Disclaimer: Am I making money? I wish....I don't own any of the canon. Sorry. If I did, Spike wouldn't be blown to smithereens and Cordy would still be the bitch we all love.


The Los Angeles library was quiet and dark, except for one wing, the John Jay wing, where two teens sat. Kieran laughed as Jay cracked a joke. Glancing at her watch, she gasped. Cursing softly, she looked up at Jay, who was giving her a worried look. "What's up?" he asked her.

She smiled. "I'm a bit late, meaning I have to go." Flashing Jay another smile, Kieran stood and turned.

"Wait!" Jay called after her. She turned. "It's not safe for girls to be out and about after dark." She rolled her eyes and spun around. He called after her again. Kieran stopped and looked back at him. "Here," he said, giving her a card.

"You're giving me…a business card?" Kieran looked up at him.

"Call me," he told her.

"Okay," Kieran told him as she rushed out into the night.

Jay watched her go. Wispy brown hair fell in his eyes. Brushing it out of his eyes he grinned. It was time for him to get home, but why go? His parents weren't home, and it was so much fun to see how long it took for his in loco parentes to order her minions out to find him. Grinning, Jay walked out of the stone building and down the street, all the while fingering a fake ID in his wallet. He heard there was a really nice strip club on Forth and Main.


Chase took a sip of her beer; Oz stuck with water. "So, Oz?" She swished her beer in the glass.

He nodded, "So."

"Oz, that a name not many hear," she told him.

Oz shrugged, "It's a nick name a friend gave me in high school."

Chase looked at him. "Ah, high school. I remember that, sorta. I skipped just enough that I could graduate, but I did, just barely."

Oz nodded, "High school graduations. Always fun."


Skye felt herself slip out of her dreams and became fully aware of what was around her. She was in a bed, and it was soft. She didn't remember the last time she had been in a bed. Wait, she did. It had been when she was home. Was she back home now?

Suddenly she felt something on her chest. It was heavy, warm though. The weight felt like Mickey, the calico cat her parents had. He always woke her up in the morning. Maybe she was home.

Opening her eyes, she found a pair of very human eyes looking into her own. She wasn't home. "Boo!" the face yelled and she screamed.

JP blinked and scrambled back. "Found you!" he smiled impishly, light brown hair falling into his eyes.

Skye looked at JP. "Are you really there?" she whispered. Reaching out she touched is face. Soft fingertips lightly touched the round cheeks that were reminder of babyhood, his nose small and upturned. It was JP. He had always been able to bring a smile to anyone's face, except maybe for the people who held them.

"Found you," JP repeated. His smiled widened as he cocked his head to the side, as if he was listening to something.

Mercedes burst into the room, the look on her face murderous. "What happened?" She asked, before she realized that Skye was sitting up, and talking. "Skye!" she rushed over and started to look her over. Once she was done, Mercedes picked her up.

"Where do you think you're going?" Angel asked, blocking Mercedes.

"I have what I needed. I'm going now," Mercedes tried to go around the large vampire. He still blocked her path.

"And what will you do? Where will you go?" Angel asked quietly.

Mercedes didn't meet his eyes. Her arms went limp, and Skye slid to the floor and stood. "Do not mettle in the affairs of dragons, for they are quick to anger and you taste good with ketchup." She padded back to the bed and pulled the covers over her, displacing JP.

He smiled, "Hot dogs are good."

"Peaches?" a voice called from the lobby. Dawn paled when she heard it. Muttering a string of curses that made Skye slap her hands over JP's ears, she made her way down stairs to face the music.

Mercedes glared her hands over Skye's ears. "Do you mind? There are young ears here."

Dawn didn't even spare her a glance. "And I'm sure you've uttered it all before."

Again, Mercedes looked away for the second time that night.


"Sir, you know you're not supposed to be here." A young man, probably a clerk, walked up to Jay, who was getting a very nice lap dance.

Jay shot a very bored look towards the nameless and faceless clerk. Once his lap dance was over and done with, and the girl had been given her twenty, Jay finally paid the guy the time of day.

"Let me guess, the frigid bitch from hell sent you here?" Jay leaned back, his hands behind his head. He studied the clerk. Probably still in law school. He was surprised that he was a clerk to one of the partners.

"Yes, my superior did send me here to find you," the clerk said nervously.

Jay nodded slowly. "Do you have a light on you?" he asked.

"Sorry sir," the clerk apologized. "I don't smoke."

"Good, neither do I." Jay smiled, "Sit. What's your name?"

"Scott, Keith Scott, sir," the clerk said as he sat.

"So, Keith. I like you," Jay told him, leaning forward. The chair hit the floor with a light thud.

"Thank you sir," Keith said, still nervous.

"That's a good thing you know," Jay said as he downed the last of his Coke and Rum. He liked this place; they didn't ask questions. "It's a very good thing. Now see, I don't like your superior. She has a bit too much power, don't you think?"

"If you say so sir," the clerk told him.

Jay clapped his hands together. "And I do. Now Keith, could you do me a favor? Go back to your superior and tell her to fuck off."

The clerk was horrified. "Sir, I couldn't. My internship would be lost. And any hope of getting a job right out school."

Jay waived him off. "No it won't. Not while I'm here. And believe me, I'll be here for a long time, after all, your superior's job is on the line, not to mention her life. So why don't you run along and do as I asked."

Keith stood and walked out of the strip joint and Jay laughed. That was the third one tonight. He'd wait for two more before he'd leave. Just to make sure his 'babysitter' was a nice shade of red before he made his appearance.


Kieran walked up the block to the Hyperion and noted the strange car parked in front of it. Wrinkling her eyebrow, she wondered who was meeting Angel Company so late. Hurrying, she made her way into the Hotel.


Austin stood in the room of his childhood home. People like Quentin Travers sickened him. Granted, he did not know JP too well, after all he had limited contact with him. But it was hard not to be drawn to him. Apparently Kieran was quite drawn to him, and they were best of friends.

It was good for Kieran, he supposed. She was only sixteen, and even though she was just a slayer in waiting, she was expected to have full slayer abilities. He couldn't wait until her 18th birthday passed. She'd be freed from this cursed existence.

He sighed; it looked as if he would be going to Germany after all. He heard from one of Traver's underlings who actually had compassion that someone in Hamburg could help him.


Captain Christopher Bruso stood at attention behind his commander, in front of him stood three special forces lieutenants. Currently the three of them were being given orders on what to do. And currently he, Captain Christopher Bruso, was idly wondering why he was here. He wanted to get home to his family and his two kids. Today was his little boy's fifth birthday, and he wanted to get home to celebrate it.

Suddenly he heard, "Attention," and automatically he stood straighter and correctly as his commander filed out, followed by the three operatives. Then, silently, he took his leave. It was time to go home and see his family.


"Chase," Oz spoke, "Is it short for something?" he asked.

She shrugged, "Chastity. My mother had a twisted sense of humor."

Taking a sip of his water, Oz looked up. "I dunno. It fits in some karmic way."

She snorted indignantly, "You don't actually believe in that stuff, do you?"

"You'd be surprised at some of the stuff I believe in," Oz told her.

"Fair enough," Chase finished her beer. "My place or yours?" she asked.

"Yours," Oz said, slipping a five-dollar bill and a few quarters down on the table. "It's on me," he told her before she even could protest. Chase simply nodded. She hadn't known that men could still be gentlemen in this day and age.


Kieran's jaw dropped when she walked into the Hyperion's lobby. There were five strangers in here. Three stood together, blonde woman and a bleached blonde male, along with an older guy who looked like he could be either one of the stranger's fathers. And then there was Angel; the other two who Kieran didn't know stood behind them.

"Look poufter, I just want Dawn and get out of here," the bleached blonde told Angel firmly.

Kieran didn't know what 'poufter' meant, but it didn't seem very nice. Angel just ignored the jibe and sighed. "I didn't invite her here. And it's her choice to leave or not."

It was Kieran's time to step in. "Could someone please explain to me what's going on? Who are these people?" she asked Angel.

He sighed, "Kieran, meet Giles, Tara, Spike," he introduced the three that stood together, "Dawn, and Mercedes," then he indicated the two teens around Kieran's age. "Everyone, this is Kieran, the slayer in residence."

"Slayer?" Giles was the first to react. "What about Faith?"

Kieran nodded, "Faith is alive and well, as far as I know. But I'm senior potential, so I fill in for the slayer while she sits in the slammer. I have two years left before she dies or I am free." She shrugged; she was used to her duty.

"Oh," was all they could say.


When Jay swaggered into the pent house he was currently staying at, he was met by a very red faced Lilah Morgan, his 'baby-sitter'. "Where have you been young man?" she ground out.

He shrugged, "Doesn't matter."

She put on a coy smile, "Oh but I think it does."

"Don't play me Lilah," Jay snapped, turning towards her. "We both know who has the power here. Who has the upper hand, and I'll give you three guesses, and the first two don't count."

Lilah ignored her charge. "You have a lot to do tomorrow. You should have been in by curfew." She ignored the snort from Jay. "School, tennis team, homework, oh yes, of course, we can't forget the community service."

"Fencing actually," Jay kept his voice light as he wandered into the kitchen and pulled out a carton of milk, and began to drink straight from it. He knew it drove the lawyer bitch from hell crazy.

"Excuse me?" Lilah looked down at him, trying to ignore his outright disrespect about other people and the need to be sanitary.

"Its fencing, not tennis. The feel of a foil is, I don't know. So comforting to some," he flashed her a smile.

"And all the better to carve my heart out with I suppose?" Lilah asked, following him into his room. She was interested as to see how this turned out.

"It'd be a bit hard you know. With you being a heartless bitch and all," Jay shrugged as he pulled his shirt off.

"Do you kiss your mother with that mouth? Maybe someone should was your mouth out with soap," Lilah snapped. This…boy…was getting the better of her.

"And maybe I would have an allergic reaction. And of course that would be your fault. Ooh, that would be fun." Jay smirked. "But let us not forget about your schedule. Get me up, get me to school, try and corrupt the world, pick me up from fencing, corrupt the world some more, make dinner. Wow, you're just a regular Suzy homemaker."

Lilah grit her teeth. "Why I ought to…"

"Ought to what?" he asked calmly. "Hurt one hair on my head and it's your job, your life. Now do you mind? I'm trying to change. After all I have busy schedule tomorrow," throwing her another smirk; Jay closed the door in Lilah's face.


Author's Note:

Ack! I'm sorry, block hit me over the head and dragged me into a closet...err, yeah. Real life got in the way, mainly finals and homework. Then Jen didn't wanna beta (cause she has a lot to do) and then plot bunnies attacked. geen I finally got them controlled and then they attack me, making me write a new story (Tis called Hunters: The Risen and please read, it's good, Jen loves it....okay, it's winning her over) which is a Harry Potter/Buffy/Angel crossover. Mainly it's another Dawn and Connor go to Hogwarts, but guess what, it has Spike and Oz in it (and Spike isn't related to Malfoy!) so please take a look at it before I go into a corner and cry. Also I started a couple of sites, e, and take up a challenge. Oh, and review, please?