Author's note: lol, I'm still pondering about how long this story will be,
I hope it will come to an end soon, I feel sorry for poor Nick and what I'm
doing to him! Okay, this is the second time I'm uploading this chapter,
actually the third. I'm hoping the weird signs won't show up now, or else
I'm afraid I won't be uploading any more chapters until it's fixed. I have
my own fanfiction group on yahoo, where I will be updating as well.
Aanekosikie: happy birthday then! Though it's rather late, sorry about that.
Natascha: hello! Thought you disappeared on me. Glad to see you're doing okay, thank you for you comments!
Vesu: I so know what you mean with the busy server thing, its sooo annoying. I can't stop swearing when I want to read a story and you can't even access it properly. I'm glad you thought my story was worth all he swearing and that you kept trying.
Lisa: I don't have any experience with kids I have to say, so I'm glad I managed to capture those feelings. Thank you for your encouraging comments.
Vee017: Little Alex is indeed cute, I lover her, even more then the old Alex ;) Here's another update, took me a while but we all know how busy real life is.
Frances: erm, lol, he's not going to straighten out he mess, he's making it worse!
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"Nick, please, ya need ta tink about this clearly b'fore ya doing anything rash."
A glare was all the priest received as he followed Nick to the front door, three kids close behind them. He had been trying to get the younger man to listen to him all morning, but Nick seemed to ignore him for some reason, a reason unknown to him. This morning the young ex-seal had been moody, brooding over his cup of coffee while Philip fed the three. Demons, that was what they were, Nick thought darkly, eyeing the kids who where shuffling their food into their greedy little mouths as fast as they could, before running off. No doubt of to look for some more mischief or plots to ambush him when he was least expecting it. First it was water, then it was a big food fight and they didn't even hesitate to throw mud his way. Demons, they really were true horrible demons.
It needed to end, he decided, as he stood up abruptly, almost knocking the startled priest off his feet by his sudden movement. It needed to end today, because he wasn't going to survive another. He ignored Philip's worried questions, stalking upstairs to the control room. He had spent the rest of his morning there, consulting the current database. He gulped a cup of coffee from time to time, to keep him awake for as long as possible. And there, in that database, he found the only possible way to get his normal friendly colleagues back. It was a long shot, but it was better than to do nothing at all, while those little banshees were slowly destroying the Legacy House, and the security chief with it.
His answer stood now behind those double front doors, while Philip was trying to stop him. "No," he replied angered. "I have thought about all the time and I don't see any other way." His hazel eyes flashed dangerously, making the priest take a step back. He didn't want to have an argument with his friend, but that did not mean he should listen to what he was saying. Philip had his church to turn to, Nick had nothing, he would be taking care of those devils his whole life, he wouldn't be able to go to bars anymore, to stay up late, to do whatever he wanted to do. No, his whole life would be about *them*, to take care of them, to fulfil their every need, to be a sweet and loving daddy. And he just wasn't daddy material, ever.
"Think about the danger, what if it goes wrong Nick?"
"It won't, now shut up Pip, and let me open the door."
The protests stopped, even though Alex was bursting out in tears because she was scared. The front door opened, making young Derek gasp at who was standing there. She wore a long purple dress, with black lace and wide sleeves. Her black hair was hanging loosely over her shoulders while her neck was adjourned with various sizes of pentagrams. She was everything Nick expected a witch to be and more.
"I believe you had a spell to brake?" She said in a low voice, looking directly to Nick with that. She wasn't a fool, recognizing a believer when she met one. This young man was going to pay her a lot of money; she would make sure of that. Nick nodded, motioning for her to enter, but she just shook her head, using some silver powder to spray on the kids, while holding up a rather large book, that seemed too heavy for her to hold. Philip was eyeing her with suspicion, shielding Derek, Rachel and Alex with his own body, glaring to what obviously was a fraud.
"What do ya tink ya doing?"
"Breaking a spell, sir, what else does it looks like? Now be quiet, step aside and let me do my job."
Job? She actually believed this was her job? Well whatever she called it was fine with Nick, as long as Derek would be old, emotional uptight, fatherly and nice Precept again. As long as Rachel would be analysing his every more again while trying to get him into counselling. As long as Alex would worry about him again, making sure he would drive safe and didn't drink too much, then he really didn't care if she was walking around here naked while telling the world she was Cinderella.
The words she mumbled were unknown to him, and by the look on Philip's face, it wasn't Latin either. It took her forever to read up this verse she obviously had found, and he was growing restless. Alex was looking at the witch with big fearful eyes while Derek and Rachel looked interested. But nothing was happening! He was so restless that his whole body was itching, and he longed to just run a few miles or something. Or climb a tree! Whoa, where was that coming from? Climbing a tree wasn't really on his list of workouts. Oh good, she was finished, now we need to wait for it to work. He crossed his arms, or tried to, when his sweater suddenly seemed awfully big. He didn't put on one of Derek's did he? He was just drowning in this one, weird.
"It's not working," somebody shrieked in a rather soft voice, sounding somehow familiar to him. All heads turned to him, Philip's eyes widening in shock while the three kids were giggling. The witch seemed to get a guilty look on her face, shooting him an apologetic glance before disappearing quietly, just in case the priest would notice.
"What?" that same soft voice now shrieked, and he winched, realising that the voice was actually his, making him close his eyes, count to ten and then look up to Philip. He was looking up to Philip! Way up, he was short, really short! What happened? More important, what happened to him?
"Pip?"
The priest was simply dumbfounded, as he looked at what had been his best friend about fifteen minutes ago. Nick was still there, that wasn't really the problem, the height was though. Before him stood a little boy, smaller then Alex with her three years old, with dark blonde hair and hazel eyes, while he was drowning in a big sweater, his pants in a heap at his feet. The large eyes looked worried up to him, while that sweet little face had a hint of panic on it.
"Nick?"
Oh Lord, this was going to be worse then Philip would ever had imagined, as he looked at the three year old Nick.
Aanekosikie: happy birthday then! Though it's rather late, sorry about that.
Natascha: hello! Thought you disappeared on me. Glad to see you're doing okay, thank you for you comments!
Vesu: I so know what you mean with the busy server thing, its sooo annoying. I can't stop swearing when I want to read a story and you can't even access it properly. I'm glad you thought my story was worth all he swearing and that you kept trying.
Lisa: I don't have any experience with kids I have to say, so I'm glad I managed to capture those feelings. Thank you for your encouraging comments.
Vee017: Little Alex is indeed cute, I lover her, even more then the old Alex ;) Here's another update, took me a while but we all know how busy real life is.
Frances: erm, lol, he's not going to straighten out he mess, he's making it worse!
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"Nick, please, ya need ta tink about this clearly b'fore ya doing anything rash."
A glare was all the priest received as he followed Nick to the front door, three kids close behind them. He had been trying to get the younger man to listen to him all morning, but Nick seemed to ignore him for some reason, a reason unknown to him. This morning the young ex-seal had been moody, brooding over his cup of coffee while Philip fed the three. Demons, that was what they were, Nick thought darkly, eyeing the kids who where shuffling their food into their greedy little mouths as fast as they could, before running off. No doubt of to look for some more mischief or plots to ambush him when he was least expecting it. First it was water, then it was a big food fight and they didn't even hesitate to throw mud his way. Demons, they really were true horrible demons.
It needed to end, he decided, as he stood up abruptly, almost knocking the startled priest off his feet by his sudden movement. It needed to end today, because he wasn't going to survive another. He ignored Philip's worried questions, stalking upstairs to the control room. He had spent the rest of his morning there, consulting the current database. He gulped a cup of coffee from time to time, to keep him awake for as long as possible. And there, in that database, he found the only possible way to get his normal friendly colleagues back. It was a long shot, but it was better than to do nothing at all, while those little banshees were slowly destroying the Legacy House, and the security chief with it.
His answer stood now behind those double front doors, while Philip was trying to stop him. "No," he replied angered. "I have thought about all the time and I don't see any other way." His hazel eyes flashed dangerously, making the priest take a step back. He didn't want to have an argument with his friend, but that did not mean he should listen to what he was saying. Philip had his church to turn to, Nick had nothing, he would be taking care of those devils his whole life, he wouldn't be able to go to bars anymore, to stay up late, to do whatever he wanted to do. No, his whole life would be about *them*, to take care of them, to fulfil their every need, to be a sweet and loving daddy. And he just wasn't daddy material, ever.
"Think about the danger, what if it goes wrong Nick?"
"It won't, now shut up Pip, and let me open the door."
The protests stopped, even though Alex was bursting out in tears because she was scared. The front door opened, making young Derek gasp at who was standing there. She wore a long purple dress, with black lace and wide sleeves. Her black hair was hanging loosely over her shoulders while her neck was adjourned with various sizes of pentagrams. She was everything Nick expected a witch to be and more.
"I believe you had a spell to brake?" She said in a low voice, looking directly to Nick with that. She wasn't a fool, recognizing a believer when she met one. This young man was going to pay her a lot of money; she would make sure of that. Nick nodded, motioning for her to enter, but she just shook her head, using some silver powder to spray on the kids, while holding up a rather large book, that seemed too heavy for her to hold. Philip was eyeing her with suspicion, shielding Derek, Rachel and Alex with his own body, glaring to what obviously was a fraud.
"What do ya tink ya doing?"
"Breaking a spell, sir, what else does it looks like? Now be quiet, step aside and let me do my job."
Job? She actually believed this was her job? Well whatever she called it was fine with Nick, as long as Derek would be old, emotional uptight, fatherly and nice Precept again. As long as Rachel would be analysing his every more again while trying to get him into counselling. As long as Alex would worry about him again, making sure he would drive safe and didn't drink too much, then he really didn't care if she was walking around here naked while telling the world she was Cinderella.
The words she mumbled were unknown to him, and by the look on Philip's face, it wasn't Latin either. It took her forever to read up this verse she obviously had found, and he was growing restless. Alex was looking at the witch with big fearful eyes while Derek and Rachel looked interested. But nothing was happening! He was so restless that his whole body was itching, and he longed to just run a few miles or something. Or climb a tree! Whoa, where was that coming from? Climbing a tree wasn't really on his list of workouts. Oh good, she was finished, now we need to wait for it to work. He crossed his arms, or tried to, when his sweater suddenly seemed awfully big. He didn't put on one of Derek's did he? He was just drowning in this one, weird.
"It's not working," somebody shrieked in a rather soft voice, sounding somehow familiar to him. All heads turned to him, Philip's eyes widening in shock while the three kids were giggling. The witch seemed to get a guilty look on her face, shooting him an apologetic glance before disappearing quietly, just in case the priest would notice.
"What?" that same soft voice now shrieked, and he winched, realising that the voice was actually his, making him close his eyes, count to ten and then look up to Philip. He was looking up to Philip! Way up, he was short, really short! What happened? More important, what happened to him?
"Pip?"
The priest was simply dumbfounded, as he looked at what had been his best friend about fifteen minutes ago. Nick was still there, that wasn't really the problem, the height was though. Before him stood a little boy, smaller then Alex with her three years old, with dark blonde hair and hazel eyes, while he was drowning in a big sweater, his pants in a heap at his feet. The large eyes looked worried up to him, while that sweet little face had a hint of panic on it.
"Nick?"
Oh Lord, this was going to be worse then Philip would ever had imagined, as he looked at the three year old Nick.