Disclaimer: I own only Jena, Myka and other original characters to come in this story but the rest is Joss'.
Spoiler: None that I know of right now.
Rating- PG-13
Part Five
Feyrin poked his head around the corner in the kitchen waving and smiling to everyone. Then, noticing the people in the room he frowned. "Where's Danielle?" He walked in and put his hands in his slacks' pockets.
"Oh, she's outside with the kids. Here," Buffy held a wooden spoonful of what looked like a garlic toping, "taste this." She held her other hand underneath the spoon and his chin so as to catch drops of the sauce.
Feyrin did as was asked and licked his lips to catch the excess. Nodding his head in satisfaction he looked over the pot that was in front of her. "Good. What is it?" He took another spoon off of the drainboard and started to spoon around in the pot for another fill.
"Oh, no you don't!" Buffy grabbed the spoon and started to swat at him with the kitchen towel she had in her head. "Out with you!" He laughed and tried to protect himself from anymore "damage" by holding up his hands. Finally, once he stepped out of the kitchen, she stopped and turned back to join the others and continued doing her share. Angel was giggling at the little show. Feyrin had become more of a brother to all of them rather than a friend. Although, that's not what they would admit to. Same with Danielle. She was a joy to have around. When Buffy had finally agreed to get a baby-sitter for Jena, when she was a few months old, Buffy was nervous enough about the possibility of hiring a dangerous person without knowing it and having to keep The Scoobies a secret from them.
Finding Danielle was not just a blessing for the two, but for all of them. She understood the odd and supernatural. She didn't fear it to the point where she flipped out whenever she saw something "weird" happen. Although an occasional scream does erupt from her when she is startled. Or if something is just plan gross looking. She was human in every way, just as Xander Harris. He had no connections to the mystical, as did Danielle. Except for her boyfriend being a Changeling.
Feyrin, although he looked it, was not human. He was a Changeling. One who was of faerie heritage but was under the "protection" of humans. He took on the disguise as a human child in order to live. To fulfill his destiny. But no one could tell him what exactly that destiny was, only that he was meant to be with the avengers of the darkness; Buffy, Angel, Giles, Willow, Xander, Oz, Anya and Jena. Even though Jena was the youngest and thought to be useless, at her age, in the group she was the most valuable. She could see things that no one else could. She had a destiny as well. To become a fighter with her parents was something that was taken harshly by, mostly, Buffy. She thought that she couldn't bare to stand and watch her daughter take on the same job that she had. To live each day knowing that there was no way out. The word destiny bellowed down to "destined" which meant the inevitable of not being able to defy it. She was shocked to learn that he child would have to literally face the darkness and pain that evil created, but the ultimate shocker was to hear that Jena did not have special physical powers. It was her Third Eye that gave her the aching to fight. Having the same urges as Buffy when it came to "getting in a nightly kill." When thinking about this Buffy would always shed a tear, but would try to suck it up immediately so to not frighten or worry Angel or Jena.
Feyrin, like Jena, was still waiting to find his true destiny's wishes. But Feyrin knew that it was coming, Jena, thankfully, was kept in the dark about it. Angel and Buffy felt that her age in years and emotions was just not ready. First they would have to get her to tell them her fears on her own. Without help. Until then, they could only keep her in the dark about what was to come of her life in the future.
He made his way outside and found his girlfriend, Danielle, pushing two toddlers, Felicia and Jake, on the swings. Since Andrew was the second oldest of the young group Jena and he could play. But the things they played was outrageously funny. To the parents at least. Andrew would be the one getting saved by Jena. She would triumph over evil and stomp playfully and softly on Feyrin's back sometimes in order to "prove" her power. Andrew didn't mind. He knew that he could play with the boys and be the one who would save the damsel in distress when she and the other girls played as well, but when it was just the two of them he wanted to keep her happy. He knew that she was alone when it came to a lot of friends because she couldn't relate to a whole lot of people. Her attitude towards things were far too enlightened for other students in the class. Except for Myka, Andreena, Jena's friend from day one, and Andrew. Andrew missed going to the same school as she. They had gone to the same preschool two years before but he was now in kindergarten and she was now in the first grade. Their playgrounds were not on the same sides of the school campus. When they did go to the same school, he was with her from the minute that Angel picked him up from his house in the morning til the minute her dropped him off at the end of the day. They were close enough to be brother and sister. No chemistry what so ever when it came to young romance. Neither of them felt that way and it was obvious. They continued to have their little hotties of the month fetishes. Even at their young age Jena and Andrew had periodical crushes on teachers and students. This month, for Jena, it was Myka.
Feyrin caught Danielle's eye and smiled at her. She waved him over and stepped away from the swing set. "I'll be right back you guys!" She let them know after giving them a hard push to keep each of them going while she took a break. "Hey." She met him on the right side of the swings and hugged him tightly. They hadn't seen each other for two days now. He was gone the whole time. Out of town on "business." Danielle felt so comfortable and free while standing in his arms. She was happy to have him finally back.
"Hey." He whispered as he rested his forehead on her shoulder and began to nuzzle her neck, pressing soft petally kisses on the soft skin beneath her ear. "How are you?" Again, he whispered.
"Mm...Good. You?" She pulled back to look at him, remaining in the circle of his arms.
He didn't respond immediately, apparently thinking to himself. Contemplating on what to say. Debating with himself on the consequences. She began to look at him with concern, silently prying, begging for him to tell her what was on his mind. "What is it?" She rested her hands on his chest and held them there, letting him know that she was there and that she could be trusted.
"We need to talk. All of us."
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