Unexpected Miracles

A.N. I should stop chat-playing my crazy ideas....






Ewan didn't feel very well.

His body ached - and not in the good way - and he just couldn't keep food down despite feeling hungry all the time.

Returning to the lounge after spending an hour in the bathroom, Ewan slumped down onto the sofa, ignoring the protests from Cassiel as he pushed the angel off the sofa, forcing him to move to the chair. It was rare to see Cassiel alone, but it did happen from time to time. He was a little easier to handle than Ambriel; even more so when he was alone.

"I feel like shit..." Ewan groaned, lying back on the sofa, snuggling into the cushions. "I really hope Sam doesn't catch this stomach bug."

"I highly doubt Sam would be able to catch what you have," the angel replied with a smirk on his lips.

Ewan glared at Cassiel. "And what's that supposed to mean?" he snapped. He wasn't in the mood for any sarcastic comments from an angel.

Cassiel looked from the television set to the twenty year old human. "Do you remember the conversation we had the other week?"

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Ewan relaxed back against the arm of the sofa, slipping his eyes closed as he tried to remember what he'd talked about with Cassiel. "I was talking about Jung and my baby boy...girl...thing."

"You said you wished you could understand just what he was dealing with by having your baby."

Ewan snorted. "It sure doesn't feel like mine. Tayler is getting all the good stuff. I guess its to be expected though...Not many guys would try and help out the one-night stand they'd knocked up." Opening his eyes, he looked at the angel once more. "But I don't see what that has anything to do with how I feel right now."

Cassiel's smile slowly slid into something more like a wicked grin. "I gave you a way to see things from Jung's point of view."

"Heh, of course you did," Ewan retorted. But he then took a few moments to actually think about what Cassiel was implying. As realization dawned on him, he leapt up from the sofa and flew over at the angel. "WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!?"

Even confronted by a wild and enraged human didn't affect Cassiel's cool composure. This was the angel that didn't really get involved in anything, and he'd gone and meddled with Ewan's internal organs. "Given you a chance to experience what Jung has," the angel replied matter-of-factly.

"So I'm..."

"Yep."

"Fuck."

These angels were creating all sorta of chaos. First there was their very presence, then there was the fact they seemed insistent on taking Sam out to bars and getting him smashed. Ewan didn't mind, it felt nice that Sam had a social life. Ewan still went out and partied with friends he'd made in France, and so he didn't feel that Sam should be left out of the social world just because they had some different friends. There was also the fact that one of them had returned to heaven, leaving her host behind. Ewan didn't know much about it, but now Winston was no longer a plant. He was a woman.
And now both Winston and Ewan were in possession of a womb.
Only Winston's was most likely still empty.

Moving away from threatening to punch the angel in the face, Ewan began pacing the room, dragging his fingers over his head. "How am I supposed to explain this to Sam? What am I going to do with it?" He turned back to Cassiel. "And you're one hundred percent certain that this isn't some virus? I'm actually...you know...that way."

"I can fix you back to normal, but it'd mean terminating the baby, and I won't take a human life."

Ewan turned around to face the angel, sighing in defeat. "I can't believe this is happening to me..."

"You should be celebrating the creation of a new life."

"That new life is growing inside a place where life shouldn't grow!"

"It's growing inside a womb, which is where life usually grows."

"I meant it was growing inside a man!"

"Jung's a-"

"He wasn't at the time I got him pregnant!"

"Do you not want a child with Sam?"

Ewan paused his raging at the angel when he asked the question. Jung's baby was just that; Jung's baby. He wouldn't have as much to do with it as a normal father would - Tayler was taking over that role. Sure, there'd be days when Ewan would get to look after the kid on his own, even have them visit and stay with him at the apartment, but it wouldn't grow up with him. He and Sam wouldn't be the constant parents.

And part of him did want something as special as that with Sam.

Letting out a groan of defeat, Ewan fell ungracefully onto the sofa again, hands falling over his face. Just how was he going to explain something like this to Sam?

How were they going to explain this to Sam's mother?

No, wait, she'd probably actually be really happy about the prospect of a grandchild. She was thrilled over Winston's new form. It wouldn't really matter to Ravenna how the baby came to be or where it developed for the first nine months of its life, just that she would want to be a part of its life.

Not to mention the fact that Sam would be a great Dad. He already cared for two angels, countless numbers of plants, Wednesday and her Death-pony child and accepted Ewan despite all the mess and conflict that had occured at the start of their relationship. If there was one thing this kid could be guaranteed it was that it was getting the perfect father figure.

Dropping his hands to let them fall either side of him, Ewan stared up at the ceiling. "Fine. But if I have to wear a maternity dress I'm kicking your ass all the way from here to Heaven, and don't think I won't."

Luna Cry

A.N. I really shouldn't be allowed to write anymore...

Vincent, before he went to St. D's.

Features adult themes. I'm making half this crap up, but it sure does sound good (:




Most fifteen year olds had only trivial matters to worry about. They had school politics, choosing what clothes to wear, finding a date for the prom...Such pitiful things when compared to what one fifteen year old dealth with.

He had been abandoned by his father and his mother cast him out as if he were the devil incarnate. He'd lived on the streets and fallen in with the wrong crowds. The good little Christian schoolboy had been destroyed.

Were it not for the fact he was a monster Vincent doubted he would have survived.

Then again, were it not for the fact he was werewolf Vincent doubted he would have even had to go through such an ordeal.

He simply couldn't see any advantages in being what he was. The only good thing going for him was Kieran...and there was just something about him that set Vincent on edge. No matter how hard he tried to ignore the prickling feeling at the back of his mind, there was just something about Kieran that set his wolf half on edge.

Vincent and the werewolf were two seperate forms of concious thought. Vincent was only just starting to become more aware of what happened when the wolf took over.

Staring up at the ceiling, Vincent thought to voice his thoughts. "Do you think if I'm a werewolf for long enough there won't be a devide, and that I'll know everything that happens when I turn and have complete control over my body?"

There was a rustle of sheets and a devine face moved before his gaze, chocolate brown eyes looking intently down at him. A hand with a touch of ice cupped his cheek and the lips slid into a frown. "I've never met a werewolf that's had that happen I'm afraid," he said. "The pain never gets any easier."

Vincent looked away, tilting his head away from the comforting hand. He had hoped that his body would at least become accustommed to the pain that raged through his body during each full moon, but if Kieran said that the pain never became manageable then it must be true. Kieran had been alive for at least five centuries. If werewolves were as immortal as vampires and five hundred years worth of lycanthropy still had the same affect as just a few years then there was no way Vincent could argue; even if it did feel like it was getting easier to change.

Cold fingers slid under his chin, bringing his face back towards the vampire. "I have managed to acquire something that I think you'll enjoy," he said, smiling. Vincent thought he could see something malicious in that smile, but he chose to ignore it. Kieran was a vampire - he had evil in him just as much as Vincent did. "Only werewolves can feel its magic."

"I don't want it."

"Oh hush, sweetheart," he said, scolding him softly before leaning down to press his lips against Vincent's. "Just because its linked to you being a werewolf doesn't make it bad. In fact I've heard that its very, very good."

As Kieran slid off the large bed, Vincent watched him intently. Humans must have found that body simply irresistable. Everything about Kieran was the perfect trap. He could lure his victims in just by merely being in the same room as them. Even though he was no longer human, even Vincent found himself unable to resist the vampire's charms. It was less of what Kieran looked like though and more of what he offered. He locked Vincent away during the full moon, keeping people safe from his rampages. He gave Vincent a place to live, as well as some odd sort of companionship. Vincent felt that he would never fullfil the qualities required in becoming an Alpha Wolf and so Kieran provided the leadership that he craved without Vincent even knowing how much he wanted it.

After fetching a small wooden box from a drawer, the vampire returned to the bed, sitting beside his naked parter. Opening it, he reveal little three vials of a silver coloured liquid resting in red velvet in the bottom. But it wasn't them that drew Vincent's attention; it was what was set into the top half of the box.

A syringe.

"Kieran...?"

The vampire smiled again, soothing. "Its nothing bad; its only good."

"What is it...?"

"A scientist discovered it around a hundred years ago and the recipie has been constantly perfected since then. It was originally intended to act as a way to destroy a werewolf but instead it had a different reaction." Slender fingers lifted one of the glass vials and held it up to the light. The metallic coloured liquid had a transparent quality to it, and Vincent could pick out tiny crushed leaves settled on the bottom. "Wolfsbane, luna caustic, arnica montana and various other things that I haven't the slightest knowledge about." Placing the bottle back down, Kieran removed the needle and held it up before him. "What I do know though, is affects werewolves in a simply amazing way. I've heard it described that the feeling is much the same euphoria a vampire finds drinking the virgin blood of a human."

Vincent narrowed his eyes, unsure whether he wanted anything to do with this stuff. "But thats bad."

Kieran chuckled as he filled the syringe. "Drinking blood is bad - the components within this liquid are completely natural. You don't have to hurt anyone to enjoy this feeling." He gave a small smile; he seemed saddened by some internal thought. "Unlike myself." He turned to Vincent, fingers of his free hand drifting down Vincent's arm. "I envy you, sweetheart. I cannot experience this without harming a human."

"Its not...bad for me, is it?"

"I would never give you anything that was bad for you, Vincent. I simply wish for you to find something good about being a werewolf."

Chewing nervously on his bottom lip, Vincent pondered over it for a few silent moments before nodding his acceptance. Clenching his fingers into a fist, he closed his eyes and turned his head away from his arm before Kieran sunk the needle point into his skin.

The moment the liquid flowed into his viens it felt like his entire body was being both electrocuted and submereged in icy water at the same time. Falling back against the bed, Vincent stared up at the ceiling once more, only his eyes couldn't focus on it. His mind swam in a murky haze. He thought he could smell wet grass and wild trees. He thought he could smell fur, flesh and blood.

"Vincent?"

"Nnnnnnmmmm...."

"How does it feel?"

Vincent blinked, trying to find words in his head. It was almost like he wasn't supposed to form words. Letting out a soft whimper, it was simply too difficult to speak. No, not difficult; he just didn't want to. Talking was for humans.

Lost within whatever trance-like state the liquid had induced, Vincent couldn't see the way Kieran's smile had fell into an evil smirk. The vampire watched him for a few moments, noting how Vincent's human grey-brown eyes had changed to the beautiful yellow hue of his werewolf form.

- - - -

Vincent sat in his dorm room, a familiar wooden box held in his hands. Beside him sat a different figure. There was no longer a vampire sitting on the bed with him intent on using him for their own gains. Instead there was a human who had listened to Vincent explain just what was in the box; and what it did to werewolves.

"So...its a drug?"

"Its not addictive. It just...heightens the werewolf's senses. I was always stronger the next full moon after having taking this stuff. I never sought it out - but I never told Kieran no." The box had arrived in the post a few days ago and Vincent had done his all to hide it. He couldn't bring himself to get rid of it though. It made him stronger, and stronger was good. He could protect Marshall even more if he was stronger. "But I have no control over the wolf. It blocks me out completely; its exactly like if I was first turned, only with less pain." Could strength be enough if he couldn't keep the werewolf conciousness from attacking the one he was supposed to be protecting.

Silently, Marshall reached over and placed his hand on Vincent's arm. "What's it called?"

"Lunacyrum. With a 'c', like in 'lunacy'."

"And...Kieran sent it to you because...?"

Vincent sighed, shaking his head. "I don't know. Maybe to mock me? Maybe he thinks I'm still weak and will give in and take the stuff, and he'll come back for me. Maybe he thinks that I miss him and want to go back..." He looked over at the one person that actually made him feel like he had worth after all he had been through. Kieran had only empty promises and lies. He never helped Vincent confront the fact he wasn't a monster. Marshall had nothing to gain from being with Vincent - nothing but his company. "I think he sent it to tell me he knows where I am."

"What are you going to do with it?"

Looking from the human to the box in his hands, Vincent sighed heavily. "I could never fully understand how Kieran thought, but whatever he thinks to gain by sending me this stuff isn't going to work." Closing the lid, Vincent placed the wooden box in Marshall's hands. "We'll destroy it together."

Like Family

Until it was discovered that Ewan's power wasn't the same as his twin sister's but more that he mimicked the powers of other gifted when within a certain area Ewan had never experienced life without copying another power. The few times when he was out of range of everyone made him feel a little...empty. He could never properly explain just how it felt when he came in contact with another gifted human, because he really didn't know. His body never felt different' the only sign that there was a gifted person nearby was a slight tingling sensation at the base of his spine. Growing up with that feeling however, meant Ewan didn't always register it.

Sam's power sang in his veins, and Ewan really enjoyed learning all about the magical things Sam could do. It felt like it was a thing they shared and it was something only they could share. Without Sam it was impossible for Ewan to talk to plants or make them grow in amazing ways.

Without Sam around, Ewan couldn't talk to the closest thing Sam had to a brother.

Today was one of those days.

Sam had left sometime that morning, leaving Ewan still wrapped up in the warmth of their bed. Come midday Ewan finally pulled himself out of bed. Rubbing at his sleepy eyes, Ewan wandered down towards the kitchen in a t-shirt and sleep shorts. As he switched on the coffee pot Ewan finally noticed a distinct lack of voices. No angels, no Wednesday...and no plants.

A friend in town had sent Ewan a guzmania plant, claiming that she wanted Sam to take a look at it since she was worried something was wrong with it. After getting it home, Ewan had discovered that the plant was an exceptionally chatty fellow, and the reason he wasn't thriving in the woman's home was that he disliked her brand of perfume and she was always watching soap operas on TV when he wanted to watch the arts channel (to name but a few things the plant had complaints about). Sam promised the plant he'd find him a new home, but until then he was going to have to stay with them.

Ewan suggested leaving the plant in the kitchen with a hand-held TV left on the art channel. But the gusmania was a chatterbox and anytime anyone came near him (that could understand him) he prattled on like mad.

Due to the silence, Ewan supposed that the batteries in the mini-TV had died. What perked his interest the most was the fact there was no one yelling at him to fix the problem. Turning around, Ewan looked over at the plant and gave him a small smile. "Sorry, dude," he said apologetically. "Sam's not here."

After changing the batteries and pouring himself a cup of coffee, Ewan headed for the lounge, flopping down onto the sofa and flicking the television on. Propping his feet up on the coffee table, he noticed another plant sitting there silently. If Ewan hadn't been so familiar with the plant, however, he doubted he would have been able to read the expression on the expresionless organism.

"Morning, Winston," he said with a grin as he lifted the mug to his lips, taking a sip. "I guess I should say afternoon though; what time is it?" He frowned in thought and looked over at the clock. Part of him felt weird talking to something he knew couldn't answer him back, but Ewan felt that if he didn't talk to Winston then he'd feel like he was ignoring him. He tried to see it as being around a mute.

"It'd be cool if I could keep Sam's power whenever he went out," he mused, sharing his thoughts with the plant. "I guess you feel as weird as I do, huh? Sometimes I can talk with you, and sometimes its almost like you've stopped existing to me." He shot Winston a small smile. "But I don't you know - think you've dropped out of existence. You mean a lot to Sam, and you mean a lot to me too." Leaning back in the cushions he looked up at the ceiling. "Some days you remind me of people I know. Sometimes I see you as my great-uncle Raleigh; with his knowledge and his musical laugh. Othertimes you're like my uncle Jojo." At the mention of the name, Ewan's grin grew bigger. "You'd like him, Winston. He taught Wednesday and I a lot of what we know."

Tilting his head to rest on his shoulder, Ewan gave a soft smile to the plant. "And sometimes you're like my uncle Elliot. You've got a heart too big for your chest, and when sometimes things get you down you know you have people in the world who care so much about you that not only does it cheer you up, but you end up making everyone else even happier."

Sliding his feet off the table, Ewan leaned forwards and brushed the fingers of his right hand affectionately over Winston's leaves. "You and Sam never had a big family, while I've got this huge extended family, but I want you to know that as big as that family is - you two mean a lot to me. You're Sam's brother, and even though I can't always hear what you're saying you're a brother to me." Placing the cup down, Ewan scooted even closer to the plant on the table and brushed his lips over one of Winston's leave. "Welcome to my crazy family, Winston."

For Crying Out Loud

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Gonna love her for the both of us

Yumiko had been his entire world. While he knew deep down inside that what he was putting her through was wrong, Dion couldn't help but want that closeness they shared to last forever. It took someone younger than him to make him realise just what it was he was missing and what he was putting his best friend through. Sure, there had been some arguing when he first came out to his wife; mainly about what he was intending to do in order to keep their reputation as teachers and as a family intact. Yumi wouldn't hear none of it though. If Dion was going to be in a relationship with a man he was going to come out with more than just the woman who would soon to be his ex-wife. It was one of the reasons why she had opted to staying with Tayler and Jung for a while until Dion got himself completely settled.

He now had a little place of his own. It was a cosy little two bedroom apartment. Poppy had her own room and there were no crazy visitors such as Death Ponies or crazy pregnant women. Mainly though, it was just Dion on his own, although Collin came and visited often. Some weeks he barely went back to his dorm except for essential things. While they didn't publicly display their relationship around campus, it wasn't really much of a secret that they were a couple. Just like the fact the town accepted people who were gifted, cursed or other such supernatural creatures, they didn't really seem too bothered by the relationship between Dion and his student. That may have been because Dion had the town's resident handy man on his side...and a crazy Death Pony.

What they did seem interested in though, was his ex-wife and the dentist.

Yumi kept no secrets from him, even though they were no longer married. Dion kept his wedding ring on a chain around his neck, while Yumi had her's fitted as a link on a charm bracelet. It was their way of remembering what they had together. They were still a family, despite now being a little disjointed. When the topic of Alex Lyall came up, she shared with Dion her interest in him, and even though most of the town thought him to be some creepy drunkard she knew there was much more to him. He was like an ogre. He had layers.

Dion rarely ever interacted with the man. Being the type who loathed dental visits, it took a mass amount of persuading to get Dion to make an appointment with Alex whenever he had toothache.

It was his weekened to look after Poppy, which meat Yumi was free to do whatever it was she did. After entering the house and calling out to inform everyone he was here for his daughter, Dion made his way into the lounge and spotted the older man seated on the couch lazilly flipping through the TV channels.

"Uhm...Hi..."

Alex glanced over, raising a brow in silent question before replying with a "Hi..."

Stuffing his hands in his pockets, Dion rocked back and fourth on his heels. "Did you...uhm...stay last night?" Alex was rarely ever visiting Yumi whenever he popped over, and whenever he was in the same room as the dentist, Yumi was usually around to help keep the conversation running smoothly. It felt odd and rather awkward to be in a room with his ex-wife's new love interest. How Yumi managed to by best friends with Collin was beyond Dion's knowledge. "Its okay if you did, I'm not going to be angry or anything. Yumi's my best friend and I want her to be happy."

Alex didn't say anything in reply, just kept watching Dion.

Walking closer to the sofa, Dion lowered himself onto the arm. "You are making her happy, right?"

"She's always happy."

"That's not what I meant; I know she's always happy, its one of the things I love about her. I just don't want you to ever make her not happy." Alex apparently didn't have a very good track record when it came to things like relationships. While they were both men whom had left their families, Dion had never completely abandoned his in the same way Alex had. "I don't want to be another person warning you not to break her heart otherwise I'll break your face, but you know I'm just looking out for her, right?"

Alex nodded. "I know," he said, and gave a chuckle as if laughing to some private joke. "I really don't see what she sees in me though."

"You are somewhat attractive, although I didn't know Yumi liked older guys."

"You...You think I'm attractive? I'm not gay"

Quick as a flash, Dion held up his hands defensively. "I'm not hitting on you, Alex, I'm just saying that you're not pig ugly, thats all. Yumi obviously sees something in you that she likes, and from how she talks about you, I think you'll maker her happy...er..happier."

Just as Dion was wondering what was taking the two girls, he heard his daughter call out "DADDY!" and she came rushing towards him, both arms outstretched, Rising from his perch, Dion knelt down and enveloped Poppy in a great big hug.

"How's my little princess?" he asked as he pulled back to take a good look at her. "Ready to come spend the weekend with me?"

"And Collin?"

Dion chuckled, nodding. "And Collin."

"Great! Lets go!" Pulling out of his grip, Poppy grabbed hold of her father's hand and began tugging him towards the door. With her other hand she waved to her mother who was standing in the middle of the lounge, smoothing down her floral patterned skirt. "Bye Mommy!"

"You be good for Daddy, Poppy," Yumi said, waving back. "And I'll see you on Sunday."

As Dion was making his way to the door, Poppy slid her hand out of his and rushed back into the living room, leaping onto the couch and giving Alex a big hug too. "Bye Alex, I'll see you soon!"

The older man was clearly shocked by the little girl's display of affection, but eventually he returned the gesture by patting Poppy on the back and chuckling. "Don't keep your Dad waiting."

Smiling as bright as her mother, Poppy nodded several times before sliding down from the sofa. She gave her mother one last hug before following after her father. It was his turn to pause before leaving, and he looked over the pair in the room that was once his living room. He used to snuggle with Yumi on that sofa while they watched films together. It was no longer his world, as much as he wanted to keep hold of it. Dion knew he'd always be Yumi's best friend and Poppy's father, but this family home didn't belong to him anymore. Looking over at Alex once more, he gave him a nod - silently telling him that he had no complaint about him being with Yumi, and then left, taking his daughter with him.

Yumi frowned at the exchange between the two most important men in her life. "What...?"

Alex just laughed and reached out to hold her hand, tugging him onto his lap where she instantly moulded her body against his. "Man code for 'Its okay for you to date my ex-wife'."