Chapter 7 En må lære å krabbe før en kan gå.
The three adults standing in the small visitation room all were dressed in black. Had it been Angel it would've been understandable, as Faith doubted his wardrobe consisted of anything but black, but she didn't know the last time she'd seen Wesley in just black.
If she ever had.
"What's wrong?" Due to good behavior she was allowed to hold Fiona, and talk to them directly instead of through the phones in the other visitation room.
Cordelia looked at Angel and Wesley who were only staring at the floor, then she sighed.
"Buffy's dead."
"B's gone?"
"Yup, we were in another dimension, because of a missing girl, and when we came back Willow was waiting for us."
Faith hugged Fiona closer. "So," she said after a while. "What's the deal?"
"Deal?" Wesley asked surprised.
"Will B's disappearance from the world of the living trigger another Slayer or are we back to the fact that there's just a Chosen one. One currently stuck here?"
"I- I- I... I honestly don't know." Wesley shrugged. "There's hardly been a situation like it before."
"I get the picture. I'm supposed to save people from the forces of darkness?"
"Well, I'd wait until I got out, but essentially, yes." Wesley said.
Fiona began to struggle in her mother's arms. "What do I do?"
"Just put her down, she likes to move around," Cordelia said.
"Are you sure it won't kill her? I mean, I don't know how often they wash the floors..." Faith trailed off as she put Fiona down next to the table.
"A little germs won't kill her," Cordelia said practically. "There are kids who eat gum of the pavement and don't die."
"Look at her," Angel interrupted. "She's trying to stand."
Fiona had hoisted herself up by holding on to the table legs and was now wobbling back and forth.
She let go of the table, and took one hesitant step forward, then another. She managed five, before she hit one of the walls, and fell down. The soft thud of the diapered toddler falling down could be heard clearly by all five in the room.
"She walked." Faith said, tears in her eyes. "She walked."
"Indeed she did."
"She must've saved up, to show off for Mommy," Cordelia smiled. "'Cause she's never done it before, as far as I know."
Fiona turned around from her position on the floor and smiled, a wide, almost toothless, smile at them before she chuckled.
Cordelia rolled her eyes, and looked down on the skirt that had been black when they entered the room. "Oh, and I believe Pylea caused some sort of mutation in your kid."
"We don't know that," Wesley said before Faith could throw a fit. "All that happened could have been mystical occurrences."
"Yeah," Cordelia said sarcastically. "Because Angel being able to walk around in the sun, there, was so natural. As is the pink, silk shirt you're now sporting by the way. And Angel?"
"Yeah?" Angel hadn't said much at all to any of them since they saw Willow. Cordelia imagined that he would have run out of them, had it not been for Fiona.
"I know I rag on you to wear anything but black, but yellow? So not your color."
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And that was the end: Fiona's story will continue in Harry Potter and the Return to Hogwarts.
I leave you with this Norwegian proverb: Framtiden kommer av seg selv, men framskrittene må man gjøre selv
The three adults standing in the small visitation room all were dressed in black. Had it been Angel it would've been understandable, as Faith doubted his wardrobe consisted of anything but black, but she didn't know the last time she'd seen Wesley in just black.
If she ever had.
"What's wrong?" Due to good behavior she was allowed to hold Fiona, and talk to them directly instead of through the phones in the other visitation room.
Cordelia looked at Angel and Wesley who were only staring at the floor, then she sighed.
"Buffy's dead."
"B's gone?"
"Yup, we were in another dimension, because of a missing girl, and when we came back Willow was waiting for us."
Faith hugged Fiona closer. "So," she said after a while. "What's the deal?"
"Deal?" Wesley asked surprised.
"Will B's disappearance from the world of the living trigger another Slayer or are we back to the fact that there's just a Chosen one. One currently stuck here?"
"I- I- I... I honestly don't know." Wesley shrugged. "There's hardly been a situation like it before."
"I get the picture. I'm supposed to save people from the forces of darkness?"
"Well, I'd wait until I got out, but essentially, yes." Wesley said.
Fiona began to struggle in her mother's arms. "What do I do?"
"Just put her down, she likes to move around," Cordelia said.
"Are you sure it won't kill her? I mean, I don't know how often they wash the floors..." Faith trailed off as she put Fiona down next to the table.
"A little germs won't kill her," Cordelia said practically. "There are kids who eat gum of the pavement and don't die."
"Look at her," Angel interrupted. "She's trying to stand."
Fiona had hoisted herself up by holding on to the table legs and was now wobbling back and forth.
She let go of the table, and took one hesitant step forward, then another. She managed five, before she hit one of the walls, and fell down. The soft thud of the diapered toddler falling down could be heard clearly by all five in the room.
"She walked." Faith said, tears in her eyes. "She walked."
"Indeed she did."
"She must've saved up, to show off for Mommy," Cordelia smiled. "'Cause she's never done it before, as far as I know."
Fiona turned around from her position on the floor and smiled, a wide, almost toothless, smile at them before she chuckled.
Cordelia rolled her eyes, and looked down on the skirt that had been black when they entered the room. "Oh, and I believe Pylea caused some sort of mutation in your kid."
"We don't know that," Wesley said before Faith could throw a fit. "All that happened could have been mystical occurrences."
"Yeah," Cordelia said sarcastically. "Because Angel being able to walk around in the sun, there, was so natural. As is the pink, silk shirt you're now sporting by the way. And Angel?"
"Yeah?" Angel hadn't said much at all to any of them since they saw Willow. Cordelia imagined that he would have run out of them, had it not been for Fiona.
"I know I rag on you to wear anything but black, but yellow? So not your color."
**********
And that was the end: Fiona's story will continue in Harry Potter and the Return to Hogwarts.
I leave you with this Norwegian proverb: Framtiden kommer av seg selv, men framskrittene må man gjøre selv