Title: Who's next 6/?
Arthur: Christen Hays (PurplehaysC@netscape.com)
Disclaimer: These Characters belong to Joss Whedon, except Tiama and anyone else you do not recognize.
Distribution: Take it, but let me know. If you have any of my other fics, go ahead.
Comments: this is my first fanfic so please be gentle! And I want all the comments good or bad you have! (Oh I got this idea from reading Child of Love so who ever wrote that thanks)
"You are never going to be able to catch me!" Tiama screamed as she ran down the hall away from Fred.
"Xander, keep the loon away from me!" Damon said as he ran out of the room from Spike.
Neither one of them were looking where they were going because they ran into each other.
"Sorry." Tiama said getting up and reaching her hand out to Damon.
"My fault entirely, so what were you running from?"
"My Aunt Fred, I made a crack about how much food she eats and now she's after me. What about you?"
"I'm running from my Uncle Spike, I left the window open last night and well he got burned this morning. He's quite mad." Damon said smiling.
"Tiama?" Fred asked as she came down.
"Come in here." Tiama said as she pulled him into a room. "Now don't say a word until I say so."
"Ok." Damon said smiling.
"Tiama?" Fred said again but she could tell she was further away.
"I think she gave up on me being down here." Tiama said as she switched on the lights.
"So how many rooms are there in this place any way?" Damon asked.
"At last count 120."
"You counted them?" He asked shocked.
"Well I used to; when my dad wasn't looking, I would try to search every room and name it, you know act like there was something hiding from me. I never actually got to all them."
"You must have been very bored."
"There aren't many people my age who has parents who will let them stay here. So I found ways to amuse myself."
"I know the feeling, all too well. Not many people came over to our house either not that my parents really would have let them any way."
"So what did you do for fun?"
"I… and I know this is going to sound stupid but I read the books that my parents had over and joined a band. The book thing lasted longer, with the band thing people kept dying."
"So you're a book worm?"
"Internet, book worm yes. There was not much else to do. I think I'm the only one my age who knows everything there is to know about demons."
"You want to wager something here, cause I just might beat you there."
"Nah, don't have any money or anything worth losing. So is there any chance that I can get a tour of this hotel and you can tell me their names?"
"If you prove you deserve to know."
"Oh and how can I do that?"
"You'll know when you do, you're getting there though." Tiama said smiling.
"So what are your plans for staying here?" Angel asked as Oz and Willow ate their breakfast.
"Well we really don't have anything we have to rush back to. Except the funeral." Oz said.
"Right, is there any chance…"
"It'll be at night don't worry, we want you there." Willow said.
"Thanks, Will."
"So is there any chance that we'll get maybe to work with your crew why we are here?" Oz asked.
"Well Giles, Wesley and Cordy are already working together, comparing notes I think. But we'd need to get a case first." Angel said.
"When did Cordelia become so I don't know… got a work ethic?" Willow asked.
"She needed money and this was the only way that a half-demon can really make money here quickly."
"Half-demon?" Willow asked shocked.
"Yeah I mean I know she's mean man, but half demon, that's harsh." Oz said shocked that Angel called her that.
"No, she literally is a half demon, ask her yourself." Angel said defensively.
"When did this happen?" Willow asked.
"This year, because of the visions she gets and if you're human you can't take them but a half-demon can. So Skip mad her a half-demon."
"Who's Skip?" Will asked.
"Another long story, that's not really important."
"We're going to be here for a long time, so let's hear it." Oz said.
"I didn't really realize there was this much activity in Los Angles." Giles said as he put all of the files down.
"Sunnydale is not the only place in the world with supernatural things going on. We stay busy as you can tell. Though I'd wish we had more breaks." Cordy said.
"Business brings money, I thought that you loved money." Giles said confused.
"Yeah but she's not so in love with the visions, she gets." Wesley said.
"You get vision since when?" Giles asked.
"Since Doyle died." Cordy said.
"Who was Doyle?" Giles asked.
"He was of the people who worked here, now stop asking me questions!" Cordy screamed at him.
"I can see everything is going well in here, I thinking I'm going to leave." Gunn said.
"Wait, what did you come in here for?" Wesley asked.
"Well since Fred ran after Tiama, and that in it's self will take all day, I decided I'd see if there was any work to be done." Gunn said.
"Fred's your wife right?" Giles asked.
"Here he goes with the questions again." Cordy said annoyed as she put the folders back in the cabinet.
"Yes, she is." Gunn said coming in.
"What does she do here any way? And you?" He asked.
"Fred does research mainly and Gunn fights." Wesley said.
"How long have the two of you been together any way?" Giles asked.
"Not long really, at first I thought she was going to fall for him." Gunn said pointing at Wesley.
"But she didn't." Wesley said sadly.
"You just have horrible luck with people you like don't you." Giles said to Wesley.
"Oh no." Cordy said worried.
"What's wrong with you?" Giles asked.
"I just had a vision." Cordy said.
"Let me guess you didn't like it?" Wesley asked.
"No, Angel's not going to like it." Cordy said.