A/N: It has been a while, and it will be a while, because I've hit the exam
module part of the school year. Life sucks and everything. Anyhoo, if
you're bored, and you like Hero, check out Replay, my Charmed fic, with
mini-Prue, and Don't Tell Mom, my Buffy fic, with a pint sized Slayer and a
naughty little boy.
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"Bryn," Angel called. Over the past week, he'd spent more time at the Hyperion than he had since they'd first owned Wolfram and Hart. The little girl who now always called him 'Daddy' had taken to the old hotel quickly, and insisted on staying there.
"Bryn," he called again, patiently. There was a giggle from behind him. His lips quirked in a smile.
"Bryn, we've got to leave," he tried, hoping the child would give in.
"Nope. Don't want to go. Play hide and go seek, Daddy," she demanded. He turned around quickly, and noticed her dodge behind the weapons cabinet, but pretended he hadn't noticed.
"Sorry, Bryn. We can't. We need to go to Wolfram and Hart."
Bryn blew a raspberry at Daddy, from her hiding place. Wolfram and Hart was boring. Jory never talked to her there, and Daddy always went off and did stuff without her. She didn't mind being by herself, but whenever she tried to do fun things, the blonde lady made it all stupid. If Spike was there though, he would play with her, but Daddy always got all grr-y when Spike played with her.
"Bryn, that isn't nice," Angel said, knowing the words were weak as they came out of his mouth.
"Who says?" she challenged, peeking around the weapons cabinet. Daddy always got her hiding places in the end, so she had to be real careful.
"I say," he answered. "Brynna, come on out now." Oops. When Bryn got called Brynna, Daddy was real close to getting mad. When she got called 'Hero', she was in big trouble.
"Okay, okay," she sighed, rolling her eyes in a very Spike-like way as she stepped out from behind the cabinet. Angel gritted his teeth at the eye thing. She spent way too much time with Casper.
He couldn't help but smile at his daughter. He grinned almost dopily at how many times a day he said, or thought the words 'my daughter'. Bryn's chestnut brown hair was mussed from her hide-and go-seek game and there was a streak of dirt on her left cheek. Her hazel eyes were fixed on his in a stubborn expression, and she folded her arms across her tee-shirt, preparing to put up a protest.
"No arguments," he told her. She sighed again loudly, and sat down on the couch in the lobby, looking dejected.
"Where are your sneakers?" he asked, looking around. Bryn swung her legs out in front of her, admiring her socks. Red was her very favouritest color. She noticed the sneakers peeping out from underneath the couch, and kicked them back under.
"Why don't you want to stay home and play with me?" she asked, her lower lip jutting out.
Angel glanced back at her, and continued to search for the shoes.
"I do, Bryn. But I have to work as well."
"Fine," she grouched.
"That's no way for Miss Bryn to talk," he said playfully. She shook her head, her arms still tightly folded. He stood up, and crept up behind her. Her head whipped around as he pounced, tickling her to screams of laughter. She jumped off the couch, and raced into his office, ducking behind a chair as he chased her. He caught her around the waist as she skidded across the lobby floor, her feet shooting out from under her.
"Ah! I see a sneaker," he snatched the little shoe out from beneath the couch, where it sat forlornly on its own, and grabbed Bryn's foot.
"No, Daddy," she protested. He nodded.
"Yes Daddy. Or the tickle monster will get you," he promised. Bryn cocked her head on one side, then gave him a disdainful look.
"There's no such thing as a tickle monster. Jory says," she stated. "You're being silly, Daddy."
"Yup," Angel agreed, with a grin. "I am. C'mon, let's get out of here." He helped her into her jacket, and tied her sneaker laces. Bryn sighed, but gave up for the timing being. Maybe Spike would play with her today.
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"Hello Harmony," Angel said, sinking into his desk chair. The blonde vampire smiled.
"Heya Brynnie, how are you tonight?" she cooed, bending down to Bryn's height. Bryn raised one eyebrow in a perfect Lilah imitation, and folded her arms.
"You have lipstick on your teeth," she said conversationally. Harmony stood up, and started rubbing at her teeth frantically trying to remove the make- up.
"Okay, I need the files on these scrolls, the information run on these clients," Angel looked up from piling up manila folders on his desk, and stared at his secretary. "What are you doing, Harmony?"
"Bryn said I had lipstick on my teeth, and make-up on fangs looks really icky," Harmony complained, still scrubbing at her teeth. Angel looked at his daughter, who was creased up in laughter. How Bryn had managed to work out what sent Harmony up the wall in two days, he'd never find out, but somehow, she'd figured how to push the dim vampire's buttons.
"Harmony," he said patiently, "There is no lipstick on your teeth." Harmony looked confused.
"But Bryn said there was," she said, a little lost. She turned to look at the little girl, who assumed an innocent expression, and shrugged.
"I thought I saw some," Bryn replied, wide-eyed.
"Yeah, right," Spike said, materalising by the door. Harmony gave a squeak.
"I seriously wish you wouldn't keep doing that," she huffed a sigh of annoyance. Spike flashed her a wicked little grin.
"Oh, because a ghost really scares a vampire to death right?" he drawled.
"Angel!" Harmony looked to the elder vampire for rescue.
"Children," he said, without raising his head from the notes he was reading through. "Spike, stop winding her up. Bryn's already done that today."
"Hey! Score one for the blood-pack," Spike looked at Bryn with approval. She grinned, pleased with herself.
"Are you gonna play with me?" she demanded.
As the four year old and one hundred and twenty four year old left together, Harmony looked towards Angel, a look of concern flitting across her normally vapid face.
"Angel?"
"Hmm?"
"Have you reached Buffy yet?" she asked. He glanced up, still in the realms of the files.
"She's in Paris, Harmony. You know that. I've tried to contact her, she'll get here when she can," he answered. Sighing, the blonde vampire closed the door, leaving Angel and his work, in peace, while havoc, in the form of his daughter, was unleashed on the firm.
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A/N: Yup, Hero is naughty. Buffy and the Scoobies should make an appearance soon. Jory appears next chapter, and Bryn's connection to the astral paths becomes a little clearer.
REVIEW!!!!!
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"Bryn," Angel called. Over the past week, he'd spent more time at the Hyperion than he had since they'd first owned Wolfram and Hart. The little girl who now always called him 'Daddy' had taken to the old hotel quickly, and insisted on staying there.
"Bryn," he called again, patiently. There was a giggle from behind him. His lips quirked in a smile.
"Bryn, we've got to leave," he tried, hoping the child would give in.
"Nope. Don't want to go. Play hide and go seek, Daddy," she demanded. He turned around quickly, and noticed her dodge behind the weapons cabinet, but pretended he hadn't noticed.
"Sorry, Bryn. We can't. We need to go to Wolfram and Hart."
Bryn blew a raspberry at Daddy, from her hiding place. Wolfram and Hart was boring. Jory never talked to her there, and Daddy always went off and did stuff without her. She didn't mind being by herself, but whenever she tried to do fun things, the blonde lady made it all stupid. If Spike was there though, he would play with her, but Daddy always got all grr-y when Spike played with her.
"Bryn, that isn't nice," Angel said, knowing the words were weak as they came out of his mouth.
"Who says?" she challenged, peeking around the weapons cabinet. Daddy always got her hiding places in the end, so she had to be real careful.
"I say," he answered. "Brynna, come on out now." Oops. When Bryn got called Brynna, Daddy was real close to getting mad. When she got called 'Hero', she was in big trouble.
"Okay, okay," she sighed, rolling her eyes in a very Spike-like way as she stepped out from behind the cabinet. Angel gritted his teeth at the eye thing. She spent way too much time with Casper.
He couldn't help but smile at his daughter. He grinned almost dopily at how many times a day he said, or thought the words 'my daughter'. Bryn's chestnut brown hair was mussed from her hide-and go-seek game and there was a streak of dirt on her left cheek. Her hazel eyes were fixed on his in a stubborn expression, and she folded her arms across her tee-shirt, preparing to put up a protest.
"No arguments," he told her. She sighed again loudly, and sat down on the couch in the lobby, looking dejected.
"Where are your sneakers?" he asked, looking around. Bryn swung her legs out in front of her, admiring her socks. Red was her very favouritest color. She noticed the sneakers peeping out from underneath the couch, and kicked them back under.
"Why don't you want to stay home and play with me?" she asked, her lower lip jutting out.
Angel glanced back at her, and continued to search for the shoes.
"I do, Bryn. But I have to work as well."
"Fine," she grouched.
"That's no way for Miss Bryn to talk," he said playfully. She shook her head, her arms still tightly folded. He stood up, and crept up behind her. Her head whipped around as he pounced, tickling her to screams of laughter. She jumped off the couch, and raced into his office, ducking behind a chair as he chased her. He caught her around the waist as she skidded across the lobby floor, her feet shooting out from under her.
"Ah! I see a sneaker," he snatched the little shoe out from beneath the couch, where it sat forlornly on its own, and grabbed Bryn's foot.
"No, Daddy," she protested. He nodded.
"Yes Daddy. Or the tickle monster will get you," he promised. Bryn cocked her head on one side, then gave him a disdainful look.
"There's no such thing as a tickle monster. Jory says," she stated. "You're being silly, Daddy."
"Yup," Angel agreed, with a grin. "I am. C'mon, let's get out of here." He helped her into her jacket, and tied her sneaker laces. Bryn sighed, but gave up for the timing being. Maybe Spike would play with her today.
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"Hello Harmony," Angel said, sinking into his desk chair. The blonde vampire smiled.
"Heya Brynnie, how are you tonight?" she cooed, bending down to Bryn's height. Bryn raised one eyebrow in a perfect Lilah imitation, and folded her arms.
"You have lipstick on your teeth," she said conversationally. Harmony stood up, and started rubbing at her teeth frantically trying to remove the make- up.
"Okay, I need the files on these scrolls, the information run on these clients," Angel looked up from piling up manila folders on his desk, and stared at his secretary. "What are you doing, Harmony?"
"Bryn said I had lipstick on my teeth, and make-up on fangs looks really icky," Harmony complained, still scrubbing at her teeth. Angel looked at his daughter, who was creased up in laughter. How Bryn had managed to work out what sent Harmony up the wall in two days, he'd never find out, but somehow, she'd figured how to push the dim vampire's buttons.
"Harmony," he said patiently, "There is no lipstick on your teeth." Harmony looked confused.
"But Bryn said there was," she said, a little lost. She turned to look at the little girl, who assumed an innocent expression, and shrugged.
"I thought I saw some," Bryn replied, wide-eyed.
"Yeah, right," Spike said, materalising by the door. Harmony gave a squeak.
"I seriously wish you wouldn't keep doing that," she huffed a sigh of annoyance. Spike flashed her a wicked little grin.
"Oh, because a ghost really scares a vampire to death right?" he drawled.
"Angel!" Harmony looked to the elder vampire for rescue.
"Children," he said, without raising his head from the notes he was reading through. "Spike, stop winding her up. Bryn's already done that today."
"Hey! Score one for the blood-pack," Spike looked at Bryn with approval. She grinned, pleased with herself.
"Are you gonna play with me?" she demanded.
As the four year old and one hundred and twenty four year old left together, Harmony looked towards Angel, a look of concern flitting across her normally vapid face.
"Angel?"
"Hmm?"
"Have you reached Buffy yet?" she asked. He glanced up, still in the realms of the files.
"She's in Paris, Harmony. You know that. I've tried to contact her, she'll get here when she can," he answered. Sighing, the blonde vampire closed the door, leaving Angel and his work, in peace, while havoc, in the form of his daughter, was unleashed on the firm.
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A/N: Yup, Hero is naughty. Buffy and the Scoobies should make an appearance soon. Jory appears next chapter, and Bryn's connection to the astral paths becomes a little clearer.
REVIEW!!!!!