Title: The Prophecies of Life
Author: Piper Winters
Disclaimer: Don't own a thing it all belongs to Joss Weaton.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The Gang believes that Buffy has been dead for sixteen years. But what if she's been alive the whole time and comes back................. with her daughter. Future: B/A
Authors Note: I realize that the Gang probably wouldn't have children this young, but let's just say that after Buffy's "death" they realized how short life is and got married,had children,blah blah blah.
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LA: over 16 years later
"This is very important Angel" Kate said sighing impatiently. She was standing in front of a desk in a dark room that she had occupied a hundred times over the past seventeen years. Angel sat behind the desk really not caring what the police officer said. The door to his office opened and in walked a beautiful girl with long curly brown hair that reached just below her shoulders. She had dark eyes and a perfect smile. She wore a small black dress and shoes that perfectly matched. There was no doubt that she was her mothers daughter.
"Here's your coffee," she said politely handing the blond a cup. Kate was about to take a sip when Angel noticed the way Gaia was smirking.
He turned to Kate and said, "I don't think I'd drink that if I were you." She lowered her cup from her lips and shot Gaia a deadly look.
"Spoil my fun," Gaia pouted to Angel sticking out her bottom lip. He graced her with one of his half smiles.
"Guy-uh what did you put in my drink?" Kate demanded.
"Nothing," she told the police officer innocently. Kate unlike Gaia's mother, father, Wesley, and obviously Angel had aged. She had streaks of gray in her blond hair and wrinkles all around her eyes. Every time she saw Cordelia she would silently, and sometimes not so silently, curse her for staying young and beautiful.
"You really should teach your daughter some manners," Kate said to Cordelia who had been sitting quietly in the conner next to her husband the whole time.
Cordelia jumped up, "How dare you tell me how to raise my child you-" she was unable to finish her sentence before she fell to the floor grabbing her head. Gaia who was by now used to her mother having visions rushed to her side. Gaia thought this was just an ordinary vision. But when Gaia's hand touch her mothers uncovered skin Gaia screamed in pain as a flow of pictures flashed through her mind. Both she and her mother were on the floor gripping there heads.
"Gaia," Gunn shouted as he went to his daughters side. Angel held Cordelia as Wesley went for the pain killers. At the exact same moment Cordelia and Gaia raised there heads. Shaking Gaia looked up, her usually perfectly tanned skin a pale white.
Gaia looked at her Mother then to Angel and said, "I just had a vision." Wesley handed both mother and daughter three advils and a glass of water.
"What did you see?" asked Gunn leaning down next to his daughter touching her pail white skin of her temples.
"T-the P-powers That Be," she whispered quietly, "Th-they said that part of your, our, destiny was complete and that as a reward your soul would be permeant...... and that the rest of yo -- our destiny was in Sunnydale, with the Slayers."
Angel looked at her a moment confused. His eyes held more pain than she had ever seen. Her mother had told her about Sunnydale and about a Slayer there. A girl her mother had pitied, envied, and admired all at the same time. Gaia knew Angel had loved her and that going back to Sunnydale was going to be hard.
After a minute Angel choked out, "Cordelia?"
Cordelia looked no older than twenty-one but her eyes held more knowledge than someone a hundred years old and Gaia could see it all in her eyes at that moment. Her mothers face was a mixture of happiness, confusion, misery, and unbearable pain. "Buffy," she said. Her voice was dry as if she hadn't spoken in years, "I saw Buffy........ and her daughter......... in Sunnydale."
"What?" Wesley asked confused, "That's not possible. She's......"
"dead," Angel whispered the word.
"No," Cordelia's voice sounded strong, "No, she's not."
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A small town in Nevada
"This is the last one, Mom," April yelled through the door of their now empty house. She was carrying a large cardboard box that was half open, reveling the pig and slightly bald head of an old stuffed pig. Her mother watched as her daughter easily bounced out of the door of the only house she had known. April was barley sixteen, but she looked exactly like her mother except for her dark brown hair and chocolate eyes. April handed the box to the blond woman who didn't look a day over twenty-one. Buffy Summers quietly loaded the last box into the moving van. She turned around and surveyed the small house behind her. She had lived in it for over 16 years and yet it had never felt like home. The building contained all the memories of her daughters childhood, but she felt no qualms about leaving it. She knew she wouldn't miss it. Because she was going home. For the first time in 16 years she was finally going home.
Author: Piper Winters
Disclaimer: Don't own a thing it all belongs to Joss Weaton.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The Gang believes that Buffy has been dead for sixteen years. But what if she's been alive the whole time and comes back................. with her daughter. Future: B/A
Authors Note: I realize that the Gang probably wouldn't have children this young, but let's just say that after Buffy's "death" they realized how short life is and got married,had children,blah blah blah.
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LA: over 16 years later
"This is very important Angel" Kate said sighing impatiently. She was standing in front of a desk in a dark room that she had occupied a hundred times over the past seventeen years. Angel sat behind the desk really not caring what the police officer said. The door to his office opened and in walked a beautiful girl with long curly brown hair that reached just below her shoulders. She had dark eyes and a perfect smile. She wore a small black dress and shoes that perfectly matched. There was no doubt that she was her mothers daughter.
"Here's your coffee," she said politely handing the blond a cup. Kate was about to take a sip when Angel noticed the way Gaia was smirking.
He turned to Kate and said, "I don't think I'd drink that if I were you." She lowered her cup from her lips and shot Gaia a deadly look.
"Spoil my fun," Gaia pouted to Angel sticking out her bottom lip. He graced her with one of his half smiles.
"Guy-uh what did you put in my drink?" Kate demanded.
"Nothing," she told the police officer innocently. Kate unlike Gaia's mother, father, Wesley, and obviously Angel had aged. She had streaks of gray in her blond hair and wrinkles all around her eyes. Every time she saw Cordelia she would silently, and sometimes not so silently, curse her for staying young and beautiful.
"You really should teach your daughter some manners," Kate said to Cordelia who had been sitting quietly in the conner next to her husband the whole time.
Cordelia jumped up, "How dare you tell me how to raise my child you-" she was unable to finish her sentence before she fell to the floor grabbing her head. Gaia who was by now used to her mother having visions rushed to her side. Gaia thought this was just an ordinary vision. But when Gaia's hand touch her mothers uncovered skin Gaia screamed in pain as a flow of pictures flashed through her mind. Both she and her mother were on the floor gripping there heads.
"Gaia," Gunn shouted as he went to his daughters side. Angel held Cordelia as Wesley went for the pain killers. At the exact same moment Cordelia and Gaia raised there heads. Shaking Gaia looked up, her usually perfectly tanned skin a pale white.
Gaia looked at her Mother then to Angel and said, "I just had a vision." Wesley handed both mother and daughter three advils and a glass of water.
"What did you see?" asked Gunn leaning down next to his daughter touching her pail white skin of her temples.
"T-the P-powers That Be," she whispered quietly, "Th-they said that part of your, our, destiny was complete and that as a reward your soul would be permeant...... and that the rest of yo -- our destiny was in Sunnydale, with the Slayers."
Angel looked at her a moment confused. His eyes held more pain than she had ever seen. Her mother had told her about Sunnydale and about a Slayer there. A girl her mother had pitied, envied, and admired all at the same time. Gaia knew Angel had loved her and that going back to Sunnydale was going to be hard.
After a minute Angel choked out, "Cordelia?"
Cordelia looked no older than twenty-one but her eyes held more knowledge than someone a hundred years old and Gaia could see it all in her eyes at that moment. Her mothers face was a mixture of happiness, confusion, misery, and unbearable pain. "Buffy," she said. Her voice was dry as if she hadn't spoken in years, "I saw Buffy........ and her daughter......... in Sunnydale."
"What?" Wesley asked confused, "That's not possible. She's......"
"dead," Angel whispered the word.
"No," Cordelia's voice sounded strong, "No, she's not."
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A small town in Nevada
"This is the last one, Mom," April yelled through the door of their now empty house. She was carrying a large cardboard box that was half open, reveling the pig and slightly bald head of an old stuffed pig. Her mother watched as her daughter easily bounced out of the door of the only house she had known. April was barley sixteen, but she looked exactly like her mother except for her dark brown hair and chocolate eyes. April handed the box to the blond woman who didn't look a day over twenty-one. Buffy Summers quietly loaded the last box into the moving van. She turned around and surveyed the small house behind her. She had lived in it for over 16 years and yet it had never felt like home. The building contained all the memories of her daughters childhood, but she felt no qualms about leaving it. She knew she wouldn't miss it. Because she was going home. For the first time in 16 years she was finally going home.