Jessica Moore was tired, extremely tired. She had flown clear across the country in a single day and now all she wanted was her dorm assignment, a made bed and sleep. Unfortunately it looked like those would be delayed. While a familiar tall and handsome boyfriend was waiting for her outside of the security gates, Sam was accompanied by two car seats. One held a sleeping baby while the other was empty. That was because Sam was holding a blanket wrapped bundle in his arms. Those had better not be his kids.

"Something you want to tell me Sam?" she asked as she walked up to him. She knew she was being snippy, but she couldn't help it. She was tired and her boyfriend had two babies with him. She knew that none of their friends had twins and his father and brother didn't have twins either. Where did they come from?

Quickly Sam filled her in on the situation and Jess was filled with horror. "I hope she was killed slowly and died in a lot of pain." She reached down and picked up the sleeping baby.

"Actually, I don't," Sam said as he carried the little girl over to a baggage cart. "My mother was killed by the same demon and as angry at her as I am for what she did to Johnny and Mary; I have to pray that she didn't feel much of anything and that it was quick. Not for her sake, but for my mom's."

That was something that Jess could understand. "Well, at least they're safe with us now. Don't worry about my bags. I only have my carry on; most of my stuff is stored over at Gina's. You take Mary and I'll take Johnny." Her news could wait until things settled down a bit.

It was probably better this way. She'd only have to explain once that she had been taking classes and courses over the summer to learn more about what a Hunter's life was like. She had even managed to get a talk with Lisa Monroe, the New York Senior Slayer about what it was like to live and work with a Seer.

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Hannah came over and tugged gently on the hem of Jordan's dress. The Council tried to make this a special day for the graduating Slayers, but her parents possibly coming had Hannah freaked. She knew that Jordan rarely wore dresses, but she was doing very well in the dress that Hannah had made for her. Ribbon dresses were beautiful and special enough to pass inspection on a day like today.

They were also flexible and stretchable enough to fight in if necessary. That was one lesson that had been hammered home. If you couldn't fight in them, your clothes were very likely to cause your death. A Slayer needed to be able to fight at any time, day or night. It was one of the many reasons Hannah didn't want to live and work on a hellmouth.

"Thanks for making me this dress," Jordan whispered.

"If my parents show up and they say something, please don't take it personally," Hannah whispered back. "They are total snobs. I don't want them to ruin this day for you."

"What about you?" Jordan asked puzzled.

"Almost all of the people here aren't in their social class. Not that there is anything wrong with that, I just don't want them causing problems. If we can get through today without a riot, I'll be happy," Hannah said. "Shari did a good job on your hair. And as long as you take half strides you'll do fine with the dress. You didn't even notice but you weren't taking those 'run at the vampire' strides of yours when you were pacing."

Jordan looked down at her feet in shock, "I wasn't?" Hannah shook her head.

"Your families are here girls; would you allow me to escort you down?" Xander asked as he stepped in and offered his arms. Both of the young Slayers giggled. Xander was easily the most crushed on guy around the campus. It was wonderful for him to offer to be their escort.

The large grassy area behind the school dorms was covered in people, decorations, chairs and tables. It was the place where graduations and other parties took place. Grace Adams looked around at the other students and inwardly winced at the company her daughter had been keeping for the past three years. She knew that it was important for Hannah to learn to use her Slayer abilities wisely and that there had been a great deal of information that she had needed to learn. It was just that Grace had wished it had been possible for Hannah to have either learned while she was at home or at least have been able to stick to her own kind of people while she was learning.

Gordon Adams had been thinking long and hard about his little girl while preparing for her graduation. Hannah had always been an extremely smart girl and he had hopes that she would follow him into the family business one day. Now the fact that she had been called as a Slayer had destroyed that dream. Hannah would never live long enough to take over the business from him, most likely she wouldn't even live to see her 25th birthday. The only thing he could do was to make sure that she married and had at least one child before she died as it wasn't possible for either he or Grace to have a second child.

That was why he hadn't protested when she was sent to the Slayer School. It was an all girl's school and he was sure that the young man he had selected to be Hannah's husband would be able to sweep her off of her feet and get everything taken care of quickly. A few weeks back in New York and Grace could start planning the wedding. It never occurred to him that Hannah might have plans of her own.

Neither Mrs. nor Mr. Adams noticed the two men dressed in jeans, beat up shirts, and leather jackets standing in the background, holding punch glasses and eating cookies. John and Dean Winchester had gotten off of the plane and had gone directly to the Slayer School to pick up their Slayers. They hadn't expected to be part of a party. The crowd that made up the graduation party was filled with everything from the required younger Slayers to several granny types that had to be family members to a small and very richly dressed group that looked severely out of place. "What do you want to bet that one of our Slayers belongs to that bunch?" John whispered to Dean.

"Sucker bet. They did say that Hannah came from a wealthy background and that she had difficulties with being a Slayer," was Dean's reply.

"I'm glad that you're getting her. I'm going to have a hard enough time holding Jordan back. Giles said that she needs a broader range of experiences than she could get while she was here on the hellmouth."

Dean snorted, "Why does it not surprise me that the doorway to hell is in downtown Cleveland?" John smiled and continued to drink his punch. It was rather good, especially considering that he knew Buffy Summers had been threatening to strangle their cook if he made one more reference to a comic book character the entire day. He thought that Andrew would be pouting so much that he'd ruin the food even more than usual.