TITLE: The Fixer- Book One: Binding the Soul
AUTHOR: Danielle
E-MAIL: DISCLAIMER: All Joss Whedon's
SUMMARY: What if the PTB were so fid up with Angel and Buffy that they had to send someone to fix everything that they messed up. This is only the begging it gets better as you go along and more interesting. PAIRINGS: The pairings I'm going to say is only for this book because they will drastically change expect for B/A so... :B/A, A/Cordelia (Cd), mentions of B/S, C/Aashna (Aa), X/Cd, W/K, I think that's it, but in this book there are no bad pairings so there really is nothing to worry about. I think. DISTRIBUTION: Anyone who already has my stuff can take it and if you want just ask me I promise not to say no.
TIMELINE: S4 and S7 Buffy and Faith are the only slayers, no Lorne, they beet Jasmine and the First, they don't own Wolfram and Hart and Connor is still Connor the insane but he gets good in this story. And Connor is so over Cordelia because that was just sick and Anya is dead. Spike is also alive. FEEDBACK: No Feedback, no part 7. That's how I work.
AN: the way to pronounce Aashna's name is really Ushnu but I like A better than U. Sorry if I hurt people with u in there names.
AN: I just wanted to add this so people don't get mad at me, I like Cordelia but its just Aashna's character not liking her, not me. So we have that clear.
AN: Thanks for the feedback from: Rebecca, chinnymcchinnerson, Cristina, Marchelle, Karin,
The Fixer- Book One: Binding the Soul
Chapter Six: This Type of Dancing
"OW!" Aashna yelled as Angel turned and kicked in her stomach and she flew against the wall. "That really hurt!"
"Were sparring Aashna," Angel said, shaking his head as he walked towards her and helped her up.
She took his offered hand and glared at him. "I'm weak! And sixteen! And you might kill me! Jeez, Angel. You need to be more... considerate!" She said.
Angel rolled his eyes at her and she huffed in frustration. "If your going to cry and complain every time we spar then let me know before hand and tell Wesley to do it with you," he said sarcastically, he thought for a second before saying, "or maybe you would rather want Connor."
She punched him in the stomach and this time he flew against the wall, cracking it slightly. "Shut up, you shouldn't tell me who to date, just like I don't tell you who to date, cause if I would I would yell at you for being such an idiot and dating a big fat slut like Cordelia and anyways you know that you are meant to be with Bu-"
He cut her off before she could say anything else." First of all, Cordelia isn't a 'big fat slut' as you put it and-"
"Cause the blonde choppy hair cut just doesn't yell that," she said snidely.
He glared at her for a second before continuing. "And second you know I can't be with Buffy for the right reasons." She rolled her eyes at him but let him keep talking and Angel couldn't help thinking she was forcing herself to shut up. Really forcing herself. "And third, since when have you and Connor been dating?" He knew saying it would piss her off but he was willing to take that chance. He smiled inwardly.
"Erg is that all you got form the conversation." She said throwing her hands up in the air.
"Yup, I think so."
She glared at him for a second before she gave up. She slumped her shoulders and looked at him defeated. She might as well talk to someone about it.
"Your son is the biggest pussy alive!" She yelled at Angel.
Angel raised his eyebrows at her words, "Pussy? Last time I checked he didn't have a uh 'pussy' as you put it."
"Ha ha ha ha, very funny, I never knew how smart you were," she said sarcastically, throwing the weapon she was using straight into his chest which before he caught before it hit him.
"What can I say," he said. For a moment he didn't say anything, "So what's really happing with you and Connor?"
She looked at him and then she leaned against the punching bag, which tipped over and she fell on her back. Angel rushed towards her and looked down as she lay on her back, her hair fanned out. Angel smiled at the picture.
"Did he have a bad relationship or something? Because he is so like... I know he likes me, I know, it's just that he seems so... is it me? Is something wrong with me?"
"Nothing is wrong with you, he's probably just afraid and he likes you don't worry, okay?" he said sitting down next to her.
She looked up at Angel and stared at his face. She touched it gently before saying, "You're so grown up. When did you get so grown up?"
"Two hundred and fifty years can do that to a person."
She looked at him for a second before he turned his face; she got up and looked at him before walking out the door. He watched as she left and sighed in frustration. Why did he have to open his big mouth?
Aashna walked into her room and sat on her bed. She looked out and imagined that there would be stars in the sky. She smiled, she had always liked stars. She lay down on her bed and looked at the ceiling imaging the stars telling her everything was going too be alright. She remembered when they would talk to her and everything in life was alright in the world. If you would call that right... she thought to herself.
There was a knock on her door and looked at it. She really didn't feel like talking to Cordelia about her music. She rolled her eyes and got off her bed and opened the door and smiled, this wasn't Cordelia.
"Hey," she said leaning against the door.
"Hey," Connor said smiling at her.
She looked at him for a second not letting in her room. If he wanted something he would have to ask her.
"So can I uh come in?" he asked.
"Sure," she said opening the door wider.
He stepped in and followed her into her room. "Nice song."
She looked at him and laughed, "You say that every time you hear a song in my room."
He blushed slightly at her remark and she almost felt bad for saying it. "Why do you always have music on?"
She looked at him for a second and then went to her bed and lay down and looked at the ceiling. He stood in the middle of the room and she looked at him, wondering what to say.
"I always loved music; it's nice to listen to. You can listen to it when you're upset, because there are certain songs that just fit your mood. You can listen to it when you work on homework, or study. Listen to it when you when you do anything with sports: run with music, fight with music, and exercise with music. And then you can always lose yourself in the lyrics and listen to how much it relates to your life. But then there is always the reason music was made for. Dancing."
"Dancing..." Connor said slowly.
"Yeah, dancing. Soft music for ballroom dancing, and then upbeat music for parties, traditional music for religion dances, slows songs for slow dancing, for people who are in love and of course there's beat music."
"What's that?" He asked slowly as she moved closer to him.
She came up close to him, took his arms and pulled them close around her back and put her arms loosely around his neck. She swayed seductively around his body moving her hips in slow motion. She turned around and pressed her butt against him. She felt him harden and she smiled to herself.
"Its music that you just want to move to, something that just makes you want to do more," she whispered against his chest.
She took his arms and pulled them against her stomach then taking hold of his hips and moving them to the beat slowly. She felt him relax against her touch and felt him start to move on his own. She slowly turned around and flushed herself against his chest, her breast pressing against him.
Connor looked down at Aashna and choked back a groan. She was so... dazzling like. So sweet and innocent, but not really. He pressed himself more tightly against her and she swayed faster to the beat. Her tiny huffs of breath were making him way to aroused. He looked down at her and her eyes met his. She leaned her head slightly to the right looking at him with very dark, hooded eyes. He moved his face closer to hers and noticed how her eyes were half opened and how she seemed to be in a world of her own with the music.
He smiled; she was so beautiful like that. She turned around and pressed up against him. Yes, he defiantly likes this kind of music, this kind of dancing.
Aashna woke up and looked around. Something wasn't right; she was in her room, in her bed, what was wrong. She turned around and her breath caught in her throat. That was what was wrong. Connor. In her bed. At least not naked. Just half naked. She looked down his chest and smiled. Yup, half naked is good. Very good. She traced the lines on his chest, staring from the bottom to the top. Her hand going all the way up to his face; she wiped the hair from his face, and cupped his cheek. She suddenly had a thought, and smiled. She let go of him and got out of bed pulling off her shirt and putting on a new one. She turned on the music to her radio and watched as Connor woke up from his sleep. She saw him look around wondering where he was until his gaze came to her, and smiled.
"Are you going to tell me why you're putting the music on so early in the morning?" he said with a half smile on his face.
She looked at him for a second before coming up to him. Connor for the first time noticing she was wearing just a shirt and panties. "Did anyone ever tell you, you look like your dad, especially with that smile," she said as she traced his lips.
She got up and turned around knowing she was giving him free privilege to stare at her ass. She smiled, guys would be guys. She turned around and pretending to catch him and saw him blush once again, in eight hours. She pulled some shorts on and grabbed Connor's shirt handing it to him.
"You kicking me out?" he said with an amused smile.
"Nope, were going out." She said taking her hold of her purse.
"Where?" he said.
"You'll see, go down stairs and I'll be there in a minute. I just need to get money."
Aashna walked quietly into Angel's room not wanting to wake him up. She found his wallet on the table and took three twenties before walking out. She was about to close the door when something caught her eye. Aashna was about to get over her curiosity when she thought, it's me, it's accepted.
She walked to the box looking inside before turning around and running out of the room. She didn't want to invade that kind of privacy. Buffy positions he stole or owned was not something she wanted to look through. That was the one thing she would leave him on his own about. Buffy.
"So are you going to tell me what were doing here?" Connor asked as they came in front of a barber shop.
"Yeah, your getting a hair cut." She said as they strolled inside, Aashna taking hold of Connor's hand.
"Hair cut?" he said hesitantly.
"Yup, I was looking at your hair and thought, you need a hair cut because then your whole face is covered and it would be such a shame to cover such a lovely face," she said as she came up the front of the store.
They sat near the end and Connor sitting the chair looking like he was about to go to his funeral. She took hold of his hand and squeezed it. He locked eyes with her and smiled. He seemed to calm.
"So, what would you like?" The haircutter said.
"Just, do something with it." Aashna said.
"Okay."
He was about to cut the first part before Aashna yelled, "Just don't make him bald!"
"See, it wasn't that bad," Aashna said as her and Connor wandered down a random street.
"Speak for yourself," Connor mumbled as he toke a bight of the pretzel Aashna bought him.
Aashna licked her ice cream cone and rolled her eyes at him, "Come on, your like a total honey now," she was quiet for a moment before saying, "And know you totally look like your dad and lets say looking like your dad isn't a bad thing."
He narrowed his eyes at her, "You think my dad is good looking?"
She laughed at him, "Anyone with human eyes and even some dead eyes think your dad is a total hottie."
He glared at her but said nothing.
"Hey," she said stopping and making him face her, "Your dad might be a total very very very hot hottie but he is like my dad. K' K'. Anyways I have my own hottie already," she said as she came closer to him.
"Really?" he said gaining confidence in him and coming closer.
"Yeah totally, he is super dopper hot." She smiled at he grabbed hold of her shorts and brought her closer to him with the elastic on the shorts. She smiled at his move. At least he was doing something.
"Can we dance again?" he whispered in her ear.
"You can always dance again," she smiled at him.
He smiled down at her and her eyes glinted with happiness. He put his arm loosely but possively around her shoulders and they walked back to the Hyperion. Aashna and Connor smiling the whole time. As they opened the door they looked and noticed the two unfamiliar faces in the lobby and they also noticed tension in the place.
"What's going on?" Aashna asked.
Angel looked at Aashna in panic but Aashna noticed not scared panic in 'Oh My God. She might die or she might get kidnapped' but in 'Oh shit, she really shouldn't meet these people' panic. Aashna looked cursorily at the two people and smiled at them, obviously if Angel being in the kind of panic he was in, he didn't want her to meet these people. She came out of Connor's embrace and walked up to the two strangers. She noticed that Cordelia was glaring her eyes out at them and smiled. If Cordelia didn't like them then she defiantly loved them.
"Hi, I'm Aashna and who are you guys?" she said.
The girl of them looked at her curiously and the man was looking her up and down like he was checking her out. She glared at him and he looked away and came face to face with Connor's glare, which caught him looking at Aashna.
"Willow and this is Xander," pointing to the man who was getting death glares from almost everyone in the room.
"And how do you know Angel?"
"Oh were friends of his from Sunnydale uh Buffy's friends," the girl named Willow said.
Aashna smiled and saw the panic that entered Angel's eyes even more. Oh she really liked these people.
"Buffy's friends huh." She said with a smirk on her face.
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E-MAIL: DISCLAIMER: All Joss Whedon's
SUMMARY: What if the PTB were so fid up with Angel and Buffy that they had to send someone to fix everything that they messed up. This is only the begging it gets better as you go along and more interesting. PAIRINGS: The pairings I'm going to say is only for this book because they will drastically change expect for B/A so... :B/A, A/Cordelia (Cd), mentions of B/S, C/Aashna (Aa), X/Cd, W/K, I think that's it, but in this book there are no bad pairings so there really is nothing to worry about. I think. DISTRIBUTION: Anyone who already has my stuff can take it and if you want just ask me I promise not to say no.
TIMELINE: S4 and S7 Buffy and Faith are the only slayers, no Lorne, they beet Jasmine and the First, they don't own Wolfram and Hart and Connor is still Connor the insane but he gets good in this story. And Connor is so over Cordelia because that was just sick and Anya is dead. Spike is also alive. FEEDBACK: No Feedback, no part 7. That's how I work.
AN: the way to pronounce Aashna's name is really Ushnu but I like A better than U. Sorry if I hurt people with u in there names.
AN: I just wanted to add this so people don't get mad at me, I like Cordelia but its just Aashna's character not liking her, not me. So we have that clear.
AN: Thanks for the feedback from: Rebecca, chinnymcchinnerson, Cristina, Marchelle, Karin,
The Fixer- Book One: Binding the Soul
Chapter Six: This Type of Dancing
"OW!" Aashna yelled as Angel turned and kicked in her stomach and she flew against the wall. "That really hurt!"
"Were sparring Aashna," Angel said, shaking his head as he walked towards her and helped her up.
She took his offered hand and glared at him. "I'm weak! And sixteen! And you might kill me! Jeez, Angel. You need to be more... considerate!" She said.
Angel rolled his eyes at her and she huffed in frustration. "If your going to cry and complain every time we spar then let me know before hand and tell Wesley to do it with you," he said sarcastically, he thought for a second before saying, "or maybe you would rather want Connor."
She punched him in the stomach and this time he flew against the wall, cracking it slightly. "Shut up, you shouldn't tell me who to date, just like I don't tell you who to date, cause if I would I would yell at you for being such an idiot and dating a big fat slut like Cordelia and anyways you know that you are meant to be with Bu-"
He cut her off before she could say anything else." First of all, Cordelia isn't a 'big fat slut' as you put it and-"
"Cause the blonde choppy hair cut just doesn't yell that," she said snidely.
He glared at her for a second before continuing. "And second you know I can't be with Buffy for the right reasons." She rolled her eyes at him but let him keep talking and Angel couldn't help thinking she was forcing herself to shut up. Really forcing herself. "And third, since when have you and Connor been dating?" He knew saying it would piss her off but he was willing to take that chance. He smiled inwardly.
"Erg is that all you got form the conversation." She said throwing her hands up in the air.
"Yup, I think so."
She glared at him for a second before she gave up. She slumped her shoulders and looked at him defeated. She might as well talk to someone about it.
"Your son is the biggest pussy alive!" She yelled at Angel.
Angel raised his eyebrows at her words, "Pussy? Last time I checked he didn't have a uh 'pussy' as you put it."
"Ha ha ha ha, very funny, I never knew how smart you were," she said sarcastically, throwing the weapon she was using straight into his chest which before he caught before it hit him.
"What can I say," he said. For a moment he didn't say anything, "So what's really happing with you and Connor?"
She looked at him and then she leaned against the punching bag, which tipped over and she fell on her back. Angel rushed towards her and looked down as she lay on her back, her hair fanned out. Angel smiled at the picture.
"Did he have a bad relationship or something? Because he is so like... I know he likes me, I know, it's just that he seems so... is it me? Is something wrong with me?"
"Nothing is wrong with you, he's probably just afraid and he likes you don't worry, okay?" he said sitting down next to her.
She looked up at Angel and stared at his face. She touched it gently before saying, "You're so grown up. When did you get so grown up?"
"Two hundred and fifty years can do that to a person."
She looked at him for a second before he turned his face; she got up and looked at him before walking out the door. He watched as she left and sighed in frustration. Why did he have to open his big mouth?
Aashna walked into her room and sat on her bed. She looked out and imagined that there would be stars in the sky. She smiled, she had always liked stars. She lay down on her bed and looked at the ceiling imaging the stars telling her everything was going too be alright. She remembered when they would talk to her and everything in life was alright in the world. If you would call that right... she thought to herself.
There was a knock on her door and looked at it. She really didn't feel like talking to Cordelia about her music. She rolled her eyes and got off her bed and opened the door and smiled, this wasn't Cordelia.
"Hey," she said leaning against the door.
"Hey," Connor said smiling at her.
She looked at him for a second not letting in her room. If he wanted something he would have to ask her.
"So can I uh come in?" he asked.
"Sure," she said opening the door wider.
He stepped in and followed her into her room. "Nice song."
She looked at him and laughed, "You say that every time you hear a song in my room."
He blushed slightly at her remark and she almost felt bad for saying it. "Why do you always have music on?"
She looked at him for a second and then went to her bed and lay down and looked at the ceiling. He stood in the middle of the room and she looked at him, wondering what to say.
"I always loved music; it's nice to listen to. You can listen to it when you're upset, because there are certain songs that just fit your mood. You can listen to it when you work on homework, or study. Listen to it when you when you do anything with sports: run with music, fight with music, and exercise with music. And then you can always lose yourself in the lyrics and listen to how much it relates to your life. But then there is always the reason music was made for. Dancing."
"Dancing..." Connor said slowly.
"Yeah, dancing. Soft music for ballroom dancing, and then upbeat music for parties, traditional music for religion dances, slows songs for slow dancing, for people who are in love and of course there's beat music."
"What's that?" He asked slowly as she moved closer to him.
She came up close to him, took his arms and pulled them close around her back and put her arms loosely around his neck. She swayed seductively around his body moving her hips in slow motion. She turned around and pressed her butt against him. She felt him harden and she smiled to herself.
"Its music that you just want to move to, something that just makes you want to do more," she whispered against his chest.
She took his arms and pulled them against her stomach then taking hold of his hips and moving them to the beat slowly. She felt him relax against her touch and felt him start to move on his own. She slowly turned around and flushed herself against his chest, her breast pressing against him.
Connor looked down at Aashna and choked back a groan. She was so... dazzling like. So sweet and innocent, but not really. He pressed himself more tightly against her and she swayed faster to the beat. Her tiny huffs of breath were making him way to aroused. He looked down at her and her eyes met his. She leaned her head slightly to the right looking at him with very dark, hooded eyes. He moved his face closer to hers and noticed how her eyes were half opened and how she seemed to be in a world of her own with the music.
He smiled; she was so beautiful like that. She turned around and pressed up against him. Yes, he defiantly likes this kind of music, this kind of dancing.
Aashna woke up and looked around. Something wasn't right; she was in her room, in her bed, what was wrong. She turned around and her breath caught in her throat. That was what was wrong. Connor. In her bed. At least not naked. Just half naked. She looked down his chest and smiled. Yup, half naked is good. Very good. She traced the lines on his chest, staring from the bottom to the top. Her hand going all the way up to his face; she wiped the hair from his face, and cupped his cheek. She suddenly had a thought, and smiled. She let go of him and got out of bed pulling off her shirt and putting on a new one. She turned on the music to her radio and watched as Connor woke up from his sleep. She saw him look around wondering where he was until his gaze came to her, and smiled.
"Are you going to tell me why you're putting the music on so early in the morning?" he said with a half smile on his face.
She looked at him for a second before coming up to him. Connor for the first time noticing she was wearing just a shirt and panties. "Did anyone ever tell you, you look like your dad, especially with that smile," she said as she traced his lips.
She got up and turned around knowing she was giving him free privilege to stare at her ass. She smiled, guys would be guys. She turned around and pretending to catch him and saw him blush once again, in eight hours. She pulled some shorts on and grabbed Connor's shirt handing it to him.
"You kicking me out?" he said with an amused smile.
"Nope, were going out." She said taking her hold of her purse.
"Where?" he said.
"You'll see, go down stairs and I'll be there in a minute. I just need to get money."
Aashna walked quietly into Angel's room not wanting to wake him up. She found his wallet on the table and took three twenties before walking out. She was about to close the door when something caught her eye. Aashna was about to get over her curiosity when she thought, it's me, it's accepted.
She walked to the box looking inside before turning around and running out of the room. She didn't want to invade that kind of privacy. Buffy positions he stole or owned was not something she wanted to look through. That was the one thing she would leave him on his own about. Buffy.
"So are you going to tell me what were doing here?" Connor asked as they came in front of a barber shop.
"Yeah, your getting a hair cut." She said as they strolled inside, Aashna taking hold of Connor's hand.
"Hair cut?" he said hesitantly.
"Yup, I was looking at your hair and thought, you need a hair cut because then your whole face is covered and it would be such a shame to cover such a lovely face," she said as she came up the front of the store.
They sat near the end and Connor sitting the chair looking like he was about to go to his funeral. She took hold of his hand and squeezed it. He locked eyes with her and smiled. He seemed to calm.
"So, what would you like?" The haircutter said.
"Just, do something with it." Aashna said.
"Okay."
He was about to cut the first part before Aashna yelled, "Just don't make him bald!"
"See, it wasn't that bad," Aashna said as her and Connor wandered down a random street.
"Speak for yourself," Connor mumbled as he toke a bight of the pretzel Aashna bought him.
Aashna licked her ice cream cone and rolled her eyes at him, "Come on, your like a total honey now," she was quiet for a moment before saying, "And know you totally look like your dad and lets say looking like your dad isn't a bad thing."
He narrowed his eyes at her, "You think my dad is good looking?"
She laughed at him, "Anyone with human eyes and even some dead eyes think your dad is a total hottie."
He glared at her but said nothing.
"Hey," she said stopping and making him face her, "Your dad might be a total very very very hot hottie but he is like my dad. K' K'. Anyways I have my own hottie already," she said as she came closer to him.
"Really?" he said gaining confidence in him and coming closer.
"Yeah totally, he is super dopper hot." She smiled at he grabbed hold of her shorts and brought her closer to him with the elastic on the shorts. She smiled at his move. At least he was doing something.
"Can we dance again?" he whispered in her ear.
"You can always dance again," she smiled at him.
He smiled down at her and her eyes glinted with happiness. He put his arm loosely but possively around her shoulders and they walked back to the Hyperion. Aashna and Connor smiling the whole time. As they opened the door they looked and noticed the two unfamiliar faces in the lobby and they also noticed tension in the place.
"What's going on?" Aashna asked.
Angel looked at Aashna in panic but Aashna noticed not scared panic in 'Oh My God. She might die or she might get kidnapped' but in 'Oh shit, she really shouldn't meet these people' panic. Aashna looked cursorily at the two people and smiled at them, obviously if Angel being in the kind of panic he was in, he didn't want her to meet these people. She came out of Connor's embrace and walked up to the two strangers. She noticed that Cordelia was glaring her eyes out at them and smiled. If Cordelia didn't like them then she defiantly loved them.
"Hi, I'm Aashna and who are you guys?" she said.
The girl of them looked at her curiously and the man was looking her up and down like he was checking her out. She glared at him and he looked away and came face to face with Connor's glare, which caught him looking at Aashna.
"Willow and this is Xander," pointing to the man who was getting death glares from almost everyone in the room.
"And how do you know Angel?"
"Oh were friends of his from Sunnydale uh Buffy's friends," the girl named Willow said.
Aashna smiled and saw the panic that entered Angel's eyes even more. Oh she really liked these people.
"Buffy's friends huh." She said with a smirk on her face.
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