I don't own BTVS or AtS, but if I did they would be an ongoing phenomena that would carry on through the centuries... You know, until James Marsters and David Boreanaz started looking old. Which, lets face it, those boys age a hell of a lot more graceful than anybody else we've watched over the years. Okay, Joss owns it all and I am a worm, an insignificant tick draining the story line and making it work. Hmm... That's about it I suppose. The only thing left to do would be to get...
On with the show.
::Stuff and Nonsense- Magic Man::
Spike tapped his foot against the carpeted floor and cocked his head to the side. It made sense really. Connor wouldn't have been able to kick his ass, so easily. "Michael, huh?" Spike looked the boy up and down. "That really Connor's body?"
The Connor look-alike quirked a brow and grinned lasciviously. "Yes, I found out that I like this body quite a bit." The boy sighed lustily and shook his head side to side. "Let's just say that it goes the extra mile."
Tim scoffed. "I'm sure it does. What have you put that body through, Michael?"
Michael chuckled wickedly and rubbed his chest. "Nothing that the boy hadn't already done himself." He took a few steps toward Tim, before being cut off by a large dark vampire. Michael looked up and smirked. "Hello, again."
"I've been through this before, a few years back. An old man stole my body and used it to do many different things he would never be able to do. It's sickening. Now, where is my son?" Angel glared into his son's face and felt his heart pull. They were still his eyes. Except that they were laughing. Connor's eyes didn't laugh. They might smirk, but never laugh. "Go back to your own body and give my son back to me!" Angel growled.
Michael quirked a brow and shook his head. "I don't understand."
"Get out of my son's body." Angel was close to grabbing the boy, when Tim took a hold of his arm.
"Connor is still inside the body, Angel." Tim whispered. "You hurt him and you hurt Connor."
Michael winked at Tim and chuckled. "You're a doll."
Angel growled again and gave Tim a look. "Can we exercise him out?"
Michael burst out laughing and turned to walk away. "You could try, but you would kill your son. I put up a damn good fight and Connor is more demon than I am." Michael stopped in the doorway and looked back at his body's father. "Connor is a little scared, but he's not in pain. I thought you might want to know that." Michael threw another wink at Tim and left his audience, in silence.
Angel was about ready to burst. He couldn't hurt this... thing, because Connor was still inside? Where was the monster's original body? What did it mean when it said Connor was more demon that it? Angel turned on Tim and grabbed him up, by the neck. "I need answers, now!"
Tim almost dropped his towel, but he clutched at it and held on for dear life. "Just ask me and I'll tell you." He choked out. Tim was pretty sure Angel was crushing his windpipe.
Angel dropped the boy, in a heap, on the floor. "How do you know this thing, inside my son?"
Tim hung his head and gripped his towel closer to him. "I'm connected to it. Our auras have... mated."
Spike coughed and excused himself from the room. Angel watched him leave, with little interest. "So you two..." Angel waved his hands in front of him, in an uncomfortable fashion and grunted.
Tim raised an eyebrow and stared at the vampire, confusedly. "We... what?" Suddenly, it dawned on him. "Oh... Oh. No." Tim shook his head and sighed. "Nothing like that. It was a spiritual thing." Tim cleared his throat. "He doesn't need sustenance to live, because he just... is. He also takes on the sexuality of whatever it jumps into. So, now Michael, or Connor, considers himself male, when at other times he believes he is female in every way shape and form. Michael is not the only name he's carried, obviously." Tim was babbling, now.
Angel grinned dangerously and nodded. "Get on with it, Tim."
Tim cleared his throat and nodded. "It has been Abigail, Nephratina, Howard, Zenite, Amy, Kenneth, Helena, Samuel, Kristoph, Meredith, and... Kelsey." Tim pushed himself up to his feet and sighed. "He was inside the body of my sister for over a month, before I realized anything was wrong." Tim frowned. "He's more violent, now." The boy looked up at Angel and shook his head. "He can sometimes take on personality traits of the person he inhabits. That may be why he is such a live wire, right now."
Angel nodded, solemnly. "How did you expel him from your sister." Angel felt a little more compassion for the boy, now that he knew he had gone through, practically, the same thing.
Spike walked back into the room, just at that moment. "All better now. Think I had something caught in my throat."
"Like your breakfast?" Tim asked with a lopsided grin. "It's not what you think."
Spike shrugged. "I'm a very forward thinking individual. You and the spirit boy screwed, that was your business. I don't care a wit."
Tim nodded and smirked at his feet. "Forward thinking man that you are, I figure you should know that Michael and I never 'screwed', as you so delicately put it. Men from the late 1800's didn't discuss many out of body experiences, did they?"
Spike shook his head. "Some things were deemed unholy, therefore unacceptable to discuss in polite society. I was polite society, back then."
Tim nodded. "I'll explain 'Michael's' origin a little, before I explain how I met 'him'. Michael has not always been... Michael. That was just his name, when I met him. He's really an 'it', in his true essence. He's an ancient spirit. He used to inhabit some woods on a little island, off the coast of Ireland. Many years ago, when water and wood nymphs, still ran around, he was their keeper. Then, one day a man walked into his woods. Men had never walked in his woods before and he was very interested. This thing had no special powers, and yet it acted as if it owned the forest. Then, it did own the forest. Trees were cut down and houses were being built. He had no concept of time, as a spirit, so he didn't know if it was weeks or centuries that this went on. The more the forest disappeared, the more he dissipated into oblivion. Finally, he was so weak that he decided to make one final plea with the powers that be."
Spike scoffed. "There are those bloody 'powers' again."
Angel shushed him and motioned for Tim to continue.
Tim took a deep breath. "He told them he either wanted his woods back, or he was quitting... you know, more or less. They told him they could do nothing for him and there was nothing he could do and nowhere he could go, except perhaps fading away. 'Michael' took the little power he had left and went to a human that lived in the heart of his woods. Her name was Abigail. He found out that her mind was slow, and her will was weak. He had no problem breaking the barriers of her mind and cozying in. He had fought the rules that had been set for his race and won. The ancient spirits were to never move into a living form, other than an animal, and that was only during dire emergencies."
Tim gulped and continued. "With every human he inhabited, he took on more of there weaknesses and flaws; Guilt, being one of them."
"Guilt is a flaw?" Doyle finally spoke up from his place in the corner. The others had almost forgot his presence, up until this point.
"To an ancient spirit, yes." Tim scratched the back of his head. "It'a a human emotion and humans are flawed animals."
"All right, now that we know what he is. How did you two meet?" Angel walked over to the couch and sat down. "Make it believable."
Tim frowned. "I'll try, but it's pretty unbelievable." Tim took a deep breath and continued on with his story. "I was in 11th grade, when I met Michael Nelson. He was a slight boy, with black hair and blue eyes. He had spirit, though, and I respected that. After a time, we grew to be the best of friends. We went deep-sea fishing, camping, and out to the park, almost every day. He loved the outdoors. Then, one day he asked me if I knew anything of the black arts. I just held my peace and shrugged. He knew I was lying. He could tell that I was a psychic. He accused me of being a seer, without a cause." Tim paused. "I was shocked. Taking care of my sister and getting through school was my cause, I had told him. He told me that I was wasting my ability and that I had more stored up power than he had ever witnessed in a human." Tim smirked, wryly, and shook his head. "That was an odd statement, I had thought. I called him on it, and he had just smiled and pulled me into a hug. He wanted me to meet him that night, in the woods behind his house."
"And you went?" Spike was sitting on the edge of the couch's arm. One slight movement and he would probably land on his ass. "You met the kid?"
Tim nodded. "I met him, and we ate marshmallows and drank coffee. Nothing was 'off' except that I couldn't read him. I had pulled nothing off of him, from the moment I met him. I suppose that was one of the reasons I liked him." Tim smiled, almost fondly. "I've never been able to kiss a girl, without getting flooded with her memories of kisses, from other guys. I've never been able to hug my grandmother, without having flashes of World War II." Tim looked Angel in the eyes and shivered. "You have a very scary past. I saw it, when you..." Tim rubbed his neck and swallowed.
Angel scratched his bottom lip with his upper teeth and nodded. "Go on."
"Michael finally told me why he wanted me there that night. He wanted to try something with me. Apparently, he was into astral projection and something he called mingling auras. He said it was better than drugs, and even better than sex. I had nothing to compare it too, but I wasn't going to tell him that. I had a sneaking suspicion that he knew, anyway. So, I told him we could give it a go. He told me what to do and how to keep myself anchored to this reality. He also promised that if I tried to drift away, he would catch me and bring me back to earth."
Doyle sighed. "You trusted him. With your life, your very existence." The Irishman shook his head. "It scares me what teenagers will trust their friends with."
Tim nodded. "We did everything that was required and I lifted out of my body... my armor, is what he called it. He told me when you drop your armor you are more agile and graceful. Faster and truer to your being. I felt it. That elation that he had spoke of. I lifted off of this plane and he brought me back." Tim's eyes were closed. "We were no longer friends. We were linked." He opened his eyes and stared at Angel. "The original Michael Nelson was committed two days after the spirit left his body. He could no longer connect words and make a full thought."
Angel nodded. "Is Connor going to be like that?"
Tim shrugged. "Depends on a lot of things, really. He was inside Kelsey and he left her in immaculate condition, physically speaking. He would never hurt something that was important to me. That's what he said, anyway."
Spike leaned forward and caught himself before he fell off of the couch's arm. "Why did he possess her in the first place?"
Tim frowned. "To be close to me. I was his only friend. In thousands of years, I was his only friend. That's ended, though. He may not have harmed Kelsey, physically, but he took over her free will and made her feel helpless. He might as well have raped her." Tim rubbed his temples with his forefingers. "He doesn't understand my point of view, on that subject. He's never truly known regret. He just has short flashes of guilt."
"How did he break it to you, that he was an ancient spirit? Wouldn't that be something hard for you to take in, even if you are slightly abnormal, yourself?" Angel watched the boy's face and waited.
Tim shook his head. "He didn't tell me. I felt it that night, in the woods. I experienced his aura and he experienced mine. I can feel what he feels, now. I can feel what your son feels, because he is so... close, I suppose would be the right word."
"This doesn't make sense." Doyle stood up from his seat and stretched his arms above his head.
Tim shrugged. "The truth never does. It isn't fair and it doesn't make sense."
Spike nodded. "The truth is often senseless."
Angel grunted. "I thought you gave up poetry."
Spike scoffed and sent his sire a withering glare. "And I thought you weren't a prick, anymore. My bad."
Angel dropped his head back on his chair and groaned. "I'm not going to say I'm sorry, but I admit that comment was uncalled for."
Spike shrugged. "No, whatever. You're mad about you kid being possessed and all. It happens."
Angel nodded. "Not often, but it does happen, I guess."
Tim shivered and realized he was still in a towel. "I think I'm going to get dressed."
Angel waved the boy away. "All right, but when you get back you tell us how to coax that thing out of my son."
Tim stood up and walked toward the bathroom, where Cordelia had left some clothing for him on the sink. He washed up, fairly quick, and proceeded to get dressed.
Spike grunted and passed a glance over to Angel. "You think the boy can pry his Ex outta' Connor?"
Angel shrugged, as he tried valiantly to stare a hole in the wall. "I don't know, but what other option do we have. What if he's right about hurting Connor? I don't want to risk an exorcism on my son, if it's going to harm him."
Cordelia stomped into the room, about that time, looking very disgruntled. "Where did you put him? I was in my room, for little less than thirty minutes and he's already gone?"
Angel gave Cordelia a long hard look and finally let out an unneeded sigh. "Put who, Cordy?"
Cordelia harrumphed and exclaimed. "My guest. He left the bathroom in perfect order and I can't find him, to thank him for it."
Angel shot up from his seat. "He's gone?"
Spike stood up, a little more slowly. "I knew that kid would want to play hero, or something."
"Well, I guess we better go find him." Doyle stood up, also, and grinned at Angel. "Like old times, huh?"
Angel smirked. "Except we're saving my son, and my demon offspring is tagging along."
Spike quirked a brow. "Well, come on pops. Let's stop yapping and go save the boy." Spike headed toward and out the door, coat swooshing at his calves.
Doyle watched the vampire leave and shot a look at Angel. "That's a nice coat. Looks good on him."
Angel nodded, thoughtfully. "Yeah, it adds a little something, I guess." He turned a grin at Cordelia. "Call Wes and check on Gunn. We'll be back soon." He and Doyle rushed out the doors, just as Cordelia called out to them.
"Take the sewers. It's still... light outside." Cordelia sighed and headed for the phone.
TBC
-Albeit, this was an odd chapter, I love histories of people and I thought you should know a little about the new 'boys'. Of course, whether it all true or bogus, I'm not going to tell. *giggles evilly* Okay, babies, please review.-
--The subtitle is Magic Man by Heart, cause those chicks rock me hard!--
On with the show.
::Stuff and Nonsense- Magic Man::
Spike tapped his foot against the carpeted floor and cocked his head to the side. It made sense really. Connor wouldn't have been able to kick his ass, so easily. "Michael, huh?" Spike looked the boy up and down. "That really Connor's body?"
The Connor look-alike quirked a brow and grinned lasciviously. "Yes, I found out that I like this body quite a bit." The boy sighed lustily and shook his head side to side. "Let's just say that it goes the extra mile."
Tim scoffed. "I'm sure it does. What have you put that body through, Michael?"
Michael chuckled wickedly and rubbed his chest. "Nothing that the boy hadn't already done himself." He took a few steps toward Tim, before being cut off by a large dark vampire. Michael looked up and smirked. "Hello, again."
"I've been through this before, a few years back. An old man stole my body and used it to do many different things he would never be able to do. It's sickening. Now, where is my son?" Angel glared into his son's face and felt his heart pull. They were still his eyes. Except that they were laughing. Connor's eyes didn't laugh. They might smirk, but never laugh. "Go back to your own body and give my son back to me!" Angel growled.
Michael quirked a brow and shook his head. "I don't understand."
"Get out of my son's body." Angel was close to grabbing the boy, when Tim took a hold of his arm.
"Connor is still inside the body, Angel." Tim whispered. "You hurt him and you hurt Connor."
Michael winked at Tim and chuckled. "You're a doll."
Angel growled again and gave Tim a look. "Can we exercise him out?"
Michael burst out laughing and turned to walk away. "You could try, but you would kill your son. I put up a damn good fight and Connor is more demon than I am." Michael stopped in the doorway and looked back at his body's father. "Connor is a little scared, but he's not in pain. I thought you might want to know that." Michael threw another wink at Tim and left his audience, in silence.
Angel was about ready to burst. He couldn't hurt this... thing, because Connor was still inside? Where was the monster's original body? What did it mean when it said Connor was more demon that it? Angel turned on Tim and grabbed him up, by the neck. "I need answers, now!"
Tim almost dropped his towel, but he clutched at it and held on for dear life. "Just ask me and I'll tell you." He choked out. Tim was pretty sure Angel was crushing his windpipe.
Angel dropped the boy, in a heap, on the floor. "How do you know this thing, inside my son?"
Tim hung his head and gripped his towel closer to him. "I'm connected to it. Our auras have... mated."
Spike coughed and excused himself from the room. Angel watched him leave, with little interest. "So you two..." Angel waved his hands in front of him, in an uncomfortable fashion and grunted.
Tim raised an eyebrow and stared at the vampire, confusedly. "We... what?" Suddenly, it dawned on him. "Oh... Oh. No." Tim shook his head and sighed. "Nothing like that. It was a spiritual thing." Tim cleared his throat. "He doesn't need sustenance to live, because he just... is. He also takes on the sexuality of whatever it jumps into. So, now Michael, or Connor, considers himself male, when at other times he believes he is female in every way shape and form. Michael is not the only name he's carried, obviously." Tim was babbling, now.
Angel grinned dangerously and nodded. "Get on with it, Tim."
Tim cleared his throat and nodded. "It has been Abigail, Nephratina, Howard, Zenite, Amy, Kenneth, Helena, Samuel, Kristoph, Meredith, and... Kelsey." Tim pushed himself up to his feet and sighed. "He was inside the body of my sister for over a month, before I realized anything was wrong." Tim frowned. "He's more violent, now." The boy looked up at Angel and shook his head. "He can sometimes take on personality traits of the person he inhabits. That may be why he is such a live wire, right now."
Angel nodded, solemnly. "How did you expel him from your sister." Angel felt a little more compassion for the boy, now that he knew he had gone through, practically, the same thing.
Spike walked back into the room, just at that moment. "All better now. Think I had something caught in my throat."
"Like your breakfast?" Tim asked with a lopsided grin. "It's not what you think."
Spike shrugged. "I'm a very forward thinking individual. You and the spirit boy screwed, that was your business. I don't care a wit."
Tim nodded and smirked at his feet. "Forward thinking man that you are, I figure you should know that Michael and I never 'screwed', as you so delicately put it. Men from the late 1800's didn't discuss many out of body experiences, did they?"
Spike shook his head. "Some things were deemed unholy, therefore unacceptable to discuss in polite society. I was polite society, back then."
Tim nodded. "I'll explain 'Michael's' origin a little, before I explain how I met 'him'. Michael has not always been... Michael. That was just his name, when I met him. He's really an 'it', in his true essence. He's an ancient spirit. He used to inhabit some woods on a little island, off the coast of Ireland. Many years ago, when water and wood nymphs, still ran around, he was their keeper. Then, one day a man walked into his woods. Men had never walked in his woods before and he was very interested. This thing had no special powers, and yet it acted as if it owned the forest. Then, it did own the forest. Trees were cut down and houses were being built. He had no concept of time, as a spirit, so he didn't know if it was weeks or centuries that this went on. The more the forest disappeared, the more he dissipated into oblivion. Finally, he was so weak that he decided to make one final plea with the powers that be."
Spike scoffed. "There are those bloody 'powers' again."
Angel shushed him and motioned for Tim to continue.
Tim took a deep breath. "He told them he either wanted his woods back, or he was quitting... you know, more or less. They told him they could do nothing for him and there was nothing he could do and nowhere he could go, except perhaps fading away. 'Michael' took the little power he had left and went to a human that lived in the heart of his woods. Her name was Abigail. He found out that her mind was slow, and her will was weak. He had no problem breaking the barriers of her mind and cozying in. He had fought the rules that had been set for his race and won. The ancient spirits were to never move into a living form, other than an animal, and that was only during dire emergencies."
Tim gulped and continued. "With every human he inhabited, he took on more of there weaknesses and flaws; Guilt, being one of them."
"Guilt is a flaw?" Doyle finally spoke up from his place in the corner. The others had almost forgot his presence, up until this point.
"To an ancient spirit, yes." Tim scratched the back of his head. "It'a a human emotion and humans are flawed animals."
"All right, now that we know what he is. How did you two meet?" Angel walked over to the couch and sat down. "Make it believable."
Tim frowned. "I'll try, but it's pretty unbelievable." Tim took a deep breath and continued on with his story. "I was in 11th grade, when I met Michael Nelson. He was a slight boy, with black hair and blue eyes. He had spirit, though, and I respected that. After a time, we grew to be the best of friends. We went deep-sea fishing, camping, and out to the park, almost every day. He loved the outdoors. Then, one day he asked me if I knew anything of the black arts. I just held my peace and shrugged. He knew I was lying. He could tell that I was a psychic. He accused me of being a seer, without a cause." Tim paused. "I was shocked. Taking care of my sister and getting through school was my cause, I had told him. He told me that I was wasting my ability and that I had more stored up power than he had ever witnessed in a human." Tim smirked, wryly, and shook his head. "That was an odd statement, I had thought. I called him on it, and he had just smiled and pulled me into a hug. He wanted me to meet him that night, in the woods behind his house."
"And you went?" Spike was sitting on the edge of the couch's arm. One slight movement and he would probably land on his ass. "You met the kid?"
Tim nodded. "I met him, and we ate marshmallows and drank coffee. Nothing was 'off' except that I couldn't read him. I had pulled nothing off of him, from the moment I met him. I suppose that was one of the reasons I liked him." Tim smiled, almost fondly. "I've never been able to kiss a girl, without getting flooded with her memories of kisses, from other guys. I've never been able to hug my grandmother, without having flashes of World War II." Tim looked Angel in the eyes and shivered. "You have a very scary past. I saw it, when you..." Tim rubbed his neck and swallowed.
Angel scratched his bottom lip with his upper teeth and nodded. "Go on."
"Michael finally told me why he wanted me there that night. He wanted to try something with me. Apparently, he was into astral projection and something he called mingling auras. He said it was better than drugs, and even better than sex. I had nothing to compare it too, but I wasn't going to tell him that. I had a sneaking suspicion that he knew, anyway. So, I told him we could give it a go. He told me what to do and how to keep myself anchored to this reality. He also promised that if I tried to drift away, he would catch me and bring me back to earth."
Doyle sighed. "You trusted him. With your life, your very existence." The Irishman shook his head. "It scares me what teenagers will trust their friends with."
Tim nodded. "We did everything that was required and I lifted out of my body... my armor, is what he called it. He told me when you drop your armor you are more agile and graceful. Faster and truer to your being. I felt it. That elation that he had spoke of. I lifted off of this plane and he brought me back." Tim's eyes were closed. "We were no longer friends. We were linked." He opened his eyes and stared at Angel. "The original Michael Nelson was committed two days after the spirit left his body. He could no longer connect words and make a full thought."
Angel nodded. "Is Connor going to be like that?"
Tim shrugged. "Depends on a lot of things, really. He was inside Kelsey and he left her in immaculate condition, physically speaking. He would never hurt something that was important to me. That's what he said, anyway."
Spike leaned forward and caught himself before he fell off of the couch's arm. "Why did he possess her in the first place?"
Tim frowned. "To be close to me. I was his only friend. In thousands of years, I was his only friend. That's ended, though. He may not have harmed Kelsey, physically, but he took over her free will and made her feel helpless. He might as well have raped her." Tim rubbed his temples with his forefingers. "He doesn't understand my point of view, on that subject. He's never truly known regret. He just has short flashes of guilt."
"How did he break it to you, that he was an ancient spirit? Wouldn't that be something hard for you to take in, even if you are slightly abnormal, yourself?" Angel watched the boy's face and waited.
Tim shook his head. "He didn't tell me. I felt it that night, in the woods. I experienced his aura and he experienced mine. I can feel what he feels, now. I can feel what your son feels, because he is so... close, I suppose would be the right word."
"This doesn't make sense." Doyle stood up from his seat and stretched his arms above his head.
Tim shrugged. "The truth never does. It isn't fair and it doesn't make sense."
Spike nodded. "The truth is often senseless."
Angel grunted. "I thought you gave up poetry."
Spike scoffed and sent his sire a withering glare. "And I thought you weren't a prick, anymore. My bad."
Angel dropped his head back on his chair and groaned. "I'm not going to say I'm sorry, but I admit that comment was uncalled for."
Spike shrugged. "No, whatever. You're mad about you kid being possessed and all. It happens."
Angel nodded. "Not often, but it does happen, I guess."
Tim shivered and realized he was still in a towel. "I think I'm going to get dressed."
Angel waved the boy away. "All right, but when you get back you tell us how to coax that thing out of my son."
Tim stood up and walked toward the bathroom, where Cordelia had left some clothing for him on the sink. He washed up, fairly quick, and proceeded to get dressed.
Spike grunted and passed a glance over to Angel. "You think the boy can pry his Ex outta' Connor?"
Angel shrugged, as he tried valiantly to stare a hole in the wall. "I don't know, but what other option do we have. What if he's right about hurting Connor? I don't want to risk an exorcism on my son, if it's going to harm him."
Cordelia stomped into the room, about that time, looking very disgruntled. "Where did you put him? I was in my room, for little less than thirty minutes and he's already gone?"
Angel gave Cordelia a long hard look and finally let out an unneeded sigh. "Put who, Cordy?"
Cordelia harrumphed and exclaimed. "My guest. He left the bathroom in perfect order and I can't find him, to thank him for it."
Angel shot up from his seat. "He's gone?"
Spike stood up, a little more slowly. "I knew that kid would want to play hero, or something."
"Well, I guess we better go find him." Doyle stood up, also, and grinned at Angel. "Like old times, huh?"
Angel smirked. "Except we're saving my son, and my demon offspring is tagging along."
Spike quirked a brow. "Well, come on pops. Let's stop yapping and go save the boy." Spike headed toward and out the door, coat swooshing at his calves.
Doyle watched the vampire leave and shot a look at Angel. "That's a nice coat. Looks good on him."
Angel nodded, thoughtfully. "Yeah, it adds a little something, I guess." He turned a grin at Cordelia. "Call Wes and check on Gunn. We'll be back soon." He and Doyle rushed out the doors, just as Cordelia called out to them.
"Take the sewers. It's still... light outside." Cordelia sighed and headed for the phone.
TBC
-Albeit, this was an odd chapter, I love histories of people and I thought you should know a little about the new 'boys'. Of course, whether it all true or bogus, I'm not going to tell. *giggles evilly* Okay, babies, please review.-
--The subtitle is Magic Man by Heart, cause those chicks rock me hard!--