AS TIME GOES BY
Part 24
Synopsis: Willow and Tara have a baby but it's destined to be the Guardian and they're trying to block that prophecy and in so doing save three good souls from ending their own lives and Faith's involved in all sorts of ways, not the least of which is a serious jonesin' for Buffy. Also of note: Xander has cooties.
Pairings: Willow and Tara; Pomp and Circumstance
Disclaimer: I had a farm in Africa...but I never had these characters.
Distribution: So long as the material is distributed in lead-free containers...and acknowledgement is given.
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Willow gripped Tara's hands tightly. Downstairs she could hear Kyra and Buffy laughing.
"This is our loophole, Baby," she said excitedly. "This is how we give the royal kiss-off to the Powers That Wanna Be." She scrambled to her feet, half pulling Tara after her. "C'mon. We gotta let the others know." In two steps, she had crossed to their bedroom phone and punched 4 on the speed dial.
"Hello, and thank you for calling--"
"Giles, it's Willow."
"Willow, is something wrong?" The Watcher's voice grew tense.
"No, everything's OK. Well, not
OK, obviously, because there's a Big Bad on the loose and five of us have been this close to suicide in the past three days but--"
"Willow, you know I'm concerned about my advancing age. Please don't let me die before you reach your point. You'd never forgive yourself."
"Oh yeah. Right. OK, Tara and I contacted the Anadeis and got more information." The exchange, and its contents, tumbled over and through her mind. She bit her lip against the fear.
Focus. "I need you to come over when you close up the shop."
"Of course. Would you like us to come over now? Faith and Dawn are with me."
"No, Buffy's still here. I'll leave a message on Xander's cell phone. Thanks, Giles." She rang off and turned expectantly to Tara, whose earlier determination now seemed dimmed.
"Tara? Baby? What is it?"
"Willow, what do we do?" Her beloved's voice was thick with fear.
"We'll figure it out." How many times had she uttered those words?
Sometimes I even believe them.But Tara was shaking her head. "How? We're no closer to figuring this out than we ever were. Yes, we have some minor details but if it goes off in search of three other people, we have no way of stopping it." She hesitated, and Willow could suddenly see the pallor in the beautiful face. "Willow, it works so quickly. God, the only reason
we're alive is because the Anadeis sent Faith and
you are pretty much a genius."
Willow just stared at her helplessly. Tara was right. What
could they do? Unless it attacked another of them, they had no way of finding it.
What does "finding it" even mean?They had no idea if it took physical form; no idea how it infected its victims. But what could they do--just sit back and hope somebody else did something? The thought was alien to her. And even if they surrendered in this battle, Kyra would still be drafted into the later war.
"I don't know, Tara," she practically whispered. "But...But we have to stay focused. We have to stay focused, and..." She trailed off. And what? All she knew was that if she let herself register the full scope of this task, she might collapse. "We...we have to--"
We have to what?She stared helplessly at her mate.
Tara reached for her suddenly, eyes glistening. "Oh God, Will...I'm so sorry. You had to drag me through this whole deal. I didn't want to look. I didn't want to know. And you knew we
had to ask." Tara's voice broke, and then she squared her shoulders and stared intently into Willow's eyes. "Sweetie, it's OK. I'm with you. We'll figure it out."
Willow sank into the warm arms as she heard her own words echoed back to her.
"We're her mothers, Willow. We'll protect her."
She just nodded into Tara's shoulder. They stood there, huddled together for several minutes, until Tara finally pulled back and looked at her steadily. "Let's tell Buffy."
Now she's trying to keep it together for me. They walked down to the living room to find the Slayer on the floor fending off several dive bombings from Kyra, in which Kyra herself was the projectile of choice. As if by unconscious agreement, Willow and Tara halted in the doorway and watched their daughter tumbling over and into and onto the Chosen One.
"OK, you need to work on your stealth, because giggling when you attack? Not the best strategy. On the other hand, they'll probably be so busy cooing over you that you'll dust 'em before they can say, 'Oh, isn't she cute?'"
"Our daughter will not fight!"
This is what Willow wanted to say. But then she felt Tara's hand on her arm, and looked at her partner. Tara slowly dragged her gaze to meet Willow's eyes, and in her own there was something Willow couldn't read...Sadness? Fear?
"And another thing: you have to learn to tell when someone's trying to sneak up on you. Lots of things give people away...Sometimes you can pick out their perfume. Like, if someone always wears sandalwood, you'll know if she's standing in the doorway watching you."
Buffy turned and fixed them with a blinding smile. Willow, though, was too busy trying not to cry as Kyra ran toward them.
"Mommymama!" She said it as if it were one name; as if they were one parent.
Buffy had expanded her sixth sense repertoire to include feelings. "Will? What is it?"
She couldn't speak. She simply gathered her daughter up in her arms and held her tightly. Kyra, usually so animated, didn't struggle against the desperate embrace.
I'll just hold her like this for the next ten years. I won't let her go and this won't happen."Sweetie, I'm going to fix Kyra a snack, OK?" Tara's voice wrapped itself around Willow's breaking heart like a velvet cord, binding it gently back together. A look into the endless blue eyes told her that Tara herself felt anything but calm. Her hands were steady, though, as she scooped Kyra into her arms and kissed her fiercely on the cheek.
Kyra shot a questioning look between her mothers, eyes wide and trusting.
She reads us like a book. And she assumes that whatever it is, we'll make it OK.Her arms felt achingly empty the moment Kyra shifted into Tara's embrace and they turned toward the kitchen. She suddenly had no idea what to do with her hands.
This is ridiculous. They're in the next room."Willow." Buffy's voice sliced through her paralysis. "Talk to me."
Drawing a shaky breath, Willow turned to her best friend. "Kyra's supposed to fight." The words shifted the floor beneath her and she sank into a chair for fear of dropping where she stood.
Buffy stared at her, then scrambled over to kneel before the chair. "What do you mean?" she asked urgently, squeezing Willow's hands. "She's supposed to fight?"
The room gradually stopped spinning.
My partner and my child are in the kitchen. My best friend is right here. I can do this.She made herself meet Buffy's eyes. "The Anadeis...We summoned them and they said they sent her to us to watch over and raise until she became..." Here she faltered. Buffy just sat silently, though the pressure of her fingers told Willow that her patience was hard-won. "Until she became the Guardian. It's this woman who's supposed to watch out for and protect some other women...Women who are going to become very strong and--I don't know--change the balance of power, somehow. Anyway, Kyra's supposed to protect them from all of the bad guys who will not be thrilled by this development."
Am I talking in future tense or conditional tense? There was something meaningful in the difference, but she would not allow herself to think about what it might be.
Buffy exhaled slowly. "God, Will..."
"God. Goddess. Any number of deities. All of whom apparently feel the absolute right to muck with our lives." Anger crested again, rushing through her blood.
"And this is related to the Big Bad?" Buffy asked, still holding Willow's hands.
"Oh yeah. That's another little sliver of joy. We pretty much knew this guy was part of the prophecy that Wesley found, right? Well, Kyra's apparently the new light. He takes his ten souls, and she graduates to Guardian."
"What? At the age of one, Kyra becomes a master fighter?" Buffy's voice was incredulous.
"Oh, of course not. And of course they're not going to send an adult to do this, one who can make her own choices. What fun would that be? OK, so here comes Dish Number Three in the Buffet of Big News: Faith's not here by accident. Apparently she's
Kyra's protector and...mentor, I guess, until Kyra's old enough to fight."
Buffy sat back slightly, her face a tilting mosaic of emotions, many of which didn't go well with each other.
She's hurt that it's Faith and not her. Willow wasn't surprised, but this was hardly a focus for her right now.
Apparently Buffy realized this as well. She leaned forward again, her face grim. "What else did they tell you? Does she have super-powers? Will the Anadeis be looking out for her?"
Willow felt rustration rolling through her. "Apparently she has--or will have--extra strength and resiliency, but they couldn't guarantee her safety. No, they just plunk an infant down in the middle of their grand plan and sit back."
Buffy gave a derisive snort. "Ever notice how all the big names in the mystical world never actually put their
own lives on the line? They're more than happy to deploy any and all of us, but somehow they're always just...
unavailable for the actual fighting."
"Tara and I
chose to get involved with all of this. We knew the risks. But Kyra...Buffy, she's just a baby." She broke off at the sound of laughter from the kitchen.
Again, she felt the reassuring grip of her best friend's hands. "Willow, we'll stop this thing. Kyra doesn't become the Guardian until this Big Bad gets it ten good souls, right?"
Willow nodded. "They said if it
didn't--and they were definitely
not excited about that plan--Kyra would turn out to be like any other kid. Only cuter and smarter," she added, then said sheepishly, "I sort of made up that last part myself."
The Slayer flashed a defiant smile. "You mean we have the chance to piss off a Big Bad
and a trio of wannabe puppeteers? If I weren't wearing silk, I'd drool."
Willow's answering grin was weak but sincere. "I doin't know what I'd do without you, Buffy," she said suddenly, gratitude spilling over her heart.
"And that's what I call the Queen Mother of Rhetorical Questions," her best friend answered easily. "OK, so we have to find a way to stop Sunnydale's latest visit from Some Scary Place Not Found on Any Triple-A Map."
Willow's earlier helplessness returned with a vengeance. "How, Buffy? We have no idea how to stop this thing."
Buffy tossed her head. "Yeah, yeah...A few years ago we had no idea how to stop the Mayor, who turned into a giant snake that snapped up people like Triscuits. We had no idea how to stop Adam, who squashed everything we threw at him. How were we
ever going to stop Glory? She was a
god, for Peter, Paul, and Mary's sake. And out of all of them, who now walks the earth in stylish yet tasteful apparel?"
WIllow gave an uneasy glance at her own outfit: Hello Kitty meets Benny's Thrift Store.
"OK, scratch that," Buffy said, following her gaze. "Who now gulps mochas with a regularity that would clearly suggest addiction if we were inclined to label people?"
"That would be all of us," Willow promptly replied.
"Exactly," Buffy nodded. They sat quietly for a moment, sharing a look that captured what seven years of shared triumph and heartbreak can render.
A rustle from the doorway broke the moment. Willow looked up to see Tara smiling at them, one eyebrow slightly arched. "Buffy, if you're proposing to my life mate, I really do have to protest."
"And risk an ass-kicking by an
uber-witch? I'm no fool." Buffy rose gracefully and walked over to where Tara stood, cradling Kyra protectively in her arms. She wrapped mother and daughter in a tight, quick embrace. "We can do this," Willow heard her whisper.
There were moments of perfect beauty in the midst of perfect terror.
"Bub!"
And there were moments of perfect timing. Buffy pulled back and groaned. "It's
Buh-fee," she said emphatically, and turned to Willow. "You teach her to do this, don't you?"
"If I say yes, is the proposal off?"
Somehow we will get through this.They spent the next forty-five minutes playing with the unbearably cute child before them, who gave no appearance of being at all concerned with prophecies and Guardianship and balances of power. All she had to do was whatever she wanted, and she was infinitely adored for her choices.
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By the time Giles, Faith, and Dawn arrived, Willow had let herself believe once more that success was possible. She had left a message on Xander's cell phone, giving no details but asking only that he come over when he and Anya could do so. She wondered how the ex-vengeance demon was coping with her grief.
Kyra had gone down for a quick nap. ("Not too long," Tara cautioned, "or we'll never get her to sleep tonight.") This fact made conversation easier in its execution, but not in its content. Willow and Tara repeated what they had been told, up until the point about Faith.
The group's reaction was, as she had anticipated, outraged. "She's a baby," Dawn said, incredulous. "How could they pin this on a baby?"
"I've noticed that ostensibly higher powers often show utter disregard for those actors whom they cast in their roles," Giles said, frowning.
For her part, Faith kept glancing upstairs as if wishing she had visual proof of Kyra's well-being. Buffy leaned over and said quietly, "Nothing's gonna happen to her. Those freaks want her as safe as we do."
Faith shook her head in disdain. "If they're all about you two raising her, why'd they almost let you die?"
Willow exchanged a quick look with Tara. "Funny you should mention that," she began hesitantly. She could see Faith tensing with the words. "Seems you're part of this little prophecy as well."
Faith looked from Willow to Tara and back again, shock written on her face. After a moment, though, it was replaced with something else.
Pride.
"So...I'm part of a prophecy," she mused. "Little ol' me, part of a prophecy. Kinda makes a girl wanna get new clothes." She turned to Buffy with exaggerated formality. "Hello, my name is Faith. I play a vital role in an ancient prophecy."
"Oh God, we're gonna be hearing about this for awhile, aren't we?" Buffy muttered.
"No need for a huff, Buff," Faith said placatingly. "I'm sure you're very important here, too." She looked back at Willow, her expression quickly turning serious. "So what exactly do I do? And please say it involves kicking ass."
"Well, they said that it was no coincidence you were here. Like, they knew you could save me and I could save Tara." She hesitated, unsure how to phrase it all.
"And I'm not exactly going out on a limb here when I say there's something else, right?" Faith asked, impatience edging into her voice.
"No, you're not. They said that Kyra wouldn't become the Guardian until this Big Bad takes ten souls. And after that, she'll need to be taught...How to fight, things like that."
"What--I'm not in charge of etiquette?" Faith asked. "I'm shocked, and a little hurt, I gotta say." She shook her head sadly, and then her expression turned all business. "And now--as much as you don't wanna say it...what else?"
Tara gazed at Faith, her eyes clear and gentle. "They said that you would protect her. That...that you would sacrifice your life if it were necessary."
Faith merely tightened her lips and nodded slightly.
She was expecting this. Buffy, though, looked as though someone had slapped her. "What do you mean, sacrifice her life?"
The Dark Slayer replied casually, "That means if push comes to shove, I push the kid out of the way and shove the bad guy down the stairs."
"And you go with it," Buffy replied, so quietly that Willow could barely hear her.
What's going on inside your head? What in goddess' name are you feeling?Faith just looked at her steadily. "Like you wouldn't do the same thing, B."
They exchanged a stare-down for the ages, until Buffy finally crossed her arms and turned to Willow. "Did these invisible Gorgons say that Faith has to work alone? Or does she get to have a lovable sidekick whose wacky hijinks lend some much-needed levity to the drama?"
Willow looked at Tara, then back to her best friend. "I...I don't know. Faith, we haven't even asked if you
wanted to be involved in all of this."
Faith shifted her weight onto one foot and tossed her hair--a move Willow now recognized as designed to convey a nonchalance she didn't feel. "Hey, if the wenches on high said I'm supposed to protect her, I'm supposed to protect her."
"Right," Buffy snorted. "Because you always do what you're supposed to do."
Faith ignored this. "OK, so how long a gig we talkin' about?"
"Um...they weren't really clear about that."
Because we sorta hung up on them. "I got the impression it wasn't exactly a weekend seminar type of thing."
Even as she spoke, Willow realized that Faith would gladly stay for as long as possible.
"And then it hits me--I'm so fuckin' glad to have a reason to stay, I coulda died." To belong? To be close to Buffy? To know, beyond a doubt, that she had a good and critical role to play? Willow was amazed that Faith could maintain anything even approximating neutrality.
"Yeah, well, I'll have to get an extended leave from Angel, then...Like, a
really extended leave."
Things shift so much. Now Angel's a role player."But the point is pretty effin' moot, right?" she continued. "Because we're gonna stop this joy-suck guy before he gets his next three white hats, so the prophecy gets bumped off the rails and Kyra grows up learning how to change tires, not change the world. Right?"
"That's the plan," Tara said quietly.
"Does this prophecy say anything about me turning the prophecy on its ear? 'cuz that would be pretty cool." Faith's voice held its old swagger.
"No," Willow replied quickly. "In fact, the Anadeis were not even remotely excited when we brought up what would happen if we stopped this."
"Pissin' off the higher-ups?" Faith asked, delighted. "That's my kind of fun." Willow caught Buffy's quick nod.
You are more alike than either of you realize. Her attention, though, was diverted by a knock at the door, followed by Xander and Anya letting themselves in. They were both dressed in dark clothes. Willow noticed that Xander's hand never left his wife's back.
She forced herself to remember that other people were hurting as well. "Anya--hey. Thanks for coming. How are you doing?"
The ex-vengeance demon looked at her through red-rimmed eyes. "I've been better. But I'm certainly better than Trevor's partner right now. I don't even know how the man is standing." She glanced at her husband. "I've already told Xander that if he hurts himself, I'll dig him up and kill him all over again."
Xander smiled gently at his wife, and then looked at the group and shrugged. "Who could resist that sales pitch?"
"We really appreciate you both coming over," Tara said, stepping over to offer Anya a hug. "I know this has been a hard day."
Even in the middle of this, she remembers to be kind."Well, your message sounded pretty urgent, Will," Xander replied. "And even if you hadn't called, we would have come over." He sighed heavily, exchanging a grim look with Anya. "We have some news of our own."
Oh, goddess..."It got Number Eight this afternoon."
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To Be Continued