Disclaimer Don't own the ones you know. Own Ginny, Gwyn, Meredith, and Donovan. Quinn and his personality belong to Ebeth, who is writing an alternate universe story with those kids. Love you E-beth!

Symmetric Sandwiches  

Wes smiled as he leaned in the doorway, watching Ginny at the desk. She was a very skilled at calligraphy for a six-year-old child. At first he had been reluctant to give her a bottle of ink and a small brush. His little girl was so smart, and so beautiful. Ginny's small petite figure, shimmering blue eyes, and dark, brown hair would one day bring her in to popularity. Wes promised himself three things; no revealing outfits, no cheerleading, and certainly no boys. He was not exactly against cheerleading, he had liked Cordelia when she was on the squad, but he did not like the earned reputation.

"Past Daddy?"

Wes shaken from his thoughts by the small girl that tugged on his shirttail. "Yes, sweetheart?"

Even though she excelled in thing some adults struggled with, Wes had seen a considerable change in her behavior over the weeks past. She skipped down the hall singing childish song with out realizing. She began to giggle uncontrollably when Angel would toss her on to the couch gently. When his daughter didn't get her way, she pouted, letting her bottom lip hang out and her blue eyes glaze over. He had fallen in love with his future child, feeling the definite father/daughter bond when she told him a story in French or they looked through and Encyclopedia of Demons.  He smiled at her before lifting her up into his arms.

Ginny batted her eyelashes at him lovingly. "Can I go to school?"

"School? Why would you want to go to that wretched place?" Wes inquired, tickling her tummy lightly. Truth be told, Wes would miss her presence if she left him all day for school.

She scrunched up her brow in though, tucking one bawled up fist under her chin. "Well past Daddy," she answered importantly. "I can learn stuff."

Wes scoffed at that as he walked over to the bed and sat down. What more can that six-year-old need to know. "You can learn things from your mother and I."

"Yes, but school is different," she argued dramatically. She sat up on his lap and bounced enthusiastically with each word. "I want friends."

Wes sighed and scratched the bridge of his nose. He knew that would came into play soon enough. Even though the child learned and enjoyed the company of adults the desire to play with other children would found its way out of her soon. "Why do you need children, when you have Angel?"

Ginny giggled at him, but then frowned again. "Angel is only a child at heart. I need real kiddy friends."

"I guess you're right," Wes gave in sadly. "I will check into it."

"Already have," she announced, sliding of his knee and running to her desk. Wesley watched in bewilderment as his little girl returned with a stack full of papers.

"Where did you get this?" Wes inquired, taking the information and browsing over it. "Los Angeles School for the Gifted?"

"Yes past Daddy, that's where I wanna go," she told him, with a smile. "Aunty Cordy helped me surf the Internet. Thank you Google."

"I'll just have to have little talk with Cordy about you and the Internet," he replied idly, scanning over the information. He almost yelled out loud when he saw the price, but kept his emotions under control. "I'll speak to your mot- Fred, about this.

"Okay," she answered, flipping her brown hair. She didn't seem at all upset that he hadn't given her an answer. It was like she already knew the answer would be yes.

"Lunch?" Wesley asked her, holding out his had. She took it quickly and smiled up, shaking her dark brown locks.

"Lunch would be spiffy," she announced taking his hand, bouncing up and down on her toes.

Wes raised an eyebrow at her. What kind of child said spiffy, he asked himself. Apparently his child did. "She certainly did not pick that up from me," he muttered.

"What was that Past Daddy?" Genevieve questioned, looking up at him with big blue eyes.

"Nothing, my dear," he promised her, leading her out the doorway. "Let get lunch." And Wes smiled as he led his girl out the doorway.

The young teen growled as he paced back and forth. "Two weeks," he muttered. "She promised two weeks. Wes and Fred will be home from vacation tomorrow."

"Quinn," offered the younger girl sympathetically. "Maybe she can't get back, maybe she has to get the things."

"You," he growled, pointing a finger at her nose. "Are the reason she is there, you preformed the spell, she's six years old you can't expect her to be able to accomplish a spell like that."

"But you have to remember, Ginny is a very smart child," put in the other girls identical twin sister. "She'll be able to do it, I think Ginny's choice is not to do it."

"Meredith, you keep out of this, stop trying to defend your sister, because if Ginny isn't back in 24 hours, I'm ratting her out," Quinn said defiantly, crossing his arms over his chest.

The two girls squealed, Meredith put a hand over her mouth and the other twin stepped up to him. "Quinn, there has got to be a spell to bring her back from this side of the time continuum," she tried, putting a little sad into her voice.

"There isn't," announced another young boy, who was looking over leather bound book in the corner. "Unless you wanna release hell with little Ginny."

"Gwyneth, you had no business performing that spell for her," Quinn said sternly, placing his hand on her shoulders. "If she doesn't return soon enough, she'll be lost forever, and we'll have a Ginny older then me in the this world."

"I don't think Wes and Fred would be too happy about that," put in Meredith with a smile. They all glared at her. "Sorry, just trying to rattle things up."

"Connor," Quinn ordered, sharply turning to the fourteen-year-old boy. "Keep looking." He threw up his hand and announced exhaustedly. "Donovan what do you think?"

"Ginny is my sister, what do I think?" The dark headed boy, laughed out loud. "I think that when she gets back, and Mum and Dad don't kill her, I'm going too." Donovan Whyndam-Pryce was furious with his little sister; words couldn't even describe all he felt. If his parents got back and Genevieve was gone, he was going to get blamed.

"Any suggestions," Quinn inquired, folding his arms across his chest. "From anyone." No one spoke. The twin stood silently, they had cause enough trouble already.

"I'll just have to go after her," Quinn announced, looking over the spell that sent Ginny back.

"But she's my sister!" Objected Donovan angrily, jumping from his chair. "I'll go!"

"No," Quinn answered. "I'm older, I'll go." He began to gather the ingredients from the cabinet. "This is just spiffy."

"Jelly on top, peanut butter on bottom, smooth but crunchy, and I don't like lumps in my jelly," she scrunched up her nose as Wes fixed her sandwich.

Wesley was getting angry. They had go through almost a whole loaf of bread. "No I don't eat white, got to be wheat." "No, jelly on top." "The cuts aren't symmetrical enough."

"Is this one good enough for you, love?" Wes inquired placing the sandwich on the plate and holding it out for her to look over.

She examined it, placing a small hand on her chin as she did. "I like this one, good job Past Daddy."

Wes sighed in relief; he didn't think he could make another sandwich if he tried. He was tired of bread. He was tired of jelly. He himself wouldn't eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for a month.

"Good morning everyone, happy human coming through," Angel announced, pushing through the kitchen doorway.

"Angel," Wesley answered, checking his watch. "It 3:30."

"Yes… well," he looked around nervously, but Cordy came through the same doorway in a bathrobe.

Wesley smirked at them. "Both of you are late risers I see."

Angel avoided the question and Cordy raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow at him.

"Peanut butter and Jelly my favorite," Angel announced grabbing one of the disregarded sandwiches and taking a huge bite. Ginny giggled, holding the sandwich up to her tiny lips.

"You just ate the lumpy jelly," she old him, her mouth full of a sandwich.

He smiled at her, jelly in the corner of his mouth. "For Wes's kid, you don't have proper table manners, didn't he?"

Ginny took another smile bite and shook her head before swallowing. "He did, but you and Connor taught me differently."

Angel blushed and shoved the rest of the sandwich in his mouth.