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Chapter 2: Inner Child
After the little incident with Spike and Dawn battaling it out over why Buffy came back, Willow, Tara, Anya and Xander came bursting through the door, firing questions at Buffy. Dawn could see Buffy's distress so she piped up to calm everyone down.
"Everyone! Back off," she said loudly to drown out everyone else's voices.
"But-" Xander started.
"Back off," Dawn said more firmly.
"Guys, really. I'm fine. Just tired. I-I'll see you in the morning," Buffy said yawningly. She nodded to everyone and went up the stairs to her room.
When she was out of earshot, Willow reasoned, "She's back to normal. She always used to go to bed."
In the Heavenly Dimension:
Silas sighed a heavy sigh and sat down on a faintly glowing chair. He put his head in his hands and rubbed his ancient eyes. He heard faint footsteps and looked up to see a child version of Buffy. He blanched and looked deep into the eyes of the little girl.
"Elizabeth?" He gestured to another chair across from him and the little girl sat in it.
"Yep. Why am I up here... but, down... there, too?" The little girl hugged her teddy bear closer to her chest.
"I don't know," the older angel replied. He smiled at the young girl. "You could always ask Mary or Michael-Angelo," he offered.
Buffy shook her head. "I already asked mommy who I should see and she said that you would be the best choice. She kinda looked at me funny though." The girl cocked her head to the side and gave him a shy smile.
"Well, let's take you to your mommy then, 'cause I don't know. I think we could send you down there to go into your older body, but I think the older you would end up having split personalities." Silas rubbed his chin. "We should go see the Powers That Be about it, huh?" He smiled a grimly when the girl shrunk away from his suggestion.
"Mommy said that you might say that. She said I could trust you." So she smiled a genuine grin at him and slipped her tiny hand into his gargantuan one.
In the Powers' Realm:
They flashed brightly and ended up inside of a warm room that looked like a lounge. On one side was a massive fireplace with a roaring fire inside. In front of that was two red-brown leather couches facing each other and a coffee table between them. Seated on the furthermost couch was a slim man in a red sweater and white slacks. He motioned for them to sit and they walked farther into the room.
"Please, sit," the man said.
"I take it you're one of the Powers," Silas assumed.
"I am. I have no name that any tongue could pronouce but, call me Ezreal." Ezreal smiled warmly at them as they sat on the opposite couch. "You two must be Silas and Buffy," he continued.
They nodded simultaneously.
"You know why we're here. Can you tell us what would happen to the older Buffy, should we send the Inner Child back?" Silas waited for Ezreal's answer.
"She would suffer a bit from the impact of having the Child sent to her. Headaches, dizziness, nausea. But they would subside within a few days," the Power informed them.
"That's to be expected, though... right?" Silas asked.
Ezreal closed his eyes and leaned closer to the two. "To be honest, an angel has never been torn from any heavenly dimension, and the Inner Child has stayed in everyone, besides those who wish it out."