Everyday things happen but somehow she cant keep from thinking her life always has the potential for disaster.
They left and not happily either. Sebastían had more than a little attitude to which my first reaction was quiet surprise. He knew better than that or at least he had. I guess two years makes a big difference and my Dad was smart enough to realize that. He didn't say anything besides the look he threw my way. He obviously expected me to take care of this- this… fit?
Ryan clamped his mouth shut and turned around without a look or word. Smart move on his part because the last thing I wanted was to let him know exactly who was in charge of disciplining my son.
As hard as it's been to keep- for us to- being apart so much of the time hasn't been that hard for me. I mean, yes I do miss him and I wonder what he's doing, if he's ok but its not like I want him here all the time. Ok, that's a lie, not completely but of course I'd like it if he was around more often but when he does come home I'm happy to see him. I don't think I'd feel the same if we had to see each other every day. You know what they say about absence making the heart fonder. They knew what they were talking about besides, I've been on my own too long for a guy to just walk in and start throwing his weight around.
Of course he wanted to say goodbye before he left so Sebastían ran around the hotel finding everyone he could though after the first mystical pregnancy I kept him away from Cordelia. Last time we had one of those here Darla wanted to eat him.
Watching Angel accept the handshake and then an impulsive hug from Sebastían was enough to put a smile on my face. Angel looked to be in pain the way he grimaced, awkwardly patting the top of Bastían's head. Lorne was much easier considering the warm hearted nature of his. First impression aside I understood Fred's comment.
"That's just Lorne." The skinny girl told me. My mouth fell open. I could feel my face heat and my hands clutched the bar even tighter. "But he wouldn't hurt a fly! Really."
I laughed at the memory and let Sebastían say his goodbyes to Wes and Fred who were still in the lobby researching mystical pregnancies.
"There's never an end to the book part of the job." Wes nodded knowingly at my comment and I was glad I was busy just then because I was sure to find myself hitting the books later.
"Those guys are pretty good, watch 'em whenever you get a chance and when you come home you can show me what you learned. We'll compare notes." Gunn said high fiveing Sebastían.
"There will be no fighting." I stated glaring at Gunn and giving Sebastían a warning look. "None."
That night Sebastían lay in my bed asking questions about everything he could think of. He asked about the Hell's Angel's, about Connor and why he was so big. He avoided asking about the rift between Father and son, then he asked about Angel.
Why had he been locked in the cage in the basement, why they hadn't been allowed to talk to him and about all the fighting. That led to questions about me. How I got so strong and how come I didn't get hurt like before.
I'd forgotten about that. The barge and the Nahdrahns wanting to chop off Fred's head. That was the first time I'd actually gotten involved in their little war. I realized I was mortal and like any other I was fragile, so much that I would die and somehow I didn't think I'd die in bed at the ripe old age of… well, old.
I told him about the runes, even showed him the one on my wrist. His little fingers traced the pattern watching it shimmer as he turned my wrist under the lamp light.
"When do I get mine?"
I didn't know what to say. After a long moment of silence he looked at me. In the dark his eyes looked black, deep pools of knowledge and I was amazed. He was just so young…
'He's not a baby anymore.'
No, he's not and that's why I did it.
With a faint smile I got up and went to the oaken cabinet in the corner. Sebastían followed me watching attentively as I set out the items we would need. He followed my directions correctly as I walked him through the steps and when the rune steamed on the platter as it had for me he had the first misgivings.
"Will it burn?" he asked wide eyed.
"No, it doesn't burn." I replied but I did warn him. "It's going to hurt, though. You don't have to, Bastían-."
"You did. I saw the one on your back."
Well, there was no denying it. Before he changed his mind Sebastían slipped off his t-shirt and held out his shoulder for me. I shook my head clasping my hands in front of me.
"You have to do this on your own, Bastían."
With a disgruntled frown he sucked in a breath and quickly picked up the rune. His eyes went wide with surprise at the cool metal.
"Don't forget the words."
At least now he's protected not that I'm happy my 10year old has what any normal person would consider a tattoo. God what the hell was wrong with me? My Dad's going to kill me when he sees it. I laughed knowing that was the least of my worries what with the constant barrage of messages pouring out of my machine. Dante was pissed off, threatening to sue me for the bruises I gave him, not to mention the scorch marks.
"Quien le va a creer al pendejó!" I couldn't help the wide grin just thinking about how he was going to explain the burns.
I headed down stairs into the lobby and seeing the gang huddled inside Angel's office I went there. Had this been two years ago I would have hesitated before barging in but after everything that's happened… well, it's not like they're good at keeping secrets.
"What's with the D&D?" I asked gently tugging on Lorne's hooded cape. He turned around all smiles and surprisingly sans drink.
"I'm heading out to do some hocus pocus so I can get my mojo in order."
"That's great." And I meant it. I had a little favor to ask of him once he did. I hugged Lorne before he left. The others looked tired and down trodden except for Cordelia who had this smile lurking at the corners of her mouth. She had one hand absently rubbing at her writhing belly and I noticed no one was paying attention to this.
'This isn't normal.'
'Of course not but they are mortals, too intent on their internal tragedies to take notice of the world around them.'
'Oh like you know all about that.'
"Fucking Od VaiLumin." I muttered sending Angel an apologetic smile as he looked my way. "I'm heading out. I thought I could take a look around see if there are any stragglers."
"Be careful." Was all he said before going back to his sketch pad. Well, I hadn't expected much of a reaction but it would have been nice if any of them had expressed more than a passing glance in concern for my well being.
"Gotta be the runes."
"Are you kidding me!" there were four of the robed freaks around me all brandishing wicked looking knives with a curved blade.
"Aah!" the scream broke through the fog of concentration and one of those knives cut through the leather on my right forearm. I grunted holding in the pain. The next swipe went past my face and grabbing the wrist I swung under puling the body in front of me as another blade sank into his chest. The knife from my dead shield stuck in one blind eye and both fell dead. The Sai slipped out of the sheaths silently and ducking under another slash I came up, left arm coming across his chest while my right cut through the others neck. They were dead and I was running to the screaming girl before either hit the ground.
I could see her hanging from the fire escape and another robed priest, knife glinting in the night, about to use the blade. I pulled the baby eagle from my back and fired three times. She screamed again as the body toppled over the side. He must've grabbed onto her because the girl lost her grip and hung hapzardly by one hand.
"Hold on!" I yelled up. "Don't let go, I'm going to help yo-." The body splattered just as another one climbed out onto the fire escape. I fired again and he slumped there while the girl, still screaming, finally lost her hold on the rail.
"Shit!" I shoved the gun back in the holster sheathing the Sai as I ran to get under the girl. Her slight weight fell in my arms heavier than I thought and we sank into the gravelly ground.
I held her tightly to my chest fighting her panic at swimming through this yucky mass of stones. You'd think stone was stone anywhere you go but in a city the stone is polluted. There are so many chemicals thrown into the mix the texture is so rough I feel like I'm scraping against a cheese grater and the color… The color isn't the cool silver gray, almost translucent and beautiful-no, I have to trudge through this puky ash gray. Did I mention it's difficult to swim through? It's tiring and the girl is freaked out enough.
I tired quickly, more than usual and had to get out. Once above ground she rolled away from me crying and sobbing as she swiped at her arms and face. She behaved as though the stone would cling to her like some sort of leech. I just hung my head shaking it as I panted for breath. Glancing up I noticed I'd brought us to the Shelby. Well, I couldn't complain. I was half way home now.
I got to my feet tiredly and yanked the kid to hers still crying.
"Shut up already." I snapped more than annoyed by her dramatic panic. "You're making me wish I'd let them have you."
Her eyes went wide but she quickly sucked in the next wail that was gonna come out of her mouth.
"Good, get in." I pushed her to the door and she obediently climbed in. "God, I'm a fucking baby sitter now."
The blessed silence was cut short with her questions.
"What where those?" I tried to ignore her but she asked again and then she wouldn't look away from me.
"Bringers or so I was told."
"They wanted to kill me!" she screeched. "I didn't do anything! I don't even know what I did." I could see she was going to start with the crying again and to avoid that I opened my mouth. I should've learned my lesson.
"It's what you haven't done and could possibly do one day that makes them want to kill you."
"What?" she looked at me like I was crazy. Me. I couldn't help the laugh. "Why are you laughing? They were trying to kill me!"
Like I didn't know that already. I'm the one explaining to her the why and she thinks I'm loony.
"And they'll try again until you are dead."
"But why?" she clutched at her head practically yanking her hair out.
"You are a Potential. One of the many girls in line to receive the power of the Slayer." Now she really thought I was crazy. "Look, I'm not the one who got you in this mess. You want someone to blame, blame the Powers That Be. They're the ones meddling in your life and you'll have the Watchers council on your back as well."
"What's your name?" the question caught her off guard and for a moment she looked like she didn't know what it was.
"Sabine." She looked at me and I noticed how young she looked. "Sabine Andreas."
"You're just a child…" I murmured then took my exit.
"I'm thirteen." She bit back with some heat. That was good, I nodded, maybe this one wouldn't die, too soon.
"There's someone I want you to meet. Some one who can explain this better than I can so you better listen."
"She's a what?" Wes asked in shock. He glanced past my shoulder to the lobby where Sabine sat uncomfortably glancing around the lobby. I bet she half expected another one of those bringers to jump at her with a knife.
"A Potential. Look, Wes I don't know what to tell her about what she is and is meant to do but you do. You were a Watcher so…" I waved towards Sabine. "Watch her."
He raised a sardonic eyebrow at my poor attempt at a pun but I shrugged it off.
"I was relieved of my position in case you didn't know." He replied dryly though he did look at Sabine with more interest.
"I don't care and if they were stupid enough to fire you that's their loss. They have no idea the man they gave up and that's our gain. Right now that girl needs whatever guidance you can give her." his look was appreciative of the praise but I wasn't bullshitting. The Council had made a mistake in letting him go.
"She doesn't belong here." Angel replied quietly from his seat. It was the first time he'd spoken since I came in with the kid. He looked at me then straightening in his seat. "You need to get her to Buffy. She'll know what to do."
"But-." I didn't want to go. Why did I have to go? Just cuz I happened to find the kid? How fucking fair is that! I already saved her life now I gotta go drop her off too?
Angel stood up moving purposely around his desk. "We have other matters to take care of."
"Of course, evil pregnant Cordy, about to spawn some hell beast into the world." I sighed throwing my hands up in defeat. "What could top that?"
At Angel's cold look I nodded acceptance. "Ok, I'm going but," I grabbed Wesley's arm pulling him with me. "He's gotta give her the basics before I do."
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