Chapter 3
Guess what? You get an update because I'm avoiding exams! I personally feel sunbathing and tv to be much more productive than revision. However, am kinda stressed, so may be crappy. Dunno, let's just see what happens shall we? Ooh, an adventure!
Cordelia Chase was flustered. More than flustered, truth be told. In her twenty three years on earth she had dealt with some pretty tough situations. She had chased the press away from her house at two years old, armed with nothing except a Barbie and brand new incisors, for Pete's sake. Nothing, however, had quite prepared her for the oddity that was children. Or more particularly, a child, singular. Her patience was fast starting to wear thin.
'Umm, Faith, sweetie, why don't we get down from the table and help me make some lunch?' She stretched her face into what she hoped was a winning smile.
'But you're not on the table.' Faith shimmied around, pushing her Father's work documents off.
'Whilst smartness is a real good look on you, it unfortunately doesn't change the fact that you're getting down from the table, and picking those up.' Cordelia placed a hand on her hip in what she hoped was an imposing manner.
'Am not.'
'Are too.'
'Nope.
Cordelia snapped. Arguments with seven year-olds were not meant to be on her menu, after all.
'Ok. You know what, whatever, dance on the table. Honestly kid, I don't care. You know where I was a week ago? I was in Orange County god dammit! With a rich father and a wardrobe the size of your house and friends, and now I have none of those things! All because I was stupid enough to think that I could survive without them, be my own person.' Shuddering slightly, she passed a hand over her perfectly made-up face. 'So go ahead, dance on the table, I can't do this anyway.' She sank down into the worn armchair at the side of the cosy living room, head in her hands.
Faith stopped dancing, and stood uncomfortably among the paperwork.
'Dancin' on the table's fun, Cordy. I only do it 'cause I want to. Not to piss you off. But-' She hopped down from the table, feigning nonchalance. 'I don't care, you can leave too if you want.' Cordy looked up.
'Who else left you, Faith?' she asked. The small girl shrugged.
'Lotsa people, I guess, but then I guess I didn't do enough to make 'em stay, so...' she shrugged again, avoiding Cordelia's suddenly concerned looks. Faith broke into a beaming grin, 'Hey! I almost forgot! It's Thursday right?' Cordelia nodded. 'Well, if you hate kids, better get ready for the worst day of your life, C!' and with that, the child ran off.
OOO
'Oh, Wesley, I forgot to tell you, the board meeting has been re-scheduled for Monday, if that's alright with you?' Rupert Giles pushed his slipping glasses up the bridge of his nose to glance at his business partner.
'Hmm? Oh, yes, Monday is fine, Rupert. Faith will have to stay with Cordelia. Not that she'd want to go anywhere with me anyway.' He sighed, and ran his hand through his hair.
'You know, she's probably just testing your boundries. It's hard for children to adjust to change sometimes. My two have gone through plenty of difficult stages.'
Wesley simply began reading again. He sincerely doubted either the Giles children had insisted on calling him by his first name. Rupert cleared his throat.
'Speaking of my two, I'd better go let them out. With any luck they'll realise that sticking chewing gum in each others orifices is not a productive pastime.' He paused. 'Although I doubt it.'
OOO
'Faaaaith! We're heeeere! Daddy shut us in the car 'cause Will tried to shove gum up my bu-' Giles cleared his throat loudly.
'That's quite enough, I think.' He held a small, squirming blonde boy under his arm as his daughter hollered up the stairs. Faith came bounding down the stairs, three at a time.
'B!' she yelled delightedly, as the two embraced roughly. The fair girl turned to Giles.
'Bye!' She turned to go, her hand in Faith's.
'Hold on.' Wes had joined them, and stood in the doorway, blocking their exit.
'Rules first. No climbing games, no fighting games, no spying games. No stealing games, no jumping-off-high-things games, and no breaking-stuff-to- see-what-noise-it-makes games. Cordelia's in the kitchen, learning to cook, why don't you go help her?' He asked, living in eternal hope. The two girls' identical looks of disbelief were answer enough.
'Fine, not cooking.' He looked at Giles. 'Did I leave anything out?' Giles released the child in his arms and set him gently on the floor, with a restraining arm around his waist.
'Just one thing. No biting games William, or you'll be back in the car.' The child looked up, hurt.
'Bu-but! Da! Not even 'Bite the kneecap'? But that's my bestest game ever. S'not my fault Buffy got all screamy.' He pouted. Giles gave him a stern look.
'Especially not 'Bite the kneecap', as enterprising a game as it was, son.' Will let his bottom lip quiver a little.
'Bite the nose?' he asked in a small voice, allowing tears to form in his eyes. His father just shook his head.
'Go, play nice with the girls. Buffy, be nice to your little brother.' Will scowled with all his might and trailed after the girls as they ran away, mumbling in discontent.
'Not little...I'm the big bad, stupid poof daddy. I'll bite him good...'
Hmm, this chapter wandered away from my original course somewhat, took a while to get going. I'll get back on it soon, promise. They'll definitely be big Cordy/Faith Cordy/Wes and Wes/Faith bonding on the cards. It's just...little Spike! Spike and Buffy as brother and sister seem fun, so lemme play for a while. Anywho, I don't really know yet, but next chapter, I'm thinking, Cordy cooking with Buffy and Faith, Mini-spike trying to get around his 'no biting' clause, and possibly a convo between Cordy and someone regarding Faith's mother. Then again I may write the poignant soliloquy of a frog who lost his favourite lily-pad, I guess you just never know.
Guess what? You get an update because I'm avoiding exams! I personally feel sunbathing and tv to be much more productive than revision. However, am kinda stressed, so may be crappy. Dunno, let's just see what happens shall we? Ooh, an adventure!
Cordelia Chase was flustered. More than flustered, truth be told. In her twenty three years on earth she had dealt with some pretty tough situations. She had chased the press away from her house at two years old, armed with nothing except a Barbie and brand new incisors, for Pete's sake. Nothing, however, had quite prepared her for the oddity that was children. Or more particularly, a child, singular. Her patience was fast starting to wear thin.
'Umm, Faith, sweetie, why don't we get down from the table and help me make some lunch?' She stretched her face into what she hoped was a winning smile.
'But you're not on the table.' Faith shimmied around, pushing her Father's work documents off.
'Whilst smartness is a real good look on you, it unfortunately doesn't change the fact that you're getting down from the table, and picking those up.' Cordelia placed a hand on her hip in what she hoped was an imposing manner.
'Am not.'
'Are too.'
'Nope.
Cordelia snapped. Arguments with seven year-olds were not meant to be on her menu, after all.
'Ok. You know what, whatever, dance on the table. Honestly kid, I don't care. You know where I was a week ago? I was in Orange County god dammit! With a rich father and a wardrobe the size of your house and friends, and now I have none of those things! All because I was stupid enough to think that I could survive without them, be my own person.' Shuddering slightly, she passed a hand over her perfectly made-up face. 'So go ahead, dance on the table, I can't do this anyway.' She sank down into the worn armchair at the side of the cosy living room, head in her hands.
Faith stopped dancing, and stood uncomfortably among the paperwork.
'Dancin' on the table's fun, Cordy. I only do it 'cause I want to. Not to piss you off. But-' She hopped down from the table, feigning nonchalance. 'I don't care, you can leave too if you want.' Cordy looked up.
'Who else left you, Faith?' she asked. The small girl shrugged.
'Lotsa people, I guess, but then I guess I didn't do enough to make 'em stay, so...' she shrugged again, avoiding Cordelia's suddenly concerned looks. Faith broke into a beaming grin, 'Hey! I almost forgot! It's Thursday right?' Cordelia nodded. 'Well, if you hate kids, better get ready for the worst day of your life, C!' and with that, the child ran off.
OOO
'Oh, Wesley, I forgot to tell you, the board meeting has been re-scheduled for Monday, if that's alright with you?' Rupert Giles pushed his slipping glasses up the bridge of his nose to glance at his business partner.
'Hmm? Oh, yes, Monday is fine, Rupert. Faith will have to stay with Cordelia. Not that she'd want to go anywhere with me anyway.' He sighed, and ran his hand through his hair.
'You know, she's probably just testing your boundries. It's hard for children to adjust to change sometimes. My two have gone through plenty of difficult stages.'
Wesley simply began reading again. He sincerely doubted either the Giles children had insisted on calling him by his first name. Rupert cleared his throat.
'Speaking of my two, I'd better go let them out. With any luck they'll realise that sticking chewing gum in each others orifices is not a productive pastime.' He paused. 'Although I doubt it.'
OOO
'Faaaaith! We're heeeere! Daddy shut us in the car 'cause Will tried to shove gum up my bu-' Giles cleared his throat loudly.
'That's quite enough, I think.' He held a small, squirming blonde boy under his arm as his daughter hollered up the stairs. Faith came bounding down the stairs, three at a time.
'B!' she yelled delightedly, as the two embraced roughly. The fair girl turned to Giles.
'Bye!' She turned to go, her hand in Faith's.
'Hold on.' Wes had joined them, and stood in the doorway, blocking their exit.
'Rules first. No climbing games, no fighting games, no spying games. No stealing games, no jumping-off-high-things games, and no breaking-stuff-to- see-what-noise-it-makes games. Cordelia's in the kitchen, learning to cook, why don't you go help her?' He asked, living in eternal hope. The two girls' identical looks of disbelief were answer enough.
'Fine, not cooking.' He looked at Giles. 'Did I leave anything out?' Giles released the child in his arms and set him gently on the floor, with a restraining arm around his waist.
'Just one thing. No biting games William, or you'll be back in the car.' The child looked up, hurt.
'Bu-but! Da! Not even 'Bite the kneecap'? But that's my bestest game ever. S'not my fault Buffy got all screamy.' He pouted. Giles gave him a stern look.
'Especially not 'Bite the kneecap', as enterprising a game as it was, son.' Will let his bottom lip quiver a little.
'Bite the nose?' he asked in a small voice, allowing tears to form in his eyes. His father just shook his head.
'Go, play nice with the girls. Buffy, be nice to your little brother.' Will scowled with all his might and trailed after the girls as they ran away, mumbling in discontent.
'Not little...I'm the big bad, stupid poof daddy. I'll bite him good...'
Hmm, this chapter wandered away from my original course somewhat, took a while to get going. I'll get back on it soon, promise. They'll definitely be big Cordy/Faith Cordy/Wes and Wes/Faith bonding on the cards. It's just...little Spike! Spike and Buffy as brother and sister seem fun, so lemme play for a while. Anywho, I don't really know yet, but next chapter, I'm thinking, Cordy cooking with Buffy and Faith, Mini-spike trying to get around his 'no biting' clause, and possibly a convo between Cordy and someone regarding Faith's mother. Then again I may write the poignant soliloquy of a frog who lost his favourite lily-pad, I guess you just never know.