Darklight - True. Probably wont happen straight away, if ever but the idea has merit. You have to admit, it would be cute. I will have to try to develop his char more and see where it leads. I don't want him to just be Spike version 2.0.
Allen Pitt - Yeah me too, though I can't seem to find many. Yeah they are twin sisters. This chapter will explain how it happened and why. As for their powers, Tru seems to be a track star in college and even has a few fight moves in the first couple of eps in season 1 so there could be some transference of powers there. Yeah this is about 4 years before Tru gets her powers but Faith might find herself reliving days in the future. If I go that far I would say that the first rewind would probably be around the end of season 6. hint hint
Problems with the cops would easily be solved by a quick background check; personally, I would be more worried about the vamp gunning for her look-alike more than anything else. She definatly was. Following cannon it showed that Faith wasn't interested in school and in this story she had much bigger problems to worry about, her mom, Liam, Slaying and still trying to pass let alone excel but Tru had no such issues so she focused on school. And no, after the death of Lydia she cut all ties and wanted nothing more to do with them. Once she reaches Sunnydale and meets Giles and the gang the option of getting the Councils help will become available but right now she's running on empty almost. A lot happened in the past 36 hours and the thought of getting help from the Watchers hasn't even crossed her mind. As always, thanks for the review.
Ali-Chan1 - Me too. I was so pissed that they cancelled it, Especially when Marti had just joined the team, but it's left a lot of room for Fanfiction I guess. Sorry this took so long.
Chapter 8.
Delilah Lehane watched as the girl she had mourned for 17 years walked away from her blood and cursed The Powers That Be for the thousandth time since she had died. It seemed that the Davies family's second daughter had died 12 hours after she was born and The Powers That Be had decided to take one of her little girls and give her the destiny that Elise Davies had died because of, since the eldest Davies daughter would turn to drugs even without the burden thrust upon her shoulders.
How dare they take her daughter from her for their twisted schemes. Since she had found herself in the higher realm she had seen the life both her baby girls had lead and would lead. One was destined to save the world and fight the forces of darkness, the other to go back in time and save the lives of people who would never know her sacrifice. Delilah vowed that if she ever got her hands on the badly dressed excuse of a balance demon, that had switched her daughter with the Davies deceased child, she would tear him limb from limb.
Both had to suffer the pain of losing their mothers and their fathers. Oh, Tru's was still alive but never around, and if she ever found out the truth of the lies and deceptions he had committed he would be as good as dead to her.
Part of her was so proud, who wouldn't be. Both her girls were fighting for the side of good, the higher powers had seen something special in her little girls, something she'd always known would be there.
But a bigger part of her was screaming in pain and anger. How could they expect so much from them? expect them to give up everything they were to fight their battles. They were using them as pawns, completely disregarding the fact they were only teenagers who had seen and experienced far too much pain and death in their short lives as it was.
And what scared her even more was that their wasn't anything about Liam's future. He was around, she could see that much but the PTB refused to show her anything about the life her only son would lead. Did he have a destiny? Would he be free to live a normal life or would he be sucked into the fight that had taken hold of his sister's?
She felt the warm arms encircle her from behind and turned to bury her face in the warm chest of her husband. "It's not fair." She sobbed.
Andrew Lehane tried to stop the flow of tears falling from his own eyes and he held his wife. While he had been here longer, had more time to come to terms with what his children's future held, it didn't make it any easier. He, like his wife, beamed at the thought that his little girls were destined save the world. That they could be trusted with the fate of mankind and he knew that trust wasn't misplaced. But every single entity in this place had seen his anger as he did everything he could think of to change their mind and save them from that fate. Or at least to find out what the future held for his only son.
But nothing he said or did had changed their minds. None of his begging or pleading had swayed them, they held firm and he could do nothing but hope that out of all the variations of the future there was, that his girls would find each other and have some happiness. It was all he could do.
"Is she ok?"
He turned to look into deep brown eyes and gave the woman a soft smile. "She will be. It's just a lot to take in."
Jenny Calendar nodded and moved away to give the grieving couple some space. She knew this must be difficult for them. She herself had experienced some of their rage and pain when she arrived and found out the anguish and suffering the people she loved had endured but this was their blood kin and it didn't compare. Willow, Buffy, Xander, Cordy and even Oz had a place in her heart, and it was on their behalf that she protested against what the Powers had install for them. But if they felt half of what she did when it came to Rupert it was almost unbearable.
The Powers had given her a choice when she arrived, as they had with all of them. She could move on, as was her reward for the fight she had participated in, go to Heaven and finally be at peace, or stay and watch over her loved ones. And while she would never regret her choice, her body ached to be with her love again. Seeing him, watching him, tore at her heart in ways she had never imagined.
Feeling the warm hand on her shoulder, she smiled through her tears at the young man.
Time had no meaning here, sometimes it felt like they had only arrived yesterday and other times it felt like they had been here forever. They had laughed and cried together, each one on them joined someway by the two Slayers that fought for the earth and they had become close enough to be able to sense each other's emotions.
Jesse McNally looked solemn as he placed his hand comfortingly on his former teachers shoulder. While he had been the fourth person to arrive in what, they called the Watching Room, he felt a bond with Jenny that he didn't have with the other's.
Merrick kept to himself mostly, barely talking to the other's he only joined them when Buffy was fighting some monster and criticized her fighting, muttering about things she should have done differently or bitching about having civilians in the fight, but you could see in on his face on the rare moments he let his guard down how proud he was of his Slayer. And though Andrew, Lydia and Elise were nice enough, Jenny was a fellow Sunnydalian. And unlike Merrick, she loved his friends too, she wasn't solely centered on Buffy, or even despite her feelings, on Rupert, she also cared what happened to Xander and Willow and Cordelia and that made them closer. That's not to say he didn't care about the Slayer or Watcher, he did, they were his friends friends so that earned them his love, and their actions as warriors earned them his respect, but Xander and Willow would always come first in his heart.
The group at the moment had just gone from 6 to 7 and he knew before long things would settle down but when someone new joined them it was only natural that their reactions and emotions would bring their own to the forefront but he unlike the rest knew how much this meant to his friends.
When he was alive, Xander and he had often talked about what they were going to do with their lives when they grew up, they knew their Wills would be ok, she was super smart and would succeed in anything she wanted but the two of them were never that confidant in themselves and though his life was cut short he was so immensely proud of his best friend and he knew that deep down inside himself so was Xander. Buffy entering Xander's life hadn't destroyed it in any way, it had given him a purpose and Jesse knew that in the end, they would be ok. They were strong enough to handle what was thrown at them and they would come out standing tall.
A flash of light brought him out of his musings and he saw the first person to ever enter this Waiting Room had returned. He guessed the Powers had thought it might be a little easier on Delilah if she wasn't brought face to face with the woman who had raised her second daughter as her own immediately.
Elise found herself troubled, while her mind knew that Tru wasn't really her's, her heart still rebelled against the thought. She was her baby girl and no matter how many times she told herself otherwise she couldn't make herself believe it.
When the light cleared and she was once again in the Waiting Room, her eyes immediately sought for the woman who had birthed her daughter and watched as she raised her head from her husbands shoulder.
Within seconds, they were in each other's arms. Each crying heartbreaking sobs for their child as only a mother can while the other occupants in the room watched silently.