Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters except for James. If I did own the shows I wouldn't be writing Fan Fiction about it.

A/N: Thank you for all your reviews. This story is almost over. But have now fret, there will be a sequel. I've already started to write it. Sam will be explained in the sequel.

Chapter Seventeen

Are you ready?

Tonight Dawn, Willow, Lucas, Andrew, and Giles were on book duty. The others had gone to the vineyard to fight Caleb. Dawn and Lucas couldn't concentrate on the worlds in the text that was in front of them. They were both worried about Brooke. Dawn slammed her book shut and rubbed her eyes.

"These books are useless," Dawn said stating the obvious.

"I hate to say it but she's right," Willow agreed closing her own book.

"Well we have to keep trying," Giles urged, "There could be information in the texts if we just keep looking."

"But we've been looking. And there's nothing on the first. You even said it yourself, the first predated written anything," Dawn complained.

"I guess you are right," Giles admitted defeat and closed his book.

"It would help so much if all the potentials were slayers," Lucas sighed.

Everyone looked at him.

"Bad idea. I know."

"No, Lucas. That's bloody brilliant."

Everyone stared at Giles like he had two heads. Giles ignored the stares.

"Why didn't I think of that before? There's a spell that the Council had. It's a good thing they got blown up or else we would never be able to perform it."

Giles turned to Willow.

"Are you ready to join the fight?" Giles asked.

"I guess," Willow said nervously.

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Everyone was now in the living room. Buffy and the potentials had made it back safe and sound. Buffy had brought back a weapon that she had, as she put it "King Arthured" out of a rock. Then she killed Caleb. Giles had briefed her on what the spell was and here Buffy was to ask what the potentials wanted. But as usual Buffy was late.

"I hate this. I hate being here. I hate that you have to be here. I hate that there's evil and I was chosen to fight it. I wish a whole lot of the time I hadn't been. I know a lot of you wish I hadn't been either. This isn't about wishes. This is about choices. I believe we can beat this evil. Not when it comes. Now when its army is ready. Now. Tomorrow morning, I'm opening the Hellmouth, and I am finishing this once and for all. Right now you're asking yourself what makes this different. What makes us anything more than a bunch of girls being picked off one by one? It's true. None of you have the power Faith and I do. SO here's the part where you have to make a choice. What if you could have that power? Now? In every generation, one slayer is born because a bunch of men who died thousands of years ago make up that rule. They were powerful me. This woman," Buffy points to Willow, "is more powerful than all of them combined. So I say we change that rule. I say my power should be our power. Tomorrow Willow will use the essence of they scythe to change our destiny. From now on, every girl in the world who might be a slayer will be a slayer. Every girl who could have the power will have the power. Can't stand up, will stand up. Slayers. Every one of us. Make your choice. Are you ready to be strong."