Hey everyone! This chapter is out a lot earlier than I thought it would be. By the way, I don't think I've ever declared this before, but this fanfic takes place after the Ski Trip, but before the Hunted. I, unfortunately, haven't seen that episode yet. Plus, I thought of this before it was aired. Well, aired in the USA anyway. Enjoy Chapter 6!

In response to my reviewers:

Worker72 – I've never actually seen an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, but overall your review had a very interesting perspective. Thanks for reviewing. :)

Fletty – Thank you so much! I greatly enjoyed reading your review and you're really sweet, but I just turned twenty about a month and a half ago so don't be too impressed with my writing. I still have far to go with me majoring in English and all. :)

CelloSolo2007 – I was thinking along the same lines. Well, I'm deciding (in my story at least) that they are not actually related, and that it is just a cover-up. :) Oh, and by the way, I owe you a muffin. ;D

Chapter 6

"Is he up yet?" squeaked a tiny voice.

"O' course he's not, dummy. Does he look like he's up?" an annoyed voice asked.

"Don't call her names, Laughn! It's not nice."

"I can if I want to, Lydia. You're not the boss of me," said Laughn.

"Rise and shine, leetle doog!" a girl's heavily accented voice rang out in a singsong way.

"Little? Look at the size of him, Soleil. He's bigger than my dad," said a boy's voice.

"Well, that's not saying much," retorted Laughn.

"Watch it, Laughn! Or did you forget that my dad's a King?" said the boy.

"He ain't my King," Laughn shot back.

"Look! He's waking up!" the tiny voice squeaked excitedly.

Fu Dog reluctantly opened his eyes to find five pairs of huge curious eyes staring back at him.

"What in the—?" Fu asked sleepily. "What's going on?"

"Did you know that you snore?" asked a small elfin boy with bright green eyes and long white-blonde hair with a crown made out of leaves upon his head. He wore a billowy, white long-sleeved shirt and midnight blue pants. Caught off guard by the strange question, and, not to mention, the situation he was in, Fu only shook his head.

"Well, you do," he replied matter-of-factly.

"Loudly, too," an irritable looking dwarf added. He had sandy blond hair, brown eyes, and was wearing a black shirt, brown pants, and a small red baseball cap. He looked just like a normal human boy—only miniaturized. Dwarves only grew to be about three feet.

"Jeez, Laughn. Can't you be nice to anyone?" asked an elfin girl, who looked incredulously like the elfin boy—except that she had on a long light pink dress and a flowered crown.

"He's a dog, Lydia," Laughn replied rudely.

"I'm also over 600 years old and probably know your parents, so I would show a little more respect for this dog if I were you," Fu retorted edgily. Laughn tightened his arms around him and pouted for being told off.

"I sink you zould make 'im tell you zat 'e iz zorry!" cried a little girl with blue-green eyes and brunette hair that went down to the small of her back. She wore a pale green sundress that fit loosely around her slender figure with a decorative thick brown belt around her middle. Fu guessed that she was a nymph, because she had a natural glow about her, and she was slightly taller than the rest of them.

"How old are you guys?" Fu asked curiously. "And what are your names?"

"I'm Devlin," said the elfin boy. "And this is my twin sister, Lydia. We're six."

"But I'm the older twin," added Lydia.

"By two minutes!"

"I'm still older!"

"My name iz Soleil," interrupted the nymph in her singsong voice. "Eet means 'sunshine' een French. I am six too!"

"I'm Kara!" a tiny fairy squeaked excitedly from above Fu's left ear. She had big sky blue eyes, shoulder-length black hair, and a warm smile. She wore a long white dress that dangled past her bare feet, and her pale rainbow wings glittered as she fluttered about. "I'm only five."

Fu looked at the dwarf questioningly. He was still sulking.

"Do you not have a name or age?" Fu teased.

"The name's Laughn, and I'm seven, okay?" he replied bitterly. Fu opened his mouth, no doubt to tell Laughn that his attitude was unwanted, but he was interrupted.

"What's your name?" asked Kara.

"What kind of a dog are you?" Devlin asked without giving Fu enough time to answer Kara's question.

"I'm a—" Fu began, but was cut short yet again.

"Why can you talk? Dogs can't talk," asked Lydia right after Devlin.

"Well, I—"

"Why do you have so many wrinkles?" asked Kara.

"'Ow long 'ave you known ze Chinese Dragon?" Soleil asked.

"Are you a pet to Mr. Dragon?" asked Kara.

"Why are ya just sitting there with your mouth open? Aren'tch ya gonna answer them?" Laughn asked rudely.

"Quit being mean, Laughn! He didn't do anything to you," Lydia said in Fu's defense.

"Stop tellin' me what to do, Lydia!" shouted Laughn. Fu buried his head in his paws.

"See! Now you've upset him!" Lydia yelled at Laughn.

This is going to be a very long day, Fu thought miserably.

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Jake entered Millard Middle School with Nic closely in toe. Usually Jake would have gone straight to his locker where he met Trixie and Spud, but this morning his mother told him to go to the office first. He had to sign Nic in as a visitor so the boy could be his shadow for two whole miserable days. As they passed through the halls, Jake noticed many heads turn in their direction; most of them were girls'. He clenched his teeth and walked faster until they finally met Mrs. Evans, the school secretary, who was seated behind a rather cluttered desk. Middle-aged and short tempered, she was not the kind of person that you would want to upset. They waited patiently as she wrote down the names for appointments with the principal, which were most likely going to be unhappy engagements.

"State your name and business," she said suddenly without even looking up at them.

"Um…I'm Jake Long, and I'm here to sign in my cousin." Jake replied. She glanced up.

"Oh, yes. Your mother called us earlier this morning." She wheeled her chair to the right side of her office and pulled a clipboard from the wall. "Fill this out and make sure he keeps his name tag on at all times while he is on school property."

"Okay, thanks," Jake replied as he took the clipboard from her. He sat on a bench nearby, and reached for the chewed-up pencil that was attached to the board by a string. Disgusted by the thought of touching anything that was previously inside someone's mouth, he grabbed one of the pens inside his backpack instead. The first question was simple enough, but it made Jake pause.

Please Print Visitor's Full Name Here:

"Uh, oh," he whispered. Nic was keeping his distance from Jake, but those two little words brought him to Jake's side.

"What is it?" he asked.

"You wouldn't happen to have a last name, would you?" Jake asked in a low voice.

"A last name?" repeated Nic with a vacant expression. Jake sighed.

"Yeah, I didn't think so. I guess we'll just have to make one up."

"Another name?" he asked. Jake nodded. "Why?"

"That's just how it is," Jake replied testily.

"Unicorns barely even have one name, let alone two. You humans are so complicated sometimes," Nic complained.

"Keep your voice down! Do you want to be captured?" snapped Jake.

"Relax, no one heard me."

"You can't be too sure." They sat in silence for a couple more minutes searching their minds for a name.

"There is an easier solution to this problem, you know," Nic said.

"Really, do tell," Jake replied without any enthusiasm.

"I'm supposed to be related to you, right?" Jake nodded. "So, why can't I just use your other name?"

"Say what? I don't think so. You're not cool enough to have the Mackdaddy's last name. Pick a different one," Jake ordered. Nic rolled his eyes.

"Whatever. You do it then," he spat as he leaned against the opposite wall. Jake thought for a moment, and then finally wrote something down. He finished the form and gave it to Mrs. Evans, who gave him a note in return. As he began to walk away, he tossed the name tag at Nic from over his shoulder. Nic caught it and looked down.

Nic White

"Oh yeah, that's original," he muttered.

The bell rang signaling the beginning of school. Jake rushed to his locker to get his books for his next class. He continued down the halls, and then paused at a door.

"Try not to embarrass me," Jake said as he made his way into his Mythological class. He barely had one foot in the door when—

"Jake Long! You are late!" shouted his teacher, Professor Rotwood.

"Yeah, I know. I have a note from Mrs. Evans explaining why," he said. Rotwood snatched the note from Jake's outstretched hand.

"Who are you and why are you here, tall boy behind Mr. Long?" he asked Nic. This time it was Jake who rolled his eyes.

"Yo, Mr. Rotwood," Jake began.

"Professor!" Rotwood corrected.

"Right, professor, you would know why he was here if you read the note," Jake said. Rotwood narrowed his eyes at Jake, and then focused his attention to the paper in his hand.

"Fine," he said after he finished reading. "Sit down, Mr. Long. And you," he said, pointing to Nic, "sit there." Jake froze halfway to his desk. Rotwood seated Nic right next to Rose. Jake watched as their eyes interlocked and they smiled at each other. Jake clenched his teeth and curled his hands into fists at his sides.

"Is there a problem, Mr. Long?" Rotwood asked startling Jake out of his sudden rage. It was only then that he realized that he was still standing. His cheeks turned a pale pink as everyone watched him slide into his desk. As soon as Rotwood began his lesson, he wrote a brief note to Spud and Trixie explaining everything that went on last night. Then, for the whole rest of the lesson he couldn't take his eyes off Nic and Rose, who were silently flirting with each other the entire time.

Hm... interesting. I wonder what's going to happen with Nic and Rose. Oh, wait. No I don't, because I know! .:smiles mischievously:. And I can guarantee you guys won't like it, either.

Oh, and poor Fu. I used to babysit at a fitness center and would literally be bombarded with questions. The little kids would barely let me open my mouth let alone answer them. It was really frustrating at times. Anyway...

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