Buffy walked along the stalls till she came to a wild red mare.  When Buffy looked she saw no name, instead she turned her attention back to the wild horse.  But something amazing happened, when Buffy reached out her hand to touch the horse, the horse calmed down.  It seemed genuinely happy to see her, as if it knew her.

Buffy opened the stall door and walked inside.  She began to pet, stoke, and brush the horse.  But she was suddenly startled as she heard her father speak.

"I see you've...met your horse."  Buffy turned.

"My horse?"  Her father walked slowly over, careful to stay as far from the horse as possible, while getting as close to Buffy as he could.

"Back in LA, when you were six.  Your mother and I signed you up for lessons.  I thought you might like to ride again one day, so she's yours."

"How'd you know I would come home."  Her father smiled.

"Call it a father's intuition."  He paused, then smiled again.  "You know that horse has a twin."

"Twin horses?"

"Only ones of their kind.  The other is in the stall next to her."  Buffy looked over and saw a black stallion, the black version of her horse staring back at her.  "His name is Apollo.  He's your brother's horse.

"Chris?"

"Who else.  You two would be twins if it weren't for the year's difference in your ages.  Besides who else would pick the wildest horses for himself and his sister.  These two won't let anyone but Chris ride them, feed them, or clean them.  They get pretty violent if someone else tries.  Austin's got a pretty nice bruise from trying.  You and your brother are kindred spirits, Buffy.  Only you two could tame wild horses."

"Not tame, befriend."  Buffy smiled and pet Apollo and his sister.

"What are you going to name her?"  Buffy thought for a second, but then realized the name was obvious.

"Artimis."

"Figures.  You know, the twins' mother, father, two brothers, and one sister all are here.  You'll never guess their names."

"Hera, Zeus, Athena, Aries, and Hermes."

"Lucky shot."  Hank watched as his daughter bid each horse good night before walking outside with him.  They started to walk the long path back to the house.  Hank broke the ice.  "It had to be that wasn't satisfied with dying once, not dying at all even."

"Either me or Chris."

"Better Chris." 

"Dad!"  Buffy playfully hit her father and he smiled.

"You know I love all of you."

"I know."

"So…no more being the slayer?"

"No, just don't have it in me."  Hank looked at his daughter, knowing that she still wanted to be a slayer, even though she told everyone she was happy being normal.

"You could."  Buffy stopped walking and turned to face her father.

"What?"

"Buffy, I hope you won't hold this against Ana.  I was the one who said not to tell you or Dawn."

"Dad, what are you talking about, you're scaring me."  Hank took a deep breath.

"My company it does not deal in accounting.  I sell and buy magical materials.  That's how I met Ana, she was a client of mine, she is a Wicca.  Buffy, I've know that you're the slayer, since you, Dawn and your mother left LA.  I just didn't know how to tell you."

"Do Chris and Drew know?"

"Yes."  Hank looked down.  "Buffy, I'm sorry.  I know I should have told you, but I didn't want to complicate your life any more than it already was."  Buffy looked up at her father, and to his surprise she was smiling.  Then suddenly she laughed.

"I guess it's good you never told me till now.  I would have kicked your ass to China."  Hank's face lit up.

"I'm glad you're not mad."

"Not mad, just a little annoyed.  So, what did you mean I could be the slayer again?"  The two began to walk again.

"Ana could perform a spell to call on the powers that first made the slayer…"

"I don't think that's such a good idea."

"Why not?"

"We did that once.  My friends and me, the first slayer then tried to kill us in our dreams."

"Oh.  Well I meant the ones that created the slayer, not the slayer herself."

"Oh.  Is there a difference?"

"Yes."

"Okay."

"Okay, no.  Or okay yes?"  Buffy looked at her father.

"Okay yes."