Despite the fact that I'm *still* lingering on to the Tara/Willow & Oz/Willow relationships… and I'm not a really big fan of Kennedy… yes, they are going to be a couple. Although the story will focus on Willow's other relationships, too.

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The small group always congregated in the kitchen in times like these. Times of peril, anguish, and most importantly, hunger.

"Pass the Lucky Charms, pwease."

"On it, little Red."

Faith smiled as she slid the leprechaun-clad cardboard box across the table to whom she had dubbed, 'Little Red'. It wasn't exactly an appropriate fitting to the girl's description, but she was Willow's daughter after all, right? The girl was pretty quiet in relative terms, but Tuesday would caterwaul the occasional 'Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star' at random request. Other than that, shrieking at the top of her lungs when playing 'Slayers and Bad Guys' were the only frequent noises she made.

The sound of the rustle of cereal falling into the bright green bowl pulsated in their ears, until the low rumble of feet racing to the breakfast table covered it up.

Currently, there were only three slayers-in-training housed here: the Brazilian preteen Kava, a feisty five-year-old South African named B'trli, and a Canadian teen named Megan. Along with Buffy, the Slayers, and the rest of the scoobies they flocked into the kitchen, cereal flying and the remaining peace and quiet in the room engulfed in noise.

Kennedy pulled up a chair next to Faith and Tuesday, ruffling Tuesday's already messy blonde locks. "Kenny! Stop it!" she giggled with delight, then stopped abruptly as an eerie silence filled the room.

Buffy speech time. Tuesday thought, knowing that Buffy was now the only one standing among the group, her arms folded and her eyes giving what her mommy called, 'the classic Slayer death glare'.

"Tuesday, Kava, B'trli, out. Now." Buffy commanded softly, with much less authority than if she was yelling at… say… Dawn.

"Aw, c'mon," Kava whined. "Why can't we stay?"

"Because this is a speech about gross stuff… boy stuff." She convinced them.

"Eww…" the girls choired together, wrinkling their noses.

"Vi, watch them, I'll tell you later." Buffy added.

"On it, your Buffiness." Vi flashed a grin, following the little girls in the foyer and giving a salute.

Buffy gave a strange, awkward glance to the foyer, then shut the kitchen door abruptly.

"What's going on? A demon? An apocalypse? A new microwave?" Willow spoke before Buffy could even say a word.

"No, two things actually," she began, sighing. "First of all, this place is kinda… well… falling apart."

"It was before we got here." Faith mused.

"Yeah… Wales is nice, but… it's not a hellmouth. We go patrolling, we find graveyards, and it's lucky if we find a single vampire every nine days. We need more material to work with.

"In Cleveland, Ohio, there indeed is a hellmouth. And there's a really nice manor right in the middle of it. The previous owners died rather suddenly and… well; let's say that we have a werewolf friend in high places. In boring conclusion, we have nice place that's much bigger, much better, and on a hellmouth-y local. Sound good?"

"We're leaving?" Kennedy said with sarcastic disappointment.

Buffy nodded in reply. "Tomorrow, the new Watcher's Council is getting us teleported there. All of us. We've gotta pack our bags really quickly… I know this is really sudden… but you all know the circumstances. Oh, and one more thing… a nerdy source that will remain anonymous—" everyone glared at Andrew "has discovered that one of the girls in this room has a little secret to share with us… you know who you are… speak up."

"God, Buffy, d'ya have to ruin the surprise?"

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Now you guys know why I'm le queen of cliffhangers *le gasp*