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Summary: One wish can make a big difference. What will happen when Connor grows up in a 'verse with a few less fangs and a lot more fwoosh?

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Lost, Found, and Fwooshed

Of Wishes and Warlocks

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from either Angel or Looking For Group. List of Richard’s titles can be found in the comic.

Summary: One wish can make a big difference. What will happen when Connor grows up in a 'verse with a few less fangs and a lot more fwoosh?

Author’s Note: This is my first fanfic so be gentle. Reviews would also be nice.

*************Lost, Found, and Fwooshed*************

All Holtz wanted was a family. Was that really too much to ask? Well, that and his vengeance on that cursed Angelus, but who was counting? And now, for any chance at either he had to go into a hell dimension. Sure, vengeance had its price, but hell? Still, Holtz was willing to make that sacrifice.

Holding Connor close, Holtz ran for the portal. However, right before he jumped in he made a wish.

“I wish this portal went somewhere else,” he said. With the roar of the portal in his ears he didn’t hear the reply.

“Wish granted.”


Richard was having a fun vacation. In the last day he had slaughtered not one but two villages. In the second he had even found an orphanage, which significantly added to the fun. Yes, he was having a fun vacation indeed.

Now he was on his way back to the group. They were waiting for him, and Cale was sure to be upset if he was late. Not that Richard cared of course. In fact, the warlock considered extending his vacation a week or two more, just to see the look on the elf’s face when he got back.

Suddenly a loud ripping sound interrupted Richard’s chain of thought. A portal appeared in front of him and out of it came a man in strange clothing, holding a bundle to his chest. Annoyed by the interruption, the warlock fwooshed the man’s head without a second thought. As the screams died down Richard turned to go, only to be stopped by a new sound. The sound of a baby crying.

Curious as he was, Richard hesitated. There was a vague sense of danger coming from the bundle, as if it contained something possible of harming him, which was ridiculous of course. Nigh invulnerability was one of the many advantages of being an undead warlock. Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that came from the child.

Shaking himself, the warlock began to walk towards the bundle. He was Richard, Chief Warlock of the Brothers of Darkness, Lord of the Thirteen Hells, Master of the Bones, Emperor of the Black, Lord of the Undead, Lord of the Dance, and Mistress of Magma*! He was not going to be scared off by a mere child!

Reaching the bundle he scooped it up and inspected the creature that had instilled in him such dread. It was, as he had suspected, a perfectly ordinary baby, a few months in age. The baby stopped its crying and snuggled against the warlock’s robes, as if it found his presence comforting. It obviously wasn’t very smart.

Holding the baby in his arms, Richard started again towards the camp. Normally he didn't particularly like children, except as kabobs of course, but there was something intriguing about this one. There seemed to be some sort of power coming from it, along with a vague sense of danger. And it wasn't afraid of him. That didn't happen often, someone not fearing him. Even the others, his so called "friends", were a little frightened of him. It was only natural, he could probably kill them all if he felt like it.

As he entered the makeshift camp the others turned to look at him. Pella, Benny, Cale, Krunch, and even Sooba all looked on in confusion as they saw Richard holding an apparently uneaten and alive baby. He walked up to the stunned elf and said, "Cale, I have something very important to tell you."

"What is it?" he replied.

"Cale, you're a mother."


*Don't ask
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