A/N: Yup, the Bryn is back. Note to Jen, I've tried to be more visual. More
notes at the end.
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Hero Brynna Angel was doing some serious thinking. Daddy was all busy in his office, and the blonde lady was doing her nails in bright red at her desk, leaving Bryn all alone to go play.
She considered the possibilities of action, her little pink tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth in concentration, as she finished her picture of the dark lady Spike was always talking to. Spike wasn't around, and Lindsey, who would've played with her was in the big room, and the door was firmly locked.
She pushed the piece of drying construction paper across the desk, and picked up the next piece. It was pink. Bryn didn't like pink. It had a weird pink-y ness to it, like Barbies, and strawberry medicine, that didn't taste of strawberries at all. Bored of painting, she swung her legs, and looked around.
Lilah's office was just the way Lilah liked it. Clean white walls, a marble topped desk, with a black leather desk chairs, and two butter coloured suede armchairs in front of the desk. She had no photos, or paintings on her walls. There was a nice, chunky, silvery paperweight, in the shape of a ball on top of some pieces of paper. Bryn picked it up, and felt it. It was nice and round. She dropped it, experimentally. It made a nice 'clunkety' sound. She liked it.
Bryn considered the wall, with her head cocked to one side, her messy braid falling over her shoulder, her forehead crinkled in concentration, still 'clunkety-ing' the paperweight. The big wall was very plain, and boring. It seemed to be calling her name, 'Bryn, come paint me'. Its white-ness glowed boringly at her.
"Okay wall," she told it seriously, nodding. "I'll paint you, but if I get into trouble, it's all your fault." The wall didn't answer, so Bryn got right down to painting it.
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Spike had never told Angel that when he disappeared, not every time did he slip closer to hell. Sometimes, he came here. To the astral planes. Someone else's soul was still in limbo, waiting around, and if Angel knew of her, he would risk everything to get to her. There was nothing the other vampire could do, however, to help the beautiful ex-Seer, whose spirit resided on this plane. She was out of reach for as long as her body remained sleeping, and Cordelia, still queen of sarcasm, often took out her anger, pain, and sarcastic days on his own poor, unfortunate souled butt.
"Oh, I can just see the expression on that stuck up, two-bit, trailer-trash- that-calls-herself-a-lawyer's face," Cordy said, smirking a little, her brown eyes sparkling. "I can just see her appreciating the artistry." She gazed in satisfaction at Bryn's large painting, using every inch of wall space in bright, messy colours.
"Oh yeah," Spike agreed solemnly, his face grave as he turned to her, his blue eyes belying his seriousness. "Lilah is a connoisseur of the modern art of a four year old."
"Someone really should stop her," Cordelia gave a little sigh, as if stopping Bryn finger-paint over five thousand dollars worth of interior decoration wasn't big on her personal priority list.
"Yeah," he agreed, watching happily as Bryn painted a sloppy green circle, gave it two yellow arms, big blue dots for eyes, then as a finishing touch, added liberal amounts of red around the mouth. Her hair was spattered with paint in primary colours, and her denim overalls were covered in it.
"Damn it! I should be down there!" Cordelia exploded in frustration, her fists balling as she punched him in the arm. "I should be helping him with her. She'll have him wrapped around her little finger, and he won't think she'll say boo to a goose soon, and then along will come little Miss Pointy- Weapons, and he'll have everything he wants and forget me," she finished, her voice quivering as it lowered in volume. She sighed, blinking furiously to stop herself starting to cry. Cordelia, Queen of Sunnydale High did not cry. "Why won't my goddamn body wake up?"
"At least you have one, love," Spike said, with a half smile, a wistful look in his eyes.
"Oh c'mon off it, Deadboy Junior. You're pleased as hell that as soon as you get your body, you'll be all souled and happy, and able to have sex like bunnies with the Slayer, and Angel won't," she shot back. He smirked, with some of his bravado back.
"Yeah, s'true," he admitted. "Still, not much 'sex like bunnies' you can have on an astral plane." Cordelia cocked her head to one side, giving him an appraising look, her brown eyes sweeping over him.
"You've never said exactly why you're stuck here. We know I'm here because when I stopped being all big and glowy," she grimaced, "I somehow had sex with my almost-son, and gave birth to the end of the world, and I'm in a coma, but you, you going all kaboom, shiny new soul, and then floating around here," she put her hands on her hips, and looked at Spike inquiringly. "Why?"
"Buffy gave me a nice shiny rock to wear when I saved the world," Spike drawled wryly, folding his arms across his duster. He'd discovered with a little bit of surprised happiness, and a lot of 'why?' that his duster still existed for him . "Nice shiny rock stole my nice shiny soul. So I'm in an amulet, until Fred works out how to give me a body."
"So you're kinda like a genie," Cordelia mused out loud. She grinned at him. "Ooh, if someone rubs the amulet, do you pop up, and go 'your wish is my command?'"
Spike gave her a withering look.
"No," he retorted. She folded her arms, and gave him a smug smile.
"Spike! Spi-ike? Where are you?" Bryn's voice echoed through the mists of this part of the plane. He looked at Cordelia, concerned. She waved a dismissive hand.
'Go! Do the Casper the friendly ghost thing," she drawled, with a Queen C smile. "Never let it be said I kept the Big Bad from oh so tempting little kids to play with." She raised a finely plucked eyebrow at him. "How exactly do you explain that a four year old turns a big scary vampire into a puddle of squishy mush?"
"Shut up," he ordered teasingly, before his shape shimmered out of the astral plane. Cordelia sighed, and drummed her nails against her thigh. It was almost as boring as higher-being duty, here.
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"Buffy?" Willow touched the Slayer's shoulder lightly, a worried expression in her green eyes. Buffy looked up, startled out of her reverie, her eyes questioning.
"We're nearly there," Willow explained, awkwardly.
"L.A. Can I ask why exactly we're here?" Xander drawled sarcastically from behind them, leaning against the window.
"Angel called. He said he had news," Buffy said uncomfortably, shifting in her seat.
"And he does know phones work that way, right?" Xander asked, with a little grin, at getting in a shot at Angel. Dawn leaned over from behind Willow, her long brown hair falling in front of Willow's face.
"He is kinda right," she said conversationally. "What's so big it requires moving? Plus, plane food. Uber gross." She sat back in her seat, and threw her bread roll at Xander. He caught it.
"Indeed," Xander nodded in agreement with the teenager. "And 3D movie, not the most thrilling of in-flight entertainment for the one eyed among us."
Dawn folded her arms across her chest, her eyebrows raising as she fixed her blue eyes on him sternly. "Hey, I gave you a juice box. My juice box, might I add? Buffy, when are you gonna stop packing stuff for me on journeys like I was five?"
"It means we always have supplies for Xander," Willow shrugged, her eyes dancing with amusement as she looked over at her best friend. Xander pretended to pout.
"Hey, are you okay, Buff?" Xander asked, catching the serious and worried expression on the Slayer's face. She tucked a piece of golden-blonde hair behind her ear nervously, before replying.
"I don't know. It's kinda bugging me that he didn't tell me what was up." She looked from face to face, and finally shook her head, trying to ease everyone else's worries. "It's probably nothing. Angel over-reacting. I guess we'll find out when we get there."
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A/N: So, repercussions of the wall painting still to come.
For more kid fic, go read gidgetgirl's, the Hopie Chronicles, that inspired Hero, which stars a little girl with a big destiny, butt-kicks vamps easily, and has the entire Fang Gang wrapped around her little finger. Hopie is incredibly funny, and very popular.
Another of Jen's fics (gidgetgirl) is Throwback, with equally naughty kiddos. Faith and Angel mistakenly get turned into four year olds and chaos ensues.
Finally, my favourite of all Jen's fics is Small Packages, with a whole host of different kiddos, with special powers, starring Faith's daughter Kaya, and her own special purpose.
But before that, go REVIEW!!
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Hero Brynna Angel was doing some serious thinking. Daddy was all busy in his office, and the blonde lady was doing her nails in bright red at her desk, leaving Bryn all alone to go play.
She considered the possibilities of action, her little pink tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth in concentration, as she finished her picture of the dark lady Spike was always talking to. Spike wasn't around, and Lindsey, who would've played with her was in the big room, and the door was firmly locked.
She pushed the piece of drying construction paper across the desk, and picked up the next piece. It was pink. Bryn didn't like pink. It had a weird pink-y ness to it, like Barbies, and strawberry medicine, that didn't taste of strawberries at all. Bored of painting, she swung her legs, and looked around.
Lilah's office was just the way Lilah liked it. Clean white walls, a marble topped desk, with a black leather desk chairs, and two butter coloured suede armchairs in front of the desk. She had no photos, or paintings on her walls. There was a nice, chunky, silvery paperweight, in the shape of a ball on top of some pieces of paper. Bryn picked it up, and felt it. It was nice and round. She dropped it, experimentally. It made a nice 'clunkety' sound. She liked it.
Bryn considered the wall, with her head cocked to one side, her messy braid falling over her shoulder, her forehead crinkled in concentration, still 'clunkety-ing' the paperweight. The big wall was very plain, and boring. It seemed to be calling her name, 'Bryn, come paint me'. Its white-ness glowed boringly at her.
"Okay wall," she told it seriously, nodding. "I'll paint you, but if I get into trouble, it's all your fault." The wall didn't answer, so Bryn got right down to painting it.
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Spike had never told Angel that when he disappeared, not every time did he slip closer to hell. Sometimes, he came here. To the astral planes. Someone else's soul was still in limbo, waiting around, and if Angel knew of her, he would risk everything to get to her. There was nothing the other vampire could do, however, to help the beautiful ex-Seer, whose spirit resided on this plane. She was out of reach for as long as her body remained sleeping, and Cordelia, still queen of sarcasm, often took out her anger, pain, and sarcastic days on his own poor, unfortunate souled butt.
"Oh, I can just see the expression on that stuck up, two-bit, trailer-trash- that-calls-herself-a-lawyer's face," Cordy said, smirking a little, her brown eyes sparkling. "I can just see her appreciating the artistry." She gazed in satisfaction at Bryn's large painting, using every inch of wall space in bright, messy colours.
"Oh yeah," Spike agreed solemnly, his face grave as he turned to her, his blue eyes belying his seriousness. "Lilah is a connoisseur of the modern art of a four year old."
"Someone really should stop her," Cordelia gave a little sigh, as if stopping Bryn finger-paint over five thousand dollars worth of interior decoration wasn't big on her personal priority list.
"Yeah," he agreed, watching happily as Bryn painted a sloppy green circle, gave it two yellow arms, big blue dots for eyes, then as a finishing touch, added liberal amounts of red around the mouth. Her hair was spattered with paint in primary colours, and her denim overalls were covered in it.
"Damn it! I should be down there!" Cordelia exploded in frustration, her fists balling as she punched him in the arm. "I should be helping him with her. She'll have him wrapped around her little finger, and he won't think she'll say boo to a goose soon, and then along will come little Miss Pointy- Weapons, and he'll have everything he wants and forget me," she finished, her voice quivering as it lowered in volume. She sighed, blinking furiously to stop herself starting to cry. Cordelia, Queen of Sunnydale High did not cry. "Why won't my goddamn body wake up?"
"At least you have one, love," Spike said, with a half smile, a wistful look in his eyes.
"Oh c'mon off it, Deadboy Junior. You're pleased as hell that as soon as you get your body, you'll be all souled and happy, and able to have sex like bunnies with the Slayer, and Angel won't," she shot back. He smirked, with some of his bravado back.
"Yeah, s'true," he admitted. "Still, not much 'sex like bunnies' you can have on an astral plane." Cordelia cocked her head to one side, giving him an appraising look, her brown eyes sweeping over him.
"You've never said exactly why you're stuck here. We know I'm here because when I stopped being all big and glowy," she grimaced, "I somehow had sex with my almost-son, and gave birth to the end of the world, and I'm in a coma, but you, you going all kaboom, shiny new soul, and then floating around here," she put her hands on her hips, and looked at Spike inquiringly. "Why?"
"Buffy gave me a nice shiny rock to wear when I saved the world," Spike drawled wryly, folding his arms across his duster. He'd discovered with a little bit of surprised happiness, and a lot of 'why?' that his duster still existed for him . "Nice shiny rock stole my nice shiny soul. So I'm in an amulet, until Fred works out how to give me a body."
"So you're kinda like a genie," Cordelia mused out loud. She grinned at him. "Ooh, if someone rubs the amulet, do you pop up, and go 'your wish is my command?'"
Spike gave her a withering look.
"No," he retorted. She folded her arms, and gave him a smug smile.
"Spike! Spi-ike? Where are you?" Bryn's voice echoed through the mists of this part of the plane. He looked at Cordelia, concerned. She waved a dismissive hand.
'Go! Do the Casper the friendly ghost thing," she drawled, with a Queen C smile. "Never let it be said I kept the Big Bad from oh so tempting little kids to play with." She raised a finely plucked eyebrow at him. "How exactly do you explain that a four year old turns a big scary vampire into a puddle of squishy mush?"
"Shut up," he ordered teasingly, before his shape shimmered out of the astral plane. Cordelia sighed, and drummed her nails against her thigh. It was almost as boring as higher-being duty, here.
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"Buffy?" Willow touched the Slayer's shoulder lightly, a worried expression in her green eyes. Buffy looked up, startled out of her reverie, her eyes questioning.
"We're nearly there," Willow explained, awkwardly.
"L.A. Can I ask why exactly we're here?" Xander drawled sarcastically from behind them, leaning against the window.
"Angel called. He said he had news," Buffy said uncomfortably, shifting in her seat.
"And he does know phones work that way, right?" Xander asked, with a little grin, at getting in a shot at Angel. Dawn leaned over from behind Willow, her long brown hair falling in front of Willow's face.
"He is kinda right," she said conversationally. "What's so big it requires moving? Plus, plane food. Uber gross." She sat back in her seat, and threw her bread roll at Xander. He caught it.
"Indeed," Xander nodded in agreement with the teenager. "And 3D movie, not the most thrilling of in-flight entertainment for the one eyed among us."
Dawn folded her arms across her chest, her eyebrows raising as she fixed her blue eyes on him sternly. "Hey, I gave you a juice box. My juice box, might I add? Buffy, when are you gonna stop packing stuff for me on journeys like I was five?"
"It means we always have supplies for Xander," Willow shrugged, her eyes dancing with amusement as she looked over at her best friend. Xander pretended to pout.
"Hey, are you okay, Buff?" Xander asked, catching the serious and worried expression on the Slayer's face. She tucked a piece of golden-blonde hair behind her ear nervously, before replying.
"I don't know. It's kinda bugging me that he didn't tell me what was up." She looked from face to face, and finally shook her head, trying to ease everyone else's worries. "It's probably nothing. Angel over-reacting. I guess we'll find out when we get there."
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A/N: So, repercussions of the wall painting still to come.
For more kid fic, go read gidgetgirl's, the Hopie Chronicles, that inspired Hero, which stars a little girl with a big destiny, butt-kicks vamps easily, and has the entire Fang Gang wrapped around her little finger. Hopie is incredibly funny, and very popular.
Another of Jen's fics (gidgetgirl) is Throwback, with equally naughty kiddos. Faith and Angel mistakenly get turned into four year olds and chaos ensues.
Finally, my favourite of all Jen's fics is Small Packages, with a whole host of different kiddos, with special powers, starring Faith's daughter Kaya, and her own special purpose.
But before that, go REVIEW!!