Chapter 11: Wrestling with Demons Part 2
March 5, 2002 – Tuesday
Halliwell Manor
Tom's defiant gaze met Buffy and Prue's determined expressions, his words dripping with misplaced confidence. "You don't scare me," he declared, his voice laced with arrogance. "I've been trained to deal with witches."
In the interest of strategic advantage, it had been decided that Tom should remain unaware of Buffy's true identity as a Slayer rather than a witch. That information could prove invaluable in the future if they needed to exploit it.
Prue reminisced; her voice tinged with a hint of nostalgia. "I'd forgotten how proud you were when we knew each other," she remarked.
Tom's dismissive reply cut through the air. "I've forgotten you completely," he retorted, his tone dismissive and defensive.
Undeterred, Prue pressed on, her words cutting through the tension. "You don't want to tell us what happened because you don't want to admit how badly you screwed up," she asserted.
Tom vehemently denied her accusation. "I didn't," he countered, his voice defiant.
Buffy interjected; her skepticism evident. "Obviously," she quipped; her words laced with sarcasm.
Prue, determined to uncover the truth, revealed her knowledge. "While you were still human, you were stupid enough to enter into some demonic contract," she disclosed, her tone firm and unwavering.
Tom's admission caught them by surprise. "I was never human," he confessed, his words resonating with hidden pain.
Prue refused to accept his denial, presenting her argument. "You had to have been," she insisted. "Otherwise, you wouldn't have made it into the academy. Yes, we know about the academy. We know about the chevrons. We also know that you haven't killed your innocent yet."
Tom's words were chilling as he declared his intentions. "I will," he vowed, his voice dripping with malice.
Buffy's resolve hardened as she faced the threat head-on. "You'll have to get past us first," she declared, her voice filled with determination.
Tom warned them of the consequences that awaited them. "Kellman will kill us both if I don't," he cautioned, his words carrying a weight of impending danger.
Prue, refusing to give up on the person Tom once was, spoke from a place of understanding and compassion. "Kellman. Tom, I know who you are, the person that you were, alright, and I know that somewhere in there it still exists." She picked up a yearbook, turning to the page featuring his picture. "Tom, look," she implored, showing him the visual reminder of his past. "This is who you are, alright? This is who your mother is waiting for."
Unbeknownst to Tom, Prue's unspoken thoughts echoed in her mind, recognizing the significance for her daughter as well. "Who your daughter is waiting for," she thought, a hint of longing in her heart.
Defiance burned in Tom's eyes as he issued his chilling ultimatum. "Vanquish me, or I will kill you both, witches," he threatened.
Buffy remained resolute, refusing to succumb to fear. "Not happening," she stated firmly, her unwavering determination shining through.
Prue's resolve mirrored Buffy's as she proclaimed their unwavering mission. "We are going to save you from yourself whether you like it or not," she asserted, her voice filled with unwavering conviction. She telekinetically loosened Tom's ropes before leading the way out of the attic, urging Buffy to follow. "Buffy, I loosened his ropes, follow him."
"Alright." Buffy quickly took charge, summoning Faith with urgency. "Faith!" she called out; her voice filled with purpose. She and Faith hurriedly left the Manor, prepared to track Tom's escape.
Prue ventured into the bustling kitchen, only to be greeted by an overwhelming sight. "Okay, so I think I have an idea of how to... whoa," she exclaimed, momentarily taken aback by the overflowing clutter.
Phoebe admitted to the unintentional consequences of her spell. "My lost and found spell's a little too enthusiastic," she confessed, acknowledging the chaos it had caused throughout the house.
Piper nodded in agreement; her weariness evident. "We're finding stuff all over the house. It's endless," she sighed, the exhaustion in her voice palpable.
Darryl, ever vigilant, voiced his concerns, drawing attention to potential dangers. "I don't mean to sound paranoid, but after all these years, I think I've earned that right," he stated, raising a valid point. "How do you know your spell is not going to find demons that you've already vanquished?"
"Oh, you mean like Belthazor," said Piper.
"Okay, one demon at a time," Prue said, her gaze shifting towards the police inspector, seeking crucial information. "Did you get anything on Tom?" she inquired, her tone expectant.
Darryl handed Prue a file, his response falling short of their expectations. "Just a missing persons file," he admitted, a hint of disappointment in his voice.
Undeterred, Prue pressed further, seeking any leads that could aid their mission. "Alright, anything on a man named Kellman?" she asked, her voice filled with urgency, just as the sound of the front door closing reached their ears.
Piper voiced her confusion, seeking clarification. "What was that?" she questioned; her curiosity piqued.
Prue's revelation carried a mix of concern and determination. "That would be Tom escaping," she declared.
Phoebe, unable to conceal her surprise, voiced her disbelief. "What?" she exclaimed, caught off guard by the unexpected turn of events.
With a sense of purpose, Prue shared her plan of action. "Yeah, I loosened his ropes," she explained, her voice resolute. "Buffy and Faith are trailing him to the demon that turned him. Then we'll break him, break his hold on Tom." She looked back at Darryl. "Anything that you can get me on Kellman, I'd appreciate, okay?" she requested.
Kellman's Office / Demonic Training Academy
Buffy and Faith parked their car outside the imposing office building, their eyes fixed on Tom as he confidently strode through the entrance. Sensing the urgency of the situation, Buffy swiftly retrieved her cell phone and dialed her mother's number.
As the call connected, Buffy wasted no time in relaying the crucial information. "Mom, he just entered a building. I assume Kellman is based out of there," she informed, her voice tinged with determination. She made sure to provide Prue with the address, ensuring that they were all on the same page.
With the necessary details shared, Buffy ended the call, her mind focused on the impending confrontation that awaited them inside the enigmatic office building.
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Within half an hour, Prue, Piper, and Phoebe had arrived at the office building, joining Buffy and Faith. Together, they navigated the corridors with focused intent, their footsteps echoing through the empty halls.
As they stood before Kellman's exact office, Prue's voice resonated with a mix of determination and concern. "Alright, you ready?" she asked, glancing at her sisters, daughter and Faith. The gravity of the situation hung in the air; their collective purpose clear.
Phoebe's curiosity broke through the tension. "Ready for what?" she inquired, seeking clarity amid the uncertainty that surrounded them.
"To save him," Prue answered, her voice filled with conviction. With that shared understanding, they stepped forward and entered Kellman's office, their eyes scanning the room for any sign of their elusive target.
To their surprise, the office was eerily empty, devoid of any trace of Tom or Kellman. Confusion washed over them as they realized that something was amiss. Phoebe voiced the collective concern, her tone laced with apprehension. "Where is he?" she questioned, searching for answers within the silence of the room.
Buffy's instincts heightened the unease. "He never came back out," she stated, her voice tinged with urgency. The realization that Tom should be present only deepened their sense of foreboding.
Piper's intuition chimed in, a hint of unease coloring her words. "I've got a bad feeling about this," she admitted, her instincts sharpened by years of confronting supernatural threats.
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Stepping off the elevator into the Academy, Tom approached Kellman, a glimmer of anticipation in his eyes. "I have good news, Mr. Kellman," he announced, his voice laced with confidence.
Curiosity piqued, Kellman leaned in, his gaze fixed on Tom. "You killed the innocent?" he inquired, seeking confirmation of the success that would solidify their dark alliance.
A sly smile played on Tom's lips as he revealed an even more enticing proposition. "Better. I can deliver you five witches," he declared, confident in the value of his offer.
However, Kellman's expression contorted into a frown, betraying his indifference toward witches. "Witches?" he scoffed; his tone tinged with impatience. "I don't care about witches. I care about deadlines. Yours and mine." The weight of impending consequences bore down on him, fueling his urgency. "You know, if I weren't running out of time, I'd have you drum..."
Intrigued by a sudden shift in Tom's aura, Kellman leaned closer, his senses heightened. "Is that humanity I'm sensing from you?" he mused, his voice laced with surprise. The unexpected glimmer of humanity puzzled him. "Now how did that come back? That was supposed to be drummed out of you by now," he mused, contemplating the unraveling of Tom's indoctrination. "You need a refresher course."
As the lights illuminated the surroundings, revealing a wrestling ring adorned with symbols of violence and power, two menacing demons emerged from the shadows. They seized Tom, their grips firm and unyielding, as they ushered him away from Kellman's presence, bound for a brutal lesson in reconditioning.
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In Kellman's office, Piper's hand closed around the soccer ball, her brows knitted in confusion. "This is weird," she voiced her perplexity. "So Kellman poses as a human and then what? Gives athletes a way out of their problems?"
Phoebe nodded, her expression tinged with a mixture of concern and realization. "Yeah, a demonic way out," she affirmed, her voice carrying the weight of their grim discoveries.
Prue, ever the strategist, sought a new approach to aid their quest. "Alright, what about your lost and found spell?" she proposed, her gaze fixed on Phoebe. "Do you think you could rewrite it to find Tom?"
Phoebe pondered for a moment, her mind swirling with incantations. "Maybe," she replied, a flicker of determination in her eyes. "Uh, how about, 'Show me the past that I cannot find, to save Tom and restore Prue's peace of mind?'" she suggested, the words forming on her lips as they prepared for the next phase of their mission.
Just as the words escaped Phoebe's mouth, the elevator materialized before them, its doors sliding open with a soft chime. Buffy, ever in awe of magical abilities, couldn't help but express her longing. "Oh, whoa," she exclaimed, her voice tinged with a touch of envy. "I really need witchy powers."
The five of them stepped into the elevator, their collective purpose lending a sense of determination to the confined space. As the doors closed, sealing them within, the elevator began its descent, carrying them deeper into the unknown.
Piper's voice carried a hint of skepticism as she broke the silence. "Remind me again why we are doing this," she requested, her gaze shifting between her sisters and Faith.
Phoebe couldn't help but admit the truth, her words tinged with a touch of amusement. "Because your sisters have a thing for saving bad boys," she confessed, a wry smile playing on her lips.
Buffy interjected; her tone resolute. "We're doing this for Dawn too," she emphasized, her eyes reflecting her unwavering determination.
Piper sighed, a mixture of exasperation and concern etched on her face. "If I die before I get married, I'm going to be really mad at the four of you," she half-joked, her words laced with a touch of seriousness. Just as the elevator doors opened, she couldn't resist adding, "Okay, I'd still like to point out that I have a really bad feeling about this."
Stepping out of the elevator, they were met with a disconcerting sight—a man being tossed around by a wrestler in a menacing ring. The unexpected scene left them momentarily stunned. "What the...?" Piper managed to utter, her voice a mixture of shock and disbelief.
Phoebe's expression turned grave as she realized the gravity of the situation. "Oh, no," she whispered, her voice filled with trepidation.
"I'm the man!" the wrestler said as he pinned the guy on the mat and a hole opened up beneath him. The guy fell into the flames.
"Next!" Kellman called out.
Tom, oblivious to their presence, strode confidently toward the ring, prompting Prue to make a move. "Tom," she called out, her voice filled with urgency. However, before she could reach him, Buffy and Faith swiftly intercepted, pulling her back.
"Mom!" Buffy exclaimed; her voice filled with concern. "We need a plan first."
Prue locked eyes with Buffy. "Buffy," she said, her voice measured. "Tom is seconds away from annihilation."
Buffy nodded; the weight of responsibility clear in her eyes. "I know," she replied, her voice tinged with a mix of determination and worry. "But we can't just go in there without a plan. What would I tell Dawn if you got yourself killed?"
Piper chimed in, her voice carrying a touch of agreement. "She's right, you know," she added, her gaze shifting between her sister and niece.
Prue took a moment to gather her thoughts, her mind racing with possibilities. "Okay, freeze the demons," she instructed Piper, her voice steady. "Then we'll see if we can't do something about Kellman."
With their plan in motion, the five of them moved purposefully toward Kellman, Tom, the wrestler, and the other demons. "Tom!" Prue called out, her voice filled with concern, as Piper using her freezing power, immobilized the demons, excluding Kellman, Tom, and the wrestler.
Kellman, unimpressed, taunted them, his voice dripping with arrogance. "Your little parlor tricks may work on some of the newer boys, but the rest of us will be a little tougher," he sneered, revealing his eight chevrons as a display of power. "You girls are way out of your league down here. You have no idea."
Prue, undeterred, offered a confident smile. "Well, we know that you have a deadline, Mr. Kellman," she stated, her voice steady. "Time to deliver your recruits?"
Amid the tense exchange, a realization dawned on Kellman, his skepticism giving way to grudging admiration. "And you think you can stop me, hmm?" he mused, a hint of reluctant respect in his tone. "Think you can save him? I kind of admire that level of arrogance."
Prue's smile widened; her self-assurance unyielding. "Thanks. We kind of like to think of it as confidence," she retorted, her voice laced with determination.
Unfazed by their bravado, Kellman made his intentions clear. "Well, get over it. He's lost," he declared, a note of finality in his voice.
Tom, however, asserted his loyalty. "I made a deal. I stand by it," he stated, his resolve unwavering.
. "Now, you see that?" Kellman taunted. "Now, that's what I call a quick recovery. Knocked the humanity right out of him, and we got a perfect kill for him too."
In a daring move, Piper intervened, freezing Tom in place. "Uh, not if we put him on ice," she said. "Kind of hard to make him kill an innocent now, huh?"
Kellman, undeterred, ordered, "Unfreeze him!"
Piper defiantly refused. "Nope." As Kellman approached her, Buffy and Faith positioned themselves as obstacles, ready to defend their family. The standoff intensified as she made a bold proclamation. "If anything happens to me, he's gonna stay that way," she declared, her voice resolute.
Phoebe, standing beside Piper, leaned in, her voice a mere whisper. "Is that true?" she asked, seeking confirmation.
Piper met her sister's gaze, her resolve unyielding. "Yes," she affirmed; her voice filled with determination.
Kellman, skeptical of their resolve, dismissed their bluff. "You're bluffing," he challenged, his voice tinged with doubt.
Buffy stepped forward, her tone laced with a mix of confidence and caution. "Are we?" she inquired; her eyes locked with Kellman's.
"I'm listening," Kellman said.
Engaged in a high-stakes negotiation, Buffy proposed a risky exchange. "Alright, how about three witches and two Slayers in exchange for Tom's soul?" she offered, her voice steady.
Phoebe's reaction revealed her concern, her voice filled with apprehension. "Buffy!" she interjected, aware of the magnitude of the offer.
Prue, however, saw an opportunity in Buffy's proposal, her voice resonating with determination. "If we win, we get Tom back," she added, her resolve unwavering. "If we lose, you get Tom and the five of us. Risk one to gain six."
Kellman, intrigued by the prospect, contemplated their offer. "You really think you can win in the ring?" he questioned, a glimmer of curiosity in his eyes.
Prue, standing firm, met Kellman's gaze. "Well, you know, we don't really have much of a choice," she replied, her voice filled with steely resolve. "But if we do win, we don't go into the training program. We go free."
Kellman acknowledged their terms. "Did your homework," he acknowledged, his tone tinged with begrudging admiration. "Okay, you got a deal. You win, you go free. But if you lose, you die. I can't control what happens in the ring, only the Source can."
"Understood." Prue nodded, accepting the terms with unwavering determination. As she, her sisters, Buffy, and Faith moved to the side, they prepared themselves for the imminent confrontation.
Piper couldn't suppress her growing unease, her voice trembling slightly. "Hey, that bad feeling I was talking about?" she interjected, her words carrying a sense of urgency. "It's getting stronger."
Prue turned to address her sisters, Buffy and Faith, her voice urgent and resolute. "Alright, you need to stay here and keep Tom frozen, okay?" she instructed Piper. "Buffy, Faith, you two need to guard Piper. If anything happens, our bluff could be called."
Buffy and Faith acknowledged their roles, their voices filled with determination. "Okay," they affirmed in unison, ready to protect their friends.
Prue turned to Phoebe; the weight of their situation evident in her expression. "Okay, our powers seem to have a limited effect on these guys," she observed, her voice tinged with concern. "So, we're going to have to outmaneuver them…"
"Outsmart them, and keep our shoulders off the mat. Piece of cake." Phoebe, though apprehensive, sought to alleviate the tension with a touch of humor.
"I guess we're as ready as we're ever going to be," Prue said, her voice carrying a mix of nerves and determination.
Amidst the mounting pressure, Phoebe hesitated before deciding to reveal a long-kept secret to Prue, realizing that their lives were at stake. Sensing the gravity of the moment, she took a deep breath and approached her elder sister.
"Uh, Prue, there's one more thing," Phoebe began, her voice quivering with a mix of fear and determination. The tension in the room was palpable as she chose this critical juncture to disclose that Cole was still alive. Her words hung in the air, echoing in the silence.
Piper, incredulous at the timing, interjected with disbelief. "Now? Now is your perfect moment?" she exclaimed; her voice laced with frustration.
Phoebe sighed, knowing that their lives were on the line, and time was of the essence. "Piper, we might die in there," she pleaded, trying to justify her decision to share the truth in this dire situation.
Piper, though skeptical, recognized the urgency in her sister's voice. She softened her tone, trying to reason with Phoebe. "That doesn't mean you should tell her now," she cautioned, concerned about the emotional impact it would have on Prue.
Prue, sensing the weight of the conversation, turned her attention to Phoebe. "Okay, tell me what?" she inquired, her voice filled with curiosity, unaware of the bombshell about to be dropped.
Taking a deep breath, Phoebe summoned her courage and delivered the shocking revelation. "Cole is still alive. I never really vanquished him," she confessed, her words hanging in the air with a mix of trepidation and urgency. "Buffy and Dawn can confirm it, they were there."
Prue's reaction was one of shock and disbelief. "What?" Her eyes widened, and her breath caught in her throat as she grappled with the revelation. The room seemed to grow even darker as the weight of the truth settled upon her.
Meanwhile, Kellman, unaware of the emotional turmoil unfolding among the sisters, sought to even the playing field. "By the way, since three of you are witches and the other two are Slayers, I think it's only fair that I even the playing field."
Two towering wrestlers stepped forward, their massive frames and menacing presence dominating the room. Their voices boomed with aggression, "You look at this face! This is the face of pain and I'm the bringer of pain! And I'm gonna destroy you! You can cry for mercy but I don't know the meaning of the word!"
Prue, ever the pragmatist, couldn't help but shake her head at the spectacle before them. "Alright, and people think this is entertainment," she muttered under her breath, a mix of exasperation and disbelief.
Phoebe, noticing Prue's turmoil, reached out and touched her elder sister's arm, pulling her back from the emotional brink. Concern etched across her face; Phoebe sought reassurance. "Prue, are we okay?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine worry.
Prue, though far from being okay, mustered a resolute response. "Not by a long shot," she admitted, her voice laced with determination. "Look, Phoebe, it you waited till now to tell me about Cole in hopes that we would die and you wouldn't have to deal with me, you have another thing coming." She turned away, heading towards the ring, ready to face what awaited them.
Phoebe sighed, glancing at Buffy, Faith, and Piper, who were observing the unfolding drama. "I think that went well," she muttered, a touch of sarcasm in her voice, acknowledging the strained atmosphere.
Buffy, understanding the immense pressure Prue was under, spoke up, trying to offer some solace. "Mom has a lot on her mind," she offered, her voice empathetic.
Phoebe followed Prue into the ring, the weight of their predicament hanging heavily upon them.
"Alright, I am going to win this fight and save your ass," Prue told her baby sister. "That way I can kick it myself later." Her resolve burned brightly as she confronted the opponents in the ring. With a swift and powerful kick, she connected with both wrestlers, landing precise blows to their heads. Phoebe watched in awe as the wrestling match commenced, their fate hanging in the balance.
As the battle unfolded, Piper couldn't contain her anxiety. She paced nervously, her voice trembling with urgency. "Okay, oh god, oh god, come on, do something!" she pleaded, her desperation evident. "Get angry! Focus! Get motivated! Prue, listen to me. She lied to you big time. Big time lied to you. Come on, get angry! Come on, or else we're in big deep. Phoebe, she thinks you're a weakling, like, big time sucker for love. Oh god!" she implored.
Buffy noticed Kellman moving beside her and she turned to face him. "Back off." Unbeknownst to her, danger lurked behind her as a ball materialized and shot straight into her back, sending her crashing to the floor.
Faith, witnessing the attack, couldn't contain her rage. "Buffy!" she yelled. She lunged at Kellman, attempting to retaliate, but was quickly knocked back.
With a sinister smile, Kellman approached Piper, conjuring yet another ball. As Piper turned, a searing pain shot through her back as the ball struck her. She crumpled to the floor, vulnerable and injured. It was at that moment that Tom and the demons unfroze. He looked at Tom as Faith was getting to her feet. "Let's go see how mom's doing, shall we? Slammer. Yeah, baby." He and Tom made their way towards the elevator.
Meanwhile, one of the wrestlers pinned Phoebe to the mat as the ominous hole started to open, its dark void beckoning.
Faith, torn between pursuing Kellman or aiding Prue and Phoebe, grappled with her decision. Ultimately, her loyalty won out, and she sprinted towards the ring, leaping in to help her the family that had accepted her despite her past. With a swift kick, she dislodged the wrestler pinning Phoebe, allowing her to rise.
Phoebe, grateful for Faith's timely intervention, expressed her thanks. "Thank you."
"Go," Faith directed motioning toward Buffy and Piper. "Check on Buffy and Piper."
Nodding in agreement, Phoebe hopped out of the ring, racing towards her sister and niece, concern etched across her face.
In perfect synchrony, Faith and Prue launched powerful kicks, connecting solidly with the wrestlers' heads. The force of their blows sent the wrestlers crashing to the mat. They jumped on them pinning them there as the hole started to open.
"Alright, 1, 2, 3," said Prue as she and Faith rolled out of the way and the wrestlers fell into the hole. She and Faith ran over to Phoebe, Piper and Buffy.
"Anyone else want a piece of this?" asked Faith as the demons scattered.
"Prue, Faith, it looks really bad," Phoebe said with apprehension, voicing her doubts. "I don't know if we're going to make it to Leo."
Prue's determination remained unyielding as she reassured her sister and Faith, her voice filled with conviction. "Yeah, we will, come on," she asserted, rallying their spirits. With Prue and Phoebe supporting Piper between them and Faith carrying Buffy, they hurriedly made their way towards the elevator, their steps fueled by hope and resilience.
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Within the confines of Kellman's office, tension hung in the air like a heavy fog. Leo, filled with a sense of urgency, rummaged through Kellman's belongings, his eyes scanning for any clue that could aid in his search of Prue, Piper, Phoebe, Buffy or Faith. Just as his search intensified, the elevator doors slid open, revealing Prue and Phoebe carrying the limp form of Piper, followed closely by Faith cradling Buffy lovingly in her arms.
The sight of Leo's familiar face sparked a glimmer of hope in their eyes. "Leo!" Phoebe exclaimed; her voice filled with relief at the unexpected reunion.
Leo, taken aback but equally relieved to see them, wasted no time in addressing the dire situation. "What happened?" he inquired urgently; his concern palpable. Prue and Phoebe gently lowered Piper to the ground, while Faith carefully laid Buffy beside Piper, a sense of urgency evident in her voice.
"Hurry!" Faith pleaded; her voice tinged with fear. "I think Buffy's stopped breathing."
Recognizing the gravity of the moment, Leo swiftly moved to Buffy and Piper's sides. He pulled the magical orbs from their backs. With one hand hovering over Piper and the other over Buffy, he channeled his healing powers, a warm glow emanating from his palms. "It's working," he reassured them, a mixture of relief and determination in his voice.
Amidst the chaos, Faith couldn't help but voice her curiosity. "Okay, not that I'm not thrilled to see you, but what are you doing here, Leo?" she questioned, eager for answers.
Leo, momentarily pausing his healing efforts, met Prue, Piper and Faith's gazes. "I was looking for you," he replied, his tone carrying a sense of purpose. "I thought I'd start with Kellman."
Phoebe interjected, connecting the dots. "He's the recruiter," she stated, her voice tinged with realization.
Leo nodded, confirming his suspicions. "I figured. The Elders believe that the key to destroying him is to turn one of his recruits against him," he explained, his voice brimming with determination.
Phoebe wasted no time in formulating a plan. "So first, we have to figure out a way to save Tom," she declared, her voice resolute.
Prue offered a suggestion, her mind already racing with ideas. "Alright, so I'll call Morris, get him to bring Tom's mom to the Manor. Then we just have to figure out a way to get Tom there."
"Wait, you want them in the same house?" Phoebe asked, surprised.
Prue nodded. "Yeah, she's got to be the key to saving him, otherwise why would Kellman want Tom to kill her?"
"Okay, well, maybe I could figure out a way to tweak the lost and found spell again, lure him to the house. After all, Tom's a lost soul, right?" Phoebe proposed, her voice filled with a mix of determination and hope.
Concern etched on Faith's face, she interjected, seeking reassurance. "They going to be okay?" she questioned, her voice carrying genuine worry.
Leo, his focus unwavering, reassured Faith. "Yeah, go. I'll take care of Piper and Buffy," he assured them, his voice filled with a sense of unwavering dedication.
With renewed determination, Prue, Faith, and Phoebe turned their backs to the office, their footsteps echoing through the corridors as they embarked on their mission, united in their purpose.
Streets of Sunnydale
As the weight of their emotions hung heavily in the air, Prue, Phoebe, and Faith found themselves seated inside Prue's car, with Faith confidently assuming the role of the driver. The engine roared to life, ready to propel them forward on their perilous journey.
Sensing the urgency of the situation, Phoebe spoke up, her voice tinged with concern. "Prue, maybe we should talk about this first," she suggested, her eyes pleading for a moment of introspection amidst the chaos.
Prue, her mind already consumed with thoughts of taking down Kellman, responded without hesitation. "Yeah, we'll have to figure out how to take out Kellman on the way," she agreed, her voice firm and resolute.
Faith interjected; her tone laced with practicality. "That's not what she meant, Prue," she pointed out, her eyes briefly meeting Phoebe's in the rearview mirror. "And Phoebe, now is not really the time. Do it after we slay Kellman."
Phoebe, her shoulders slumping with a heavy sigh, attempted to convey the gravity of their situation. "What if we don't have any time? Look, we may not be able to defeat Kellman. We could lose," she confessed, her voice filled with a mix of fear and vulnerability.
Prue refused to entertain the notion of failure. "We won't lose," she asserted with unwavering conviction, her words carrying a resolute determination.
Seeking an understanding that eluded them in the heat of the moment, Phoebe pressed further. "How do you know that, Prue?" she questioned, her voice tinged with frustration. "All you want to do is save Tom, which is all I wanted to do for Cole."
Prue bristled at Phoebe's words. "Okay, Phoebe, don't try and turn this around on me, alright?" she retorted, her voice laced with a hint of defensiveness. "I'm not the one who kept secrets from you."
Phoebe's shoulders slumped, a weary admission escaping her lips. "I didn't tell you because I knew you wouldn't understand. You hated Cole," she confessed, her voice carrying a tinge of regret.
Faith extended her hand, silently requesting the car keys from Prue. Prue obliged, placing the keys into Faith's outstretched palm. With a determined resolve, Faith ignited the engine, setting the wheels in motion as they headed toward the Manor.
Prue, her eyes fixed on the road ahead, mustered the courage to address Phoebe's lingering doubts. "No, I didn't trust him, and I was right," she admitted, her voice a blend of bitterness and conviction.
Phoebe's exhalation was laden with weariness, her voice softening. "You never gave him a chance," she murmured, her words carrying a hint of sorrow.
Prue's voice held a steely determination as she defended her perspective. "He didn't deserve a chance," she asserted firmly, her tone unyielding.
Phoebe, her resolve wavering, considered Prue's words. "Oh, and what makes Tom deserve a chance?" she challenged, her voice a mixture of vulnerability and uncertainty.
Prue met Phoebe's gaze briefly, a sense of responsibility shining in her eyes. "First, because he started out good. He didn't start out trying to kill us," she explained, her voice tinged with a glimmer of hope. "Second, because he is Dawn's father, her biological father. Do you want to explain to her that we vanquished her father?"
Phoebe's admission was hesitant but heartfelt. "No," she confessed, her voice carrying a mix of guilt and concern.
Recognizing the need for a temporary respite from their tumultuous emotions, Prue sought a moment of respite. "Can we talk about this later?" she proposed, her voice tinged with a subtle plea for understanding.
Kellman's Office
As the healing energy flowed through them, Buffy and Piper experienced a sudden gasp, their bodies reacting to Leo's ministrations. Slowly, their eyes fluttered open.
With a glimmer of excitement, Piper broke the silence. "Hey, guess what?" she said when she spotted Leo. "I found Mom's ring," she announced, her voice carrying a hint of triumph.
Beside her, Buffy couldn't help but release a weary sigh, her voice tinged with a mix of exhaustion and resignation. "How many times do I have to die?" she mused, her words a testament to the countless battles she had faced, both mortal and supernatural.
Leo, ever the reassuring presence, offered a gentle response. "You didn't die," he reassured her, his voice brimming with unwavering support. "If you had, I wouldn't have been able to heal you." His words carried a comforting certainty, reminding her of her resilience in the face of adversity.
Halliwell Manor
As Darryl and Mrs. Peters cautiously stepped through the front door, eerie noises filled the air, creating an unsettling atmosphere that sent shivers down their spines. Mrs. Peters couldn't help but voice her concern, her voice laced with apprehension. "What was that? What are those noises?" she asked, her eyes darting around the room in search of answers.
Darryl, equally puzzled, shrugged in response to her query. "I'm not quite sure," he admitted, his voice reflecting his confusion. Just then, Prue, Phoebe, and Faith entered the room, their presence offering a sense of reassurance amidst the mysterious occurrences.
Grateful for their arrival, Prue acknowledged Mrs. Peters with a warm smile. "Thanks for coming, Mrs. Peters," she expressed, a glimmer of anticipation dancing in her eyes.
Perplexed, Mrs. Peters couldn't help but voice her confusion. "But I don't understand," she said, her voice filled with a mix of curiosity and concern, seeking answers amidst the swirling uncertainty.
Prue's smile remained, exuding a sense of quiet confidence. "You will soon," she assured Mrs. Peters before turning her attention to Darryl. Seeking vital information, she inquired, "Any sign of Kellman?"
Darryl's response was solemn, his head shaking slowly in denial. "No, but there are plenty of other signs," he shared, his tone weighed down by the gravity of the situation.
Phoebe, exhaling a weary sigh, couldn't help but interject with a touch of wry humor. "Uh-oh, seems like some lost souls were found," she remarked, her words carrying a mix of resignation and determination.
Realizing the urgency of the situation, Prue's voice took on a decisive tone. "Yeah, we need to reverse this spell quickly," she asserted, the weight of responsibility evident in her words.
Amidst the tension, a figure unexpectedly walked through the front door. It was Kellman, accompanied by Tom, Mrs. Peters' own son. The room filled with a sense of dread as Mrs. Peters called out, "Tom!" to her son, her voice filled with worry and desperation.
"No!" Darryl called out as he swiftly intervened, preventing Mrs. Peters from approaching Tom, sensing the danger that lurked.
Confusion and shock washed over Kellman's face as he noticed the presence of Prue, Phoebe, and Faith. Sensing an opportunity, Faith couldn't help but inject a touch of defiance into the moment. "Tag team," she declared, her voice filled with a mix of pride and determination. "Tagged Phoebe out, and then I helped Prue."
Prue, resolute and unyielding, added her own words to the fray. "And we're not done with you yet," she asserted, her voice carrying a tone of unwavering determination.
Kellman, desperate and defiant, clung to his last shred of control. "I told you it was too late to save Tom," he sneered, his words laced with bitterness. "But thank you for leading us to the victim. Kill her, Tom," he commanded, his voice dripping with malevolence.
In a shocking turn of events, Tom, torn between loyalty and love, faced an impossible choice. As emotions ran high, he hurled a fireball toward his own mother. Acting swiftly, Darryl stepped in, pushing Mrs. Peters out of harm's way.
Sensing an opportunity to appeal to Tom's humanity, Prue stepped forward, her voice filled with earnest sincerity. "Listen to me. Look at your mother," she implored, her words carrying a mix of empathy and hope. "Remember what it felt like to be human. Remember what it feels like to be loved."
With a cruel display of power, Kellman conjured a menacing ball near Mrs. Peters' vulnerable neck, while the lost souls continued to swirl around the room, adding to the chaos.
Phoebe, ever perceptive, sensed a looming threat. "Prue, we're about to have other problems from other worlds," she warned, her words laced with urgency.
"Mom! I'm home," Dawn called as she stepped through the front door.
In a moment of intense desperation, Prue turned to her daughter, "Dawn! Get down!"
Dawn, quick to respond, opened a portal and disappeared through it to her bedroom upstairs, seeking safety.
Amidst the chaos, Mrs. Peters, gripped by fear, called out to her son. "Tom? Help me!"
"Kill her, damn it," Kellman ordered.
Sensing a pivotal moment, Tom stood on the precipice of a life-altering decision. Kellman's commands echoed in his ears, urging him to commit an unspeakable act. But in a stunning twist, his hesitation lingered, and he defied Kellman's orders. With a sudden surge of determination, he seized the ball conjured by Kellman and flung it directly at him, piercing his chest with unwavering aim.
The room filled with a cacophony of lost souls, their presence swirling around Kellman, as if welcoming a newfound companion.
"What the hell is happening?" Faith wondered as she watched the lost souls fly around Kellman.
"I think there are some lost souls welcoming a new friend," Prue answered. That said she understood the need to quell this chaotic energy. Turning to her sister, she issued a command. "Get rid of them," she urged, her voice filled with a mix of urgency and resolve.
Phoebe, summoning her powers, chanted a spell with fervor. "I return what I didn't want to find, let it be out of sight, out of mind," she incanted, her words resonating with potent energy. As her incantation reached its climax, Kellman vanished, the lost souls dissipating alongside him. Simultaneously, the mark of Kellman's influence on Tom faded away, leaving him cleansed.
In the aftermath of the tumultuous battle, emotions ran high. Tom, overwhelmed with remorse, approached his mother, his voice trembling with regret. "Mom, I'm so sorry," he confessed, his words filled with genuine remorse and a newfound understanding.
"Dawn, can you come back down," Prue called up the stairs and a second later Dawn descended the staircase, amidst the emotional reunion.
Phoebe, noticing Dawn's descent, couldn't help but remark with a mixture of relief and admiration. "I guess some guys are worth saving after all," she quipped, her voice hinting at the depth of their recent trials.
"Tom, Mrs. Peters," Prue said, seizing the moment, as her daughter came to a stop beside her. "I would like you both to meet someone." Her voice carried an air of certainty as she revealed the truth. "This is Dawn Prudence Halliwell," she proudly proclaimed, her gaze shifting between her former boyfriend, his mother and Dawn. "She's your daughter, Tom."
Dawn, Tom and Mrs. Peters eyes widened in shock and disbelief at the revelation. Seeking reassurance, Tom directed his gaze toward Prue, his voice seeking confirmation. "You're sure?" he asked, his voice wavering with a mix of hope and uncertainty.
Prue's response was resolute, her unwavering gaze meeting Tom's. "One hundred percent," she affirmed, her voice carrying the weight of undeniable truth. "You were the only one I had been dating when I became pregnant with Dawn."
Overwhelmed with emotion, Mrs. Peters couldn't contain her joy any longer. A radiant smile graced her face as she pulled her long-lost granddaughter into a tight embrace, the years of separation melting away in that heartfelt moment. When she stepped back, Tom, still grappling with the enormity of the revelation, embraced Dawn, a newfound sense of familial connection binding them together.
Peters Home
Tom and Mrs. Peters sat in the cozy living room of their house, still reeling from the astonishing revelation that Dawn was Tom's biological daughter. The room was adorned with family photos, capturing cherished memories and reflecting the love that had always existed, unbeknownst to them, between them and Dawn.
Dawn, wearing a mix of excitement and nervousness, sat beside Tom on the couch, eager to forge a connection with the family she had never known. Mrs. Peters, her eyes brimming with tears of joy, couldn't help but study Dawn's features, finding glimpses of herself and her son within this young woman who now held such a significant place in their lives.
With a warm smile, Tom reached out and gently took Dawn's hand in his own, his touch conveying a mix of tenderness and newfound paternal affection. "I can't believe you're really here, Dawn," he murmured, his voice filled with awe. "I've missed out on so much."
Dawn's heart swelled with a mixture of emotions as she looked into Tom's eyes, sensing the depth of his love and regret. "It's never too late, Dad," she assured him, her voice tinged with understanding. "We have a chance to create new memories and build a relationship now."
Mrs. Peters, her emotions overflowing, placed a hand on both Tom and Dawn's shoulders, drawing them closer in a heartfelt embrace. "I never thought I'd have this opportunity, to hold my son and embrace my granddaughter," she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude. "I'm so grateful for you, Dawn."
As they spent the day together, laughter and stories filled the air, bridging the gap of lost time and weaving the threads of their shared history. Tom and Mrs. Peters listened with rapt attention as Dawn recounted tales of her life with Buffy, Piper, Prue, Phoebe, and Faith, feeling a sense of pride and belonging in knowing that she had become a remarkable young woman despite the challenges she had faced.
Tom, overwhelmed with gratitude, turned to Mrs. Peters, his voice filled with sincerity. "Thank you, Mom, for accepting Dawn into our lives," he said, his eyes welling up with tears. "I couldn't have asked for a more loving grandmother for her."
Mrs. Peters smiled warmly, her heart overflowing with love. "She is a part of our family, Tom, and we have so much love to give," she replied, her voice filled with unwavering devotion. "We have a lot of catching up to do, and I couldn't be happier to embark on this journey together."
March 6, 2002 – Wednesday
Halliwell Manor
The next morning, the Halliwell sisters and Leo gathered in the comfort of the living room, their attention fixated on the mesmerizing ring adorning Piper's finger. The room was bathed in a soft glow, casting gentle shadows on the walls, creating an atmosphere of warmth and intimacy.
Piper marveled at the exquisite beauty of the ring, her eyes sparkling with delight. "Isn't it just beautiful?" she exclaimed; her voice filled with awe.
Prue nodded in agreement, her gaze lingering on the ring. "Indeed, it is. It feels right, as if it has found its rightful place. And speaking of things falling into place, Tom is now with his mother, where he belongs."
Curiosity gleamed in Piper's eyes as she turned to her sister. "How is Dawn taking the news about her birth father? And how about Tom? It must be quite overwhelming for both of them."
A serene smile played on Prue's lips. "They are both happy, Piper. It's like missing puzzle pieces finally fitting together."
Phoebe chimed in; her voice tinged with reflection. "So maybe the spell wasn't such a bad thing after all."
Piper sighed, a hint of exasperation in her voice. "Are you kidding? We're going to have to hold a huge garage sale every Saturday for like the next three months to get rid of all the stuff that came back here."
Leo, attuned to the conversation, added his perspective. "Yeah. Who knows what trouble may have been caused if those lost souls had stayed around."
Phoebe, feeling a sense of responsibility, spoke up with determination. "Okay, okay, I will fit it."
Prue, contemplating a different matter, turned her attention to Leo. "Leo, is there a way to grant Buffy powers of her own? Maybe our own?"
Piper's eyes widened in surprise at the suggestion. "You want to make Buffy... Charmed? That's a bold idea."
Prue clarified her intention. "Not necessarily make her Charmed, but provide her with the means to protect herself against the demons we face. She's been lucky so far, but without your intervention, Leo, she could have died yet again, and you know what they say third times the charm."
Leo nodded, understanding the gravity of Prue's request. "There is a spell that can imbue an amulet with your powers. However, it requires a unanimous consensus among all of you."
Prue turned to her sisters, her gaze earnest. "I believe it's a worthwhile endeavor. What do you both think?"
Piper and Phoebe exchanged glances, a shared sense of conviction passing between them. "We're with you, Prue," they said in unison.
Leo, acknowledging their decision, offered his assistance. "I will retrieve the spell and guide you through the process. But remember, the outcome relies on your collective trust and belief."
Dr. Janice Green
Faith entered Janice's office, her face marked with a mixture of vulnerability and determination. The room exuded an air of comfort, with soft, muted colors adorning the walls and plush furniture inviting guests to relax and open up.
Janice looked up from her desk, her eyes widening with surprise upon seeing Faith. "Faith," she greeted, her voice tinged with curiosity. "Melinda informed me that you had made a solo appointment without Buffy, and I must admit, I was quite surprised. How can I assist you today?"
Taking a deep breath, Faith settled herself on the inviting couch, its cushions providing a sense of support. She locked eyes with Janice, her expression revealing a need to share her thoughts and concerns. "Before we begin, I just need to be certain: everything we discuss in here is confidential, right?"
Janice nodded, offering reassurance. "Absolutely, Faith. The conversations we have within these walls are protected by confidentiality. You can speak freely and trust that your words will remain between us."
Faith nodded as she looked at the psychologist who also happened to be a witch and knew about the supernatural. "The Lehanes aren't my birth parents, I was originally named Eris Darkholme," she said. "When I was five years old, my mom Ashara Bowen bound my powers, my witch powers that is since I had yet to be called as a Slayer. She hid me from my birth father, a Darklighter, known as Ronan Darkholme."
Janice leaned forward, her gaze filled with empathy and understanding. "Go on."
Faith let out a sigh. "I believe my father killed my mother looking for me. He wanted an heir, someone that would follow in his footsteps down the path of evil." Her words hung heavy in the air, the weight of her painful past palpable in the room. The soft glow of the lamp on Janice's desk cast a warm, soothing light that seemed to envelop them both, creating a safe haven for the difficult conversation that was unfolding.
Janice's eyes held a mixture of sympathy and curiosity as she absorbed Faith's revelation. The realization that Faith's lineage was entwined with darkness and a tragic loss added another layer of complexity to her already tumultuous journey. With a gentle nod, Janice encouraged Faith to continue, her presence a steady anchor in the storm of emotions.
"I never knew my mother, Ashara, well," Faith continued, her voice laced with a blend of sorrow and determination. "But from what I've gathered, she sacrificed herself to protect me, to keep me hidden from my father's grasp. She wanted to shield me from him."
Janice's voice carried a sense of reassurance as she responded, "It's evident that your mother's love for you was profound, Faith. Her actions speak volumes about her commitment to your well-being and her desire to protect you from the influence of your birth father."
Faith's eyes glistened with unshed tears, her emotions teetering on the edge of raw vulnerability. "I've carried this burden for so long," she confessed. "The fear that I inherited my father's darkness, that I'm destined to follow his path. But I don't want that. I want to choose my own destiny, to break free from the shadows that haunt me."
Janice reached out, placing a comforting hand on Faith's, a tangible connection that conveyed her unwavering support. "Faith, you are not defined by your lineage or your father's actions. You possess the power to shape your own narrative and forge a path that aligns with your true self. Your choices, your actions, they define who you are."
"Yet, in case you've forgotten from Buffy's sessions," Faith interjected. "I went to prison because I killed. That evil is inside me and it scares me. On top of that I'm afraid about what will happen if he finds me. He actually came close once."
Janice's touch remained steady and comforting, grounding Faith in the present moment as she listened attentively to her concerns. The soft illumination of the room enveloped them, casting gentle shadows on the walls, as if offering a sanctuary for the fragile emotions being laid bare.
With a compassionate smile, Janice acknowledged Faith's words, her voice filled with understanding. "Faith, I remember our discussions about your past, about the darkness you've confronted. But it's important to recognize that those actions do not define the entirety of who you are. You have already taken responsibility for your past deeds and have shown immense growth and a commitment to change."
Faith's eyes flickered with a mixture of remorse and fear, her vulnerability laid bare before Janice. The weight of her actions loomed heavily on her, a constant reminder of the darkness that had once consumed her. She took a deep breath, gathering the courage to continue sharing her deepest fears.
"Despite the progress I've made, that darkness still resides within me," Faith confessed, her voice tinged with a mixture of trepidation and self-reflection. "I'm haunted by the fear that I might lose control again, that I might succumb to the evil that lingers within. And knowing that my father is out there, searching for me, adds another layer of uncertainty and dread."
Janice's expression softened further, her eyes filled with empathy and a profound understanding of Faith's internal struggle. She maintained her reassuring touch, a symbol of solidarity and support. "Faith, your awareness of those fears is a testament to your strength. It takes great courage to confront our vulnerabilities and acknowledge the potential for darkness within ourselves. But it's important to remember that you have the power to choose differently, to transcend the patterns of the past."
Faith's gaze locked with Janice's, the intensity of her emotions radiating from her. "I want to break free from this cycle," she asserted, her voice carrying a newfound determination. "I don't want to be defined by my past or controlled by the fear of my father's presence. I want to forge my own path, one that aligns with the values I hold dear."
Janice nodded, her unwavering support shining through her gentle demeanor. "Faith, the journey you're embarking on is not easy, but you've already proven your resilience time and time again. We will work together to address those inner demons and develop strategies to overcome the challenges that lie ahead. Remember, you are not alone in this. Have you told Buffy?"
"No," Faith answered. "I told Prue and Piper, but that's it. I don't want to lay this burden on her for fear that if he learned she and I were dating that he could use her to get to me."
Janice's compassionate gaze held steady, her voice carrying a profound sense of understanding as she absorbed Faith's words. The room seemed to cocoon them, its gentle ambiance offering solace and a safe space to explore the depths of Faith's fears and uncertainties.
She nodded, acknowledging the weight of Faith's decision to confide in Prue and Piper while choosing to shield Buffy from the burden of her haunting past. Janice recognized the intricate web of emotions entwined within Faith's concerns, the delicate balance between love, vulnerability, and protection.
"I understand your hesitations, Faith," Janice responded, her tone filled with empathy. "Your desire to shield Buffy from this knowledge is driven by a genuine concern for her safety. It's a testament to your love and the lengths you're willing to go to keep her out of harm's way."
Faith's gaze met Janice's, her eyes flickering with a mix of apprehension and love. The weight of her secret relationship with Buffy, coupled with the looming threat of her father, cast a cloud of uncertainty over their connection. She longed for the freedom to fully embrace their love without the constant shadow of danger.
"But keeping this burden to yourself can also place a strain on your relationship," Janice gently pointed out. "Buffy is an incredibly strong and resilient individual. She has faced her own share of demons and challenges. While there may be risks involved, she deserves the chance to be there for you, to offer her support and stand by your side."
Faith considered Janice's words, realizing the truth in her perspective. A sense of longing and conflict danced within her, torn between her desire to protect Buffy and her yearning for a deeper connection built on trust and shared vulnerabilities.
"I don't want her to be a target because of me," Faith admitted, her voice laced with a mixture of fear and determination. "But I also don't want to deny our relationship the chance to grow, to thrive. I want to be honest with her, to let her in completely. It's just...I'm afraid of what my father might do if he discovers the truth."
Janice's expression softened further, her unwavering support shining through her comforting presence. "Faith, it's understandable to feel apprehensive. The fear of your father's actions is real, and it's crucial to prioritize your safety. We can work together to devise strategies that protect both you and Buffy while allowing your relationship to flourish."
She paused, allowing her words to settle before continuing. "Remember, Faith, trust and open communication are the foundation of any healthy relationship. It's essential to let Buffy decide for herself how much she can handle and to have faith, no pun intended, in her strength and resilience. Together, you can navigate these challenges and find a balance that works for both of you."
Faith absorbed Janice's guidance, her mind awash with conflicting emotions and the realization that honesty and trust were essential for the growth of their relationship. "Is it alright if I try and find the right time to tell her?"
Janice nodded; her eyes filled with encouragement as she acknowledged the weight of Faith's decision. The room seemed to cocoon them, the soft lighting casting a warm glow that mirrored the burgeoning hope within Faith's heart. She exuded an air of understanding and patience, providing the space for Faith to navigate the complexities of her emotions.
"Of course, Faith," Janice replied, her voice gentle yet resolute. "Finding the right time to have this conversation is crucial. It's important to choose a moment when both of you are in a calm and safe environment, where you can devote your undivided attention to each other."
She leaned forward slightly, her words carrying a subtle reassurance. "Take the time you need to gather your thoughts and feelings. Trust your intuition, and when the moment feels right, have an open and honest conversation with Buffy. Allow her the space to process the information and express her own thoughts and concerns."
Janice's guidance was accompanied by a sense of understanding, as if she had walked this path of vulnerability and love before. The room seemed to echo with the shared strength of countless souls who had faced similar challenges in relationships forged amidst the extraordinary.
"Remember, Faith," Janice continued, her voice laced with empathy, "honesty is a gift, and it allows for the deepening of trust and intimacy. Approach this conversation with love and vulnerability, and trust in the strength of your connection with Buffy. Together, you can navigate the complexities of your past and forge a future filled with understanding and support."
Faith took a deep breath, feeling a mixture of nervousness and determination course through her veins. The weight of her decision to share her truth with Buffy felt both daunting and liberating. With Janice's guidance and the knowledge that she had a support system to lean on, Faith felt a newfound sense of courage welling within her.
"Thank you, Janice," Faith said, her voice tinged with gratitude. "Your guidance means a lot to me. I will find the right time, and I will approach the conversation with love and honesty. I believe in Buffy and our connection. We've faced so much together, and I trust that we can navigate this too."
Janice offered a warm smile, her eyes sparkling with pride. "I have faith in both of you, Faith. Remember, I'm here to support you every step of the way. You are strong, resilient, and deserving of love and happiness."