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There's no secret to balance. You just have to feel the waves.

- Darwi Odrade

Motorria was breast feeding her son.

It was a peaceful moment for her. She had managed to make the shield around sietch kindle self sustaining so she took a break. She desperately wanted to bond with the child. She missed being with Liam. Over the last few months, as he gestated inside of her, a bond had begun to form between them through their long conversations. She looked for ways to spend time with him. Besides, it was his feeding time and she was the only one here who could handle that task. Liam's lips firmly pulled at her nipple as her warm milk flowed into him. For now, they were one being again.

Buffy looked at Motorria. She didn't know exactly how to feel. She knew intellectually that Motorria was the only one qualified to perform the biological duties of a mother yet she couldn't help but feel jealous and a little inadequate. She couldn't feed Liam from her body. Her breasts held no milk. Yet, she was compelled by magic to protect her bloodline. Buffy was glad the monks didn't give Dawn to her as a baby. There was no telling what she would have done to provide for a baby Dawn.

Motorria looked up at Buffy. She didn't need to be Bene Gesserit to know how the other woman felt. She could see the longing to connect in Buffy's eyes.

"Would you like to hold him?" Motorria asked Buffy. She could see Buffy's eyes light up.

The two women set close together. The small brown warm form of baby Liam nestled in Buffy's arm. He was yawning. He had a full belly. He was sleepy. All that was left was a belch and a poop and he could call it a full day.

"You know it's not at all creepy that you named the kid after my old boyfriend." Buffy said to Motorria. She was being sarcastic. "My old boyfriend, who went all crazy and tried to kill all of my friends, then went on to run an evil law firm after we did the nasty."

"These were the memories that were the strongest." Motorria said. "The boy chose them. Besides, 'The Powers that Be' picked this moment to fulfill the promises made to him." Motorria stopped for a moment to think about what she just said. Her brows came together and her forehead wrinkled. She spoke a conclusion that was obvious to her. "Events on Arrakis are part of a larger pattern. Liam's past nastifications aside he is still Leto's half brother and the son of Paul Muad'dib." Motorria thought about what she had just said. "He is still a Kwisatz Haderach. He is still a male Bene Gesserit. At some point we have to decide when to start feeding him spice."

"Yeah, about that, how is that possible?" Buffy asked. "The Muad'dib I met aboard "Her Graceful Measure" was just a construct, materialized memory. How can a memory have genes?" Buffy was really concerned about this.

"Sineya told us that we were not just a nexus, but an ultra-nexus. Thanks to Spike, we are mystically connected to a large region of space time. The joining spell took our memories too literately and joined everything we are and everything we've ever touched and made it real. Apparently, even down to the genetic level."

Buffy fished around in the pockets of her white battle suit and pulled out the Gem of Amara. She made sure not to disturb baby Liam. Buffy had retrieved the ring after beheading Drusilla.

"I just realized something.' Buffy said. She held the Gem of Amara in her palm. "This ring was worn by Spike on 'Her Graceful Measure'. That Spike was a living memory created by us when we were under the joining spell."

"Yes, so what." Motorria said.

"We recreated Spike, the Gem of Amara and the magics of the Gem of Amara! We created magic just by remembering it."

Motorria digested the implications of that statement. It opened up new possibilities for her resurrection of the Destroyer.

"Won't help us." Motorria said. "Previously, we were using the Destroyer as a power source. The Destroyer is a profound source of mystical energy. In this case, we're trying to create a source of mystical…" Motorria's voice trailed off.

"What if all the slayers pooled their energies and funneled it through the scythe back to the dimension of the Destroyer?" Motorria said. "A reverse Rosenberg!"

"Shhhhh!" Buffy said. "You're wake the baby. Besides, didn't Liam already say that?"

Motorria rolled her eyes. "Details Buffy, Details."

The Slayer-Fishspeaker was in full bloom.

Surayya could see, through the haze of Motorria's shield, the intense air battle surrounding the slayer fleet. Pink, green and white balls of light rapidly flashed into existence and faded as missiles exploded in mid air. Surayya ignored it. She had heard Motorria's proposition. They needed to know if such a thing was possible. They needed to know if it was possible for slayers to merge together the tiny spark of the Destroyer that each one of them carried. To that end, Surayya and a few other slayers sat in a circle on the floor of the sietch. They focused their awareness inward under the influence of spice.

Mother Superior Paloma observed them quietly. She saw that their meditation techniques needed polish. "How long has it been since these women had been to a chapterhouse?" She wondered. "The Bene Gesserit could be of great help to the slayers." She thought. "And once they're dependant on us, the slayers will be ours to control." Paloma smiled. She stepped forward and offered her assistance in helping the slayers meditate. One by one the women took small sips pure spice essence in preparation for the journey inwards.

"Let's begin with focusing on our center." Paloma said. "Listen to the blood music of the body. Drift deeper into yourself." The voice of the reverend mother droned on. She was intentionally using her voice rhythm and cadence to hypnotize them. "Build your catalog. Catalog every nuance of your body." Paloma waited a few moments. "Now look for the thing that does not match. Look for the thing that has a mind of its own. Find the alien sprit within."

The spice hit Surayya hard. She felt as she was falling down an infinite well. She had trained in free fall at Leto's academy many times. She adjusted to the feeling quickly. She used her mentat training to build a holographic database of every part of herself and held it inside of her mind. The spice kicked her. A vision of the future slammed into her mind. Surayya was Atreides. She had a particular affinity for the spice. As a feeling of warmth moved over her she saw herself and Buffy locked in mortal combat. They had their hands wrapped tightly around each other's throats. Where ever they were it was raining. Fat drops of water covered the murderous grimaces of their faces.

Surayya opened her eyes.

From the belly of each of the slayers came a thin wisp of golden white light that emanated and coiled together in the center of them like a clutch of snakes. The energies of the Destroyer came out of them and fused together to create a greater whole.

Surayya looked over at Buffy, who stood outside the circle watching with saucer wide eyes.

"One day, I may have to kill her." Surayya thought to herself. She found that thought disturbing.

Motorria chanted as she guided the fused energy of the Destroyer towards her scythe. The scythe began to glow reddish green. Every slayer in the sietch felt it. For a brief moment, it felt like the Destroyer was back. The skin of every slayer was covered with goose bumps. There were a few silent tears.

Paloma brought them out of the trance. The slayers looked at each other. They were all very smart. They all instantly knew what they had to do next.

Surayya flipped open her communicator. She was trying to reach the fleet commander. Her communicator only generated static.

"No help from the fleet." Surayya said. She folded her communicator and put it away. "We're going to have to do this ourselves." Buffy was trying to keep up with the conversation. She didn't like the feel of where this was going.

"Moto, we need you here for the magics. You can't go with us." Surayya was back in command mode. She grabbed her scythe as she began to move towards Buffy.

"We need a primer." She said. "We need a profound source of mystical energy to kick start the reaction."

"Let's get Dracula." Buffy said surprising herself at how quickly that thought came to her.

"Our thoughts exactly." Surayya said not aware of the strangeness of her phrasing. "Once we get Dracula back here that should stop the fighting. Then, all the slayers can focus their energy together." Surayya stopped, turned and looked around the sietch. She raised her voice to all to hear.

"We, all of us together, have lost something great. We have lost the organizing principle of our lives. But I tell you this, today the Destroyer will return and we will be whole!" She raised her scythe. The sietch roared in agreement.

Minutes later.

"So let me get this straight." Buffy said. "We are going to put our lives at stake to save Dracula from the slayers so that we can sacrifice him in order to bring back the destroyer of all things supernatural?"

"Yes." Surayya said flatly.

"Ok." Buffy said. "Just wanted to make sure that we were on the same page."

Surayya grabbed Buffy and teleported out.