Title: Who's next 2/?

Arthur: Christen Hays (PurplehaysC@netscape.com)

Disclaimer: These Characters belong to Joss Whedon, except Tiama and anyone else you do not recognize.

Distribution: Take it, but let me know. If you have any of my other fics, go ahead.

Comments: this is my first fanfic so please be gentle! And I want all the comments good or bad you have!  (Oh I got this idea from reading Child of Love so who ever wrote that thanks)

~J~We finally got to the place, there were two people there and they looked at me like they knew me. I stood behind my mother like I was a sacred little child. I truly felt like one because these people were staring at me. 

Finally they spoke, "Tiama, it's been a long time since you've been here. It looks like you father has taken good care of you."

I spoke, "Yooou knnnow myyy faatther?"

They nodded their heads, "We know the Warrior very well. See we're the Oracles and you father does everything we ask him to do.  Now for the reason you here…"

I interrupted them, "Annd thhat isss whhat?"

The female one glared at me. "Slayer, please advise your daughter not to interrupt us."

 My mother turned to me, "Tiama, please listen to them and let them speak because they are here to help you."

I simply nodded my head.

Then she begin to speak again, "Tiama, you are here because we want to tell you that you are going to be just what you mother is, a slayer."

I looked at her shocked. "Aaa slllayer?'

"Yes, a vampire slayer."

"buttt whyyy?"

"You will find out in time."

Then the male one spoke up, "You are not to tell your father of this news"

"Whhhy?"

"Because he doesn't need to know yet. If you were to tell him everything will be ruined. Do you understand?"

"Yesss"

"That's all, young slayer. We will call on you again soon."

They started to walk away and the next thing I knew my mother and I were outside of my house. She looked at me and I asked her, "Are you staying?"

"No, Tiama I have to go but I will see you again."

I didn't know what to say as I saw my mother walk away.

 

I walked into the office in a trance. Cordelia looked at me. "Where have you been?" I didn't answer. "You don't have to tell me but your father is really worried and to tell you the truth so was I. I've been here waiting to hear for him. You know I even had a date that I missed." I just kept staring into space. "Tiama, just sit down. I'm going to call Angel but a warning he'll be very mad." I sat down and waited for my father.

I just got the call from Cordelia telling me about Tiama. I was so happy that she was found but I was still mad. What had made her leave like that? Tiama had never done that before. She knew better than that. I raised her better than that. Something was going on and I knew it. I just hope that it wasn't anything bad. I walked into the office and saw Tiama sitting down in the one of the chairs. As I walked in she looked up.  "Where have you been, Tia?"

She just stood there and didn't answer me. "Are you going to tell me where you were or all you doing to just stand there?"

"I can't tell you, dad. I promised them I won't."

"You promised who?"

"I can't tell you that."

"Tiama! If ever want me to trust you again you better tell me!"

"I wish I could but I just can't" 

"You won't tell me who or where! Tiama go to you room! Now!"

As I heard myself scream at her I felt so bad but I was mad my own daughter wouldn't tell me where she was or why she was there. As soon as she left Cordelia looked at me, "did you have to be so hard on her, Angel?"

I sat down in the chair. "I know but I was really sacred I had lost her."

"Well then tell her that. I think she'll understand."

I looked at her and she told me to go.

I got up and headed for Tiama's room.

I picked up the phone and dialed my mother's number. It rang about five times before the answer machine picked up. "Hey its Buffy. I can't get to the phone now so leave a message at the beep." It beeped. "Hey I'm sorry I missed you this is Tia but you probably already knew that. Call me back please."

As I hung up the phone my dad walked in. "What were you doing?"

"Oh nothing. Is there something you wanted?"

"Yes, can I sit down?" Sure I moved over so he could sit on my bed.  "I wanted to say I was sorry for screaming at you."

I laughed. "It's a miracle. You actually apologized."

He looked at me and smiled.  "I'll make sure not to make a habit of it."

I looked at him and decided to ask him about my mother. "Dad, why didn't you tell me my mother was the Slayer?"

He just stared at me shocked.