The Chosen
Rating: Pg-13
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy or Angel, I do, however, own Sarah, Keith, and Jamie (and some other characters)
Summary: Years of separation are about to end (not what you think it’s gonna be)
Episode One: Hellmouth High
The young woman quickly raced through the streets, all too aware that she was being followed. Grinning, she ducked behind the trash bins.
“Where’d she go?”
She had to try not to giggle, for the vampires were just too stupid. One more step. C’mon! Yes! She leapt out.
The first vampire felt a foot collide with his face. And it hurt. A lot.
Snarling, his hand clasped around his attacker’s foot. “What do have here?” He glared at the girl. “What do you think you are? Some kind of Slayer?”
The blonde grinned. “Wrong!”
“Incendre!” The vampire holding her immediately burst into flames. The red-haired woman scowled. “How many times have we told you not to go ahead of us?”
The girl rolled her eyes. “Only a hundred or so. C’mon! My idea worked just fine!”
“I don’t like you being bait!” The spellcaster sighed. “I do not fancy picking my daughter off the floor.”
“You don’t have to worry about that. I’m fine. You and Mama taught me just fine. Really.”
The redhead pulled her daughter in closer. “Let’s just go home.”
Grinning, the blonde laughed, “Great! I’m starved!”
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“Mama! Keith! Anna! Joey! Claire!” The blonde slammed the door. She was met with multiple scowling faces.
“Sarah Joyce Rosenberg-Maclay (imagine having a name like that). Please do not yell at three in the morning.”
The girl blushed. “Sorry.”
The woman’s face broke into a smile as the redhead entered. She rushed over to the other woman, greeting her with a kiss. “Hey Wills.”
Willow grinned. “How’ve you been this…lonely night?” Sarah rolled her eyes as her parents began to flirt.
She took one last look at the two women before heading upstairs.
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She stared at the ceiling. She was bored. And she couldn’t sleep. She hated both. Glancing at her clock, she groaned. Only two more hours till wakey time.
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Tara smiled as her oldest daughter bounded down the stairs. “Did you get any sleep last night?”
Sarah smirked. “I could ask the same about you and Mom.”
The older witch gave the teen a quick peck on the cheek. “Here’s your lunch. Now get going before you miss the bus and I have to wake your Mama. And you know what she’s like in the morning.”
Sarah quickly rushed out the door.
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Sighing, she slowly crept out of bed; careful not to disturb…whoever it was that night.
Grunting, she quickly put her clothes back on. Her hand went to the pendant on her.
She never took that off. Never.
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“Hey Sarah!” Lucas cheerfully slid in beside her. He quickly pulled his lunch out and stuffed it into his mouth. “Sup?” He asked with a full mouth.
“Not much.” She yawned.
“Not enough sleep eh? Me neither. Stupid school.”
The blonde nodded in agreement. “Have you read the article on Stephens?”
The dark haired boy groaned. “You know that I don’t bother with that stupid paper!”
Green eyes held annoyance. “Hey, I don’t diss all that porn you read!”
Lucas’s face turned bright red. “It is not porn!”
Sarah shrugged. “Keep on saying that.”
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“I’m home!” The teen bounded into the house.
Willow came into the kitchen. “How’d I know that you’d come straight here?”
“I always do.” She walked up to her mother and took the baby from her. “Hey there Claire.” The baby yawned. “Is Anna up yet?”
“Tara’s feeding her. She refuses to use the cup.”
“Mama loves to feed her.” Willow nodded in agreement. “My baby loves babies. A lot.” She smiled. “So, any homework?”
“Nope! Got it all down during study hall.”
“Wanna help me update the demon database?”
“Sure. I still don’t see why you have that. You and Mama know just about all the demons.”
Willow’s eyes darted around nervously, “Well, what if…if something happened to me or Mama? You’d need to know about all those monsters.”
Sarah nodded, knowing that that wasn’t the main reason for the database. Neither mother spoke about it.
“Any news on the Slayer?”
“Yeah, they sent her to New York.”
“Do you think I’ll ever get to meet her?”
The redhead sighed. Ever since her daughter wad little and had been told about Buffy and Faith, she had wanted to meet a Slayer. “I don’t know. Maybe. You never know.”
“Tell me again about Buffy.”
Willow smiled. “I’ve told you about her a billion times.”
“Then make it a billion and one.”
“Well, I met her when I was your age. Of course back then, I had no idea that there were vampires running around.” Both girls chuckled.
“How’d she die again?” She knew it was a sore subject for her mothers. They never told her the truth. She knew that.
“Vampire attack.”
“Hey!” The new voice interrupted.
Willow smiled, happy to be off the Slayer Subject.” “Hey Keith! How was school?”
Sarah groaned as her mother gave her brother the after school routine. She headed up to her room. There wouldn’t be any new news that day.
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“Baa!” Claire called out, reaching for her sippey cup. “Cup! Cup!” Beside her, Anna giggled, thinking her twin sister was the funniest thing in the world.
Joey grinned and handed the cup to his sister. “Here ya go Claire!” He laughed as her little hand took it away from him. He turned to look at Keith. “Can I play soccer with you tomorrow?” The seven year-old looked at his brother hopefully.
“I…I was going to play with the guys. Maybe some other time.” Joey’s face fell.
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Sarah slowly tiptoed down the stairs, hoping to get a snack. She paused, hearing her Mom’s voice.
“So you’re all good? Good for you!”
The teen peeked into the room. Her Mom was on the couch with Tara’s head on her lap. She was stroking her sleeping wife’s hair.
“Everything’s under control here. Don’t worry. No, she doesn’t know yet. Good night.”
Willow hung up the phone, unaware that Sarah had heard, and was now even more suspicious.
Alright, so Willow and Tara have 4 kids: Sarah, Keith, Joey, Claire, and Anna.
I'm going to drop hints and all in the chapters. You're all going to guess who had which kid. (see I can make reading this fun!)
"Death cannot stop true love. It can only delay it." The Princess Bride
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BeastBoy: She thinks I'm funny.
Raven:Statistically, I suppose, somebody has to.
at: 12/14/04 7:38 pm
Can't wait for more 
