Fic: Coming Home 15/?

["jend1205" <jend1205@xxxxxxxxx>]

Author: Jen D
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, I just like to play.
Distribution: http://mysticmuse.net- it's been a while since I 
updated this one so if you need to reread it it's here except the 
last part and of you need that let me know.

"So everyone knows the drill?" Willow asked the assembled group 
sitting in her living room. She looked around the room, staring at 
the faces of the people she had come to consider her family and her 
lovers.

"I think we can handle things here," Faith said pulling the red head 
closer to her and giving her a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Ok then as soon as Robert gets his sorry ass here we can get going." 
Willow said looking at Mike and smiling.

"Were is he?" Buffy asked from her spot on the couch beside Tara.

"He had to stop for some supplies," Willow muttered and walked into 
the kitchen.

Angie couldn't keep the smirk off her face as she followed her mother 
into the kitchen, "Is that what their calling it now. Supplies?"

Robert came through the back door carry a large paper sack in his 
hand, "I can't believe how hard it is to get good liquor in this one 
horse town. I had to go to two different places. I hope the hell you 
are happy?"

"If ya got my favorite I will be very happy," Willow said and peeked 
into the bag Robert had sat on the counter. " Have I told you how 
much I love you today?"

"Your gonna get drunk before you go off to fight?" Buffy yelled from 
her spot by the door.

"Um yeah? Slayer got a problem with it?" Mike asked opening the 
bottle of whiskey and taking a swig.

"Hell yeah I have a problem. You expect me to let the three drunk 
stooges go out and save the world?" Buffy began to pace around the 
kitchen glaring at her lover, who had been quietly opening her 
bottle, finding a glass and ignoring her. "Can you people hear the 
words coming out of my mouth?"

"Buffy?" Willow started but was interrupted by Buffy.

"Oh no don't Buffy me. I refuse to let you go out there drunk."

Willow growled and turned to Angie, motioning for her to handle the 
irate Slayer.

"Come on Buffy, lets let the grown ups play. I'll explain things," 
Angie said and led the blonde Slayer out to the living room.

Buffy began her pacing again scowling at the kitchen door, "Tara, 
Faith you're not going to believe this. Your girlfriend is in there 
getting drunk."

"WHAT?!" Faith screamed jumping off the couch and heading for the 
kitchen.

"STOP!" Angie yelled stopping the brunette in her tracks, "They're 
not in there getting sloshed, ok. It's a thing for them. It's kind of 
like a bonding thing for them. They'll have a couple of shots and 
then go. Trust me and if you can't do that then trust her."

"Your mom let them do this?" Tara asked coming up and putting her 
arms around Buffy, trying to calm her before her head exploded.

"Hell my mom was right in there with them. Guys, I don't know a lot 
about what mom was like when she lived here but you have to 
understand and trust her. She would never do anything to put you or I 
in danger. What she needs from us right now is our support," Angie 
said and then cringed when she heard the sound of broken glass. "And 
to clean up the glass."

"What the hell was that?" Buffy asked hurrying into the kitchen. She 
found Willow and Mike holding their hands together, blood running 
between their fingers. "Will?"

"Slayer, we're leaving. Protect her." Willow said and walked out the 
backdoor followed by the watcher and vampire.

"Ooookaay, care to explain that one?" Faith said looking at the 
broken glass mixed with blood on the kitchen floor.

"Bonding thing?" Tara said from beside Buffy.

"Umm?yeah. Makes her demon come out and play," Angie answered and 
started to sweep up the mess.

"And that's a good thing?" Faith asked almost fearful.

Angie studied the adults that had gathered in her kitchen and nodded 
her head, "Is if we wanna win."

"What'll happen when she comes home? How will she control it?" Joyce 
asked?

"Most probably by getting her ass kicked." Angie whispered and turned 
to the two Slayers in the room.

"You want us to do it?" Buffy squeaked and then looked at Tara. 

"Well don't look at me. She'd mop the floor with me. Look guys don't 
worry about it too much. I'm sure taking on the fifty or so vamps 
that are gathered at the school should take care of most of it," 
Angie said dumping the last bit of glass in the trashcan. 

"FIFTY?" Faith yelled and took up pacing beside Buffy. 

"She didn't tell you. Dad?" Angie asked turning to look at Spike.

"Red told me not to say anything. Now you," he said pointing to his 
daughter, "can deal with the pissed off witch."

"She has fucking lost her mind. Damnit Spike, how could you keep 
something like from us? They're gonna get creamed. That's it lets go, 
B. We need to get to the school," Faith started to the door followed 
by Buffy.

"Will you guys chill out? There going to be fine and you if you run 
off to play the Calvary she going to be really pissed off and you 
really don't want to see my mom pissed off. Again I'm going to say 
trust her. Dad, you said they're not all in one place right?"

"Yeah, there's like ten guarding the hellmouth, a few here and there, 
the rest are in the gym."

"Ok, see. Why don't we go sit down and relax? They'll call as soon as 
they know something," Angie sighed and headed for the living room, 
followed by two very pissed off Slayers. 





"So where should we start first? The gym or the library?" Robert 
asked as they approached the burned out high school.

"I'm thinking we take out the group guarding the hellmouth and then 
move to the rest. I would feel better about taking out the smaller 
group first. I figured he would put his strongest minions there. Plus 
it's been a long time since the three of us have worked together, 
call it practice," Willow said pulling herself over the rubble.

"Lost your faith in us, hon?" Mike asked.

"Hell no but lets face none of us are getting younger?well except 
Mike and he's not getting older either. And have I told you how much 
that pisses me off. I found a gray hair the other day. I'm twenty-
five years old. What the hell is that about?"

Robert looked at his friend and grinned, "Might have something to do 
with them three kids you got, one of which is a teenager. Or maybe 
the three girlfriends you seemed to have acquired. You never did like 
to do things half ass do ya, Will"

"Nope. What do you think about that?" Willow asked Robert.

"Do they make you happy?"

"Yeah, confused but happy."

Robert turned to the red head and smiled, "They seem to care about 
you and the kids and I like them. I say to hell with normalcy and 
have a ball."

"I agree besides I bet the stamina on the slayers is unbelievable," 
Mike teased her.

"You have no idea," Willow laughed.

"Ok well we're here, any last thoughts? Prayers?" Robert asked.

Willow hugged both man, "Thanks guys. I don't think I could ever 
thank you enough for your support over the last few years. We would 
have never survived without you." 

"Aww shucks ma'am don't mention it," Robert answered in his best 
southern accent.

"Oh good lord," Willow laughed and then put her fingers to her lips 
as they approached the burned out library. 





Angie watched as the two Slayers paced back and forth between the 
windows and sighed. She had faith in her adopted mother and knew that 
her watcher and vampire companion would die protecting her family. 
She turned to see the blonde witch looking between her girlfriend 
pacing and the clock on the wall and let a small chuckle escape her 
lips. 

"What the hell is so funny, kid?" Faith asked the laughing teenager. 

"You guys crack me up. You guys are going to die of a heart attack if 
you don't settle down. Tara, are they always this jumpy?"

"Um?yeah when comes to someone they love." Tara said wondering how 
the young girl could be so calm.

As if she had been reading Tara mind Buffy asked, "How can you just 
sit there and be so calm?

"Been here?done this. It's only been an hour; hell I won't even start 
to worry for at least another one. They'll call when they have things 
wrapped up. I?" Angie words were cut off as the sound of an explosion 
echoed in the distance.

"Sounded like it came from the old school," Buffy said making her way 
to the front door.






"Holy shit," Mike yelled rolling over to find his companions.

"Well hell, Red, could you have given as a slightly bigger head start 
before you started the fireworks? I think the hair on the back of my 
head is singed," Robert groaned sitting up running his fingers 
through his hair.

"Oh you big babies," Willow said and winced when she sat up. "Damn I  
don't think there's a thing on my body that doesn't hurt. Robert, 
call the house before the posse shows up to rescue us."

Robert pulled out his phone and dialed the number to Willow's 
house. "Hey kiddo. Yeah that was us. Your mom made school go boom. 
Well we're all still alive. Some of us are a little worse for wear. 
The old ladies gonna need some stitches in her head and maybe a few 
other places I don't know. She seems to be holding her arm funny too. 
Mike's all good though and I might need a hair transplant but it's 
all good. We got them all. We should be heading your way soon. You 
know the ritual. We're going to do a good sweep just to make sure we 
took care of the problem, then find a nice quiet place to reflect."





"You mean get shit faced?" Angie laughed into the phone. "See you 
soon and tell mom it had better be real soon. I'm not babysitting the 
Slayers all night. It took all of us to keep them from running out 
after we heard the explosion." She hung up the phone and turned to 
the room full of expectant faces, "Their fine. Some bumps, bruises, 
maybe some stitches. They won."

"And the explosion?" Tara asked.

"I quote Robert `Mom made school go boom'." Angie laughed at the 
shocked look of the older people in the room. "They should be headed 
home shortly. They like to double check and make sure they got 
everyone and to again quote Robert `find a nice quiet place to 
reflect', translated means get completely drunk off their asses."

"I so don't understand your mother," Buffy grumbled, not at all 
thrilled to find out that her best friend and lover was running 
around getting drunk.

"But we gotta love her anyway. So hears what I'm thinking. Dad, can 
you take Mike home with you? I really would rather him and mom not be 
too close to each other tonight. They do way too many crazy things 
after a big fight if they are around each other. Mrs Summers, Mr. 
Giles, can I spend the night with you? We could drop Robert at his 
hotel, make sure he gets in ok."

"So you're going to leave us to handle the drunk half demon?" Faith 
asked. "Wait a minute." Faith said then smirked when she thought 
about her first night with Willow after her night of drinking, "Never 
mind. We would love to baby-sit."

Angie noticed the smirk and smiled, "I kinda figure as much."

"Huh?what?" Buffy asked looking between the smiling teen and smirking 
brunette Slayer.

"Just trust me, B. Your gonna love it."

"Um?Ok." Buffy shrugged and looked at her girlfriend who seemed to be 
as lost as she was.





"Sir, I'm sorry," The woman told the man standing beside her.

"For what?" He asked.

"We lost."

"Have you ever heard the saying they may have won the battle but not 
the war. We were never going to win this battle but the players are 
in place."

"Sir, I don't understand." She told him looking over the burning 
remains of the former high school below.

"Soon my young witch. Soon we will have the power you desire and the 
revenge you seek against the red headed witch."