overwhelmed, but can you ever just be whelmed?" Mercedes shrugged.
"Are you sure you're cool?" Oz asked as he looked at Connor. The rest were out patrolling or working on cases or doing other things, leaving only Connor home to watch JP while he went out and spent a night on the town.
The teen nodded, "Everything will be fine." With one last look towards the teen, Oz kneeled down and started giving instructions to JP.
"Try not to get mad, okay?" Oz asked quietly.
JP shrugged, "But why'd you have to leave me with him?" he pouted slightly.
The sides of Oz's mouth twitched slightly and he stood, ruffling the kid's hair. "Don't worry, you'll have fun."
As soon as the door closed, Connor brought out the newly steal coil enforced leash. "Hopefully this will make sure you stay in the same place."
Angel knocked on the door and then felt extremely stupid. Why would a demon open the door if it knew that it was about to get killed? Sighing, he decided he would have to do it the hard way, he would have to break the door down. About halfway through, he noticed something shimmering above his head. Reaching up, he found a key. Sighing, he jammed it into the lock and the door swung open.
The apartment was relatively neat for a place where a demon lived. Creeping around, Angel noticed subtle things about the place. The demon had a taste for Chinese food, which was odd, because there weren't many demons that could really stomach human food, let along eat it in vast amount. The next that thing made the vampire's eyebrow raise was the vast amount of medicine. Picking a few of them up one at a time, Angel tried to wrack his brain for what they might be for. He thought one of them was for cancer, but he wasn't sure.
Suddenly movement caught Angel's eye. Looking around he spotted a blue lizard? Kneeling he looked at the animal from where it was hiding under the bed. No, it wasn't a lizard, but it was unlike any other demon he had ever seen before. It was almost cat like, with it's silver can eyes and thin bone structure. But it was most definitely part of the reptile family. Reaching out, he grabbed a hind leg, careful of the tail. He laid her, because the animal was too pure to be a male, on the bed and raised the knife he had brought. But then he looked down and saw a thin cut on her belly. Placing a hand on it, he was amazed to find a child instead of the lizard like creature he had first encountered.
Like the creature, she was injured. But unlike the creature, the child was in bad shape. So Angel did the only thing he could think of, he decided to bring her home.
Mercy and Dawn stood outside the Hyperion Hotel, and Mercedes wasn't impressed. "This is it?" she asked, looking at the other girl.
Dawn just shrugged, "This is a lot better than what he had before. I think that got blown up. But hey, this has five stories and a bunch of rooms. I'm sure we can stay here for the night." Just then Dawn's cell phone rang and her eyes widened. "Shit," she cursed and then sighed. "I forgot to leave them a note, didn't I?" she asked her companion. When she received an affirmative nod from Mercedes she sighed and clicked the phone off. "They're already pissed off at me," was her reason for doing so.
As they walked in, they were met with a peculiar sight, there was a little boy attached to a column by what appeared to be a leash. "JP!" Mercedes cried.
"Mercy!" the little boy ran towards the girl, but was held back by the leash. He ended up landing on his rump with an "oomph".
"What the?" Mercedes wrinkled her brow, "Who did this?" she asked, ready to give the person a piece of her mind.
"The prairie dog!" JP reported happily.
"The prairie dog?" Dawn turned to Mercedes, the girl shrugged as she unclipped the little boy and bent down, waiting for the impending hug.
"Hey! Who are you?" Connor walked down the stairs and saw JP hugging a strange girl.
"Who are you?" Dawn asked, not liking the guy the instant she set eyes upon him.
"The prairie dog!" JP called out.
Mercedes glare fell upon Connor, eyes narrowed. "You're the one who did this? Give me one good reason why I shouldn't beat you to the pain?"
Connor looked at her, "Because beating you to death is quite boring."
Mercedes rolled her eyes, "Are normally this thick headed? I said to the pain, not to the death."
Connor looked at her, "I don't think I'm quite sure I'm familiar with this new kind of torture."
"I'll explain and I'll use small words so that you'll be sure to understand, you warthog faced buffoon," Mercedes grinned sadistically.
"That may be the first time in my life a man has dared insult me," Connor told her, conveniently forgetting that Kieran and his father did it on a regular basis everyday.
"It won't be the last," Mercedes said, "To the pain means the first thing you will lose will be your feet below the ankles. Then your hands at the wrists. Next your nose."
"And then my tongue I suppose," Connor mused, bored by the conversation.
"I wasn't finished. The next thing you will lose will be your left eye followed by your right," Mercedes made a slashing motion over her eyes.
Connor was now impatient. "And then my ears, I understand let's get on with it!"
"Wrong! Your ears you keep and I'll tell you why. So that every shriek of every child in seeing your hideousness will be yours to cherish. Every babe that weeps at your approach, every woman who cries out dear god what is that thing, will echo in your perfect ears. That is what to the pain means. It means I leave you in anguish, wallowing in freakish misery forever. Now, give me a good reason why I shouldn't do that?" Mercedes looked at Connor.
Dawn looked at her friend; "I'll give you two good reasons. One, you've watched the Princess Bride way too many times. Another, him," she said carefully. When Mercedes looked at Dawn, she followed the girl's finger. There stood Angel, a tiny girl in his arms.
JP looked up as well. "You found her!" he said happily.
At the exact same moment, Mercedes whispered, "Skye."
Bwhaha, now who expected that? Save Jen, who really expected that? Well we've got more coming up! We've got Spike, strip poker, Lindsey. general sex jokes, Faith, and of course, everyone's favorite, making fun of Connor! Tee hee Wow, this chapter was close to 2,500 words. I hope you all are happy!
Oh, and if this isn't up to par as my other chapters, well Jen was busy, so I did this by myself. Also, I will probably be updating about once a week, just to give my beta (Jen) a break, cause she's home and stuff. Also it let's me work on other stuff (like other stories....look below) and school work.
FerretGirl: You are a sweetie, and don't worry about Wes. He's a big part of the series, and he even will get his own little story about him, well sorta. And your site is abosolutely fantastic. Ferrets are adorable, and I couldn't gush enough about da kitties. I have one meself.
Sukie: Your review was the sweetest thing...you just got JP and Cale mixed up a bit, but no worries, I'd love to own Cale, but Jen won't let me have him. *sigh* You made me feel all warm and fuzzy though!
Oh, it's that time again....no not that time you perverts... I have another story on the way. A couple things you should know A) I won't be giving this fic up, nor will this be on hiatus. B) It's the sequal to my previous fic Pulvis et Ubrumarum. C) Blame it entirely on a song by Pink entitled Lonely Girl. It gave me one huge story arc. D) There is no D....yes there is, read and review? Please?