Beyond All Things Ch. 3

By: Lily DeSilva and The Jazz Master

Disclaimer: I don't own, I just write. Don't sue!

Timeline: Not Fade Away

Spoilers: A Hole in the World to Not Fade Away

Summery: After Wesley's death, a girl shows up in LA, helps the fang gang beat the Senior Partners, and runs off. The thing is…she looks just like Wesley.

A/N: I know. Long time between updates…But here it is! Chappie 3

The sign read 'Morson's home for orphaned children', but the interior looked ore like a summer camp. Twelve cabins on each the girl's and boy' side had bunk beds and housed about fourteen people each. There was a dining hall and multiple classrooms; about three hundred people roamed the grounds wearing second hand, but nice clothing. It was nothing like your stereotypical orphanage.

The grounds were empty. That was to be expected at one o'clock in the morning. Only the crickets were chirping. But all at once, the stopped. A young girl walked out of a cabin. She was wearing a hooded sweatshirt, and her hair in a bun; a ladybug necklace dangled around her neck.

She walked briskly out of the grounds, her left hand concealed in her pocket the whole time. She gazed around suspiciously, eyeing a rustling bush. Her brow furrowed. She drew her left hand out of the pocket, revealing a wooden steak. Without another thought, she hurled the steak into the bush.

A thud was heard. A small yelp. And then, a man rose out of the bush slowly. The girl's body tensed, her eyes on the figure, and you could almost hear her thinking, "oh, crap."

"Damn, Lara! That was close!" the man came into the light, shaking leaves off his coat.

She girl sighed. "Jesse! Don't scare me like that!"

"Lara Whyndam-Pryce! You know not to steak anything unless I'm around. You could get hurt!"

Lara rolled her eyes. "So, what am I supposed to do? Let myself get killed? I'm not going to get killed by a simple vampire! And also, it's Laura Pryce. I don't want my father finding me."

Jesse smiled. "Aw, you know I know you can kill a vampire, but I don't want you to get hurt! You're just a kid!"

She smiled back at him. "Shall we go?" she asked, her Canadian dialect showing traced of a British one.

The pair walked trough a forest, looking quite peculiar. 'Laura' was eyeing everything with caution, a new steak in her hand. She glanced at Jesse.

"So, what were you doing in the bushes?" She inquired, playing with her necklace.

He shrugged. 'Alice caught me on grounds the other day." Lara scowled. Alice, the director of the 'camp' was really strict. "She said if she caught me again, she would personally decapitate me. I think I want to keep my head. I figured that you would see me, and everything would be okay. I didn't think you'd try to steak me. If I hadn't ducked, I would have a steak impaled in my brain right now."

"Totally not my fault. One, you were the one who taught me how to play darts, and two, things are really creepy these days. Too many vamps around, and only me to slay them."

Jesse stopped dead in his tracks. "Lara, you are keeping in mind that you aren't the Slayer, right? You may be from a family of Watchers, and you may have Slayer strength, but you don't have healing abilities or anything else! You aren't a Chosen One!"

Lara shrugged. "I know. I'm being careful. Don't worry too much about me, Jesse! I can take care of myself."

Jesse sighed. Playing makeshift Watcher to an over-zealous fourteen-and-a-half year-old was no piece of cake. He watched her, marching around with the image in her head that she was some sort of mini-Slayer, but not really understanding the dangers of what she did. 'This poor girl,' he thought, 'grown up before her time.'

She had a tough life. Abandoned at the age of eight by her insane father, Lara had grown up without any friends. She seemed to withdraw into herself more and more as she got older and older. The only time she could be herself was at night, when she Slayed vampires alongside Jesse. After being brought to Morson's home, she discovered her Slayer powers, even though they were limited. Jesse, an eighteen-year-old student of philosophy was studying the Occult in hopes of making the world a better place, agreed to be her 'Watcher'. Every night, they patrolled together; every night he watched her kill to vent her anger; every night, he saw her run away from the fake life of the scared, shy little girl she lived every day.

Jesse glanced at his watch. Four o'clock A.M. "Lara!" he called out. "Three hours is up! Wake-up in two-and-a-half hours! Let's go!"

Lara dropped the vampire she was currently beating. She rolled her eyes. "Fine, coming!" she called. She then proceeded to casually stead the vampire and walk away without another thought.

Jesse put his arm around her. "You do know that you can't run forever, right?"

Lara stared at him. "Wow, Jess. That was random."

He shrugged. I've been thinking about it for a while; you have two brothers, a mother, and a father. Someone's bound to come and get you soon. Even if your parents were dead, both of your brothers are old enough to take custody."

Lara's eyes narrowed. "Shut up!" she snarled. "How dare you mention my family? I have no family!" She ran, crying, into Jesse's stomach and began punching him, over and over, and over.

"Shh, Lara. It'll be okay." He held her close as she broke down and started to sob. There was no romantic relationship between, just the love of a brother and sister. For seven years he had been the closest she had to a family. As he held the shaking girl, Jesse Miller realized, she really was only a girl. A girl who desperately needed a family.

Ya, ya, ya…I know. Cornieness. But it will get better with a little bit of Wes/Fred fluff…That's just me. Nothing major, just a little flashback…Hope you like

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