About 2 hours after the sun had risen over Sao Paulo, Kennedy woke up. The night before Willow had put her to bed, but had passed out even before Kennedy did.

Although she was queasy and her head was pounding and somewhat itchy around the stitches, Kennedy sat up. She looked over at the women next to her. Her long red hair all over the place, she was mumbling to herself as she usually did when she slept. She found herself staring at the women. Her tank top, more accurately Kennedy's, was pushed up and Kennedy couldn't help running her fingers over the porcelain abdomen.

Willow felt the tingle. The same tingle she always got when a certain brunette Slayer touched her. She opened her eyes slowly and found Kennedy staring at her.

"Hi," Willow groggily droned out.

"Good morning."

"How long have you been up staring at me?"

"Not long. 10 minutes…maybe 20."

"Oh, I see." Willow rolled over to her side and grabbed the hand that was rested on her abdomen, brought it to her mouth, and kissed it. "How are you feeling?" She kissed fingers and up her arm slightly.

"My head hurts, but I'm fine. Kinda need a shower."

"Wanna take a bath with me?"

"Dirty."

"Stop it." Willow got up and walked over to her dresser to get clothes. "Do you want to?"

"Of course I want to." She got up and headed directly for the bathroom.

That night Willow was in their bedroom doing a spell of some sort, which left Kennedy alone for dinner. She heated some soup and was at the counter eating when Willow finished and came out.

"How'd it go?"

"It didn't. I was missing a black candle and now I'm out of sage.""How do you, Ms. Let's-buy-more-sage-than-food, run out of it?"

"I don't know."

"You're weird and I must go."

"Because I'm weird?"

"No, because I have to go patrol."

"What?"

"Patrolling. You know, I go out, find evil, and slay it. That's where the term vampire Slayer comes from." She stood up and kissed Willow on the cheek.

"Kennedy, you were just in the hospital last night. Do you expect me to just let you go out there?"

"Yes." Kennedy walked toward the door, only to have her way blocked by Willow.

"No."

"Will, honey, I'm fine. I feel fine and my head doesn't even hurt anymore."

"That doesn't mean you you're okay. What if those symptoms come back? What if you get queasy when you're fighting or-or-"

"Honey, breathe." Kennedy took Willow's hands in her own. "I love you, but I'm not staying here."

"I love you too, which is exactly why you are."

"Willow, you're not my parent and I'm not a child." She was beginning to get agitated.

"That's good, 'cause that would be gross."

"Willow…" She shook her head at the remark.

"Kennedy, I don't want anything to happen to you."

"Nothing will. Now, please, get out of the way so I can go."

"Kennedy, please."

"Why is this freaking you out so much?" She managed to walk pass Willow and into the living room.

"Because you can't just keep doing this."

"Doing what?" She went to the chest behind the sofa where they kept the weapons.

"Going out after you get hurt. You're gonna get hurt worse. You think you're like invincible or something, but you're not. Is it like a Slayer thing? I mean really, is it? You all walk around like 'I have superpowers; I'm all mighty.' Why can't you just admit when you're-"

Kennedy closed the chest and turned around. "Willow, I'm fine. I just," she started to back into the weapons chest, "need to sit down for a sec."

"Kennedy?" Willow came over and sat down next to her. She moved her hair out of her face and realized she had become pale. "What's wrong?"

"I'm just feeling a little nauseous…and dizzy and-" She stopped talking and lowered her head. Sitting the crossbow down, she brought her hands to her forehead and pressed them in hard to try and stop the thudding. She looked up. "Will, I think I need to go to the hospital."

"Yeah, I think so too."

At the hospital, they had to track down the doctor that Kennedy had had the night before because he spoke English. They had tried two other doctors, but they had spoke Portuguese and the transition wasn't pretty. Kennedy knew enough to get by from day to day, but not enough to describe symptoms.

Willow found out that the doctor's name was Dr. Robert Logan. He entered the room with a folder in his hands, presumably Kennedy's file.

"Hello, ladies. So, what seems to be the problem?"

"She keeps having dizzy spells and she won't listen to-I thought you said she was fine."

"Well, yes, Miss Rosenberg, I did say that. These symptoms could be caused by a number of things. The dizzy spells could be from the nausea."

"Why is there nausea? I mean if she's fine there would be no nausea."

"Well, yes, but-"

"Yeah, but if there was-"

"Willow," Kennedy finally interrupted the babble that was about to commence, "honey, listen. Why don't you go get us some coffee? Please?"

Willow looked at Kennedy and couldn't make herself say no to those eyes. "Okay, I'll be back in a minute." She let go of Kennedy's hand, got off the exam table, and left.

"She's a little loopy. She may have had sugar."

"You should probably hide that from now on, but she does seem to care a lot about you."

Dr. Logan pulled a light out from his lab coat and shined it in Kennedy's eyes. Kennedy had always hated those lights. When she had an eye doctor appointment as a kid, she remembered it always left her seeing dots.

"Well, no sign of concussion and nothing seems to be wrong internally, but to keep your…" He hesitated not knowing what Willow was in relationship to Kennedy.

"Girlfriend."

"…girlfriend from hurting me, I think we will run a couple of tests to be sure."

"Sounds fun."

"Tests are always a big hit." He pulled the pen out from his pocket, it was the kind of pen you had to click to get the tip out, and wrote something on Kennedy's chart. He then clicked it again and closed the folder.

"Okay, we're all set. A nurse will be in to draw some blood and-"

"Kennedy, I think you need to meet someone." Willow said, as she and a blonde haired woman came into the room.

"Willow, not now."

"This is important."

"Hi, hon." Dr. Logan said to the woman.

"Hon?" Willow asked.

"Willow, this is my husband, Robert. I told you I was married to a doctor here."

"Wow I didn't think you meant this doctor."

"Miss Rosenberg, may I ask why my wife is so important to you?"

"I would like to know why too." Kennedy interjected.

"She knows what I am, Robert. She has a name for it and everything. She has an explanation for the strength, the weird dreams, and the men with the strange faces."

"Oh," Kennedy said, realizing what this meant.

"Abby, that's not possible. No one has been able to explain it. What makes you sure she can?"

"Because I caused it." Willow stated, receiving a somewhat angry look from the doctor.

"What do you mean you caused it?"

"She means that everything that has been happening to me is because I'm a Vampire Slayer."

Dr. Logan looked at his wife. "Okay, that's enough. These last months have been trying as it is. I don't need you going off and losing your mind on top of it. The kids and me are worried about you enough. We should go home. Kennedy, the nurse will be in in a minute."

"Kennedy?" Abby asked. "So, you're one too."

"Yes, I am. Willow activated a whole bunch of us. Did she give you the speech?"

"The one about my sacred birth right and my duty and so forth? Yeah and she seemed to enjoy it."

"Hey!" Willow screeched at her.

"She usually does."

"I do not enjoy it, but I have to. It's my job, so…shut up."

"That's it," the doctor said. "This is ridiculous. It's not possible."

"Yes, it is. I'm a witch and I cast a spell to make every women who could be a Slayer…you know, a Slayer."

"A witch?"

"Yes."

"Why- why would you do something like this? And to my wife?"

"Well, you see, my friends and I were fighting the first evil and we had to scrunch him and his army of ubervamps, so my best friend, the Slayer before the lots of Slayers, came up with the plan of sharing her power. It was a whole big thing."

"I need to sit." He began backing up and his wife pulled a stool out from beside the exam table and lowered him onto it.

"Look, babe, it's no big deal. I'm still the same woman you married. Only now I have super powers. Toby's going to love this."

"Toby?" Willow asked.

"Our son. We have a daughter too. Her name's Artemis."

"Like the goddess?"

"Actually as in Fowl. Toby loves to read Artemis Fowl books. He's nine."

Dr. Logan sat straight up and looked at Willow. "Will Artemis be a vampire slayer too?"

"Honey, she's 2 months old. I don't think we have to worry about her slaying vampires anytime soon."

Willow and Kennedy subdued their laughter after receiving a look from Dr. Logan.

Abby quickly changed the subject. "What do we do now?"

"Well, Kennedy could train you. You guys could do like a once a week thing."

"Wait a minute. I'm not liking that suggestion. I think we should just put this entire situation out of our minds. I don't want you to get hurt, Abby."

"I won't." She kissed his head. "I promise. Maybe we should take them to the house."

"Why?"

She smacked him in the back of the head, playfully. "Because it's polite."

"I still have to run some tests on Kennedy."

"Why was something not right?" Willow asked, concern filling her voice.

"No, Will, he's just making sure everything is okay…mostly so you don't hurt him." Willow glared at her and she smiled.

"Then Kennedy can stay here with you. You're shift's not over yet anyway. Willow and me can go and take a look around and she can meet the kids."

"Abby…"

"Quiet, Robert. Willow let's go."

Willow smiled at the blonde. She took initiative like Buffy and had a lot of the mannerisms too. "Okay." She turned her attentions to Kennedy. "You behave." She kissed Kennedy on the forehead.

"I will." Willow started to leave and after she kissed Dr. Logan, Abby left too.

AN: I know it hasn't really picked up yet and with as long as it takes me to update it's a wonder anyone would read it at all.I'll try to update soon.