When I Grow Up
Chapter: When I Grow Up
Story: Supergirl: I Am Here To Save The World
Series: Converting to Metric
Disclaimer: All things Angel belong to Joss Whedon. All things Hannah Montana belong to Disney. I think.
In Canon: AU-Angelverse.
Characters/Pairings: Cordelia, Gunn, Wesley, Hannah Montana/Miley Stewart, some demon with a horn.
She should have been home with Angel and Connor. She should have been tucking Connor in and telling him a story and making sure his bag was ready for school the next day.
She grimaced. Of course, the Powers could never let anything be easy.
Visions, horror, grotesque mutilations of the human body. She toed the body, watching as a rivulet of blood escaped and wormed its way along the sand. "I think I found our hopeless," she called out to Wesley.
She grimaced as he limped over. "Well, that's...young. Doesn't she look familiar?"
Cordelia nodded. "You know, she does. She's, what, fifteen? Ish?"
Gunn gathered with them, holding up a blonde wig. "I think she lost her hairdo."
"What fifteen-year-old wears a wig?" asked Wesley.
Cordelia shrugged, reaching down to fit the hairpiece on the girl's head.
As she stood, she watched in terror as something
ran Gunn through with a horn. She grasped the axe Gunn had been pulling out, swinging around and embedding it in the arm of another demon.
She took a few steps back from it, grabbing the broadsword from the scabbard on her back and lopping off the things head with a clean swing of the sword.
"We need to get Gunn to a hospital," she continued urgently as Wesley stood over the corpse of the other demon.
As they left, she spared a last glance at the body. She would need to call Lindsey to dispose of the demon carcasses. They would probably handle Hannah Montana's body while they were at it; less work for her.