A/N: WOULD YOU WANT THIS TO HAPPEN!?: Hey guys! PD6 here with some news! OK, so way back in the day while coming up with this version of the story, there was actually a 'What If' Pocket dimension in which little Shelly is biological and this actually took place way back there, like towards the beginning of the whole 'Legend' thing. And shes still smaller than Grell, Will, and Ronald and yes this story has a pairing but Shelly will at least be three in it at the start. Do you guys want me to write a what-if chapter or another story like this one with more of a plot focusing on the Crevan family more than the other three and how Adrian (Yes that is his name in this story and will not change)is actually worried about how Shelly will be adjusting in the human world due to her odd behavior in the Dispatch. It will also focus on why the three focus characters in WGTC act the way they do now. So leave a review on what you want me to do :D
P.S: Sebby will be in this story but as a human at first and yes he will know the Crevans.
Flash-Date on the non-mini-top:
Even the child in the room could sense the awkward tension filling the sit-room that day, and even she froze mid-suck of her bottle to glance up at her red-haired friend to study his usually calm face. Rage. Well hidden by emerald and yet somehow magnified by thick, red, square frames.
'Someone gonna get really really hurt.' The baby cooed in baby lingo, familiar with the phrase by the number of times her blonde friend had uttered it during the other's past visits.
She let out a yell yelp/coo as she felt her friend boldly stand up and adjust where she was in his arms before taking two steps forward, his eyes focused on the one in front of him.
"Oh, hello there." His voice was just like the rage in his eyes, masked perfectly by a sweet tone and yet somehow apparently by the overall speed of it all.
"Hello." The red-headed woman spoke as she took a step forward, her own face mirrored the other red-heads as they stared daggers at one another.
"To what do we owe this visit?" Grell tried to sound calm but this sentence ended up sounding more like 'Get the fuck out of here!'
"I did say I would babysit anytime." Angeline said sternly and somewhat humorously as her fingers pinched at the black material that was covering them.
"Well we don't need you at the moment." There was that unfriendliness that had been present all along beginning to bubble over.
"We?" She questioned as she looked around the room for added effect. "But you are on your own at the moment."
"We as in me and the baby!" Green eyes were cast down onto the little baby's forehead as pink looked back up. "I like to think of her as my equal. Shes like a little mini-me."
"Poor lamb." It was muttered under her breath but the divine being caught , heck, was actually waiting for the comment as his eyes snapped back up and locked with hers.
"Say something bitch!?" He demanded as he held the child in a protective manner, her face now pressed against his chest.
It wasn't like she minded though, his heart-beat was always a comfort to her. It was after all, the first one she had heard when she had opened her eyes on that fateful night and it calmed her as the burning feel of air filling her collapsed lungs and her stomach acid gnawing at itself as bitterly cold air cut and sliced at her already burnt skin began to attack her with terrible pain. That and she liked her friend's scent. Like roses and sun. A nice combination that fit him well.
"Nothing. Nothing. Its just that she is a child, and to be your equal." She paused as the emerald eyed reaper's ears perked for the final insult. "What does that really say about you?"
Clutching the child even closer, his heart-beat a mild a minute with anger and a million things running through his mind at the moment, everything just seemed to be so timed, and not in his favor. It happened far to quickly and there was no plausible way for it to have been prevented and it all started with the front door opening.
"Bitch!" The word rang out, but not from the red-heads or from the one opening the door.
Two hearts stopped and dropped where they were and one woman had the wind knocked out of her as the door had flown open and struck her. All eyes, two green, and one red, landed on the little girl, her arms waving rapidly above her head.
"Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!" She continued to coo out madly, not noticing the angry looks, one pointed at her, and the other pointed at the one holding her.
"Why is my daughter swearing?" A curious voice asked as Grell's heart stopped yet again, realizing he didn't even see who had opened the door.
"Daddy!" Shellobeth's cries of that awful word were finally doused as she found a new person to stare at and call out too.
"Because she is this man's mini-me apparently." Angeline answered as she stepped out of range of the door and took the child from the stunned reaper.
"Oh that poor lamb, hehe." The father of the child muttered behind his hand, which was now covering his version annoyed face (A cross between a frown and a smirk).
"Odd, that was the same thing I said." The widow giggled as she rubbed the child's head. "I guess that makes you my equal."
Rage returned to the younger reaper as he opened his mouth to speak but the look he received from his friend promptly shut him up. Shellobeth watched the scenes of her elder's faces change and found it all to amusing as she began to giggle loudly and kicked her tiny feet. Two adults smiled fondly at her and then the tension in the room cleared and a few questions soon sprouted into both reaper's minds and one answer formed in the human's.
"I hope you don't mind me dropping by." Angeline began as she stroked a hand through Shellobeth's curls and smiling softly. "But as your friend has said, you two seem to lighten any mood."
"Kiss-up." Grell mock-coughed into his hand as the woman shot him a dirty glare.
"Oh I'm sorry. I didn't know your boyfriend wasn't allowed to have friends." Angeline growled as the two began to shoot daggers again.
"H-he isn't my boyfriend! And he won't be yours either!" The feeling of jealously soon bloomed thickly into the room as the two family members watched the two bicker.
"Oh, this is gonna be good." Undertaker laughed as he looked down at Shellobeth. "I can tell."
'So can I!' Shellobeth giggled as she pulled out a cookie from her jumper pocket and split it with her parent as they watched.
"Was that supposed to hurt?" Angeline growled angrily. "I only want to be friends. And if anything happens then it happens!"
"Which it won't because you are a crazy bitch!" Grell all but screamed back as his fists balled up. "You got your first husband killed so I don't trust you with him!"
"How dare you!" Angeline cried out as she ran to attack him with a slap. "At least I had a husband! Y-You bastard!"
"Ha! That is a form of foul play." Adrian said as he looked down at his confused child. "That isn't a very nice way of playing."
'Foul play bad... Got it!' Shellobeth thought as she giggled happily, clapping her hands.
"Keyword: Had!" Grell exclaimed, no humor was at all sensed in his voice as he narrowly dodged the slap.
"Bastard!" Shellobeth cried out as she waved her hands above her head again and her father facepalmed yet again.
"OK, Thats enough you two." Annoyance was somewhat present in the father's voice.
"She/He started it!" Two cries rang out as two accusing fingers pointed.
Yeah, didn't work in third grade. Isn't going to work now. Speaking of third grade, at that moment the door to the morgue opened yet again and in stepped William. Though concern wasn't present in his features, it was present in his voice.
"Is everything alright? I heard yell-" He cut himself off as he caught sight of the two squabbling red-heads. "Whats going on?"
"Bitch!" Shellobeth pointed to Angeline and used her other hand to point at Grell. "Bastard!"
"Oh God, no..." Will mumbled as he too facepalmed, and then went over to the father and daughter and picked up the enraged raven-head.
"What are you doing here, William?" The silver-haired reaper asked, ignoring the argument going on behind him and smiling widely at the newcomer.
"Well, I finished my work for the day early and came over to suggest we take Shellobeth out to lunch." He said calmly as he cradled the now over-joyed baby.
He then set the baby down and held her tiny hands with two fingers as he helped her to toddle around a bit before she could do it without his help.
"She is able to walk on her own now, maybe she would like to go to the park." Will finished as he watched the child stamp around the two.
"Well that sounds lovely and I am sure it would make Shelly very happy." Undertaker said happily as he too watched Shellobeth.
"Bastard!" She said suddenly, pointing at William and tilting her head to the side and smiling widely.
"The sooner we get out of here the better." Will muttered as he opened the front door and the two Crevans left and then him, leaving the two red-heads behind to finish their argument.