Disclaimer: All characters belong to their rightful owners...not me.
Author's Note: I have no idea where this is going, or where this is coming from.Let's just call this a 'concept piece' and leave it at that.
W&H Building, Penthouse VIP Suite, Rome, Italy, November 1st, 1998
Alexander was the first to speak a few moments later, when they all had robes or towels wrapped around them, Annie begrudgingly.
"That was unexpected," he broached softly, the Duncan Macleod prevalent in his accent, "And I'm going to guess from the laugh that Annie is the redhead version of Glo?"
The former Hyena Primal smiled smugly, "Not much of a guess, actually, Alexander. I hope I stay in this form…it has its advantages." The slight British intonations he remembered from their mind-speak now overlaid her human speech, and pleasantly at that. The brunette seemed a little embarrassed.
"Um…I'm Fred, uh, mostly. Please don't be mad…I didn't expect this to happen."
Glory, the original one though now with almost golden hair, gave the bashful version of herself a side-hug, comforting her, the Lara Croft accent still extant, "Hey there, Winifred, it'll be fine. We have your memories now, too. So I know you didn't expect this. And it's actually flattering. And as a former hell goddess, delightfully and disturbingly sexy."
Fred looked up and the others thought for a second, then nodded in agreement, Glory continuing, "So we know no harm was meant by it… though going as a succubus wasn't really what one would expect from you."
The former refugee blushed crimson, "I-I asked for something definitely not me since I was already pretending to be you."
Annie laughed again as she lounged, letting the robe slip open from inattention. Xander tried not to let his gaze linger, but hell, in spite of everything he still was young and horny all the time.
Glory picked up on it through the link, as did the others, causing her and Annie to laugh and Xander with Fred to blush a bit, "Alexander, you and Fred are really adorable with that modesty thing."
He looked at her as Annie just lounged semi-revealed, "It doesn't bother you at all, Glo?"
"Well, I might want to kill Janus if given the chance, but we were already family and as a former goddess that has your and Ben's memories of attraction to women…it's not like you were a church-goer."
"What are you saying, Glory?" Winifred asked, "I might have your memories but I'm not you."
"Well, I'm saying that I am the Alpha female in this pack if it comes down to it, but Xander's The Alpha. And as long as we keep it in the pack…it's okay. Alexander stop pinching yourself! You're not dreaming!"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes…" growled three female voices as the scene grays out.
After an amazing morning, the group had checked with the magic department the firm and determined that unless seriously drastic measures were taken, the changes of the previous night were permanent. On a side note, the little fleur d' leys worn as earrings by the women and as a lapel pin by Xander, turned out to be their enchanted swords plus appropriate main-gauches.
"This is way too weird," Alexander, now to be known as Alexander Duncan Glorificus commented as they cleared name and status changes through the lawyers.
Annie, who had decided on Lara Anne Glorificus, laughed lightly as she took Fred's hand in hers as they walked, "And the whole possession-demigod travel to other worlds and times isn't?"
"You know what I mean…but I see your point. You okay Fred?"
Winifred Desiree Glorificus, who'd had the name chosen for her by Glory and Annie in amusement over the costume that had gotten them into the strange family arrangement, shook her head, "I'm better than fine, but I agree…weird."
Amanda Deifica Glorificus laughed; it was weird but great to not be a hell goddess any more.
A week passed, and finally all of the paperwork and necessary processing had taken place. The group had relocated to a villa outside of Rome, and commuted into town for shopping and other errands when not setting in to a routine of sloth and 'friendliness.' They'd learned that after the Pyleans had dropped off supplies in an alternate minor Hell, Angel had been captured by nastier demons and lost.
In Sunnydale, Buffy had taken Giles to the hospital, and had managed to have all charges dropped in Kendra's demise. A new Slayer had been called in Boston, but after a few months her Watcher was killed and herself pursued to Sunnydale by two nasty vampires not clients of the firm, managed to dust both of them with help of the Sunnydalers.
Unfortunately in one sense, all of Glory's minions in Sunnydale had been wiped out by the traumatized Slayer, and so no real direct worshipers remained from Glory's time in this world. She took it without much remorse, as the obsequious demons had done things on her orders that would remind her of her insanity. On the other, it meant they might have to clean up after themselves or at least hire someone that wouldn't object to their family situation.
The time came, and they debated as to portal or airplane as mode of travel, and decided after train stops in Milan and Paris for shopping and the pack honeymoon, to fly like everybody else.