Willow's POV

Pushing open the door to Angel's mansion, I sent out a few tendrils of magic and found three minions. All close together, so I assumed my kids were near them.

"Hello?" I called and waited as I heard two of them come closer. They both stepped into the little entryway at the same time. "Are Micah and Jesse here?" I asked.

One grinned ferally. "Sorry. You have the wrong place."

I shook my head. "No. I'm pretty sure they're here. Four years old. Brunette boy and a little redheaded girl. Both adorable. Really sweet. Vampire father...witch mother." With the last words, I didn't wait for the confusion to end. I threw out two fireballs, which caught on and burned them down quicker than they could yell. Good as a stake, they were.

I stepped into the large livingroom and saw the remaining minion holding one of my kids in each arm. My temper sky rocketed and my hair went white again. "Look...vamp guy. Drusilla hired you, I expect?" I asked.

He nodded, anxiously tightening his hold on my kids.

"Well, I'm a witch. If you didn't know. She didn't know that I've gotten stronger over the last few years. And you must know how women are about their kids..."

"Y-yes."

"Well, right now, you're pissing me off." I said evenly. "Now, set them both down and you can run along before I get a clear target on you."

"I-"

"Or I'll freeze you, pull them out of your arms, and slowly burn you to death." I added. I knew my magic was draining fast, but I could probably kill him before passing out.

"Bu-"

"No buts! No questions! Take your pick." I demanded.

The minion dropped Micah and Jesse to their feet and took off toward the front door. I ignored him and hurried toward my babies. "Mama! We're so sorry! She tricked us!"

"She 'urt you! Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." I assured them, petting their heads and glorying in being with them again. I pulled back suddenly, catching Micah's brown eyes and then Jesse's green ones. "Are you two okay? Did they try to bite you?"

"Was those vampires, ma?"

"Yeah, baby, they were." I whispered, pulling them to me again.

"Did they really know our daddy?"

"The lady did." I conceded, not wanting to lie. "But we have to go now."

"Ryan!" Micah called, bringing the shaggy black and white dog running to us. "Are we going home, ma?"

"Yeah. But not until tomorrow. I'm too tired to go tonight."

"Where are we?"

"California."

"In America?" Jesse exclaimed. "Is this where you lived?"

"Yeah. When I was little."

"It's warmer here." Micah commented. I nodded in agreement. "Can we come back without the vampires again?"

I chuckled a little. "Yeah. I think we can start coming to see your Uncle Xander."

"We get to meet him?" Jesse asked, excited. I'd told them all about Xander.

"Yup. We're going right now." I promised.

Angel's POV

I was frustrated. It seems that whenever my emotions became too much, they would mesh together into anger. And I lashed out. Sad translated to mad. Heartbroken translated to pissed. Anxious translated to peevish.

Right now, I wasn't exactly sure what I felt. But I knew I needed to make sure Willow and her...our?...kids were okay.

Rounding the corner to the street my mansion resided, Connor collided with a fledgling and they both toppled. The fledgling was on his feet in an instant and I crouched down, ready to attack if he went for Connor. But he didn't. He only hesitated from running again when he saw Drusilla.

"Y-you never told us! She's a witch! The mom's a witch and she killed Burt and Michael! I quit! She would've killed me too! She could have!"

"Where is she?" I demanded, grabbing the minion's collar and pulling him toward me.

He was shaking his head back and forth. "Don't go there man. She had death in her eyes, man. She was crazy. She'll kill you. She said she'd freeze me and then burn me slowly. She can, too! The look in her eyes..."

Thank God that the humans of our combined groups seemed to catch up then, because Xander hurled himself at the guy and tumbled on the ground. "Snap out of it! You're a vampire for God's sake! Where. Is. She?"

"She's in the mansion, man. She...took the kids and the dog. She..."

We didn't hear the rest, because then we were gone, running again at full tilt. I slammed open the mansion doors and moved into the center of the livingroom. It didn't matter though, because I couldn't hear a heart, breathing...anything.

"Jesus, Angelcakes." Lorne commented, stepping into the room. "Her rage has imprinted on this place."

"I can feel her power." Illyria added. "It has grown and surpased my own. This does not please me."

"She's not as strong as you though, baby." Spike cooed to his lover. I didn't care though. I was pissed. Where the hell did she go!

"She can make herself stronger." Illyria answered. "She easily incapacitated you and your sire."

"Mummy's strong now."

"She teleported." Dawn said, a little breathless from running, as she stepped into the room. "She does it alot. Probably grabbed them and went back to I-"

The slip up didn't pass my notice though. I whirled on her. "WHERE?"

"You know where she lives too?" Buffy asked, incredulously.

"Not for certain." Dawn pouted. "But...haven't you heard the accent?"

"Sounds like a more dilluted version of mine." Doyle snorted.

"Ireland?" I asked, completely shocked.

"In Daddy's homeland." Dru mused.

"Doyle's accent has become Americanized. Willow's American accent has become a little Irish-y." Cordelia shrugged.

"Yeah!" the minion wheezed suddenly under Xander grip on the back of his neck. I just realized they hadn't released him. He was probably trying to get on our good side so he wouldn't be dusted. "The little ones...they had accents. Irish or Scottish."

"What'd they look like?" I asked. I had meant to think it, but I wondered aloud.

Minion was becoming uneasy. "She won't kill you for telling us." Dawn prodded, curious too.

"They musta been twins 'cause they were the same age. Three or four, maybe. But they were real smart and polite to be so young. The boy was a brunette...his hair was...actually, about the color of yours. He had big green eyes and I only know because they kept begging to go look for their 'Ma', said 'she's bleedin' somethin' fierce." I growled at the image, but he must have thought it was about his babbling, because he flinched and hurried on. "The girl had red hair, like the witch. Looked alot like her, actually, 'cept the eyes. They were brown."

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. I knew brown eyes and brown hair were common things, but something told me they really were mine. And Willow...she'd kept them from me for almost four years. "Their names?"

The minion shrugged. "Jesse was the boy. That's all I know." he said, begging me to believe him with his eyes.

"What now?" Dawn asked.

"I don't believe that we'll be seeing Willow again until we're in need or she's ready to see us." Giles said, polishing his glasses. "It would be best to just wait, I believe." Xander began to nod.

"Or try to track her down." Buffy offered. Xander and Dawn exchanged a glance.

"Yeah." Xander sighed. "Actually, I think we should all leave it up to her. I'll email her and see what she's thinking."

"Actually...maybe someone can track her down. Drusilla has been to her home, obviously." Giles started to reconsider.

"Email still seems safer. I talk to her almost daily. She-"

I scoffed. "So you really have been talking to her all this time?"

Xander shrugged, looking unaffected by my hate. "Hey! None of you cared. You never even noticed she was gone until a few months back when you guys decided Angelus coming back was a good idea. And she's my best friend. I can talk to her all I want."

"What's the email address?" I asked, ignoring his statement even as it crawled under my skin.

"Excuse me?"

"WHAT. IS. THE. ADDRESS?"

"I'm not telling you!" he barked out. "Why, so you can lose your soul and hunt her down. So Angelus can kill my neice and nephew for her daring to sleep with Soulboy instead of him? Or so you can try to bully her into moving back and sharing?" He scoffed.

"Hey!" Connor interrupted. "They're related to me too, I'd like to know my family."

"Well, Willow is their mother. The only one they know." He crossed his arms over his chest, dropping the minion. "Maybe if Deadboy hadn't been such an insenstive prick, he'd have them around."

I growled, starting to get really irritated. "Look, BOY, i-"

"He's right, Fang." Faith said suddenly. "You practically said you wanted nothing to do with her. She found out she was knocked up and prolly thought you'd either freak on her or be with her unhappily. Red's like that...she probably thought she was helpin' you."

I growled again, along with Connor this time. "She still should have said something." Connor sniped.

"Why?" Xander demanded. He looked to my son sincerely. "You don't know the whole situation, okay? In highschool, Willow had the worst self esteem-"

"And clothes." Cordelia cut in.

Xander glared at her, for once, seriously angry instead of affectionately irritated. "Like I was saying, she had the worst self esteem...wonder how?" Cordelia looked ashamed. "Deadboy dismissed her and she took it to heart. She wasn't putting herself out there again."

I closed my eyes against the anger. "You don't know the whole situation either, X-"

"But I know Wills." he interrupted. "And by what you said to her, you obviously don't know her." He sighed then, tired of the whole thing. "I need to get out of here."

"Did you want me to come?" Anya asked.

He shook his head. "I'mma try to get ahold of Willow. I want to be alone tonight." But he gave her a big kiss. "See ya tomorrow, Ahn. Everybody."