"Buffy, there some… people here…Buffy?" Willow told her best buddy.
Spike decided to make his exist at that time without a word, as the back door shut Willow stepped aside to reveal Cordelia and a black, bald muscular young man.
"Cordelia?" Buffy spoke confused, she almost didn't recognize the girl she went to school with for four years.
"Hey Buffy, so… uh… this is my friend, coworker, Charles Gunn, you can call him Gunn.
"Hi, Gunn. I'm Buffy, and this is my friend Willow. Can I get you some thing?" Buffy asked them as she gently shook Gunn's hand.
"Do you have Coffee?" Cordelia asked a little nervously for some unknown reason.
"Yeah, have a seat," Buffy told them both, "And you?" she continued and looked over her shoulder and Gunn.
"A… coffee is fine." He said, looking at this relatively small girl, woman who had all this strength, finding it just a little hard to believe.
Buffy each handed them a cup, "Sugar, Cream?"
They both shook their heads in unison. Buffy picked up the mug that Spike left on the counter, rolled her eyes, and shook her head a little and turned to pour it down the sink. " So why are here? Cause I know that you wouldn't be here, unless it was absolutely necessary." Buffy asked Cordy.
"Yeah, that's for sure." She said smiling. "No, I had a vision. Of you and everyone being attacked.
"Everyone, who exactly did you see?" Willow asked walking a little closer to Buffy.
"Um…You," meaning both of them, "the girl that answered the door—"
"Oh, that's Tara." Willow told them informatively.
"That's me what?" the shy witch asked walking up next to her lover.
"Who answered the door, you did," smiling at her with love in her eyes. "Oh, Tara this is Cordelia, and her friend Charles Gunn." Willow introduced them to her girlfriend.
"Oh, you can call me Gunn." He said smiling friendly at the shy witch.
"It's n-nice to meet you," Tara said in a low voice.
"Where was I … You, three and—" Cordelia was once again interrupted by a knocking at the door.
"I'll get it." A young voice can from the Foyer. Dawn open the door, her was this green skinned demon and was in a suit. Dawn let out a blood- curdling scream. That startled the entire house. Buffy went running followed by Will, Tara, Cordy, and Gunn.
"Wow, you've got a set of lungs on you don't yo—" Lorne started.
But before he finished Buffy punched him, propelling him off the porch. Shocking Gunn by the power of her punch along with Lorne.
"Buffy, wait!" Cordy warned, running from the house, "don't hurt him, he is a friend of ours."
Wesley appeared out of nowhere and helped Lorne up, "Hello Buffy."
"Wow, the girl really packs a wallop, doesn't she."
"Well, she is the Slayer." Wesley told him
"Oh, god I'm so sorry, it's just you know, demon, and this being Sunnydale and all… Come in, please." She started to lead them into the house. Then stopped, "Go in I'll just be a sec." She walked down her driveway and listen, she turned around and she saw Angel and a woman holding a baby walking towards them. "Angel?"
"Hi, Buffy."
"Angel." She smiled and hugged him. "Hi, she said softly to the girl with the baby, why don't you come in?" And she headed back to house, wondering what was up with the baby.
~~~ Inside the house….
They were all gathered in dinning room, except for Dawn and Tara who were in the kitchen getting drinks, "Well, the British man is Wesley, he is a watcher or well he was, until Buffy quit. Angel is that tall guy, he's all broody, cause he's got a soul and everything, I don't any of the others." Dawn told Tara as she walked into the dinning room. "So what's up with the baby?"
"Dawn!!!" Buffy scolded her.
"What? It's a valid question." She snapped.
"Well, not that's an interesting story." Lorne said.
"He's…he's mine." Angel didn't want to dance around it, he want to get it done and over with it so he could move on to why they came.
She looked at him, and barely made out, "What? That's…that's not—"
"Possible, that's not possible, we know… yet here he is." Cordy told them, seeing that Angel was having a hard time.
"Who's the mother?" Willow asked even though she was in as much shock as Buffy was.
"Darla is…was…" Wesley said softly, as though it would soften the shock.
"What? No, she was all with dust and, and…"
"And brought back." Gunn added.
Buffy couldn't process. She stood up, almost sat down then stood up again, "I… I need some… air." She pasted Willow who started after her. "Will, please just, no." She went out the kitchen door and sat down on the back steps.
"So… Dawn…you've grown a lot since I last saw you." Cordy said trying to lighten the mood, it was unsuccessful.
"You've never seen me before." She got strange looks from the three strangers, and even stranger looks from the familiar faces. "That's a long and interesting story too, but not as interesting as you," she turned to Angel, "knocking up the bitch that bit my mother." She said coldly shocking everyone. "Too bad I don't want to stick around." And climbed the stairs.
Willow started after her, but Tara stopped her, "Let me." Willow kissed her and smiled. Letting her go after Dawn.
Spike saw her sitting on the steps. He made his way to her and sat down next to her. She smiled a weak, fake smile at him and then stared back out at their yard. Neither spoke and he sure in hell didn't want to go first. She lightly placed her head on his should. It was like that for a few minutes. Then she spoke softly, "Spike?"
"Yes, luv?"
"Can I bring you your duster, tomorrow?"
"Sure, luv."
She pick up her head and smiled, it was still weak but this time it was real. He got up his feet with her and she went into the house; he back to his crypt.
Spike decided to make his exist at that time without a word, as the back door shut Willow stepped aside to reveal Cordelia and a black, bald muscular young man.
"Cordelia?" Buffy spoke confused, she almost didn't recognize the girl she went to school with for four years.
"Hey Buffy, so… uh… this is my friend, coworker, Charles Gunn, you can call him Gunn.
"Hi, Gunn. I'm Buffy, and this is my friend Willow. Can I get you some thing?" Buffy asked them as she gently shook Gunn's hand.
"Do you have Coffee?" Cordelia asked a little nervously for some unknown reason.
"Yeah, have a seat," Buffy told them both, "And you?" she continued and looked over her shoulder and Gunn.
"A… coffee is fine." He said, looking at this relatively small girl, woman who had all this strength, finding it just a little hard to believe.
Buffy each handed them a cup, "Sugar, Cream?"
They both shook their heads in unison. Buffy picked up the mug that Spike left on the counter, rolled her eyes, and shook her head a little and turned to pour it down the sink. " So why are here? Cause I know that you wouldn't be here, unless it was absolutely necessary." Buffy asked Cordy.
"Yeah, that's for sure." She said smiling. "No, I had a vision. Of you and everyone being attacked.
"Everyone, who exactly did you see?" Willow asked walking a little closer to Buffy.
"Um…You," meaning both of them, "the girl that answered the door—"
"Oh, that's Tara." Willow told them informatively.
"That's me what?" the shy witch asked walking up next to her lover.
"Who answered the door, you did," smiling at her with love in her eyes. "Oh, Tara this is Cordelia, and her friend Charles Gunn." Willow introduced them to her girlfriend.
"Oh, you can call me Gunn." He said smiling friendly at the shy witch.
"It's n-nice to meet you," Tara said in a low voice.
"Where was I … You, three and—" Cordelia was once again interrupted by a knocking at the door.
"I'll get it." A young voice can from the Foyer. Dawn open the door, her was this green skinned demon and was in a suit. Dawn let out a blood- curdling scream. That startled the entire house. Buffy went running followed by Will, Tara, Cordy, and Gunn.
"Wow, you've got a set of lungs on you don't yo—" Lorne started.
But before he finished Buffy punched him, propelling him off the porch. Shocking Gunn by the power of her punch along with Lorne.
"Buffy, wait!" Cordy warned, running from the house, "don't hurt him, he is a friend of ours."
Wesley appeared out of nowhere and helped Lorne up, "Hello Buffy."
"Wow, the girl really packs a wallop, doesn't she."
"Well, she is the Slayer." Wesley told him
"Oh, god I'm so sorry, it's just you know, demon, and this being Sunnydale and all… Come in, please." She started to lead them into the house. Then stopped, "Go in I'll just be a sec." She walked down her driveway and listen, she turned around and she saw Angel and a woman holding a baby walking towards them. "Angel?"
"Hi, Buffy."
"Angel." She smiled and hugged him. "Hi, she said softly to the girl with the baby, why don't you come in?" And she headed back to house, wondering what was up with the baby.
~~~ Inside the house….
They were all gathered in dinning room, except for Dawn and Tara who were in the kitchen getting drinks, "Well, the British man is Wesley, he is a watcher or well he was, until Buffy quit. Angel is that tall guy, he's all broody, cause he's got a soul and everything, I don't any of the others." Dawn told Tara as she walked into the dinning room. "So what's up with the baby?"
"Dawn!!!" Buffy scolded her.
"What? It's a valid question." She snapped.
"Well, not that's an interesting story." Lorne said.
"He's…he's mine." Angel didn't want to dance around it, he want to get it done and over with it so he could move on to why they came.
She looked at him, and barely made out, "What? That's…that's not—"
"Possible, that's not possible, we know… yet here he is." Cordy told them, seeing that Angel was having a hard time.
"Who's the mother?" Willow asked even though she was in as much shock as Buffy was.
"Darla is…was…" Wesley said softly, as though it would soften the shock.
"What? No, she was all with dust and, and…"
"And brought back." Gunn added.
Buffy couldn't process. She stood up, almost sat down then stood up again, "I… I need some… air." She pasted Willow who started after her. "Will, please just, no." She went out the kitchen door and sat down on the back steps.
"So… Dawn…you've grown a lot since I last saw you." Cordy said trying to lighten the mood, it was unsuccessful.
"You've never seen me before." She got strange looks from the three strangers, and even stranger looks from the familiar faces. "That's a long and interesting story too, but not as interesting as you," she turned to Angel, "knocking up the bitch that bit my mother." She said coldly shocking everyone. "Too bad I don't want to stick around." And climbed the stairs.
Willow started after her, but Tara stopped her, "Let me." Willow kissed her and smiled. Letting her go after Dawn.
Spike saw her sitting on the steps. He made his way to her and sat down next to her. She smiled a weak, fake smile at him and then stared back out at their yard. Neither spoke and he sure in hell didn't want to go first. She lightly placed her head on his should. It was like that for a few minutes. Then she spoke softly, "Spike?"
"Yes, luv?"
"Can I bring you your duster, tomorrow?"
"Sure, luv."
She pick up her head and smiled, it was still weak but this time it was real. He got up his feet with her and she went into the house; he back to his crypt.