Okay, sorry to anybody reading this who's also reading 'From Phoenix's Ashes'… I have a total case of writer's block on that story. It sucks.

In the meantime, I might be starting two more Buffy fanfics and maybe even an Angel one… all are kidfics, well… the Angel one's kind of a dark kidfic, it's about the whole Fred/Illyria/Wesley situation… and the Buffy ones? One's an AU Willow/Oz preggers…  the other is a story based on 'Jersey Girl'.

Okay, I'm done :) I was feeling particularly inspired, so I wrote some more ^-^

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"Tuesday?" Willow entered the nursery, where daughter stood on a stool to watch her 'cousins'. "Baby, we need to talk…"

"I-it was my fault, I hurt that kid… I did it with my eyes… I-I—" she managed to stammer as she began to sob, now in a fetal position on the chair, rocking herself gently.

"I understand… you are very special, you know that?"

She lifted puffy, red eyes, nodding.

"You're different from the other kids at school, but you're not like aunt Buffy or Amanda or Kennedy… you're like me." Willow tried to explain in a way her child could understand.

There was a long, quiet pause, and then Tuesday finally confessed:

"M-Mom… the kids at school… a-a-after Jeremy got hurt, he said I'd never be loved… because I don't have a daddy."

"Oh, Tuesday, you know that just isn't true. You've got a great big family that loves you and cares about you."

"But I don't have a f-family… I don't have a dad." She protested.

"Your family doesn't have to be your brother or sister or dad or mom… it's the people who care about you." Willow kneeled to her daughter's eye level, running her fingers through Tuesday's hair.

"So, uncle Xander is my daddy?" she asked, wiping away a tear.

"Not exactly." She gave a smile in return. There was another long pause, and Willow began to speak again. "You have a gift, I have a gift. It's very special and can be very dangerous… so, try not to use it at school."

"It's hard, my power is controlled by my eyes… and bein' angry and stuff." She pointed to the pair of deep grays.

Willow gently caught her hand and moved it to the placed over her heart. "No…" she smiled. "It comes from here."

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"D-don't I look… ravishing, Dawn?" Tuesday squealed in delight, walking up to her 'aunt', sporting a silk pale blue Victorian dress that dragged about three feet behind the little child. She had obviously dug for some bold red lipstick, which contrasted greatly with her pale skin. In Dawn's eye, Tuesday looked exactly like a porcelain doll, complete with the artificial curls and matching hat.

Dawn could hardly contain her laughter as she wiped some of the lipstick that definitely wasn't on her lips. "Of course, milady." She addressed politely, with a wicked grin spread across her face. Despite the fact that Tuesday was obviously very smart, skipping a grade and everything, and a witch, but that didn't mean she couldn't play dress up, didn't it?

"She looks very… odd." Anya observed, sitting cross-legged with Shayla in her arms and Xander not even one foot away with Asher. He flailed his arms and wiggled with what looked like his best attempt at a smile.

"Not so fast, Ash," Xander smirked. "I'm sure they'll dress you up as much as you like when you're older. Princesses and fairies and everything." He promised with a slight chuckle.

Tuesday peered to the stained glass window of the attic, getting on her tippy-toes to watch the event of the outside world. The manor was nestled in a suburban region of Cleveland, the sign near the driveway's curb reading, 'Summers' School For the Gifted' and under it, 'If we don't save the world, nothing matters.'

But Tuesday noticed something other than the normal environment she'd grown used to. An old van was parked on the side of the road, a young man emerging from the driver's side of the vehicle. He was of average height and build and had red hair. "Uncle Xander!" Tuesday called. "Who's that!" she pointed to the man and one word came in reply:

"Oz."

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That was rather short, but… we need the suspense!