A/n: This is officially my top priority now!!! ::Victory Dance::!! I love every single one of you that reviews; ya'll make this worth it. Here's the next chapter; it's kinda short but it'll do.

Angel glared at the shattered pieces of mirror at his feet and then at the cross bow that lay on the couch where the brunette slayer had dropped it at Joyce's scream. Spike, who had found the entire ordeal hilarious, had retreated into the corner as to not be the one to feel his grandsire's wrath. Willow sighed as she walked into the living room, dustpan in hand. Only Buffy, who even when she was five, could manage to cause chaos.

"They're asleep," Joyce announced as she walked down the stairs, smiling at the collective sigh of relief. Her eyes landed on the shards of glass and she frowned.

"It's o.k, Joyce," Spike whispered, low enough that no one else could hear him. "I have an antique at my crypt that makes that look brand new," Joyce smiled at the vampire before walking to the couch and staring at the crossbow.

"I always yell at her about leaving her weapons around the house," She sighed, causing Giles to chuckle.

"How the hell did this happen?" Cordelia demanded, finally asking the question that was on everyone's mind.

"Well, I believe it has something to do with this," Giles stated, nodding towards the silver trinket on top of the mantel. Wesley's face scrunched up in thought as he walked across the room. He carefully picked it up, examining it with a slight frown on his face. His squinted before removing his glasses and looking again; his frown deepened.

"Giles, you better come look at this," he instructed, holding out the object for Giles to touch it.

"No," Willow stated, surprising the room and causing the two men to freeze. "You both can't touch it at the same time,"

"Willow's right," Wesley placed it on the table and motioned for Giles to pick it up. Once in his hand he studied it with the same concentrated expression as Wesley had.

"That's Latin," Giles exclaimed about the markings in the silver. Wesley nodded. "Oh dear," Giles laid the object back on the table and took off his glasses. Much to a donut eating Xander's dismay, he began to clean them.

"Well, what does it bloody say?" Spike questioned, curiosity getting the better of him.

"Well it translates to;

"Two warriors, each haunted and scarred by the mistakes of lesser beings, each destined to be alone, one chosen, one mistaken, two little girls, who hold the fate the world on already broken shoulders, with heavy hearts, and a strict determination that will defeat the darkness, they are the light, but only the brightest when their love combines. And only then will they prevail. "

Wes stated, sitting down on the couch next to Joyce. The room was silent as they all soaked in the prophecy, before Angel finally spoke.

"Damn it, what the hell does that mean!" Joyce pushed her hair from her face, slightly baffled by the entire thing, and turned to her daughter's ex.

"I don't know…" She said truthfully, not surprised as the rest of the room nodded.

"Well, the demon's will start to notice that there are no slayer with them not being dead and all. So I'll go sweep the cemeteries and come back tomorrow," Spike said as he pulled on his duster.

"Don't bother coming back," Angel growled, but a glare from Joyce silenced him.

"Spike, maybe it would be intelligent to ask around and see if anyone has any knowledge of what this is," The vampire nodded at Giles, and proceeded to open the front door.

"Oh bloody hell. The poof and now Captain Cardboard!" He practically roared at Riley who stood on the porch looking slightly confused.

"Umm, I'm here to pick up Buffy," His eyes swept throughout the room, trying to figure out why everyone was assembled in Buffy's house without Buffy.

"Oh dear," Giles stated, subconsciously going to clean his glasses. Xander, finally fed up, yanked them from the British man's grip and threw them to the floor before jumping on them. He then sighed in relief before turning to Riley, who looked terrified.

"Buffy isn't here, go away," He stated, before stepping on the broken glass once more and storming into the kitchen. Spike grabbed Riley by his sleeve and closed the door behind them and Joyce closed her eyes, clearly exhausted. Willow sighed and went to go get the dustpan again; she had to do everything.

A/n: I cant even tell you how much I wanted to write the whole Xander jumping on Giles' glasses thing. Thanks so much for all the reviews, please keep them coming. I'm sorry about the lack of kiddos in this chapter, but I promise they will be the center of attention (literally) next chapter. :-D!

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