Enjoined, Chapter 4
Las Vegas, Nevada
The Twilight Time Motel, room 120
Wee hours of the morning, Sunday, June 8, 2003
Kennedy and Dawn, full of sugar and caffeine, had sprawled on one of the two double beds. Dawn had been talking her shiny-haired head off. She approached droning a couple of times, but mostly managed to walk the thin line.
She explained Willow's passions, good and bad, and how her friendship with Buffy and Xander and relationship with Oz coincided with gains in her confidence, and power as well. She explained how she believes that by performing the Curse of Restoration on Angel for the first time, Willow opened a door, a door which, as Giles said at the time, might have been better left closed. She explained the parallel between Willow's break with Oz and another increase in power. She explained how Willow's love for and with Tara seemed to coincide with yet another. She explained Tara's break with Willow and Willow's magicks bender. She explained that Willow flayed Warren, not only after Warren killed Tara, but immediately on the heels of Tara and Willow's wonderful reunion. Dawn explained everything. Meanwhile, Kennedy made a full course meal of her fingernails.
Dawn reached the end of her Dr. Pepper, and her main point of concern--the enjoining spell that Willow, Giles and Xander performed when Buffy had to battle Adam--the part-demon, part-machine, full-stop-monster created by Maggie Walsh and the Initiative.
Jumping up, eyes wide from excitement, surprise or over-caffeination, Kennedy said, "So you think it's Buffy's fault!"
Dawn sat up, hugging her knees against her chest. "Hey. Whoa. What is it with you? I sooooo did not say that. I do think all of them, particularly Giles and Willow rushed into the Enjoining Spell, or well, I guess they had to rush to save Riley. So 'rush' isn't fair. I suppose it seemed pointless to them, but with that dream immediately following that spell, I could never get over the fact that they did no more research."
Kennedy sat back on the bed, keeping one foot on the floor. "Were you... real... then, when they did the spell and had the dream?"
"I... I... I'm not sure. Based on the monk's journal that Spike and I lifted, I don't think so. After Glory was defeated and Buffy died, it seemed pointless to research it further. Are you noticing a pattern? Whatever, I--I guess. I'm real now. And I don't even really understand what the monks did. They might have folded time and had me actually born. They might have rewritten Buffy's history. Um... Where was I? At any rate, I think I must have come after that dream. My kittens are on Dracula being involved, but..."
"Kittens?"
"It's a Spike-ism. He bets--used to--bet them, in poker games."
"Oh. Spike gives me a will... Suddenly on board with the Wiggins-train."
"Huh?"
"Never mind. I just wish I had been there for Dracula. That must have been unreal. I interrupted you. Why'd you say, 'after the dream' they should have done more research?"
"The dream was a total flip-out, well, what I remember hearing was. I--I..."
"Eaves-dropped a lot as a kid?"
"Yeah."
"I'm down with that. You were growing up on a Hellmouth, with a slayer sister, with an itch for vampires. I'd have bought spy-ware."
"That's a story for another night," said Dawn. She recounted what she remembered hearing about the first time the First Slayer visited Buffy and friends in their dream. Together, Kennedy and Dawn drew dotted lines between the portents in that dream and all that had happened over the last year with The First.
Now sitting Indian style, her elbows drooped until they rested on her knees. She rubbed her hands together, then clasped them together, fingers inter-laced, as if in prayer. "Buffy dreamt about the first slayer during all this business with the First Evil, you know."
"Yeah," said Kennedy, "the night Chloe killed herself."
Dawn nodded. Kennedy eased her other leg onto the bed, and mirrored Dawn's pose. "According to the other Potentials, when Giles took them out to that sacred spot in the desert, he said the First Slayer had once appeared to Buffy there as well, as some sort of spirit guide. You're right, Dawn. They should have done more research. I suppose it's hard to find sources on prehistoric events, though."
"Well, since that's what prehistoric means... But, we have that book we used when we used that shadow-puppet storytelling thing. I think we could find some direction there, even it's only directions to clues about direction."
"Dawn, you know that's so going to be your gig, right?"
"Gig? Well, yeah. I've been researching for the gang for a while, now."
"I don't only mean for the gang, Dawn. When the rest of them figure out we're finally forming a new, slayer-centric, slayer-friendly Council of Watchers, you're research girl."
"When we... Oh! Wow! You're so right, Kennedy. That is what we're doing, isn't it. We're the new CoW!"
"Yeah, can you believe Giles and Buffy think they're just opening up an office supply business on the outskirts of Vegas?"
"No sh...kidding. That's the Buffy-dream they decide to pay attention to. If I had a clue-stick, it'd be all worn out by now. They're exasperating."
(chapter 4 cont'd in next post)