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This story is No. 2 in the series "Xander did magic?". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Sequel to "Xander Harris: Bad-Ass Wicca?" Xander and Tara are in college now. How will they, along with Faith, deal with the Government Initiative? *Temporarily On Hold*

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Charmed > Xander-Centered > Pairing: OtherNommaFR18420,45137022,37419 Feb 097 Mar 09No

Weeeelp, this is gonna be an interesting day

Chapter 2: Weeeelp, this is gonna be an interesting day

The Initiative

Sunday lay on the floor of her cell, an empty packet of blood next to her. When the door to her cell opened, she knew they had come for her. She heard them move. There were two of them. They were being lazy about it. They didn’t expect her to run, or even move.

She smirked and, using her vampiric speed, dodged past her captors out into the hall. “Too easy.” She muttered. She quickly found a hatch to the surface, and ran as fast as her legs would carry her.


Xander yawned as he left the Espresso Pump. It was way to early to be awake, but Faith had accidentally knocked into him when she was heading for the shower. This caused him to fall out of bed, and onto several of the weights he himself had forgotten to put away.

Needless to say, he wasn’t going to sleep any time soon.

So, rather than walk around in a haze all day, he had decided to make a coffee run. He drank his coffee alone for now. Tara couldn’t have caffeine during her pregnancy, and Faith only slept for an hour every night.

It was still in the wee small hours of the morning. The sun was just beginning to peek out from behind the clouds. As Xander had begun to sip his coffee, a young blonde woman ran into him.

“Please! Help me! There are these guys, in masks! They’re after me!”

Xander didn’t have to check to know that this was a vampire. And he’d bet even money that the masked men were the strange commandos. On the other hand, this was a good opportunity to learn something about their operation.

“Come with me.” He pulled her into an alley, and cast a glamour over the entrance. To anyone outside of it, the alley looked like a solid wall.

“How’s hiding here going to keep them from finding us?!” She demanded incredulously.

He shushed her. “Just watch.”

To Sunday’s, for it was Sunday, amazement, the soldiers moved right by them. They weren’t even spared a glance.

“Whoa. How’d you do that?”

“Magic.” He replied. “Now, perhaps you’d like to tell me why a vampire is running from government operatives?”

Sunday blinked at him. “You knew?”

He shrugged. “I have a few tricks. The least of which is identifying demons when I see them. Now, an answer, please?”

She regarded him for a moment, then shrugged. “They captured me. I’m not sure how long ago… Oh. What’s the date?”

“September 8th.”

She nodded. “Four days ago, then. It took them awhile to get to me, I guess… Anyway. They kept me in this cell. Three white walls, and a big glass door. They’d have gotten a good view if they’d walked by at the right moment.” She smirked. Xander blushed a bit, and her smirk widened. “When they finally came in, I bolted. Got as far as here, and the rest you know.”

“Fine. Did they do anything to you?”

She shrugged. “No idea. I only woke up in the cell yesterday.”

Xander nodded. That left two days unaccounted for. “Alright. If I know my army search patterns, and I do, those guys will pass by one more time. Once they’re gone, we book. I’ll examine you, and we’ll see if you’re anything but a normal vampire.”

“Then what?” She asked suspiciously.

He gave her an enigmatic look. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. Or burn it, as the case may be.”


The Initiative

“What do you mean, you lost her?”

Riley hung his head. “Just what I said, ma’am. We were unable to locate Hostile 17. There were a surprising number of blondes out this early in the morning.”

Professor Walsh let out a long-suffering sigh. “I see. Very well. Discontinue the search.”


“You heard me.” Walsh sat back in her chair. “If the experiment was a success, she’ll most likely come back, or find some other way of maintaining herself. If not, you’ll most likely find her again on patrol. Either way, she isn’t a large concern.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Riley was unsure about this, but he wasn’t one to disobey orders.

“Alright. What else do you have for me?”


The Triad’s Apartment

“No fucking way, X!”

“Faith, will you just-”

“No! This ain’t gonna happen!”

Tara’s eyes fluttered open. What were they arguing about now?

“Faith, this could-”

“I don’t give a damn! I ain’t havin’ it in here!”

Tara moved quickly to the main room. “What’s going on?”

Faith turned around. “Twinkie! X wants to bring a vamp in here!”

Tara looked at Xander, giving him a look that clearly said ‘explain now, young man.’

Xander let out a gulp. “She was captured by the government group. I thought we could gain information from her. They may or may not be a threat, and I think we need to find out.”

Tara nodded. “I see.” She looked past him, into the hall. “You’re the vampire?”

Sunday rolled her eyes. “Would I be standing here otherwise?”

“Good point. Come in.”


“Xander’s right, Faith. We shouldn’t go into this blind.”

Faith almost kept arguing, but seeing the look on Tara’s face, she knew she was defeated. She sat on the couch. “Fine. But I ain’t slayin’ her if she attacks you.”

Xander rolled his eyes. “Sure, sure.”

Sunday stepped into the apartment. “You guys are a mess, you know that?”

“Yeah, we know. Now, wait there for a minute. I need a few things to examine you properly.” Xander disappeared into the guestroom.

Sunday turned to Tara. “So… Bun in the oven, huh? How’s that working out for you?

“I’m two weeks late, and eating everything in sight. How’s being a vampire working for you?”

“Less well than you might think. Even before I got captured, my choice in victims was… less than spectacular.”



Tara shook her head. “Everyone’s so hard on the freshmen.”

Xander came back out. “Alright, ready?”

“Please.” Faith called from the couch. “This is gettin’ creepy.”

“Ooooookay.” He set candles on the floor around Sunday, lighting them as he went. “Alright.” He pulled some powder out of a small bag. “Don’t sneeze, or this won’t work.” He blew the powder onto her. It settled into a holding pattern around her body. It was purple in color, at least at first. After a moment, it began shimmering back and forth between purple and red. Another moment, and the powder around Sunday’s head remained red, and the rest flew back into Xander’s bag.

“Alright. Well, that answers that.”

“What?” Sunday demanded.

“There’s something in your head. I couldn’t tell you what.” He waved his hand, and the remaining powder returned. “All I can tell you is that it shouldn’t be there.”

Sunday nodded. “Thanks. Guess I don’t need you anymore.” She vamped out, and before anyone moved, she attacked Xander… or, she tried to. As soon as she took a step forward to do it, she grabbed her head in pain.

Xander blinked. “Huh. That was unexpected. Although it tells us what they did.”

“And that would be?” Tara asked.

“They put something in there that keeps her from attacking people.” He grinned. “That’s brilliant. It’s like a soul, but better. It’s a guarantee that she isn’t a danger.”

“Oh, brilliant, is it?!” Sunday yelled at him. “I can’t survive like this!”

“Sure you can.” Faith smirked at her. “You don’t have to drink human blood, you know. Any… what was it, Twinkie? Mammal?” Tara nodded. “Yeah. Any mammal blood’ll do it.”

Sunday shot her a look. “Why would I do that?”

“Because you can’t feed on humans without a new migraine.”

Xander shook his head. “Alright, that’s enough. From both of you.”

Sunday smirked at him. “This from the guy who couldn’t defend himself when I was about to bite him.”

Xander raised an eyebrow. “What makes you think that?”

“You don’t even have a stake.”

Xander smirked, and flicked his wrist. A stake popped out of his sleeve.


“That’s wicked, X!” Faith got up to admire the weapon. “Where’d you get that?”

“Willy.” He answered, pushing the stake back into his sleeve. “Got them from a contact of his in LA.”

“Them?” Faith asked, grinning.

“Of course. One for each arm.” Her face fell. “And two each for you guys.” She lit up like a Christmas tree. Grinning, Xander reached into his coat. “Picked them up before I ran into Sunday.” He handed a set to Faith, who squealed like a little girl and put them on.

Sunday huffed. “You guys-”

“Are a mess.” Tara finished. “You mentioned that.”


Two Days Later, Wednesday, Professor Walsh’s Office

“I’m glad all three of you made it.” Professor Walsh smiled at the Triad.

None of them returned the gesture. They were all a bit uncomfortable, Faith especially. She could smell demons all over this woman, and it was making her antsy.

She could tell Xander was having similar difficulties, even if it was on a subdued level. His sense of smell wasn’t quite as good as hers, and he didn’t have Slayer instincts to deal with. All the same, the smell of the unfamiliar was making his nose itch.

“No problem, Professor.” He answered.

“Are you sure?” The older woman asked. “Miss Lehane seems uncomfortable.”

“Hey.” Faith’s eyes flashed dangerously. “Don’t talk about me like I ain’t here.”

Walsh nodded, partly from fear. “Of course. I’m sorry. Do you have a problem being here?”

“I just want to get this over with. Got stuff to do.”

“Really? Like what? I know you don’t attend school.”

“I like drawin’.” Faith retorted. Oddly enough, this wasn’t a cover story. She had a sketch pad at home. While she didn’t believe any of it was good, Xander and Tara had both complimented her work.

“An artist? Really?” She turned to the others. “Have you seen any of this?”

“Yes.” Tara answered. “She’s quite good, actually.”

Faith felt a blush starting on her cheeks.

“I see.” Walsh looked down at the pages in front of her. “Now… I see here none of you follow an established religion?” They all nodded. “Are you atheists?”

“What’s that got to do with anything?” Faith demanded.

“Everything has an effect on something else. I’m trying to paint a complete picture of your relationship. This is an important aspect of it.”

Faith continued to glare, but answered. “I ain’t an atheist.”

“None of us are.” Xander told her. “We’re just… eclectic in our beliefs.”

“I see. Are any of you Christians?”

Faith raised her hand. “Raised Catholic, just don’t buy all of it anymore. I’m… uh… Tara?”


“Yeah, that.”

Walsh nodded. “And you two?”

“We’re practicing witches.” Xander answered her. This was actually a safe answer. There were several ‘witches’ on campus, none of whom could use magic. “I worship Ra, the Egyptian sun god.”

“And you, Miss McLay?”

“Hecate, Greek goddess of nature and child-birth.”

Walsh wrote all this down. “Alright… And what are your sexual habits?”

The witches just blinked, but Faith spoke up. “What, you mean like how many times a week?”

“That, and what groupings you use.”

“You want the positions?”

Walsh chuckled at that. “Not quite. I want to know how often you engage in threesomes.”

“Oh. Hold on.” She pulled the other two into a huddle.

After a few minutes of whispering, they returned to their seats.


“21 times a week, on average.” Xander told her. “Most of the time it’s all three of us.”

Professor Walsh was utterly speechless for a full minute. Which was followed by a minute of small, incoherent noises.

“Professor, are you okay?” Tara’s voice was on the fringe of the professor’s consciousness.

Finally, she snapped out of it. “21 times… a week?

They nodded. “3 times a night, times seven days.” Faith said, smirking.

“Right…” She tried to come up with an intelligent question. “And… this is done despite Miss McLay’s pregnancy?”

Tara blushed, while Xander and Faith both chuckled softly. “She’s actually gotten more… energetic.” Xander told the shell-shocked professor.

“Oh.” Walsh cleared her throat. When had this become so uncomfortable?

*When you found out that they’re a group of sex fiends.* A small part of her mind answered.

“Was there anything else?” Tara asked.

“Ah… yes. I’m sorry. How did the three of you get together?”

They gave her the highly edited version of what had happened. Aside from taking out any references to demons, or the Watcher’s Council, or mystical connections, it was the truth.

“Interesting.” She had been taking notes the entire time, and her pad was running out of paper. This was fascinating. “How do you react if someone comments negatively on your relationship?”

The three of them were silent. They hadn’t had any problems like that. “Uh, no one’s really said anything.” Xander told her.

“No one? Not your friends, or family?”

All three flinched at the mention of family.

“Sore subject?”

“Not our friends.” Tara answered. “They were all very supportive. My family, as we told you, wasn’t… ideal.”

“Ah, yes. Your father foisted you off onto Xander. And what about the rest? Xander, Faith?”

Xander sighed. “The reason I was in San Francisco was because my father threw me out at gun point.”


“And my Ma wasn’t exactly mother of the year, either.” Faith told the professor. “She’d bring a lot of Johns home, but it wasn’t until she tried to give me to one that I did anything.”

Xander and Tara said nothing, as they’d heard this before, but Professor Walsh couldn’t believe her ears. “She what?”

“She tried to pimp me out. I kicked the guy in the balls, and ran. Stayed with my aunt Linda till we moved out here. She was killed by gang members on PCP.”

Professor Walsh missed the semi-guilty look on Xander’s face.

“All three of you come from bad home lives, then?”

“I… I guess we do.” Tara said, an amazed look on her face. “We never thought about it before.”

Professor Walsh nodded. “It’s not uncommon. People are often drawn to others like themselves, even if they don’t realize it. Certain things, like body language, pull them together.” She glanced at her watch. “I think that’s enough for now. I would, however, like to talk to the three of you again, if that’s possible?” They agreed, and left.

The professor let out a long breath. These kids were definitely interesting. But, out of all of it, the abusive childhoods, the kidnappings, there was one thing that still stuck out in her mind. “21 times a week?!” How both of them weren’t pregnant was beyond her.


The Magic Box

Sunday let out a long sigh. This was boring. “Why am I here again?”

“Because Xander cast a spell that won’t let you leave.” Amy answered.

“Oh, yeah.” She sighed again. “I don’t suppose there’s anything besides inventory to do around here? Like, say… magic?”

Amy rolled her eyes. “No. Even if I was stupid enough to let you, there are wards on this place. Having so many spell ingredients in one small area can be dangerous. Magic can’t be cast here.”

“You can do that?” The vampire asked, impressed.

“Sure. Just like anything else, magic is a process. It has to be triggered. If you block the catalyst, nothing happens.”

“Huh. Cool.”

“I thought so.”

“Fine. If I can’t do that, is there anything I can do?”

“You can research.” Amy smirked at her.

Sunday raised an eyebrow. “Research what, exactly?”

“Oh, anything really. Demons, how to kill them, things like that.”

Sunday scoffed. “Why would I do that?”

“To make yourself useful.” Amy hopped over the counter. “Look, you’re a vampire, right? Did you know that your typical demon shuns vampires?”

That didn’t sound right to Sunday. “Why would they do that?”

“Because you’re half human. You’re a half-breed, even more so than they are. Most demons have some human blood. That’s why they have humanoid bodies. But vampires are even worse.”

“That’s…” Sunday shook her head. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Yeah, well, no one ever accused demons of being intelligent.” Amy smiled smugly at the blonde.

Sunday growled at her.

The door jingled. “And we’re here!”

Amy looked up. The triad had arrived. “Hey, Xander! How’d it go?”

Faith snickered. “I think we broke her at one point.”

Xander laughed. “Probably.”

Tara rolled her eyes. “How’ve you two been holding up?”

Amy smiled. “Just fine. Sunday’s actually decent company.”

Sunday rolled her eyes. “Please. This was terrible. If I could get this…” She tapped her head. “Whatever-it-is out, I’d get my gang, and get the hell out of here.”

Xander shrugged. “Well, you can’t. Get over it. Move on.”

Sunday narrowed her eyes, but didn’t retaliate. Instead, she asked a question. “Is it true that demons look down on vampires?”

“As far as I know. Why?”

“Just asking…” She opened a book on demonology, and started reading.

Xander gave Amy a confused look. “What’s that all about?”

Amy just chuckled.


The Initiative

Professor Walsh sat at her desk, flipping through performance reviews.

“Director Walsh, ma’am.”

She looked up. “Yes, Agent Finn.”

“We’ve recovered a new form of HST. I thought you’d like to know.”

“Thank you, Agent.”

Riley nodded, and turned to leave.

“Agent Finn.”

He turned back. “Yes, ma’am?”

“Please sit down.”

He did so.

“How well do you know Mr. Harris and his… roommates?”

“As well as can be expected. I’ve talked to them a few times. Well, not Faith, but Xander and Tara. They seem nice enough.”

“Have they ever displayed any abnormal behavior?”

“Not that I know of.” He paused. “Why are you asking about them? Are they possible HSTs? I did a background check.”

“No, no. Nothing like that. It’s just… when I interviewed them, they seemed uncomfortable. And not in the usual way. Mr. Harris and Miss Lehane kept darting their eyes around the room, as if they were ascertaining the best possible escape route. And Miss McLay kept herself positioned very close to Mr. Harris, as if he was her guard.”

“Really?” She nodded. “Wow. I didn’t expect that.” He thought for a moment. “Well, there are a few groups of rogue demon hunters around the world. It makes sense that there would be one here. With all the activity, it wouldn’t surprise me at all.”

“Yes, but them? They’re so young.”

Riley shrugged. “Life doesn’t discriminate by age. It takes from everyone. If they experienced loss at a young age, and saw it for what it was, they would, conceivably, fight back.” He smiled slightly. “I should also mention that Xander owns a magic shop in town. Not sleight of hand either. Real magic. Eye of newt type stuff.”

“Interesting…” Walsh nodded. “I want you to get close to them. See if they are demon hunters. If so, offer them a position here. If they refuse it, let them go. Don’t push it.”

“Understood, ma’am.”


The Triad’s Apartment

“Why do we have to keep her here?” Faith demanded.

“Because she doesn’t have anywhere else to go, and it doesn’t feel right to turn a helpless being out on the street.” Tara answered.

“But she’s a vampire!” Faith exclaimed. “We should just dust her!”

“We can’t. We don’t kill non-combatants, even if they’re not ensouled.” She turned to Xander. “Right?”

“Hey, don’t look at me. I’m with Faith.”

Tara raised an eyebrow at him.

“Er… Or not.”

Faith glared at him.

“Ah… I plead the fifth?”

Faith scowled. “Whatever. I’m goin’ on patrol.” She stormed out.

Sunday poked her head out of the guestroom. “Is it safe?”

“Safe enough.” Tara answered. “You can come out.”

The vampire came into the room. “I’d say I’m sorry for causing trouble, but I’m not.”

Xander glared at her. “Yeah, we figured.”

“No need to be so snarky about it. I actually can’t feel sorrow.”

He sighed. “I know.” His head snapped up, and he smiled. It wasn’t a pleasant one. “Although, there is a way you could.”

“What are you talking about?”

He ignored her. “What do you think, Tare? It might help Faith feel better about the whole thing.”

Tara nodded. “Sure. Besides, the soul owns the body. I don’t have a problem.”

Xander nodded. “Cool.” He disappeared into the bedroom.

Sunday looked at the other blonde. “What’s he talking about?”

Tara smiled. “You’ll see soon enough.”

Xander came back out, holding the Orb of Thessula. “Ego voco animus illae res. Permissum is sedeo huic orbis. Permissum is exsisto promptus pro renovatio. Sic mote is exsisto.” The orb glowed.

“Okay. What the hell?” Sunday tried to move away from him, but found herself rooted to the spot.

“Permissum animus sedeo in domus is had pro. Permissum somes is quondam habitum exspectata is per patefacio telum. Sic mote is exsisto.”

Sunday felt something enter her. It was… interesting. Like her entire body had become an erogenous zone, and was being caressed by a gentle lover.

“Permissum everto exsisto domito. Permissum animus to order. Ego quaeso is beneficium. Sic mote is exsisto.”

The orb died out, and Sunday fell to the floor.

Xander smirked. “She’ll be out for a while. You know, we should do this more often. Instead of staking newbie vamps, we should just ensoul them.”

Tara frowned. “I don’t know… If that was a viable solution, don’t you think someone would have been doing it before now?”

Xander shrugged. “I don’t know. I mean, I had to build this spell from the ground up. If we had a whole bunch of vamps, all with souls, we could probably patrol the entire town a lot more efficiently than we have been.”


“I mean, just imagine the potential. We’d have whole squads running around, killing all the nasties.”


“Besides the fact that it’d take a lot of work off of the Slayer’s shoulders, it’d remove a major component in the demon population.”


“Huh? What?”

“We have a problem!”

He looked alarmed. “What is it?”

“My water just broke.”


Willy’s Alibi Room

Faith sauntered into the bar. She smirked at all the demons she saw. There weren’t many she could name off hand, but the few she could were supposed to be tough cookies. Fyarl demons, Polgara demons, and a few vamps that had actually survived for a few years.

This would be a good fight.

She reached into her coat, and pulled out her daggers.

*You sure you want to do this, pet?*

~Absolutely, William. A little violence is just what I need.~

*Well, I understand that. It puts things in perspective. It’s just, how far does your invincibility go? If you attack a horde this size, are you sure you’ll survive? Don’t forget, you’ve got a passenger here.*

~Don’t worry, Spike. I won’t let anyone getchya.~

*Imagine how much comfort that brings me.*

With a smirk, Faith moved forward, and buried a dagger into the nearest demon’s head. It fell down, spurting neon blue blood.

By the time anyone noticed this, she’d killed three more.

By the time anyone moved to stop her, she’d gutted four others.

And by the time someone managed to lay a hand on her, he was the only one left.

She frowned. “Dammit. I expected this to be a challenge.” She shredded the last demon, and smirked when she noticed an unopened beer on a table. “Damn wasteful.” She popped it open, and chugged it.

Willy poked his head out from behind the bar. The Slayer had vanished, and his entire clientele was in pieces. “Whoa. I feel sorry for whoever pissed her off.”

Faith, meanwhile, was outside, thinking about where she could go next. Her thoughts were interrupted when the beeper Xander had given her went off. She looked at it.


“Oh, shit!” She ran for the hospital at full speed. She was there in two minutes.


Sunnydale Memorial Hospital

Tara was lying in a hospital bed, waiting with an almost palpable fear of the next contraction.

Xander held her hand, prepared to take some of the pain into himself when it came. He actually regretted doing the ensoulment now. It had left him a little drained.

Tara’s teeth were bared as the pain hit. She moaned loudly, drawing in quick breaths.

Xander pulled as much of the pain as he could away from her, but it was physically exhausting to do so. He needed Faith here to do it. She could recover almost instantly. As if in answer to his prayers, the Dark Slayer ran into the room.

“Hey, Twinkie.” She said softly, taking Tara’s other hand. “How ya feelin’?”

“Like I just got hit with a truck.” Tara smiled at her girlfriend. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“You and me both, babe.” She looked at Xander. “Hey, X. How come she looks better than you do?”

Xander laughed. “Empathy. I’m drawing the pain out as much as I can.”

Faith smiled at him. “Cool. Hey, can I do that?”

He nodded. “Yeah. In fact, I’m glad you’re here. It’s taking a lot out of me. I need to recharge, a little bit.” He tried to stand up, but found he couldn’t. “Okay, maybe a lot.”

Tara looked at him, worry in her eyes. “You should have said something. I wouldn’t have let you do that if I’d known.”

He nodded. “Which is why I didn’t say anything.”

She frowned, but didn’t say anything.

“Don’t worry, Twinkie. I’m here now. I can take over for him.” Faith smiled encouragingly at Tara.

A doctor came in. He placed a hand on Faith’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, but only family can be in here.”

“We are family, Doc.”

“Oh. Are you her sister?”

Faith snickered. “No.”

Xander rolled his eyes. “We all live together. We’re family by choice. You can speak freely around her.”

“Very well.” The doctor glanced down at the chart. “Everything seems to be progressing smoothly. We’ve got a delivery room all set up, and we’ll be moving Tara in as soon as she’s fully dilated. Um, which of you will be joining her?”

Faith and Xander shared a look. Xander nodded to her. “I will, Doc.” Faith stood up. “Anything I should know?”

“Nothing in particular, no. Just be careful, and stay out of the doctor’s way.”

Faith nodded, and the doctor left.

Xander sighed, and took Tara’s hand in his again. “I wish I was going in there with you.”

She smiled at him. “It’s okay. Sit. Get some rest. Maybe have something to eat. Oh, and call Amy. She can go shopping for things the baby will need.”

He nodded. “Sure thing. I can do that.”

A nurse came in to check on Tara. After a look, she smiled at the other two women. “Alright, we’re ready to go.” A team came in and started wheeling Tara out.

Xander sighed. He hated waiting.


The Triad’s Apartment

When Sunday came to, she shook her head. “What the hell hit me?” She vaguely recalled Xander doing a spell. Something with a white, glowing orb. Her memory started filling in backwards from there.

The government had done something that made sure she couldn’t hurt anyone.

She had killed students. And enjoyed it.

She had been made into a vampire. A demon.

“Oh. Oh shit.” If she had been capable of it, she’d have thrown up right there.

She stood up, somewhat shakily. “Oh fucking shit fuck.” She could see all of them. Every last one. Being a vampire apparently came with eidetic memory. She started crying. How could she have…

With a roar, she ran out of the apartment.


The Magic Box, Amy’s Apartment

Amy stepped out of the shower, toweling herself off. Wrapping the towel around herself, she went to check the answering machine. Somehow, she always managed to get a message or two while she was in there.

Xander’s voice came out of the speaker. “Hey, Amy. Uh… Listen, they baby’s coming.” Amy froze in place. “I’m at the hospital. Faith’s in the delivery room with Tara. Um, can you go to the mall? Pick up a few things? Remember, the doc said it’s gonna be a girl, so shop appropriately. I know Tara would appreciate it, and I would to. Just have them deliver it to our apartment, okay? Thanks.”

Amy’s eyes were the size of saucers. Baby? Now? Then the shock wore off. “Ah! I gotta get shopping!” She ran for the door, before looking down at herself. “I gotta get dressed!”


Sunnydale Memorial, Four Hours Later

Xander sat in the hallway outside the delivery room. He’d been here for hours. When were they going to come out?

Just when he thought he was going to explode, a nurse came out. “Mr. Harris?”

“Here!” He leapt to his feet.

She smiled at him. “We’re ready for you now.”

When he saw Tara, it was the most beautiful thing he could imagine. She was holding their daughter, and the light above her bed seemed to give her a halo.

He walked over to the side of her bed. “Hey. How are my girls?”

Tara and Faith both smiled at him. “We’re fine.” Tara told him. “I’ve got someone new here. She wants to meet you.”

Xander held his daughter in his arms. “Hey. Welcome to the world. May vos ago porro satis fruor is. (May you live long enough to enjoy it.)”

“Have you decided on a name?”

The three parents looked at each other, a conversation being held in their connection.

Finally, Xander looked at the doctor. “Dawn. Dawn Elizabeth Harris.”
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