Disclaimer~ don't own them! Don't sue me!
Hands out little gifts to Pyro, Ivorycat, Gidgetgirl, and cloudofcalm. For their encouragement, their ideas, A for being my beat, and just for their all around cheeriness.
For the record I'm pretty sure Anya's full name was Anya Christine Emmanuella Jenkins. if not please tell me. If so. on with the story
***
Spike growled at the computer. He was busy doing some research, while little Anya did some coloring. The office was huge, large enough for Anya to find something new to break every day. Pictures of Anya hung from the wall in picture frames. On his finished, oak desk was his favorite picture taken the summer Anya had first arrived. Spike had been holding Anya while reading her a children's book. Morgan had come in to snap a photo of the sleeping vampire and child.
"Sodding Bloody Hell!"
"This program has performed an illegal shutdown. Please turn of your computer," the computerized voice repeated until Spike became frustrated and flipped the switch.
From her place, at his side in a small plastic chair, Anya giggled wildly. Her pacifier, which Spike was trying desperately to keep away from her, had fallen to the floor.
"Think it's funny do you?" he asked angrily before restarting the desktop. "All I'm trying to do is find a file about the slayer, is that so bloody hard?"
"Good morning."
Brian Ashby, owner of the Atlanta branch of Wolfram and Hart, stood in the doorway. A small red headed girl, about Anya's age, peeked around his legs.
"Kandis." Anya exclaimed, skipping to her little friend. She momentarily forgot about the pacifier, allowing the bleached blonde vampire to hide it away in his pocket.
"Having trouble with your computer?" Brian inquired as he took a seat on one of the sofas.
"No, no of course not. It's a bloody computer isn't it? Any idiot can work it out." Spike assured him, as he once again had to restart the computer.
Anya strolled up to him, holding out a demanding hand for the small object enclosed in his pocket. He sighed before giving her what she wanted. He couldn't possibly resist her cuteness. She put it in her mouth, before running out the door. Kandis was right on her heels.
"I need to speak with you," Brian told him as he folded his hands in front of his face.
"Obviously," Spike answered. "Or you wouldn't be in here."
"Its about the girls?" Brian explained trying to make the conversation flow as cool as possible.
"What about the girls?" Spike questioned, leaning back in his chair.
"Its about time we looked into daycare," Brian answered him before picking up the folder that he had brought with him. "I had Morgan look into some of the local daycares."
"There is no way in on the sodding earth I'm putting munchkin in daycare," Spike protested angrily.
"You'll have to send her to kindergarten eventually," Brian told him, getting up to lay the folder on his desk. "And without Kandis she'll be bored."
"Bugger this," Spike shouted tossing the folder into the trashcan. "There caretakers could be bloody demons."
"Get real Spike," Brian answered crossing his arms. "I've already had that checked out."
"What if don't trust the wench that keeps her?" Spike pointed out.
Brian just glared at him. "Your acting like a child," Brian told him bluntly.
"Oh come on you wanker," Spike shouted. "You're telling me you all giddy about the idea?"
"No I'm not gung hoe over it, but Kandis is getting to big to keep an eye on her all day," Brian explained as he walked to the trash can to pull out the folder. "The same goes for Anya."
"I suppose you right," Spike gave in with a sigh.
"Good. Now look over-"
Someone screamed from the lobby.
"Bloody hell!" Spike shouted as he tore from the office, Brian following closely. They found Morgan crying as she fanned herself with a manila folder.
"It was just there, it just appeared," Morgan said hysterically as she ran to Spike.
"What was there?" Brian questioned as Spike tried to console his secretary.
"The dog," Morgan answered between short gasps for air. "Anya did it, I think."
"What do you mean Anya did it?" Spike asked her gently shaking her.
"Kandis wished and-
Anya emerged red from behind the desk smiling proudly. Kandis, who was holding a Dalmatian puppy in her arms, followed her. "Look Daddy! I wished for one and there it was!"
Both men stared at the two little girls. Kandis petted the dog lovingly as Anya stepped up to speak. "I did it Spikey!"
"Did what Anya Christine?" Spike tried to speak firmly, but he knew the words coming from his mouth were weak.
Anya Christine? What did she do? That usually meant she was in trouble? She couldn't understand why Spikey was going all grr. "I made the puppy appear!" She announced happily. "She wished and I made it come."
"Practice that lie before Anya?" Spike asked as he walked circles around the girl, glaring firmly at her.
"No Spikey," Anya protested, putting a little whine into her voice. "I just made it happen."
"Anya, where'd you get the dog?" Spike asked as he bent down to look her straight in the eye.
"I don't know Spike," she admitted again. "I felt the power go threw me, and it was there."
"Uh huh?"
"Watch Mr. Spike." Kandis announced as she set down her puppy. "I wish I had a kitty too!"
"Wish Granted!" There was a bright flash of light that seemed to come from little Anya. When everyone's vision readjusted they saw a small orange kitten in Kandis's arms.
All three adults stood there with confused looks on their faces. Anya smiled proudly at her accomplishment. Kandis stroked the cat then let out a sneeze.
"She allergic to cat fur," Brian pointed out taking the cat from her arms. Kandis sneezed again before she picked up the dog into her arms again.
Spike thought about what he had just seen. There had been no doubt that the light had come from Anya.
"Bloody hell," he muttered under his breath. "She's a mini vengeance demon."
Hands out little gifts to Pyro, Ivorycat, Gidgetgirl, and cloudofcalm. For their encouragement, their ideas, A for being my beat, and just for their all around cheeriness.
For the record I'm pretty sure Anya's full name was Anya Christine Emmanuella Jenkins. if not please tell me. If so. on with the story
***
Spike growled at the computer. He was busy doing some research, while little Anya did some coloring. The office was huge, large enough for Anya to find something new to break every day. Pictures of Anya hung from the wall in picture frames. On his finished, oak desk was his favorite picture taken the summer Anya had first arrived. Spike had been holding Anya while reading her a children's book. Morgan had come in to snap a photo of the sleeping vampire and child.
"Sodding Bloody Hell!"
"This program has performed an illegal shutdown. Please turn of your computer," the computerized voice repeated until Spike became frustrated and flipped the switch.
From her place, at his side in a small plastic chair, Anya giggled wildly. Her pacifier, which Spike was trying desperately to keep away from her, had fallen to the floor.
"Think it's funny do you?" he asked angrily before restarting the desktop. "All I'm trying to do is find a file about the slayer, is that so bloody hard?"
"Good morning."
Brian Ashby, owner of the Atlanta branch of Wolfram and Hart, stood in the doorway. A small red headed girl, about Anya's age, peeked around his legs.
"Kandis." Anya exclaimed, skipping to her little friend. She momentarily forgot about the pacifier, allowing the bleached blonde vampire to hide it away in his pocket.
"Having trouble with your computer?" Brian inquired as he took a seat on one of the sofas.
"No, no of course not. It's a bloody computer isn't it? Any idiot can work it out." Spike assured him, as he once again had to restart the computer.
Anya strolled up to him, holding out a demanding hand for the small object enclosed in his pocket. He sighed before giving her what she wanted. He couldn't possibly resist her cuteness. She put it in her mouth, before running out the door. Kandis was right on her heels.
"I need to speak with you," Brian told him as he folded his hands in front of his face.
"Obviously," Spike answered. "Or you wouldn't be in here."
"Its about the girls?" Brian explained trying to make the conversation flow as cool as possible.
"What about the girls?" Spike questioned, leaning back in his chair.
"Its about time we looked into daycare," Brian answered him before picking up the folder that he had brought with him. "I had Morgan look into some of the local daycares."
"There is no way in on the sodding earth I'm putting munchkin in daycare," Spike protested angrily.
"You'll have to send her to kindergarten eventually," Brian told him, getting up to lay the folder on his desk. "And without Kandis she'll be bored."
"Bugger this," Spike shouted tossing the folder into the trashcan. "There caretakers could be bloody demons."
"Get real Spike," Brian answered crossing his arms. "I've already had that checked out."
"What if don't trust the wench that keeps her?" Spike pointed out.
Brian just glared at him. "Your acting like a child," Brian told him bluntly.
"Oh come on you wanker," Spike shouted. "You're telling me you all giddy about the idea?"
"No I'm not gung hoe over it, but Kandis is getting to big to keep an eye on her all day," Brian explained as he walked to the trash can to pull out the folder. "The same goes for Anya."
"I suppose you right," Spike gave in with a sigh.
"Good. Now look over-"
Someone screamed from the lobby.
"Bloody hell!" Spike shouted as he tore from the office, Brian following closely. They found Morgan crying as she fanned herself with a manila folder.
"It was just there, it just appeared," Morgan said hysterically as she ran to Spike.
"What was there?" Brian questioned as Spike tried to console his secretary.
"The dog," Morgan answered between short gasps for air. "Anya did it, I think."
"What do you mean Anya did it?" Spike asked her gently shaking her.
"Kandis wished and-
Anya emerged red from behind the desk smiling proudly. Kandis, who was holding a Dalmatian puppy in her arms, followed her. "Look Daddy! I wished for one and there it was!"
Both men stared at the two little girls. Kandis petted the dog lovingly as Anya stepped up to speak. "I did it Spikey!"
"Did what Anya Christine?" Spike tried to speak firmly, but he knew the words coming from his mouth were weak.
Anya Christine? What did she do? That usually meant she was in trouble? She couldn't understand why Spikey was going all grr. "I made the puppy appear!" She announced happily. "She wished and I made it come."
"Practice that lie before Anya?" Spike asked as he walked circles around the girl, glaring firmly at her.
"No Spikey," Anya protested, putting a little whine into her voice. "I just made it happen."
"Anya, where'd you get the dog?" Spike asked as he bent down to look her straight in the eye.
"I don't know Spike," she admitted again. "I felt the power go threw me, and it was there."
"Uh huh?"
"Watch Mr. Spike." Kandis announced as she set down her puppy. "I wish I had a kitty too!"
"Wish Granted!" There was a bright flash of light that seemed to come from little Anya. When everyone's vision readjusted they saw a small orange kitten in Kandis's arms.
All three adults stood there with confused looks on their faces. Anya smiled proudly at her accomplishment. Kandis stroked the cat then let out a sneeze.
"She allergic to cat fur," Brian pointed out taking the cat from her arms. Kandis sneezed again before she picked up the dog into her arms again.
Spike thought about what he had just seen. There had been no doubt that the light had come from Anya.
"Bloody hell," he muttered under his breath. "She's a mini vengeance demon."