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Explanations?
As Ella, Rob and Will ran out of the Bronze Ella suddenly stopped and Rob went running into her
causing both of them to end up lying in a tangle on the pavement. Will smirked at the human pile-up
before him before looking to see what had caused it.
"Thought that was gonna take longer." He commented, a surprised look on his face. "Hey Lizbeth."
"Hey Will." The slayer replied, startled by the sight of Rob and Ella attempting to pick themselves up. In Ella's case this was made slightly more difficult by the skirt her friend had insisted she wear.
"Dammit Lizbeth, you just had to make me wear a skirt that's main purpose is to allow everyone a view of my panties."
Lizbeth attempted to cover up a fit of giggles and managed to choke out, "Well it's not exactly designed for rolling around on the floor in."
Ella gave Lizbeth an evil glare as Angel leaned over to Willow and quietly whispered, "Is she sure about that?"
"So anyway," Ella began, having finally righted herself and arranged the dreaded item of clothing. "What are you doing out here? And who's your friend?" As she said this she smiled appreciatively at Angel.
"Well this is Angel. And of course you guys know the librarian."
"Sure we do. Hi Miss Winters." Will smiled winningly at Willow and she replied, slightly shocked as the realization of Will's parentage hit her, "H...hello W...William. Robert. Angela."
"So anyway," Rob began, "These two here totally believe you and wanted to make sure that you were okay."
Willow glared slightly at her charge before replying, "Well naturally Will would believe Lizbeth, I mean considering his father was one of the people that assisted the last slayer that was placed in Sunnydale."
Will gaped at the librarian, suddenly believing her to be slightly insane. "My dad. But. That's not possible. I mean I know he used to live here but. Nah. He's way to cautious to get involved with demon hunting or whatever. Besides, if that were the case then Ella and Rob's parents must have known about this stuff as well. I mean, they've known my dad for years."
"Well I'm afraid I couldn't comment on that. I don't know their last names let alone who there parents are."
Rob jumped in at this to say, "My mum's name is Anya Emerson and she didn't even grow up here, she grew up in Southeastern Indiana so not a possibility."
"Look Rob," Willow began cautiously, slightly in shock by the realization that this was Xander's son. Her best friend's child. She was confused now. Wanting to tell this boy all of the fabulous brave things his father had done but not wanting to upset Anya too much as Willow was sure she would not be happy with the way things were progressing tonight, by the looks of it, Rob was to be part of a new generation of Scoobies.
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April, 2002
Willow and Anya were out shopping for baby things. Although the baby wasn't due for another 24 weeks, Anya was already shopping like a maniac, buying all sorts of things for the child. Shopping for baby stuff wasn't exactly Willow's idea of a good time. In fact, Willow didn't really think that shopping for anything with the ex-demon could be classified as a 'good time'.
But Xander had begged. Said that he needed a break from the mad shopping binge his fiancée had gone on but that he didn't trust her with his credit card right now. Willow grinned as she thought of what he had said next.
Please willow, my bestest bud in the whole world, just hang out with her for a few hours and make sure she doesn't by the baby its first bicycle, or it's first Porsche or something.
"What are you grinning about? Shopping is a serious business. We have to find things with those big red sale signs hanging over them. That means they're cheaper so we can buy more of them, doesn't it baby?"
Willow glanced up at Anya in shock before realizing that half way through that sentence she'd begun talking to her belly instead of Willow.
A thought suddenly occurred to Willow and she decided to broach the subject in an effort to turn the conversation away from 'big red sale signs'.
"So Anya, what are you gonna do about, you know," Willow glanced around her and lowered her voice. " the fighting, when the baby is born?"
"What fighting?!" Anya asked quite loudly. "Me and Xander aren't fighting, we never fight, did he tell you we had been fighting? Because it was just one little disagreement and I said that it was fine in the end I just figured that at some point the baby's going to need to learn to swim and it would be far less hassle to have a house with a pool. I mean you know what I mean, we wouldn't have to drive all the way to the public pool and we could spend as long in there as we wanted and..."
"ANYA!" Willow said for the fifth time, finally interrupting the woman's escalating rant. "I wasn't talking about that kind of fighting. I was talking about the more 'demony' type fighting. With the blood and guts and late nights. Okay?"
"Oh of course. Well that'll all stop. For both of us. I'm not having my baby grow up surrounded by demons."
"Well naturally. So you're gonna wait until it's older then."
"No. When I say it'll stop that's what I mean. If I could have my own way we wouldn't even live here but Xander's insistent that he won't leave you guys. And he wants his child to grow up here. He actually thinks that because we know how dangerous it is here we'll never stop being cautious which might happen if we moved somewhere else."
"It's a good point I suppose. After a few years with no demon activity somewhere else, you might give the kid freedom to go out on his own at night and stuff."
"My child will only be allowed out at night if it's with at least three others. And it will have to phone me every hour on the dot. He's never gonna end up like Xander, always in danger or worse, like Jesse."
"Xander told you about Jesse?"
"He talks about him a lot. Says that that night, no matter what the rest of you think, that was the night he started to grow up. I don't want my kid to go through all that."
"Oh." Willow wasn't sure how to take this information. Of course she thought about Jesse a lot. Even now she couldn't forget him. But she and Xander had not really talked about it. Even when it had first happened. The subject had been too painful. Suddenly she felt a desperate need to see Xander. She was filled with this sudden feeling that it was very important she talk to him. She and Anya left the mall and when they arrived back at Xander's place, Willow's world began to tumble down. It was trashed, there was blood on the broken wardrobe door and Xander was gone.
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Swallowing the pain that these memories had brought back, Willow turned looked up at Rob.
"I actually know your mom and she did help out, a lot, as did your dad. But I really don't think I'm the one that should be explaining this to you guys. Talk to your parents, ask them if they've ever heard of the slayer and just see what they..."
"Elizabeth Williams." Ella yelled. "Did she know anything about this slayer?"
"No," Willow replied. "I don't believe I've ever heard the name Elizabeth Williams."
The group then turned to each other excitedly to discuss what they had all just learnt about their parents and all of the clues that they must have missed when they were growing up.
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Angel turned to Willow as the children in front of them began to talk excitedly.
"Do you really think you should have done that?" he asked her gently.
"Oh why not. I mean you remember all the hassles we had about convincing our parents we weren't doing anything dodgy back then. Well the problems that Xander and Buffy had at least."
Angel gently squeezed her arm and quickly changed the subject away from Willow's parents.
"But what if they didn't say anything for a reason? I mean, you know what Anya was like. When the mayor turned up she just left. And Oz, well, he..."
"left. You can say it Angel. I'm over all that now. That was nothing compared to...well... you know."
At this Willow turned her face away from the vampire's and continued. "I just think that if they knew then it would save the kids a lot of sneaking around. And anyway, for all we know Oz and Anya never stopped helping. I mean after... well... you know... anyway, after that, they might have been like me you
know? Decided that they still wanted to fight for the cause. Either way, they'll understand. They went through it too."
"Ella's mom didn't. Her mom knows nothing about this, this world. How do you think her parents would react if they found out huh? She shouldn't be involved. It's too dangerous."
At this Willow nearly lost her temper and whipped round to glare at Angel. "Was it too dangerous for us?" she spat out. "No, because we were willing, because we were careful, because we had Giles, because we had you." Her voice softened as she mentioned Giles. "The fact is Angel, they know. And if they're gonna help, there's nothing we can do to stop them. So I just have to be there for them."
"We." Angel corrected her.
"Huh?"
"We have to be there for them."
A smile appeared on her face, a true smile. It was a strange sensation, as she had not really smiled since, well since fifteen years ago.
"Thank you." She whispered.
"MISS WINTERS!" Willow jumped and turned to face the young girl yelling at her.
"Yes Ella?"
"I've been shouting at you for like, five minutes."
"Well I'm sorry. What is wrong?"
"We wanna help." Ella said, gesturing to herself and the two boys stood either side of her.
"We're gonna help" Rob added, a resolute look on his handsome face.
Willow turned to look at Will, expecting a similar statement to be spoken but instead he crossed his arms and looked matter-of-factly at the librarian.
* He is just so Oz. * The brunette thought, a mysterious smile taking over her stern looks.
She looked around at the teenagers one by one. They seemed so strong, so much stronger than she had been at their age. It would be fine, and maybe with Oz and Anya helping, they wouldn't find it as hard as the original Scoobies had. Of course that was the big question. Would the adults in these kids' lives help or hinder?
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Willow walked the teenagers home, first they dropped off Ella, after insisting that she must keep this a secret from her parents. Ella agreed that, while her dad was pretty cool, her mother was way too staid to accept something like this. Angel agreed to go and patrol with Lizbeth. Next came the decision. And it was an incredibly hard one. Who should she see first? As Willow didn't feel she could cope with two more faces from the past she left the decision to the boys.
"Which of you lives nearest to here?" She asked, deciding that whoever lived nearest she would drop off first and whoever lived the farthest would receive a very unexpected late night visitor.
"He does."
Willow looked at the boy pointing to his friend. And she gulped. * Well here goes Willow. * They dropped of the first teenager and then, in what felt like no time at all, she was stood on the dreaded doorstep. The door was opened.
"Come in Miss Winters. "The handsome young man said politely. "Make yourself at home. I'll just go get..."
"Hello, who's your friend?"
Willow looked up and stepped forward into the light. "It's me. Willow."
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Explanations?
As Ella, Rob and Will ran out of the Bronze Ella suddenly stopped and Rob went running into her
causing both of them to end up lying in a tangle on the pavement. Will smirked at the human pile-up
before him before looking to see what had caused it.
"Thought that was gonna take longer." He commented, a surprised look on his face. "Hey Lizbeth."
"Hey Will." The slayer replied, startled by the sight of Rob and Ella attempting to pick themselves up. In Ella's case this was made slightly more difficult by the skirt her friend had insisted she wear.
"Dammit Lizbeth, you just had to make me wear a skirt that's main purpose is to allow everyone a view of my panties."
Lizbeth attempted to cover up a fit of giggles and managed to choke out, "Well it's not exactly designed for rolling around on the floor in."
Ella gave Lizbeth an evil glare as Angel leaned over to Willow and quietly whispered, "Is she sure about that?"
"So anyway," Ella began, having finally righted herself and arranged the dreaded item of clothing. "What are you doing out here? And who's your friend?" As she said this she smiled appreciatively at Angel.
"Well this is Angel. And of course you guys know the librarian."
"Sure we do. Hi Miss Winters." Will smiled winningly at Willow and she replied, slightly shocked as the realization of Will's parentage hit her, "H...hello W...William. Robert. Angela."
"So anyway," Rob began, "These two here totally believe you and wanted to make sure that you were okay."
Willow glared slightly at her charge before replying, "Well naturally Will would believe Lizbeth, I mean considering his father was one of the people that assisted the last slayer that was placed in Sunnydale."
Will gaped at the librarian, suddenly believing her to be slightly insane. "My dad. But. That's not possible. I mean I know he used to live here but. Nah. He's way to cautious to get involved with demon hunting or whatever. Besides, if that were the case then Ella and Rob's parents must have known about this stuff as well. I mean, they've known my dad for years."
"Well I'm afraid I couldn't comment on that. I don't know their last names let alone who there parents are."
Rob jumped in at this to say, "My mum's name is Anya Emerson and she didn't even grow up here, she grew up in Southeastern Indiana so not a possibility."
"Look Rob," Willow began cautiously, slightly in shock by the realization that this was Xander's son. Her best friend's child. She was confused now. Wanting to tell this boy all of the fabulous brave things his father had done but not wanting to upset Anya too much as Willow was sure she would not be happy with the way things were progressing tonight, by the looks of it, Rob was to be part of a new generation of Scoobies.
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April, 2002
Willow and Anya were out shopping for baby things. Although the baby wasn't due for another 24 weeks, Anya was already shopping like a maniac, buying all sorts of things for the child. Shopping for baby stuff wasn't exactly Willow's idea of a good time. In fact, Willow didn't really think that shopping for anything with the ex-demon could be classified as a 'good time'.
But Xander had begged. Said that he needed a break from the mad shopping binge his fiancée had gone on but that he didn't trust her with his credit card right now. Willow grinned as she thought of what he had said next.
Please willow, my bestest bud in the whole world, just hang out with her for a few hours and make sure she doesn't by the baby its first bicycle, or it's first Porsche or something.
"What are you grinning about? Shopping is a serious business. We have to find things with those big red sale signs hanging over them. That means they're cheaper so we can buy more of them, doesn't it baby?"
Willow glanced up at Anya in shock before realizing that half way through that sentence she'd begun talking to her belly instead of Willow.
A thought suddenly occurred to Willow and she decided to broach the subject in an effort to turn the conversation away from 'big red sale signs'.
"So Anya, what are you gonna do about, you know," Willow glanced around her and lowered her voice. " the fighting, when the baby is born?"
"What fighting?!" Anya asked quite loudly. "Me and Xander aren't fighting, we never fight, did he tell you we had been fighting? Because it was just one little disagreement and I said that it was fine in the end I just figured that at some point the baby's going to need to learn to swim and it would be far less hassle to have a house with a pool. I mean you know what I mean, we wouldn't have to drive all the way to the public pool and we could spend as long in there as we wanted and..."
"ANYA!" Willow said for the fifth time, finally interrupting the woman's escalating rant. "I wasn't talking about that kind of fighting. I was talking about the more 'demony' type fighting. With the blood and guts and late nights. Okay?"
"Oh of course. Well that'll all stop. For both of us. I'm not having my baby grow up surrounded by demons."
"Well naturally. So you're gonna wait until it's older then."
"No. When I say it'll stop that's what I mean. If I could have my own way we wouldn't even live here but Xander's insistent that he won't leave you guys. And he wants his child to grow up here. He actually thinks that because we know how dangerous it is here we'll never stop being cautious which might happen if we moved somewhere else."
"It's a good point I suppose. After a few years with no demon activity somewhere else, you might give the kid freedom to go out on his own at night and stuff."
"My child will only be allowed out at night if it's with at least three others. And it will have to phone me every hour on the dot. He's never gonna end up like Xander, always in danger or worse, like Jesse."
"Xander told you about Jesse?"
"He talks about him a lot. Says that that night, no matter what the rest of you think, that was the night he started to grow up. I don't want my kid to go through all that."
"Oh." Willow wasn't sure how to take this information. Of course she thought about Jesse a lot. Even now she couldn't forget him. But she and Xander had not really talked about it. Even when it had first happened. The subject had been too painful. Suddenly she felt a desperate need to see Xander. She was filled with this sudden feeling that it was very important she talk to him. She and Anya left the mall and when they arrived back at Xander's place, Willow's world began to tumble down. It was trashed, there was blood on the broken wardrobe door and Xander was gone.
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Swallowing the pain that these memories had brought back, Willow turned looked up at Rob.
"I actually know your mom and she did help out, a lot, as did your dad. But I really don't think I'm the one that should be explaining this to you guys. Talk to your parents, ask them if they've ever heard of the slayer and just see what they..."
"Elizabeth Williams." Ella yelled. "Did she know anything about this slayer?"
"No," Willow replied. "I don't believe I've ever heard the name Elizabeth Williams."
The group then turned to each other excitedly to discuss what they had all just learnt about their parents and all of the clues that they must have missed when they were growing up.
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Angel turned to Willow as the children in front of them began to talk excitedly.
"Do you really think you should have done that?" he asked her gently.
"Oh why not. I mean you remember all the hassles we had about convincing our parents we weren't doing anything dodgy back then. Well the problems that Xander and Buffy had at least."
Angel gently squeezed her arm and quickly changed the subject away from Willow's parents.
"But what if they didn't say anything for a reason? I mean, you know what Anya was like. When the mayor turned up she just left. And Oz, well, he..."
"left. You can say it Angel. I'm over all that now. That was nothing compared to...well... you know."
At this Willow turned her face away from the vampire's and continued. "I just think that if they knew then it would save the kids a lot of sneaking around. And anyway, for all we know Oz and Anya never stopped helping. I mean after... well... you know... anyway, after that, they might have been like me you
know? Decided that they still wanted to fight for the cause. Either way, they'll understand. They went through it too."
"Ella's mom didn't. Her mom knows nothing about this, this world. How do you think her parents would react if they found out huh? She shouldn't be involved. It's too dangerous."
At this Willow nearly lost her temper and whipped round to glare at Angel. "Was it too dangerous for us?" she spat out. "No, because we were willing, because we were careful, because we had Giles, because we had you." Her voice softened as she mentioned Giles. "The fact is Angel, they know. And if they're gonna help, there's nothing we can do to stop them. So I just have to be there for them."
"We." Angel corrected her.
"Huh?"
"We have to be there for them."
A smile appeared on her face, a true smile. It was a strange sensation, as she had not really smiled since, well since fifteen years ago.
"Thank you." She whispered.
"MISS WINTERS!" Willow jumped and turned to face the young girl yelling at her.
"Yes Ella?"
"I've been shouting at you for like, five minutes."
"Well I'm sorry. What is wrong?"
"We wanna help." Ella said, gesturing to herself and the two boys stood either side of her.
"We're gonna help" Rob added, a resolute look on his handsome face.
Willow turned to look at Will, expecting a similar statement to be spoken but instead he crossed his arms and looked matter-of-factly at the librarian.
* He is just so Oz. * The brunette thought, a mysterious smile taking over her stern looks.
She looked around at the teenagers one by one. They seemed so strong, so much stronger than she had been at their age. It would be fine, and maybe with Oz and Anya helping, they wouldn't find it as hard as the original Scoobies had. Of course that was the big question. Would the adults in these kids' lives help or hinder?
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Willow walked the teenagers home, first they dropped off Ella, after insisting that she must keep this a secret from her parents. Ella agreed that, while her dad was pretty cool, her mother was way too staid to accept something like this. Angel agreed to go and patrol with Lizbeth. Next came the decision. And it was an incredibly hard one. Who should she see first? As Willow didn't feel she could cope with two more faces from the past she left the decision to the boys.
"Which of you lives nearest to here?" She asked, deciding that whoever lived nearest she would drop off first and whoever lived the farthest would receive a very unexpected late night visitor.
"He does."
Willow looked at the boy pointing to his friend. And she gulped. * Well here goes Willow. * They dropped of the first teenager and then, in what felt like no time at all, she was stood on the dreaded doorstep. The door was opened.
"Come in Miss Winters. "The handsome young man said politely. "Make yourself at home. I'll just go get..."
"Hello, who's your friend?"
Willow looked up and stepped forward into the light. "It's me. Willow."
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