FIC: Militat Omnis Amans Part 14e / 14

["Beckett, Kevin" <kevin.beckett@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>]

Continued from 14d


Giles looked at the two women in the lead, they were obviously Buffy
and Willow, but both women had undergone a massive transformation. Buffy
was incredibly muscled, and with a shock of snow-white hair. Willow
was also well muscled and her face had the indomitable look of a battle
weary leader written over it. More startling, it appeared as if both
young women were carrying babies. 

Their companions were just as diverse. There were the two older persons,
being supported by two very pregnant young women and by a severely emaciated
teenaged girl. Everyone looked very tired, and very relieved to set
down her burdens.

"Willow," said Giles, "back so soon; you just left."

"Oops," said Willow, "looks like I made a little miscalculation there."

"And what's with the changes in you, and your companions," continued
the Giles as he watched the four young women rapidly divest themselves
of the heavy warm clothing.

"Giles," said Buffy walking towards him, steel in her voice, "you and
your damned counsel have a lot to answer for."

"Oh boy," said the watcher, noticing the red sword tattoo which was peeking
over the edge of the slayer's shirt.

Now come on woman, come follow me home
Well I don't need no priest
But I love all of the people
Yes I share the feast
So drink up my wine
Yes and the song in my bones
I know the way
I can see by the moonlight
Clear as the day
Now come on woman, come follow me home

Follow me home
Dire Straits, Communique
(c) 1979, Mark Knopfler

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Epilogue - Acta est fibula (the play is over)

Touch my skin, and tell me what you're thinking 
Take my hand, and show me where we're going 
Lie down next to me, 
look into my eyes, 
and tell me -- oh tell me what you're seeing
Take my hand
Dido, No Angel
(c) 1999, Artista Records

On a darkened world, many realities removed from the one which Buffy
and Willow just departed, a demon lord sat contemplating the news he
had just received.

"What happed," he asked a lieutenant, "how could things have got out
of hand so quickly?"

"I don't know my lord," replied the nervous aide, "but the effects have
been substantial. We have lost access to that part of the network for
at least the next ten generations, and the power supply feeding our worlds,
has been diminished by at least fifteen percent."

"I know that fool," replied the lord as he began to pace, "what I don't
know, and you had better find out but quick, is how it happened, and,
who is responsible." 

"Your will lord," replied the demon, as he left his masters presence.

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Deep within the magical realm, which formed part of the void between
the various realities, the Goddess though to herself, "Things are going
well, but I've had it easy till now. The gods of Chaos will not sit still
for much longer as I try to undo their millennia of meddling. Things
will start to move quickly now." 

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In the town of Morning Breeze the Sage Frankel, the slayer Sonya and
the guardsman Daithi were just finishing their early breakfast.

"What now," asked Sonya?

"Now we pack up everyone and head back to the capital, to see if we can
rebuild what the demon's have destroyed," replied Frankel.

"Then we head out and finish the rest of them off," added Daithi. 

"I hope they arrived ok," said Sonya changing the subject.

"I'm sure they did," replied Frankel.

"I'm just thinking," continued the slayer, "that we haven't seen the
last of them." 

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In a cosy bedroom in the town of Sunnydale, four young women slept
intertwined
together on a large comfortable bed. They had been so tired after their
arrival, and after answering countless questions from Buffy and Willow's
friends and family that as soon as they got to the room they had collapsed
without undressing. 

One of the figures detached herself from the others and made her way
towards the window, where she stood, staring out at the 'modern' world.
She reached out a hand to her lover as she came up quietly beside her.
Holding hands they looked out at the world.

<How Willow? How did this happen?>

<I made a booboo, lover.>

<But the whole year gone?>

<Well, not gone, exactly, just not experienced by anyone on this world,
that's all.>

Buffy turned from the window and enveloped her lover in a deep embrace,
<could you believe the way everyone reacted?>

<I thought mom and dad would have kittens,> agreed Willow, mentally smiling
at the memory.

<And Giles, and the others. I thought that they would never stop asking
questions.>

<At least they let us send Amana and Grael to the hospital, without too
many questions, first.>

<I don't think they're done with in inquisition yet.>

<No kidding,> agreed Willow, <just think, you haven't had to deal with
your mother yet.>

<Maybe this is all just a dream,> said Buffy hopefully.

Just then the two women heard the whimpers and cries of two hungry, wet
daughters.

<Guess not,> said the arch-mage, "time to tend to the children."

Hand in hand the two lovers made their way into the rest of their lives.

FINIS