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Summary: All traits are products of either environment or genetics. When Willow's new found power can't be explained by the hellmouth, she turns to her heritage for answers.

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Literature > Merry Gentry seriesCameronFR151218,96033320,43312 May 0414 Feb 05No

I Really Wish We Didn’t Have Something to Talk About

I Really Wish We Didn’t Have Something to Talk About


A/N and Disclaimer: So sorry it’s been so long since an update. I do plan on finishing this story. Nothing has changed in the months since the last update, I still do not own anything – BtVS still belongs to Whedon and Merry and the other fey still belong to Hamilton.


"Get me the princess." The orders were barked at Adair, the on-duty guard nearest the communications mirror.

Confusion crossed his face. "Which one?" He wanted to duck as the queen hurled the nearest object at him, but that was an option denied to the Ravens. Luckily, it was just a pillow.

"Pick a princess, any princess. They’re all in the same abode anyhow." Andais pouted as she artfully arranged her skirts on the chaise she was reclining on. "Better make it Sheila. I’d hate to interrupt Merry’s… fun… with MY Ravens."

Adair was worried at the speed at which the queen had quickly changed moods from angry to sulky to jealous. Generally speaking, it was better if she picked a mood and stuck with it. Otherwise, it was a sign that she was thinking rather than doing. All the Ravens had learned many years ago that a thoughtful Andais was the most dangerous Andais to deal with.

. . . . . . . . . .

Merry gently knocked on the girl’s bedroom door. She could hear the loud music, but more importantly, she could also hear the cries that the music was supposed to obscure.

"Princess Willow? May I come in?"

When she got no response, she turned the knob and softly pushed the door open. The only sign that the younger Seelie princess was in the room was the large human-shaped lump under the covers. Merry sat on the side of the bed and pulled back the coverlet covering the teen’s head.

"I think we need to have a talk."

. . . . . . . . . .

Closing her eyes, Sheila sank further into the bubble bath. While she knew that no amount of soap and sudsy bubbles would wash away the stresses of the day, it was an excellent way to recharge somewhat. And it did wash away the stench of hellhounds, always a plus. It was too much to take in… Willow’s powers, Princess Meredith’s appearance, the mess with that vampire… she’d think about it later. All she wanted to focus on now was the jasmine-scented steam that was quickly filling the bathroom.

Twenty minutes later, she reached for her towel and stepped out of the tub. Now that was odd, the mirror over the sink hadn’t fogged over. Her makeup mirror had, but not the larger mirror… odd, very odd.

She had a sinking feeling as she realized that she’d forgotten to re-ward the house when they returned from the battle with the hellhounds.

. . . . . . . . . .

Merry had almost forgotten how bad being a teenager sucked. Almost. It was even worse to be a teenaged Sidhe. All that power and magic coupled with the rush of hormones added to the stress of being not yet an adult but definitely not a child equaled a horrible mess. Thankfully, Willow had stopped crying.

"I’m so sorry, I don’t know why I’m falling apart like this." The girl blushed as she apologized.

Merry smiled. "No problem, it’s rough. Also, it’s been a hectic few days. But we really do need to talk about something other than your relationship issues. While normally your mother should talk to you about this, she’s been in hiding to long to understand the political situation now."

"What does politics have to do with me? I’m so not a Republican or a Democrat, are Sidhe allowed to be independents? Oh, can I even register to vote once I hit 18, or is that a human-only thing? That would be so bad to discriminate against non-human Americans!" Willow babbled like only she could. "And if we can’t vote, does that mean…"

She was interrupted mid-babble by Merry. "You’re very involved in politics, but not that type of politics. I’m talking about the politics of the Sidhe courts. However, just to ease your mind, you can vote. I’m a registered voter, haven’t missed an election yet. About the Sidhe, though…"

. . . . . . . . . .

"Greetings Sheila, Princess of Life. Fare thee well?" A sarcastic undertone darkened the dulcet tones of the woman on the other side of the mirror.

Sheila was on her knees as soon as she recognized that the woman was the Unseelie Queen. "Greetings Andais, Queen of Air and Darkness, Ruler of the Unseelie Court."

Andais carelessly waved her hand. "We can drop all the polite crap. So, you screwed one of my Ravens and got yourself knocked up. Someone’s been a bad, bad girl."

Sheila just gulped. This conversation was not starting well. "Your Highness…"

Andais interrupted her. "I’m just playing with you." A smirk appeared on her face, not easing Sheila’s unease any. "While I should make an example out of both you and Barinthus, it doesn’t erase the fact that your child is a full Sidhe of immense powers. And that is not going to make Taranis happy. Especially since that places you in line for the throne."

"What?" That was definitely news to Sheila. While she was granted use of the royal address, she’d never been considered as a possible heir. Something had obviously happened in the courts.

"My dear, didn’t you know? Oh, that’s right. You were hiding like a frightened dog from little old me." Andais smiled. "As well you should have. If I had found you before the girl had shown any powers, I would have had both of you drowned. Powerful Sidhe children are to be welcomed. Halfbloods with no powers are to be killed. Simple rules to live by." The smile slipped from her face as she seemed pensive. "But that’s unrelated to the issue. The Seelie nobles have placed some new restrictions on your King. His heirs need to be able to prove their fertility, and are judged based on the power of both themselves and their offspring. The top four favorites are too weak to make a serious stand, and dear Meredith’s declined the position in favor of the Unseelie crown. As soon as the court hears about your return, you’ll be an outstanding favorite for heir apparent. You and Princess Willow both will be high in the line of accession. Of course, that’s assuming both you and the child live long enough for the court to hear. And you know what they say about assuming…"

. . . . . . . . . .

"You mean someone would want to kill me? What for? Why not you or Buffy or someone who matters?" Willow seemed confused at the idea that someone would want to see her dead.

"Because of you who you are." Merry could tell that the explanations were making little sense to Willow. "Granted, most Sidhe come into their powers early, but usually not that early or that strong. I still struggle with mine, although to be fair, I’ve had mine not even 6 months yet. Also, you’re the only other Princess of the Blood born on American soil besides me. You’re too powerful for the Seelies royals to allow a half-Unseelie like you to live." Along with about ten other reasons that Merry couldn’t reveal just yet. She’d hate to scare the girl too badly.

"Can I just say I really hate politics?"

"You and me both, kid. You and me both."

The End?

You have reached the end of "Heroes and Gods" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 14 Feb 05.

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