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I suppose it's possable I don't want this story to be over. the rest is here
“It’s almost magic how a house full of people can vanish when the kitchen needs to be cleaned. If we put the dishes off until after we subdue the source of all evil and correct an age old fault in the Slayer line; the counter will be stained and we might as well toss out the pan.” Anya said scrubbing at a spot clearly upset.
“You don’t feel left; out do you, darling?” Giles asked knowing it wasn’t the dishes that bothered her
“What, because I won’t be drinking and getting all powered up with the rest of you?”
“You make it sound like an orgy.” Giles complain.
Anya said “Oh, I know it won’t be anything nearly as interesting, otherwise I would complain.”
“But you are worried.” Giles said. putting his arms around her.
“Pre-apocalypse jitters that’s all.”
“I know you better than that, Anya. There’s some specific worry mixed in with the general fear of death or dismemberment.”
“I’m worried this won’t work but I don’t feel left out of the fight. I know I’m doing my part” What concerned Anya wasn’t herself; she was worried that they might be forcing people into roles they weren’t meant to have. Andrew a Watcher? The annoying boy had been kicked out of one room after the other last night. Anya wasn’t sure if he wanted comfort, sex or both but he ended up playing scrabble with Xander and Clem. And Willow was a witch, not a Slayer, It couldn’t be helped though, they were all doing what they had to and it did right an injustice.
Rupert knew all this so she just said honestly.“As for power, there is plenty of power in who I am now and in what I’m becoming.”
“You won’t get any argument from me, dearest. I think you grow stronger and more beautiful every day. God don’t cry.” Giles held her tighter.
“Well it’s not fair of you to say something like that. I’ve got hormones and besides, what am I going to say to you? Me too, lacks something and you’ll just think I’m being polite.”
“Is that it then?” Giles asked rubbing the bump of her belly.
“No, well, maybe.” She tried to find the words to explain that she finally felt real to herself. She wasn’t acting out a script written by some one else anymore and everyone deserved that. “We’re not forcing them to be what they can’t or shouldn’t be - are we? What if we’re just making it worse?”
“Ah, I’ve been thinking about this too.” Giles knew exactly how it felt after all to be forced into a mold that didn’t fit. It wasn’t what he wanted for these children they were his as much as the one inside Anya’s womb. “Everyone has made as informed a decision as possible. We just have trust. What else can we do?”
“I suppose I’m ready as I’ll ever be.” Anya said putting the last pan away. “Let’s go see if the rest of them are.”
“It’s almost magic how a house full of people can vanish when the kitchen needs to be cleaned. If we put the dishes off until after we subdue the source of all evil and correct an age old fault in the Slayer line; the counter will be stained and we might as well toss out the pan.” Anya said scrubbing at a spot clearly upset.
“You don’t feel left; out do you, darling?” Giles asked knowing it wasn’t the dishes that bothered her
“What, because I won’t be drinking and getting all powered up with the rest of you?”
“You make it sound like an orgy.” Giles complain.
Anya said “Oh, I know it won’t be anything nearly as interesting, otherwise I would complain.”
“But you are worried.” Giles said. putting his arms around her.
“Pre-apocalypse jitters that’s all.”
“I know you better than that, Anya. There’s some specific worry mixed in with the general fear of death or dismemberment.”
“I’m worried this won’t work but I don’t feel left out of the fight. I know I’m doing my part” What concerned Anya wasn’t herself; she was worried that they might be forcing people into roles they weren’t meant to have. Andrew a Watcher? The annoying boy had been kicked out of one room after the other last night. Anya wasn’t sure if he wanted comfort, sex or both but he ended up playing scrabble with Xander and Clem. And Willow was a witch, not a Slayer, It couldn’t be helped though, they were all doing what they had to and it did right an injustice.
Rupert knew all this so she just said honestly.“As for power, there is plenty of power in who I am now and in what I’m becoming.”
“You won’t get any argument from me, dearest. I think you grow stronger and more beautiful every day. God don’t cry.” Giles held her tighter.
“Well it’s not fair of you to say something like that. I’ve got hormones and besides, what am I going to say to you? Me too, lacks something and you’ll just think I’m being polite.”
“Is that it then?” Giles asked rubbing the bump of her belly.
“No, well, maybe.” She tried to find the words to explain that she finally felt real to herself. She wasn’t acting out a script written by some one else anymore and everyone deserved that. “We’re not forcing them to be what they can’t or shouldn’t be - are we? What if we’re just making it worse?”
“Ah, I’ve been thinking about this too.” Giles knew exactly how it felt after all to be forced into a mold that didn’t fit. It wasn’t what he wanted for these children they were his as much as the one inside Anya’s womb. “Everyone has made as informed a decision as possible. We just have trust. What else can we do?”
“I suppose I’m ready as I’ll ever be.” Anya said putting the last pan away. “Let’s go see if the rest of them are.”
