FIC: Trinity's Child 3/?

[CDRERamius@xxxxxxx]

TITLE: Trinity's Child 3/?
AUTHOR: Tony McD
EMAIL: cdreramius@xxxxxxx
DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to Joss Whendon, Mutant Enemy, WB and 
others. This is for fun, not profit.
SUMMARY: Sequel to Terra Australis Incognito. 17 years on Buffy, Xander, 
Willow, and their child must face very different evils to save the world 
(again).
SPOILERS: None really. AU.
RATING: MA 15+ (Australian system)
AUTHORS NOTES: He who laughs last, usually doesn't get it.

Trinity's Child 3/?

"WAKEY, WAKEY!!!! RISE AND SHINE!!!! ARGHHHH!!!!" Buffy yelled into 
Xander's ear from a distance of about six inches. With a startled snort and 
the mad flailing of limbs, Xander bounced out of bed and grabbed his alarm 
clock, holding it like a weapon, ready to defend himself.
He calmed down a little when heard Buffy's laughter and looked at the 
clock in his hands.
"What the hell are you doing? Scaring me half to death at this ungodly 
hour?" Xander demanded. Buffy controlled herself enough to speak.
"Just continuing our tradition of wonderful wake up calls." she said 
to Xander. Groaning, Xander recalled that it was in a way his fault.
It all started when the three of them spent a few days on one of the 
navy's ships. They sat through the safety briefing which detailed all the 
hazards they could face on board and what they had to should something bad 
happen. It was a very long brief.
Willow, for her part, had freaked a little when she heard all the ways 
she could meet a nasty end. Sure, she had a level of invulnerability, but did 
that cover drowning?, or toxic gasses?, or electrocution?, or being cooked 
like microwave dinner by the ships radars?, or...
It took both Buffy and Xander a few minutes to reassure her that she 
would be OK and she and nothing to worry about. It was about an hour after 
Willow fell asleep in her bunk (which was also called a coffin due to the 
fact that it felt like you were laying in one) when Xander got an idea for a 
practical joke. He told Buffy his plan and she agreed.
They both donned the emergency air supply masks and crept over to the 
sleeping Willow. They both then shook Willow and started yelling "Gas! Gas! 
Gas!". Willow tried to sit up at a speed guaranteed to generate a sonic boom, 
but smacked her head on the top of her coffin bunk. Add this to the fact that 
she had two figures in gas masks yelling at her about gas in the cabin, meant 
that the expression on her face was priceless. So Buffy and Xander thought. 
But it took Willow a few days to see the funny side of it.
Since then, the three of them had been pulling all sorts of practical 
jokes on their sleeping significant others. The last one saw a bugler play 
reveille in a sleeping Buffy's room.
Putting down his alarm clock, Xander looked at Buffy for a moment, 
then smiled as he saw the funny side of it. He could always laugh at himself, 
a quality shared by his Aussie mates.
"OK, for that, Miss Summers, I'm cooking you breakfast." he said and 
headed down to the kitchen. Buffy silently kicked herself; Xander was the 
worlds worst cook. And he knew it. As he clopped down the stairs, Xander 
could feel Buffy's reaction and he smiled. Payback's a bitch, he thought.
"Don't go poisoning me this morning. We're leaving at 10." Buffy 
called out as she followed him down the stairs.
"Oh, and where are we going? Oh great and mighty one?" he said with 
mock reverence.
"Sydney. We're taking team 2 for a little ass kicking of a nest of 
vampires who have a couple of demon roomies." she informed him. Xander became 
all business at the revelation of vampires and demons together. There were a 
couple of reasons that demons and vamps would get together. All of them bad.
"Demons and vamps together? Not good." he said.
"You can say that again. The chopper will pick us up at 10 and take us 
to Watson to hook up with team 2. The bad guys are under Rookwood cemetery." 
she told him. Rookwood was huge. Biggest cemetery in the southern hemisphere 
and a stone throw away from the old Olympic stadium, a place that held happy 
memories for their family. Unlike the cemetery. Xander thought for a moment.
"See if you can get hold of Spike. I think he would like to be there 
when the big bad went down. Call it an early Christmas gift for him. You know 
how he likes quality violence." Xander remarked.
Buffy had to agree, Spike may be a pain in the ass, but when it came 
to fighting big bads, he was very useful. Not to mention that he looked after 
Jenny like lion over his cubs. She trotted up the stairs to try to get hold 
of Spike while Xander prepared his latest disaster which he called breakfast.