Disclaimer: don't own them don't sue me
The French was taken off Internet translation. Sorry guys. And as for the separation between scenes… well I thought I had them separated… I'm very sorry. This is a little rusty guys… only cause I have a job and its clouding my head… so maybe when I get back to school things will improve.
"I found myself climbing up the steps of the old house, unconsciously. The wind blew strand of my hair into my eyes and I brushed it back, before reaching for the rusty doorknob," Fred Burkle dramatically paused and smiled down at her wiggling daughter.
Ginny, was sitting in her mother's lap squirming and covering her ears with her tiny hand. "Oh, this is the scary part Mummy," she took her hands off a little bit. "Read more."
Fred smiled before kissing the dark brown curls. "I was greeted by a dark room, except for the open window where moonlight poured onto the dirty floor. I took a step in, and the door closed behind me with a SMACK, making me jump."
In her arms, Ginny jumped and squealed. She leaned closer to the book, biting on one of her nails. "Keep going, Keep going," she ordered excitedly.
"I made my way into the room with the moonlight pouring in. The furniture was covered with old sheets, and in the corner an old grandfather was ticking. Tick. Tick. Tick. SURPRISE!" Fred finished reading and turned the page of the picture, showing a picture of a surprise party.
Ginny collapsed into giggles, kicking her leg. "That was funny," she admitted, closing the book firmly. "Nother one Mummy?"
"Not tonight, baby girl," Fred told her, picking her up as she lifted herself off Ginny's bed. "Its bedtime for you."
"Aw, okay," Ginny, answered, crawling on her hands and knees to her pillow. She decided pouting would not get her another story. After all that was her second, and she was a little bit sleepy. "Goodnight Mummy."
Fred tucked the quilt up to Genevieve's chin, and planted a kiss on the small girls forehead. "Good night, sweetheart," Fred answered, standing up and smiling down at her.
"I love you," Ginny told her, beaming up her.
Fred just stood silent for a moment, looking at Genevieve. She didn't know how it happened, but Ginny had come and wrapped her around that little finger. Fred found it hard to believe that she was the mother of this child. It felt weird being a mom to your future kid.
Fred laughed out loud. Of course that would be weird to anyone. Most people would die if a child came to them and said that they were their future offspring, but the Fang gang was used the paranormal.
"I love you too," Fred answered honestly, smiling brightly.
(Future Reality)
Donovan sat staring at a family picture. He actually missed Genevieve. He actually missed that bratty, annoying kid. He sighed outwardly and rolled over on his back, staring at the ceiling. "Mum is gonna kill me."
"What was that?"
"Meredith! Go away! Get out of my room!" Donovan shouted, sitting up on his bed, glaring at him. He found himself really angry with the twin for performing the spell.
"I was looking for Laney," Meredith told him honestly. "But are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," Donovan lied, rolling himself back over, making sure the family photo was under his pillow.
"Quinn and Gwyn made pork chops," Meredith answered, coming in and sitting on the end of his bed. She sympathetically smiled at him. "Quinn almost popped a blood vessel when you didn't come down."
"I wasn't hungry," the black-headed boy replied softly.
"Donny," Meredith spoke sadly. "I'm sorry about what my twin did to your little sister, Ginny agreed that she would only stay a few days."
"She's been gone a whole freaking month!" Donovan raged, tossing a pillow at the wall.
"I'm really sorry," Meredith promised again edging closer to him. "I'd take it back if I could."
Donovan looked at the bed quietly. "Yeah, I know you would," he finally said, quietly.
Meredith placed a hand on top of his and offered an encouraging smile. "Everything will be fine," she whispered. "I'm sure our past parents are working on getting her back."
(Past Reality)
Genevieve looked up from her sheet of computer paper, marker in hand. "Past Mummy?" she asked as she scrunched up her small forehead in thought.
"Yes Ginny?" Fred replied, bending over the microscope. Her wavy brown hair falling around her face on onto her lab coat covered shoulders.
"I've been thinking," she replied importantly, as she let the marker stroke the paper some more.
"Yes?" Fred was trying to pay attention, but she was busy trying to analyze if it had been a Harkia demon that attacked Gunn in the ally way, at the moment, and analyzing and babysitting didn't come hand in hand.
"Wouldn't Quinn and the others be looking for me?" Ginny inquired softly, leaning back once again to admire her work of art. "I did leave my teddy bear there and I miss it."
Fred looked up from her work and smiled softly. Ginny was showing sign of missing her future family, and she was showing signs of childhood attachment. Mentioning a teddy bear and dolly that only Angel had gotten the name of, Samantha.
"I'm sure, they're looking for you, and we're trying to work on a way to send you back," Fred promised her, ignoring her work for the time present to talk to her daughter.
"I kind of wanna go back," Ginny told her, looking up from paper in deep thought. "But I don't think future Daddy is going to be very happy."
"I wouldn't be surprised, Wes can sometimes be a…" Fred trailed off.
"Can be a what?" came Wes's voice from the doorway.
"See you Mummy," Ginny said quickly, abandoning her paper and markers to scurry out the door past Wesley.
"Can be what, Fred?" Wesley asked again, a little more firmly, as if demanding an answer.
"A charming British man with an agenda that gets in the way and clouds his judgment," Fred quickly answered, before bending over her microscope again.
"Well spoken," answered Wes, promptly shutting the door behind him. "You're right, you know, I'm not exactly sure I see myself as a good father."
"The way Ginny goes on about you," said Fred with a slight chuckle. "I think you're wrong."
"It is still confusing to think about," Wesley added sitting down in one of the lab chairs. "I was looking for Ginny, but now I found her, and she's gone again, I have to rest my feet."
"Understandable," Fred answered, looking up with a soft smile.
"Chimps in swimsuits!" Ginny sang at the top of her lungs
"Some chimps are swinging from a vine." Bellowed Angel in a very bad tone.
"Some chimps in jack boots." Came Ginny's tiny, child voice
"Some chimps that wish they could be mine." Angel sang out, swinging Ginny around in the air
"Starsky and Hutch chimps."
"A chimp that's sitting on a can."
"Some Dutch chimps, who send their love from Amsterdam."
Cordy watched scene from the doorway, her jaw dropped wide open. "How can Ginny deal with it? He can't sing a note?"
Wesley and Fred also watched their daughter dance around with their boss. "I'm getting a headache, just listening to him."
"Another postcard with chimpanzees, and everyone is addressed to me. Another post card with chimpanzee, and everyone is addressed to me." The vampire and little girl sang together as they dance around the room wildly.
"Remind me to not let Angel baby-sit, again," Wesley said, shaking his head miserably.
"Remind me never to have sex with him again," Cordy replied, turning her back.
If the record that Ginny and Angel were listening to, could have scratched it would have, because everyone stopped and all eyes focused on Cordelia's back. The seer laughed nervously and she walked from the room.
A Second Disclaimer: I don't own the song either, its a song by Barenaked Ladies I think.... I'm not sure... but I heard it on the radio and thought it was funny