Onward and Upward...

All Errors...Mine

Glee, not so much...

Enjoy!

"So, now that things are all harmonious with you two can we go kick some ass? I'm getting bored." Santana groused across the breakfast table at the shyly smiling pair of blondes.

"Santi, at least let us finish breakfast." Rachel shook her head with a giggle balancing four plates in the air in front of her piled high with assorted breakfast items.

"Ugh, but look at them, they're all cuddly and bright-eyed, it's disgusting." Santana sneered.

"You two are the same way and we just let you be." Quinn stuck her tongue out at the hellspawn.

"Oh, there's no way we ever looked that sickeningly in love..."

"Oh, really now?" Rachel arched an eyebrow and sent the appropriate plate to hover in front of the other three women.

"Not for nothing, babe, but I'm too badass to be lovesick."

"I'd quit while you're still ahead sweetheart, that hole you're digging is getting pretty deep." Rachel carried her plate to sit next to her girlfriend and Quinn stifled a giggle at the chagrined look on the hellspawn's face.

"Rach, I didn't mean..."

"Eat you're breakfast, hon, we'll talk about it later." Rachel replied and with a flick of the wrists the hovering plates rested easily in front of the three.

"Oh...you're in trouble." Quinn mocked with a smirk.

"And you could just as easily be in trouble yourself if you keep it up." Brittany frowned slightly causing the Guardian's back to straighten.

"We are so whipped..." Santana groused good-naturedly around a mouthful of eggs.

Quinn shrugged with a small smile and continued eating her own food.

"Seriously though, Q-ball, what's the plan?" Santana asked again after minutes of them eating in virtual silence.

"I can't kill him. It doesn't matter if my time as a Guardian is coming to an end, I took a vow and I can't kill a human, even one who might deserve it." The blonde replied quietly.

"Fine, then we won't kill him, we'll just scare the living shit outta him. Teach him if he ever comes near your sister again then he'll wish we had killed him." The hellspawn smiled evilly.

"She's right, we can't wait for Delaney to find them we can't use your sister as bait so our best answer is to intervene first." Brittany agreed.

"Well, then it seems like this is settled, we'll visit Delaney tonight." Rachel chimed in with a solemn nod from Quinn.

It was midnight when Edward Delaney finally managed to tear himself away from the files piled atop his study desk. The private investigator had done well and tracked his estranged wife and daughter to a sleepy little suburban inlet a few states away. If he wanted he could be on their doorstep by tomorrow. He'd teach them both that they belonged to him. They were allowed to breathe because he allowed it, and them leaving had caused him to scramble to make viable excuses for their absences and he didn't like that at all.

He grinned maliciously at the thought of his palms coming to squeeze around Frannie's neck. Oh, he was going to enjoy this indeed. There was a crash of lightning outside and he couldn't help but think that the weather mirrored his mood.

Hearing a series of squeaky floorboards that had his nerves sitting on edge he pocketed the small handgun he kept in the top drawer of his desk and rose from his leather-bound chair. He began to leave his study to investigate when the door suddenly swung inwards knocking him back in surprise.

"Edward Delaney."

"Who? What? I'll have you arrested!" He righted himself and glared at the small woman standing in front of him.

"Oh, I'm sure you'd try to." The woman smiled which only served to anger him further.

His thin face turned a purpling red and his eyes hardened. Who did this woman think she was? No one, especially no woman spoke to him in such a glib manner.

"I bet you wanna hit her, I mean come on she's got a fuckin' smart mouth," He glanced behind himself only to find another slightly taller brunette smirking, knees crossed on his desk, "dare you to try, tough guy."

"Where the fuck did you come from? Get out of my house, you stupid whores!" He yelled spittle flying from his mouth.

"Whores? Is that the kind of language an upstanding family man such as yourself should use? I mean what if you're impressionable daughter heard?" The woman on the desk chuckled and Delaney completely turned and stalked over to his desk palm raised.

"If you touch her I hope you're prepared to lose that hand." The first woman spoke menacingly enough for her small stature.

Delaney growled and took another step. In front of him a crack of lightning briefly illuminated the window and he could feel the temperature of the room rise.

"I'd listen to her if I were you, she's awfully protective of her girlfriend." A third more buoyant voice whisper close to his right ear, but when he turned no one was there.

"What kind of game are you bitches playing at, huh?" He sneered turning in a circle.

"Ain't gonna be too many more bitches and whores from you tonight, Mr. Delaney." The taller brunette eased from the desk and crowded into his personal space.

"I'm not afraid of you." He scoffed.

"You should be." He was pushed to the ground by some unseen force and when he refocused his eyes it was to peer into angry hazel eyes. For a moment he thought it was his daughter, but upon blinking he realized he was staring into the eyes of a stranger.

"You've been living your life in complete disharmony, Eddie." A background voice piped up.

"The first time you ever laid one of your filthy hands on your wife you should have known that retribution was imminent." The woman hovering over him spoke.

"Fran? Whatever that bitch told you is a lie, I adore my family I'd never do anything to hurt them..." He grunted as the toe of a boot connected with his side.

"Toldja there wasn't gonna be too many more bitches and whores coming from you, Eddie boy."

"Yeah, I'd be careful of the next few words out of your mouth, she seems to be very attached to the preservation of your wife's character." The first voice spoke and he felt a ball of rage building in his chest from embarrassment.

"What business is it of yours what I do or say or anything to MY property!"

"Property? She's a human, neither her nor Lucy belong to you or anybody else. Forget about them."

"What?"

The woman hovering above him placed a boot over his groin and leaned down towards him causing excruciating pain to shoot up from his center.

"Listen closely because I hate repeating myself..."

"She really does..."

"...Forget about your wife. As far as you're concerned you've never been married. You've never had any kids. They don't exist. You won't try to find them anymore. For the rest of your life you pledge to be a confirmed childless bachelor. If you even see a woman who looks remotely like you're EX-wife you're going to run in the opposite direction, do you understand?" She pressed down with each sentence.

"You can't make outrageous demands of me, do you know who I am?"

"A meanie!" The third voice interjected.

"You should be worried about who we are." The hazel-eyed woman sneered a gleaming sword appearing in her right hand.

"Who are you?" He gulped trying to school his expression.

"The angel of death," He sputtered as the visage of the woman above him seemed to melt away and in her wake stood a being with fiery wings and a shimmering halo, "if you test my patience, little man."

It lifted the sword and pressed the tip to his throat. He closed his eyes in anticipation of the blow. He felt himself lose control of his bladder as trickles of blood pooled in the dip in his neck.

"Now, do we understand each other clearly?" The being spoke and Delaney found that he was unable to do more than nod in reply.

"Good. Clean yourself up, you disgust me." He reopened his eyes only to be faced with the hazel-eyed woman from before, but the blood on his neck and the wetness of his trousers were proof that he hadn't been imagining anything.

"Let's go." The woman, apparently the leader spoke stepping over him.

He reached into his pocket determined to be the victor in this encounter and felt the cold metal of the handgun he'd stashed there. Pulling it discreetly out he shakily aimed at the retreating form.

"Fuck you, you silly bitch, you think you can make demands on my life?" The hammer cocked back as he put minute pressure on the trigger.

"No!" The third voice yelled, but before he could fully compress the trigger he felt the cool metal heat up searing into his flesh and basically rendering his hand useless and charred. He screamed in agonizing pain, his other hand coming around to try and pry the melting piece of metal from his palm. He was surprised that only the parts that were touching his hand were melting the rest of the gun was cool to the touch.

"It is no longer your choice to follow her demands." He felt a finger press to the middle of his forehead, nail digging slightly into the flesh there. Then there was nothing but all-consuming blackness.

Hope that was up to snuff...

Ink