Author's Note To clear up confusion… Angel wished to be human again… so therefore he is human! So dun dun dun… it will bring in some interesting twists later. Enjoy!

Disclaimer I don't own the character's they belong to Joss and his buds… I thought up Genevieve and the other little kiddlets.

"It worked! It really worked!" The girl announced, bouncing up and down around Wesley, who looked like he was going to pass out again. Fred had just got done checking and matching Genevieve and Wes's DNA. They were defiantly father and daughter.

"Vous êtes mommy très intelligent" (You are very smart, mommy.) Genevieve said, turning to Fred with a smile.

"Mommy?!"

"You speak French, Fred?" Wes asked, raising an eyebrow for the second time that day. "I-

"Not important," Fred interrupted, holding up a finger. "She just called me mommy."

"Yes, mommy," Genevieve explained importantly, mimicking Fred by holding up her index finger. "Mommy in the future. My spell worked. I come to the past!"

"Spell? Future?" Wes inquired, crossing his arm across his chest, staring down at Genevieve. "When is your birthday?"

"June 17th, 2009," replied Genevieve importantly, sticking out her chin.

Fred and Wes exchanged looks before glaring back at Genevieve. "So your are saying, Fred and I are married in the future?"

Genevieve shook her pigtail-ed head. "Yup, married, I've seen the pictures," she said, turning to Fred. "Vous avez paru beau." (You looked beautiful).

Fred blushed and put a hand to her mouth, avoiding Wes's eyes. Wesley Whyndam-Pryce decided it best to change the subject. "Your full name is Genevieve Alexis Whyndam-Pryce?"

"Oui," she answered him with a smile. "Grandmummy told me that you always wanted to name your little girl that girl that, so that's my name."

"Yes, well…" It was Wes's turn to blush, turning away from Fred and Genevieve.

"What spell did you use," Fred skipped a beat. "Ginny?"

"That's right Mommy," Genevieve announced with a toothy smile, clapping her hands. "I'm your little Ginny." She was clearly avoiding answering the question.

"She asked you a question, Genevieve," Wes prodded further, putting a little firm into his voice. If this was his daughter, he could be firm with her.

"Just a spell," Genevieve answered, evasively, one of her sandals twisting nervously. "One that future Daddy said not to do."

Wesley sighed. Apparently he was a strict father in the future. He bent down to look his future daughter in the face. She did look like him, almost exactly like him. With dark brown hair, almost black, and her glittering blue eyes. "You need to tell me," Wesley whispered, in a deadly tone, his face only a few inches from hers. "So we can send you back, if possible."

"I don't want to go back," she pouted, sticking out her bottom lip, cocking her head to the side a tad. In the future this always worked on her Daddy, but Daddy was different now.

"Genevieve," Wesley went on the same stern voice, his eyes glaring daggers. "I will not fool around with you, if you do not tell me this instant I'll-

"Let me guess," Genevieve interrupted with an annoyed sigh. "You'll thrash me."

"Well, yes, precisely what I was going to say," Wes hesitated, shifting his weight from one foot to another.

"Let me run through this scenario," Genevieve told him, sounded older then she was. She crossed her arms over her small chest and took a tiny step back. "In the future you would lecture me with the 'I'm-going-to-thrash-you' speech. Them mommy will go hysterical and tell you not to hit her baby." She turned to Fred who was twisting her hands around nervously. "Then you'd tell Mommy that a good spanking never hurt anyone and she could use one. Then I would giggle and you'd send me to my room, so you could get snuggle-feely good time. You never carried through with the actual thrashing."

Wes stood up straight, staring down at the smart child with a disapproving/embarrassed look on his face. "Are you sure you are six years old?"

"Oui," she answer, shaking her brunette head, her front teeth clenched tightly over her bottom lip.

"Lets go take a little walk and find that book, shall we?" Wesley suggest firmly, holding out his hand to her. "And find that spell that you disobediently performed."

She sighed, slumping her shoulders bit as she took his hand. No one, not even daddy, smarted Genevieve Alexis Whyndam-Pryce. She would not find that book, she would not tell him what spell. She did not want to go back.

"Early one morning, just as the sun was rising. I heard a maiden singing in the valley below," Genevieve sang out in a beautiful child's voice as she sat on the edge of Wes's desk, her tiny legs swinging back in forth. She flipped threw on of the large, leather-bound books, shaking her head as she turned each page muttering things such as. "Nope." "Not this one." "To easy."

She started up singing again, grabbing another book and flipping through. Wesley, who was getting very annoyed, sighed. He rested his head in his hand, listening to his daughter sing. "Okay, fine, I can see you're not going to tell me."

"You have that right," Genevieve answered, slamming the book shut and then putting it aside. She hopped of the desk, landing on her feet.

"Now what?" Wes asked her, leaning back in his chair and cracking his knuckles. It had been a long two hours.

Genevieve yawned slightly, trying her hardest to hide it with her tiny hand.

"Ah, the gifted child finally gets tired," Wes muttered with a slight chuckle. "Did you actually sleep in the future?"

"Sometimes," she whispered, squinting her eyes and wrinkling her nose up as she yawned once more. Without thinking about Wesley being her non-future Daddy, she crawled into his lap. She snuggled close, closing her eyes as she laid her dark brown head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Daddy's heartbeat was always Daddy's heartbeat. Past, Present, Future; this was Daddy. And she fell asleep, listening to Daddy's heartbeat.