It has been noted before that life doesn't stand still outside Sunnydale. Which is why in L.A. harbor a group called the Scrouge has a bomb ready to detonate. Doyle, in a desperate attempt to make up for what he saw as cowardice in not protecting a half human half demon who'd come to him for help once, was trying to think of a way to save the half human half Lister demons currently being threatened by the bomb. He'd managed, somehow, to convince Spike and Wednesday to accompany him to the boat where the bomb and halflings were.

"I still don't know why I'm here." Spike said. "I'm still paralyzed with the not carrying. About the only thing I can think to explain it, is you're really annoying and never let up on a bloke."

"I'm here to enjoy the fear and potential death." Wednesday said. "This is the most amusement I've had in awhile. Aside from torturing Spike last week. That was very amusing."

"Yeah, the screams made me want to hurl." Doyle said. "I have got to get away from you two freaks."

"What actually makes it torture is she won't have sex with me." Spike grumbled. "It's just one massive tease."

"And yet you continue to allow me to torture you. Obviously you enjoy it." Wednesday retorted.

"That's it! I've figured out how I can stop all this insanity!" Doyle yelled.

"Why would you wish to stop insanity? Aren't you enjoying it?" Wednesday asked, perplexed.

Doyle stared at her wild eyed and didn't even feel it when his spikes came out, he was just too freaked out to realize it. Seeing them, Wednesday's eyes lit up.

"Oooh." She cooed. "Just like the bed of nails Father uses to relax on!" And before Doyle could defend himself, Wednesday grabbed him and kissed him, long and deep. She pulled his face as close to her own as she could get it and felt the sharp spikes pierce her skin in a tantalizing tease of pain. Jasmine used the opportunity to do what she would have done to Cordelia in another situation and pulled a piece of Doyle's demon essence from him and used it to forcibly activate Wednesday's psychic potential.

Doyle jerked back from Wednesday, absolutely terrified. "Okay, more incentive. Thanks, like I really needed it!" And he jumped across the wide expanse and landed on the rail beside the bomb. He pulled the cables apart, but not before his skin and muscles began to flash fry.

Wednesday watched with a wistful expression on her face. "I just discovered how compatible we might be and he has died a painful death. I must call Mother and tell her of my first tragic romance. She will be so happy for me."

"Does this mean you're going to stop teasing me?" Spike asked.

"Of course not. It's too enjoyable."

"Good to know." Spike said. "What to go back to my place and have a spot of torture?"

"Not tonight. I wish to wallow in the grief of my first tragic romance. Perhaps tomorrow." She answered as the two wandered out of the boat, both forgetting about the halflings, who were forced to find their own way out.

The next day Wednesday had her first vision. Now she understood what Doyle meant by migraine inducing visions.

"Oh Spike, Doyle left me the most wonderful gift. Somehow I am getting migraine inducing visions. The pain is agonizing! Something else Mother will be happy for me about."

"You don't actually look like you're in pain." Spike commented.

"That's because Addams' enjoy pain. I'm seeing the most lovely pictures as well. People being hurt and killed by demons! I wonder if Grandmama would be willing to help me conduct a seance so I can call Doyle and thank him."

"Yep, just like Drusilla." Spike smiled at Wednesday. "Anything I can get for you, pet?"

"We could always go and see the people in the visions in person. That could be entertaining."

"It could, couldn't it? Maybe I'll find some motivation for that Champion crap." He held out his arm to her. "Shall I escort you, milady?"

Wednesday took the offer. "They're not far. Only a few blocks and it's such a nice gloomy night. Perhaps it may even rain, that would just make it perfect."

Back in Sunnydale, an oblivious to the insanity Jasmine has unleashed in L.A. Scooby gang was enjoying a peaceful rest of their Freshman year in college. The summer was fairly quiet too. And then Xander got another note.

"Today is the beginning for Dawn. Remember to love her and what comes after isn't her fault. She's an innocent child who needs love, acceptance and protection."

"Who's Dawn?" Buffy asked.

"I may actually have an answer to that." Joyce said. "Although why it would need protection and protection from what, is something I'd very much like to know."

"Still doesn't answer the question." Buffy said.

"Well, Buffy. I was trying to figure out how best to tell you this, but apparently this spirit that Xander channels knows private information that is none of its business. Although I guess if it helps keep her safe, it prying into my business is forgiveable."

"Mom, you're stalling. Why are you stalling? Just tell me who Dawn is."

"It's possible that Dawn is the baby I'm currently pregnant with."

Total silence from the Scooby gang as they processed that tidbit of information.

"Did you just say you're pregnant, Mom?" Buffy managed to get out, staring at her mother with wide, horrified eyes.

"Yes, I did."

"But how? You're old! You can't!"

"I'm not that old, Buffy and yes I can."

"Um, this might be a dumb question." Xander said. "But in light of the fact that we didn't even know you were seeing anyone, who's the father?"

"I am."

Buffy Anne Summers fainted. Oz, who was standing nearest to her, managed to catch her before she hit the ground.