fandomhigh | Fandom Invasions Class #7 (Thursday period 3)

When the students filed into the Danger Shop they found two young girls standing with John in the usual lecture spot.

"Hi," the older one said, bouncing a little on her toes. "I'm Susannah Lynn and this is my half-sister Grace. Dad asked us to help him with this class since it's all about us.

"See, there was this big swirling thing, a..... vortex?" She looked up at John for confirmation of the word, grinning when he nodded and then continuing. "And a bunch of us kids got pulled through it and came to Fandom and got to meet our parents before they were our parents. It was really freaky and a little scary, but it was also a lot of fun." She giggled. "Seeing everybody's face when they realised we were their kids was really really funny.

"It was so much fun, that Dad decided that you should get a chance to play too! Isn't that great?" She turned and looked up at John again. "This is where you take over, right?"

John smiled and nodded. "It is. Thanks, Susannah." He addressed the class. "Fandom is always throwing the unexpected at you. And sometimes that isn't a hostile invasion. Sometimes it's the next generation. The object this class isn't to fight the invaders, but look after them. Keep them amused, fed, make sure they go to bed on time... you know. Be parents. And then make sure they get back to where they're supposed to be."

Grace pulled on John's pantleg. "Daddy? I wanna colour!"

John picked her up and smiled wryly at the class. "Sometimes it's easier to just beat something up."

[ooc: ~~wait for~~ ocd is up! Have at it.]

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"No gremlin is going to bite my daughter," Wyatt said firmly. "I'll blow up any one that gets near you." He checked the freeze and found the desired chocolate ice cream and began to scoop some out into a bowl.

"Daddy..." she said with a tiny bit of a whine. "Why can't I do that myself? I hafta learn to defend myself don't I?"

"Of course you do," Wyatt said. "I bet your Mom doesn't want you practicing, right?" Because he knew he'd want her to learn her powers early, which he'd been denied due to his mother's spell. "But we can keep it a secret, just between us."

"Mommy says I just have to be careful no one sees me," Victoria told him. "She says Uncle Max got into lots of trouble one time when he saved Aunt Liz and people found out he had powers. He almost got turned into a lab rat and Mommy says she wouldn't want that to happen to me. Why would I be a lab rat? I don't have whiskers."

"She's right," Wyatt said, digging through the cupboards for tabasco sauce. "You have to be careful that only people we trust see you use any powers. And don't worry about being a lab rat, that's never gonna happen." Over his dead body, he meant.

"Because you and Mommy protect me," she nodded. It was a basic truth in her life. Mommmy and Daddy kept her safe. "Is there hot fudge to?"

"Right, we won't let anything bad happen to you," Wyatt said. He found the hot sauce and set the bottle down beside the ice cream. "You want to pour it, or me?"

"I'll do it!" Victoria said eagerly, glad he was treating her like the big girl she was.

Wyatt reached down to pick her up, then sat her on the edge of the counter with the ice cream, hot sauce, and hot fudge. "Here you go," he said. "Help yourself."

Victoria held the hot fudge jar in her hand and concentrated carefully until it was nice and warm before pouring it over her ice cream. And some of the counter.

"Oops?"

Wyatt stuck his finger in the hot fudge and wiped it on Victoria's nose. "Nice trick," he said, grinning. "What else can you do?"

That gob of hot fudge didn't move on it's own. Not that Victoria actually touched it with her hand.

"I bet you totally cheat when it comes to cleaning your room," Wyatt said.

"It's not cheating. It's practice," she told him. "You want me to practice so I get good at using my powers because then I can help you vanquish demons. Except Uncle Bel and Uncle Angel cause they're good guys."

"Uncle Bel's still around, huh?" Wyatt said with a silent groan. Great. Okay, so he made Phoebe happy, but still . . . demon.

"Uh huh," Victoria smiled, dousing her dish of ice cream with the hot sauce. "He likes to pretend he's all growly. But he's really nice."

She looked up at him thoughtfully. "Why does Mommy always tell you to be nice when he comes over."

"Because he's a demon, even if he's in the family," Wyatt grumbled. "Wait, if you know Uncle Bel and Uncle Angel, we must go between dimensions a lot. How many Grandma Pipers do you have?"

"Two," she said, taking a big scoop of ice cream. "They're lots of fun."

That seemed to indicate that his real mother was true to her word about wanting to be part of his and Chris's life now. "Bet they spoil you rotten," he said, tousling her hair.

Victoria shook her head and pulled away. "You'll give me tangles! And grammies don't spoil. They just give lots of love."

"That's what they like to call it," Wyatt chuckled. "So it sounds like you've got plenty of love in your life, that's good."

"Uh huh," she nodded. "You always say you're lucky cause you've got to pretty girls to love."

"You and Mommy," Wyatt agreed. He eyed Victoria. "Or are there more of you?"

"Just me. But I want a little brother. Do you think you and mommy can get me a little brother?" Victoria asked. "I promise I'll help take care of him."

"I'll talk to her about it," Wyatt promised. "What if you get a little sister instead?"

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