Disclaimer: I do not own Human Target. At All. I do, however, own any new characters that pop up in this story. I own any mentioned unknown establishments and anything in them. Therefore, please ASK ME before trying to use. It's the respectful and honest thing to do. Thankies!

Authoress Note: So someone here (twiddles my thumbs) has been reading to many fantasy and sci-fi books along with reading to many awesome fics of the like here on FF and I figured I'd kick my brain into gear and try to write something with the ideas that started swimming in my lil brain heehee.

Extra Note: I totally blame music for this as well. I've been on a weird kick with music lately and it got this outta me lol. So if you wanna get a feel for what spurred this, try listening to "Magic" by The Cars, "Weird Science" by Oingo Boingo, "A Kind of Magic" by Queen, and "The Scientist" by Coldplay to name a few heehee.

Of Magic and Formulas II

After seven years of working with Chance and Guerrero, Winston – ex-cop – had thought he'd be used to getting weird customers at their doorstep. But this was taking the cake. The two women before him were as different as day and night and yet… They were twins? Both had long hair; one a red head and the other a blonde. They both had pale green eyes and sun washed skin… But they were still very different.

The blonde had thick black glasses and was dressed in dark blue jeans, a nice black shirt under a white lab-coat, her hair up in a bun held together by pencils, a dark brown satchel around her, and white tennis shoes. The red head however… Was dressed quit colorful like. Her long hair was down with the bangs in loops held up by dragon shaped hair pins. She wore dark green eye shadow and her lips were painted a dark red. Her outfit was a dark green dress butterfly wing sleeves. The dress was slit up the side and revealed darker green – almost black – skin hugging shorts so she could move around freely while looking dressed to impress. However her outfit wasn't the only odd thing. What was odder to Winston was that she walked in with a broom over her shoulder.

Both had to be in their late twenties. The blonde haired woman looked relieved to have found him while the red head looked annoyed and bored. "I'm terribly sorry about barging in without calling… I'm afraid our emergency wasn't planned," the blonde explained as Winston lead them in. Carmine sat up suddenly and charged at them! Winston was almost knocked over as Carmine got between him and the red head and barked.

The red head sneered at the dog as Winston tried to pull Carmine back. What had gotten into him? Winston had never seen the Rottweiler act like this! Carmine had to be one of the laziest dogs he'd ever met and now he was suddenly attacking a potential client? "Carmine!" he bellowed to the dog as he kept barking and snarling at the red head, who didn't flinch at all as she stared at the dog.

Suddenly, the woman snapped her fingers and Carmine's large jaw snapped shut and he sat down hard, his butt on Winston's foot. He cursed under his breath as the woman twirled her finger and caused Carmine to sit up and practically march to his dog bed and lay down. He whimpered and pawed at his mouth as the red head scoffed. "I hate dogs," she grumbled as she walked past Winston to his office.

The blonde gave him an apologetic look as he followed after her. Winston watched as the two shared a heated conversation amongst themselves as he shook out his foot and his head. This could only smell trouble. He grumbled to himself as he grabbed his cell phone and sent a text.

-0-

Chance jogged down the stairs. He'd just woken up when Winston had sent him the text for a possible job. At the bottom of the stairs he watched as the elevator opened and out of it stepped Guerrero texting away, a backpack over his shoulder as he gave a nod, not looking up. "Hey, dude," he said as Chance grinned and looked over at the office where he could see Winston with two women. Wait, two?

Chance caught Winstons attention and raised a brow as he looked between the two girls then back at him. Winston simple pursed his lip and looked at the two before motioning them to follow him. The girls stood as Winston walked out the door. Chance watched the two argue to each other as they slowly exited the office.

"This is Clover," he gestured to the red head before the blonde, "and Fiona Avalon. This is my associate Christopher Chance. He'll be the one out on the field with you," Winston explained as he introduced the girls. Fiona politely shook Chances hand while Clovers remained on the broom she held in her hand. "Dude, Avalon?" Guerrero raised a brow at the two. Clover glared, her grip on her broom tightening. "Yes, Avalon. Got a problem with it, muddling?" she growled.

Fiona held out her hand and made a gesture to her sister. "Clover, that's enough. You promised…" the two shared a silent look that spoke of many things. Chance could see the strong sibling bond between the two. It was strange. They looked alike but were not alike. Fiona was calm and intellectual. Clover was edgy and snappish. Huh. Talk about an odd family.

"I know that, Fiona, but how can we trust them! They're not our kind!" she hissed, looking distastefully at them. Fiona touched her sisters hand as it gripped the top of her broom. "Neither am I. But you trust me, don't you?" she asked as Clover flinched. "Yes, but-" Fiona cut her off firmly. "Then trust me to know what is right. Please." Clover's body language wavered before she became submissive and shook her head before waving her sister on.

Fiona smiled at her sister before turning to face them. "Please forgive my sister and I. We have been through a great deal this last night and we're tired and wary…. We seek your assistance. Our lives… Mostly my life, is in danger," she replied softly.

Chance looked between the two before Winston motioned them all to the couches. Clover remained on her feet, standing near one of the large windows. Guerrero stood as well, his position near another window as he watched Clover wipe off her broom. "Thank-you," Fiona said as she sat and took a drink of the glass of water Winston offered. "Miss Avalon can you tell us what kind of trouble you're in?" Winston asked as he took a seat across from the blonde. "And what did you mean by our kind?" Guerrero spoke up, causing the sisters to share another look before Fiona began.

"My sister and I… Well my sister is…" Fiona tried, before Clover spoke up. "Why don't I just show you," she said coolly. The men turned to watch as Clover held out her hand with the broom and slammed it on the ground. She opened her hand and stepped back, the broom standing on its own. Before the men's eyes, the broom suddenly began to float until it was on its side. Clover walked over and took a seat on the handle, crossing her ankles as she was lifted up. "I'm a witch," she stated as the broom hovered around the room slowly before her hand began to glow and she made Winston's cup float up. Winston sputtered and grabbed at the cup before pulling it down back to the table as Clover lowered the broom and was now leaning against it.

Fiona brought their attention back to her. "And I'm not," she explained, pushing her glasses up, "I'm human. The first non-magical human born to the Avalon family, actually…" She trailed off, looking disappointed and somewhat bitter. Clover slid from the broom and came behind her sister and pat her shoulder. "But not for long," Clover encouraged with a squeeze of her shoulder. Fiona smiled. "Hopefully," she chuckled as she opened up her satchel. Chance watched as she produced something covered with a very delicate and hand woven sash. She unwrapped it slowly, before a large crystal orb was held in her hand. It was glowing and a storm like magic was dancing inside.

"And that is…?" Chance asked, watching as a blue and purple star flashed across the orb. Fiona held the orb close to her chest. "This is my greatest invention. With the help of science and my sister's magic, I have created what could be the cure. See I believe that magic is a genetic code. During our creation, mine was somehow altered. My DNA did not evolve and that strand of magic was lost… But with this," she held the orb up more, "I could reawaken – fix – my missing piece to my DNA thread and become a witch like my sister… And even cure those just like me!"

Chance could see and hear the hope and excitement in her eyes and voice as she wrapped the orb up and carefully put it back in the satchel. "We were on our way to show it to the Counsel of Magic when a Hunter attacked us," she sighed, looking troubled. "Hunter?" Winston asked, looking to Clover. "A Hunter – or a Black Knight – is an advanced sorcerer trained to hunt witches and wizards for fame or gain. Hard to kill and hard to escape from. The one we had must have been a rookie or something…" Clover grumbled as she pat her broom, causing it to arch against her touch like a cat.

Guerrero – now fully invested in the conversation and happenings to the point he had not messed with his phone once since Clover started hovering – slipped off his backpack and pulled out his laptop. He flipped it open and began tapping away as Chance stood, thinking. "Any reason someone would send one of these Hunters after you?" he asked. Fiona looked at her satchel. "Possibly because of the orb…. Many witches and wizards believe magic is a gift meant for only the pure. If my invention works then magic could be available to almost anyone… Would tick off a few pureblood lovers," she mused as Clover scoffed. "'Tick off' is an understatement," she grunted as she was sprawled across her broom like a cat lounging on a tree branch.

"I know this is asking a lot. Magic is dangerous and these Black Knights are as well…. But well I was told you all were the ones that could help," Fiona explained as she reached in her satchels front pocket and pulled out the piece of paper, showing their address and names on it. Chance took the paper and looked it over. Guerrero turned in his chair to fix them with a look as Winston read over Chance's shoulder. "Hold up," Winston said, looking at the girls with a look of guarded confusion, "where did you get this?"

Fiona reached in her bag and pulled out a blank envelop. "I received it in an unmarked letter… Our owl, Oberon, he dropped it on my head," she shrugged, looking at Clover as she began to snicker, "only because someone taught him to do so for treats." Clover gave an innocent smile as Guerrero looked between the two. "Uh-huh," he clicked his tongue before going back to typing.

Clover tilted her head as Starchaser hovered over behind him and turned her so she was hovering – literally – over Guerrero's shoulder. "I really don't see the purpose of these contraptions," she mused, her breath brushing against the back of his ear, shifting the hair near his neck. He clinched his fist and straightened his back. "Got a thing for people invading my space, dude," he said, his voice chillingly calm.

Chance tapped Clover's foot, getting her attention. "Yeah I wouldn't do that," he told her simply as he looked at Guerrero then back at her, arching a brow. "Clover, stop it. Mom told you about personal space a million times," Fiona sighed as she sat down, letting Carmine come over and nudge her hand. Clover rolled her eyes before throwing up her hands and backing Starchaser up before sliding off the broom. She snatched it from the air before waltzing off to stand by one of the windows, looking down at the streets with disinterest.

"So can you help us?" Fiona asked, patting Carmine and looking hopefully between all three of the males. Chance stuffed his hands in his pocket as Winston dragged him over by Guerrero. The three men exchanged murmured thoughts as Fiona got up and nudged her sister. "Clover… You arnt going to be like this the whole time are you? We need their help-!" Fiona was cut off as Clover made a "zip your lip" motion, causing Fiona's mouth to literally zip shut. "My Merlin! Fiona, sis, I love you but you alk to much sometimes," Clover sighed, rubbing at her temples with glowing fingers, "look I'll play nice. I'm only doing this to keep you safe. But ifthey show any sign of being unable to protect you, we are hoping on Starchaser and going to one of the summer cabins to hide out, understand?"

Fiona, unable to talk, gave a quick nod before Clover unzipped her lips. She smacked them a few times before huffing. "I really wish you wouldn't do that," she grumbled as Clover smirked as Chance straightened. "Alright… So any ideas how to stop one of these Black Knights if they attack? I'm guessing bullets arnt to handy?"

Clover and Fiona exchanged a look and Fiona smiled in knowing relief as Clover rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "Bullets will work," Clover said, "but… Lets up the antics with a little extra firepower." She snapped her fingers and caused all the guns in the warehouse and on the mens bodies to hover up and glow a sickly blue. "Dude that's going to get real old real fast," Guerrero commented with distaste as Clover grinned like the Cheshire cat.

R & R Plz

Sorry that took so long! Im a busy beaver these days! Been job hunting and it wears my ass down. Also I apologize if it comes off a little... Wonky... As I said, Im busy beavering and stuck being dragged also to parties and well I'm kinda loopy lost sometimes lol, but I'm trying. So Feel free to message me on anything that you feel needs a lil fixin, kay? Also, yeah.. I dont think I wrote the guys that great. But again.. Im trying lol xD