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This story is No. 2 in the series "Rose Legacy". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Willow has been told she's her daughter's new Watcher. But, can she protect her family from the Watcher's Council after they deliver an ultimatum?

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Highlander > Willow-CenteredChristyFR1541,986053,15115 Sep 0815 Sep 08Yes

Part Two

~Two and a half years later~



"Hey, Mom. Why didn’t you tell me that a Torak demon was so messy to clean up?"

Willow laughed. "Sorry. I forgot. Angel’s got more experience with this type of thing than I ever did."

"Hey, Mrs. DeMornay. Anything we can do to help?"

Willow smiled at the young woman’s question. Elizabeth reminded her of herself when she had been in high school, training with Buffy.

Her smile was bittersweet as she directed the two girls as to what to do with the demon. She had taken over Giles’s old job as a cover for her being a Watcher when the high school had been rebuilt about 15 years ago. The Council had also managed to get Giles the job of principal. They all found that it made things run more smoothly if the principal understood why one woman, at various times during the year, would be tardy or absent. In the past 15 years, Willow had been given two Slayers, not counting Rose. The arrival of the third member of the new Scooby Gang broke her from her reverie.

"Hey, Rose. Lizzy. So, what’s on the menu for today?"

"Cleaning up Torak demon, Jeremy," Rose said with a grimace.

"You guys sure remind me of the original Scooby Gang we used to have here. You know, this is the first time since Buffy that the Slayer’s had help again. It’s good for Rose."

"Mom!"

"Excuse me, Mrs. DeMornay?"

"Yes?"

"Someone here to see you. He said it’s about your second job."

Willow paled a little. "Jeremy, Elizabeth, Rose- go see Giles and stay there until I tell you to."

"But Mom-"

"Go!"

Rose was going to keep protesting, but, from the look on her mother’s face, decided against it, and dragged her two friends out, going to let her father know as well.

"Ah, Mrs. DeMornay. So good to see you again!" said Robert Travers.

I still can’t believe someone would actually marry Quentin Travers, let alone give him a son, she thought derisively. "The feeling’s mutual, I assure you," she said sarcastically. "So, what brings you to Sunnydale?"

"Well, having already had two Slayers before, you should know what’s coming."

"The Cruciamentum," Willow said bitterly.

"That’s right. Rose will be 18 in a month. You know what you have to do. Good day."

"No."

Travers turned around, disbelief writ across his face. "What did you say?"

"I said ‘no’. I will not put my daughter through this. I can’t."

A hostile glint in his eyes, Travers stalked her until he had her pinned against the table. "You can and you will!"

"Like hell! The last Slayer I gave the Cruciamentum to was killed by Drusilla. I will not allow the possibility of that happening to my daughter!"

Robert sighed. "Ah, well. I had hoped you would use your own initiative before I would have to resort to ours." And, with that cryptic statement, he turned to leave, running right into Angel.

"Travers. What are you doing here?"

"Nothing. Just reminding your wife of her duties," he said snidely, leaving with tension in his wake.

"God, Angel. What am I going to do?"

"What did he say?"

Willow proceeded to explain about Rose and the Cruciamentum.

"Damn him! But, the Watcher’s Council wouldn’t dare try anything," Angel said soothingly. "We’ll take care of this."







"Yes? Demarcation team for four? All right, I’ll get right on it. Yes, sir. I understand. No, Mr. Travers, they won’t escape."

"What was that?"

"We’ve been informed about a family with the possibility of them being turned. Get together a scouting team, Agent Finn."

"Understood, sir."
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