Note: Don't worry my wonderful readers and especially reviewers. All the details I've changed and added are in the story. Must be patient. It wouldn't be fun if I just told you everything to start with, would it?
Legolas wasn't exactly sure what was happening for a moment. One
minute, he was dying it seemed. The next, he was looking up at large
blue eyes and dark brown hair. He felt her hand on his neck where it
hurt, and then she left, and he was left in fuzziness again,
although he could still hear voices.
Aragorn stared at the small girl who had appeared seemingly
out of nowhere. She had taken out the last of the creatures from
behind, piercing their hearts with a wooden stake as her weapon. He
couldn't help but think of Arwen when he saw her, but took it as
momentary foolishness. Anything would have reminded him of his wife
at the point, let alone a young girl with long dark hair and large
"Is he all right?" he heard the man who had aided them say
to the girl. They seemed to know each other.
"He's lost blood, but I think… he'll be all right," she
said, pausing when she saw his ears. "He didn't lose as much as he
could have. It must have just been a fledgling." She took to tearing
off a strip of her shirt to tie around the bite on the… pointy…
eared…guy's neck. The man then turned to him and Gandalf, who were
both trying to catch their breath. He seemed to look over their
attire that was much different from his and the girl's.
“What are you doing here?” Angel demanded. She looked offended.
“I just remember there was still a gang of vampires and thought you could use some help,” she said, a discreet pout forming about her lips.
He didn’t have time to retort as she turned to the trio they had saved.
"I take it you just came from that pesky little portal that
just opened, huh?" she said. Aragorn frowned slightly for a moment at
the man's rather unusual description of inter-dimensional doors.
"Yes," he said, walking over to check on his friend, who
seemed to be shaking the confusion next to the nameless girl. "You
are familiar with those creatures?" he asked either one who was
willing to answer him. He watched as a sly smile slid over the
"Yeah, you could say that. Welcome to L.A."
"That is the name of this land?" Gandalf inquired.
"Yeah. Well, of this city," she informed them. "Short for
Los Angeles. My name's Dawn. This is Angel," she said, pointing
accordingly with her stake, " and we fight vampires, which are those
irritating, blood-sucking fiends that almost drain your friend dry
here," she said, indicating to the blonde somewhat behind her. The
elf started a bit at his near demise being talked in such a blasé
"Blood-sucking fiend is a bit much," Angel said, mildly
"He's a vampire, by the way, but he doesn't eat people,
don't worry. So what's up?" she continued to the confused group. "Did you come here on
purpose, or were you banished here by some formidable opponent with
a sick sense of humor? Were you not appreciating life like you
should and sent here to see how much worse it could be? Do you know
the true meaning of Christmas? It's not all about money, you know.
Any near death experiences? That does the trick sometimes too.
Especially when the Ass-clowns That Be get involved, not that I'm
bitter for anything they may or may not have done." The three stared
the girl named Dawn blankly as she continued to list the possible
reasons they could be there, but not quite understanding any of them.
"What she means, is," Angel volunteered, "why are you here?"
Aragorn looked at his companions quickly before looking back at
Angel, not sure whether or not to ask his for his aid in this world,
although they had save their lives. "Look," the vampire said with a
short laugh, sensing their indecision, "I understand if you don't
want to tell us, your business is your business, but that's what we
do," he said. "We help people. This world or not."
"Yeah, as long as you don't try to end our world or
anything," Dawn decided to add. "Or sacrifice any virgins… or
anyone, for that matter. Or if you-"
"Dawn," Angel interrupted, "I think they get the point."
"Um-" Aragorn started dumbly after a few moments, looking
back and forth to the two strangers. "We did come here purposely,"
he said. He was certain the girl had asked that somewhere in her
talking. "I am looking for someone here."
"Can you narrow that down?" Dawn said, pulling out her small
notepad she usually used to take notes for clients. "Long lost
relative? Kidnapping? Unpaid debt?" She looked up at them
expectantly. They all looked at each other still not sure whether or
not to tell of his missing child. Dawn rolled her eyes.
"Look, people, it's a business. Not that we're charging you
or anything, we usually don't charge out-of-dimension-ers. You
obviously don't know where you even are, let alone where to look for
this missing guy. If he's kidnapped, you're so not even prepared to
"Dawn, please," Angel finally said, seeing that seemingly
non-existent morale of these three guys was getting worse and worse
at listening to his youngest “employee”. "Look, we can leave you
alone if you want to look on your own…"
"No," Gandalf said quickly, not wanting to deter potential
aid. As amazingly blunt as she was, the girl was correct in saying
that they didn't know the first thing about where they were. "We
would most appreciate any help you could give us." The wizard caught
the look of Aragorn. The king withdrew his hesitation when Gandalf
returned his gaze with confidence. He was right. They had to gain
allies in this world and fast if they had any luck of getting Arien
back. These… people, strange as they were –well, the girl, anyway –
could prove a great deal of help if they knew as much about portals
as they seemed to.
"Very well," he said.
"So, let me get this straight," Dawn said, twisting her hair
as she checked over her notes. "Weird guys in brown robes take off
with your daughter, age 9 mos., and disappear into the night. You
find their hideaway in your kingdom, cause apparently you're a king,
and you find out in their plans that they left for this world. That
brings you here." They all nodded in confirmation. The AI team had
decided it would be best for them to stay at the hotel until they
figured out how to get his daughter and get them back to their
world, considering the trouble that could occur with them out their
on their own. The entire AI crew watched as Dawn questioned the
three, as was her designated job and specialty. "So you're the dad,"
she said, pointing to Aragorn with her pencil.
"And you're the friendly neighborhood wizard-dash-council
guy." Gandalf frowned slightly at yet another verbal barrier between
him and the young woman.
"Yes," he confirmed anyway. The pencil went to Legolas, who
stood firmly next to Aragorn and Gandalf who were sitting down on
the lobby circular couch.
"And, uh… what do you do. Moral support?"
"I shall slay the kidnappers of the Princess Arien, if need
be," he replied as firmly as he stood. Dawn's eyes widened slightly
and uncomfortably at the guy's intensity as she wrote his words
down. Cordelia and Fred both gave each other a look that said these-
"…if need be…" Dawn finished out loud, albeit
quietly. "Okay, well that takes care of the notes. In all honesty,"
she said a-matter-of-factly, "it's completely possible she's not
even in L.A. or even California. Or even in this country for that
matter. And even if she just so happen to be in here, L.A. has
"Dawn," Wesley interrupted, at seeing the newcomers' faces
dim once again as she told them the worst-case-scenario. It was good
that she expected the worst in every situation, but there was a time
and place for anything. She did usually gather the information from
clients. She was good at it, although tended to think out loud,
especially when think of those worst-case-scenarios she loved so
much. Dawn looked at the ex-Watcher and realized exactly what she
"But…" she attempted, but stopped short. "Well," she said, a
bit more confidently, "if these guys were one-with-the-creature-ness
like you said, they were probably demons. And, well, the only places
where demons tend to congregate in this particular world are here and
Sunnydale, which is only few hours away. So your chances that she's
either here or there are really high."
"You really think so?" Aragorn said, a spark of hope in his
"Sure," Dawn insisted, throwing her hand in front of her as
if to say ‘no problem'. "I mean, if they went all the way to your
world to get her, they need her specifically for something. Is there
kind of power she may have? Like, something she might have been born
with?" Aragorn thought to himself.
"My wife's father," he began after a moment of
thought, "Arien's grandfather, has the gift of foresight. He saw
that she was blessed by the Valar. She had a gift of some kind and
he believed that is why she was taken, but, we did not know exactly
what it was."
"See there?" she said helpfully, a cheerful smile on her
face. "In all likelihood, they won't just kill her or anything."
Aragorn's face fell, although Dawn seemed not to notice. If
anything, this was an upside. "Well, not until a certain time, and
this kind of thing usually involves some big ritual that's bound to
be traced." It was only then she saw the horror on is face. "Don't
worry, we're bound to get word of it way before it happens. We see
this kind of thing all the time."
"If she is to be killed-" he said panicked, raising up
quickly. Wesley stopped him before he got any more worked up.
"Calm down," he said, putting a hand on his
shoulder. "Relax. That's just a theory. A very… morbid, far-fetched
theory. If they really needed to cross dimensions to get her, it's
doubtful they would just be wanting to kill her." Aragorn seemed
calm a slight bit at this.
"How can you be so sure of this?"
"We can't be sure of anything, honestly. We can only go on
experience. We've had a lot of kidnappings, like Dawn said." Aragorn
reluctantly looked back toward the girl, afraid to hear anything
else she could say. She nodded in confirmation enthusiastically.
"I myself have been kidnapped… at least seven times."
Aragorn's and Gandalf's eyes met, not sure what to say in face of
her obvious familiarity with abduction. "They really, really only
wanted to kill me once. Two times they wanted to make me a vampire,
but that's not really killing, right? And, well, he was one of
them," she said, pointing at Angel, who smiled nervously when they
looked at him, "so, maybe, that like, cancels out, since he's good
now. So, 1 out of seven they want to use her blood to destroy the
world, 2 out of 7 the want to make her an immortal demon, 1 out of 7
they want to make her their demon-child-bride, 2 out of 7 she's
being used as bait, and I'm not really sure about the other 1/7, I
was too young to remember," she finished, scratching her head.
"They could want to raise her to come back and kill you
’cause they don't like you and it'd make their day to see you die by
the hand of your own kid," Connor volunteered from his corner.
Needless to say, it was not a brighter thought the king wanted to
entertain as he looked toward the young man. He pursed his lips as
he nodded noncommittally. "Happened to me. But hey, look at how good
I turned out," he said, putting his arm around his father with a
smile. Angel smiled helpfully as well. Aragorn fought to tear his
eyes away from the boy, raking his hand through his hair, almost
pulling it out by the root.
"Well, okay," Fred said, walking over to Aragorn and
Gandalf, "Now that you've officially scared the hell out of them,
let's just send them off to bed to sleep on it, shall we?"
"What?" Aragorn said, not really taking in anything that was
being said as thoughts of his daughter becoming a demon or being
raised to kill him danced in his head.
"Listen, you've all had a rough day, and we can't do
anything tonight. Just go upstairs and try to get some rest, and
we'll figure something out tomorrow."
"But," he went to interject.
"Trust me," she cut off, leading them to the stairs with her
small arms, "I know all about portals, it can take it right out of
you. You'll feel a lot better tomorrow, and we can search for Erin
then." Being more or less sent to bed was not something Aragorn was
used to, let alone by a complete stranger who was a good head
shorter than he was.
"Aragorn, she is right," Gandalf said. "We can begin our
search tomorrow. The hour is late and we could do nothing tonight as
"Connor?" Angel asked. "Can you get them a few empty rooms,
please?" Connor nodded as he headed up the stairs.
"Come on," he said when he saw they were not following.
Gandalf then turned and followed the boy without much question,
knowing they needed time to recover their wits from everything they
had taken in. Aragorn followed more slowly, looking back and forth
from where he was going to the group left in the hall, and Legolas
did not take his eyes of any of the strangers as he followed his
companions. They walked down a hall with several doors on both
"Most all the rooms have beds in them. Had the whole place
filled up last year. Just though you might like some that are
connected," he said, checking several doors.
"Connor, was it?" Gandalf asked.
"Yup, that's me," he replied.
"Tell me, you do this sort of thing for a living?"
"Yeah, pretty, much," he said, looking back at them with a
smile while continuing to check the rooms. "My dad used to just
fight evil, but, you have to pay the bills so, yeah he turned it
into a business. If it's life threatening, usually we don't charge
anything. Or if you're from not even from this dimension, we don't
worry about it either."
"And how is it that a vampire, as you call them, came to
fight his own kind?" Connor sighed.
"A long, complicated story, as is the one about how one had
a kid," he pointed to himself, "considering vampires can't have
kids. To tell you the truth, I'm not that good at telling it. If you
want the detailed, historical, bookish version, you might want to
talk to Wesley. If you want the dramatic, glorified, exciting
version, talk to Dawn. Here, here's three, clean and beds and
everything," he said, walking into one of them. "Even has T.V. in
this middle one. Not that you’d know what that was,” he finished to himself. “These doors open up to the other rooms, so if you
want to keep a clear circuit open to talk or something," he said,
opening up the doors as he talked. "So T.V., bathrooms," he said,
opening up the bathroom door and turning on the light, "you should
be set." Aragorn walked into the bathroom, inspecting the various
foreign looking objects. Connor suddenly got an understanding look
on his face. "Right, no technology. Medieval
dimension, right?" No response. "Don't worry, strange at first, but
you get used to it quick. Probably wondering what the high-speed
metal things outside were, right? I thought they were demons at
first, myself. Don't worry, you learn to love them. This is sink.
Running water is a blessing, trust me. Toilet, if you have to take a
piss or anything else, you do it in that and don't forget to flush,"
he said, demonstrating. The three were a bit surprised at his choice
of words, but got the message. "If you start to smell, might want to
consider the shower," he said, turning it on and off. "Easier way to
bathe. I’ll make sure to get you some soap. Any questions?" After a few moments of silence, Gandalf
observed his friends.
"No, thank you, young man, you have been most helpful."
Connor nodded, and left them alone.
"If you’re hungry, there's stuff in the kitchen, just let us
know," he called before he walked out. “Better yet, just get it yourself. We’re not that great of hosts. It’s more of a fend-for-yourself place.” The three stood together in
the room they were left in, a bit puzzled.
"There is something wrong with these people," Aragorn said.
"Indeed, there may be," Gandalf replied, amused if anything.
"Why did you want to come here? Why do you trust them?"
"We hardly have any choice, I'm afraid," the wizard
replied. "We know nothing about this world and it would have been
foolish to turn them away when they offered their help."
"Why would they so eagerly aid people who just fall from
other worlds?" he questioned.
"You heard the young ones," Gandalf replied. "It's a
business of some sort. Sometimes just something they do. Some people
do still enjoy helping others, believe it or not."
"You do not think they will try to kill us in our sleep?" he
questioned, although not really seriously as he removed his sword
from his hip, as well as his cloak and the vest bearing the emblem of the White Tree of Gondor.
"As… strange as they act, I do not sense any ill will they
mean us. Legolas?" The elf who had remained quiet concurred.
"I sense no true evil from any of them. Except from their
leader, but he admits he is one of those creatures that attacked us.
Perhaps it is something he cannot help."
"Ah, you see?" Gandalf said satisfied. The wizard sighed at the obvious concern on the
king's face as he sat down on the bed. "Aragorn," he said, sitting
down beside him. "I know it is hard. These past months have been
terrible for both you and Arwen. But you must have faith that we
stand a chance of finding her, or we are already doomed for
failure." Aragorn nodded, exhaustion clearly on his face. "Rest
tonight, you have not rested in three months. Tomorrow, we will
start fresh with the aid of the people of this world who have
offered to help us."
"Yes, need I forget," he said, "according to the girl, I
could be having a demon for a daughter by the time I find her."
"She is young and speaks far too plainly still. I do not
think she meant you any harm."
"I am not saying she did, but what if she is right? What if
one of those awful things happens to Arien?" Gandalf tried to smile
"Then I guess we shall have a demon-princess for Gondor," he
said, not liking Aragorn’s constant negativity.
"Go on to bed, Legolas, find what rest you can. Nothing of
any circumstance shall happen tonight," the wizard said, walking
into the next room. Legolas looked to Aragorn, who nodded in
agreement. The elf, not really sure what to do with himself, simply
walked into the room on the other side, leaving Aragorn to his