Chapter Seven: Ritual
After the spectacle with Buffy, the boys returned to their safe haven. A dirty, disgusting haven, but a haven all together. They checked on the new parents and found them still arguing about a name. Spike interjected, "hey you ever thought about naming him Will--." "NO." "Fine, don't. But it's a fine name for a boy," he stopped for a moment, thinking, "Why bloody not? What are you going to name him then, Richard or some girly name like that?"
"There is no way we are naming him after you Spike," Robin began, but before he could continue Faith put her hand on his mouth, not wanting to start a fight right now. "Guys, we can pick a name when we get home. Can we go home now?"
"Absolutely, I've been reading the text. There are many good spells in it by the way, but it is really a simple spell. Which is really strange. If its this easy, why hasn't anyone else done it?" Wesley kept going. They all stared at him, nodding and smiling. Just nodding and smiling.
"Oh. Shut up. I'm trying to sleep here, Wes. I don't want to wake Connor, just get to the point," Cordy was lying in the next bed with her son cradled in her arms, "Please; I just want to go home."
"Hey, Cordy, are you okay?" Angel came over to his wife, surprised to see the hidden tears in her eyes.
"Yeah. I'm fine. Can we get back to this ritual? Can we go home now?"
"Yes. We can start it right now. We just need to go outside, preferably a clearing so that no one will see us." Wesley looked into their eyes, "If there's no objection, I say pack your things, Lets go."
A half and hour later, their things were packed, and the children wrapped tightly in order to keep them from getting cold; they all got to the woods near Sunnydale University, near to where the entrance to the Initiative would be. Wesley lined up the candles, mixed the herbs, and started chanting for the portal to open. Their only hope was that it would open to lead them to their own time period and not some prehistoric time of dinosaurs.
The wind change was sudden. The trees blew as if a storm were battering the leaves. The air grew moist, as if rain were falling. The lights grew in intensity as the opening of the portal grew larger. The brightness almost blinding. In one large move, they all jumped through the opening of the portal.