All I Really Need Is A Song In My Heart by
Joanna
C
Summary: Epilogue to Blame Canada
Spoilers: None specified.
Notes: Let's all have a big hand for Gileswench, who goaded, prodded and dragged me kicking and screaming to the end of this process---it was her birthday (and plotbunny) that started this all :-) Lova ya, babe. And to Ness, Cerian and AngelChase, among others, for their loyal and regular feedback---love you too! I promised you a happy ending. Hope you enjoyed the ride.
Buffy
Summers dropped her suitcase on the lawn and skipped
up the driveway.
"Dawn, are you
there?"
Her sister raced out
the front door and flew into her
arms. "Buffy,
you're back! Where's Giles?"
"Paying the
taxi driver. Why, did you miss him?"
"Of course! But
Buffy, tell him to hurry up, we have a surprise
for you."
Her eyes narrowed.
"You do?"
It was then she
noticed a smirking Xander watching
them from the
entryway. "What have you guys been up to?
This isn't another puppy, is it?"
"Giles!"
squealed Dawn. She cornered the watcher in a giant
bear hug. "You're back!"
He smiled and
returned the hug as best he could.
"You'd think
we'd been gone an eternity," he teased.
"Well, a lot
can happen in two weeks."
He looked briefly
alarmed. "What, is there another
puppy?"
"No, Alamo's
fine, just come inside!"
Buffy was already
inside and skimming through the
mail. "Bills,
bills...hey, check out the fancy paper
with the L.A.
postmark," she showed Giles. "What's THAT
about? Somebody getting married?"
"No, it's about
the baby," said Dawn. "We can talk about
that later."
"BABY???"
"God, don't you
ever check your email? Come
downstairs, already!
Xander, come show them!"
Buffy shook her
head. "Not so fast. I want to know
what's going on
here."
"Well, having
Willow and Tara staying here again..." began
Dawn.
"Yes?"
"Well, I'd
really missed them. I like having them
around. And you
know, it really does make sense a
little. I mean,
you'll still have to go to L.A. from
time to time, and
it's kind of inconvenient to have
them coming and
going like that and living out of
suitcases, when they
could just be...like they used
to, you know?
Here."
"We talked
about this. Dawnie, there's just no space! I
mean, I guess they could have my old room, but five adults
and one shower? And we'd have NO privacy..."
Dawn grinned
broadly. "Just come downstairs..."
Buffy and Giles
traded glances, then followed Dawn and
Xander into the
basement.
It had been
transformed: the floor had been lined with a
warm, even tile, and the walls painted a pale creamy yellow.
On the far end, the still-exposed plumbing had impeded
renovation, so the salvage from what had to be a
massive cleaning-out of all the junk they had stashed
in the basement over the years had been neatly relegated
to that side of the room and stacked neatly between
the bumps of piping. But the other half...
Xander and his
construction buddies had clearly been
busy. He'd put the
miniature apartment on a small
raised platform to
screen it off a little and make it
warm and
comfortable. There was a bed, some built-in shelving,
and two free-standing open-concept walls that
sectioned off a tiny bathroom, complete with shower
unit.
"Tito the
amazing really was...amazing," said Xander, fingering
the shower nozzle proudly. "This won't interfere
with the one upstairs."
Buffy was
speechless. "Xander, it's..."
"They're in
L.A. right now helping Lorne and Kate get
ready for
tomorrow," said Dawn. "But they've already moved
back in, I knew you wouldn't mind."
"I don't. I
mean, not if it's like this! This
is...wait, what's
happening tomorrow in L.A.?"
"I'll fill you
in while you're making me pancakes for
breakfast. So you
like this? Privacy AND Willow and
Tara and happy times
for everyone?"
"It's
beautiful," said Buffy.
"And of course,
they still get kitchen and living room rights,"
said Dawn. "This just lets 'em have a little privacy
and stuff. And their own bathroom. You guys still
have to share with me."
"We'll
manage," said Giles. Then, to Xander, he said "It's
lovely. Thank you."
"We can make
the extra bedroom an office or
something,"
said Dawn. "Whatever you want. I'll just need
a day or so to clear out Alamo's stuff."
"His
stuff?"
"Hey, it's been
two weeks..."
"Now,"
said Buffy, wisely choosing to ignore that opening.
"What was this you said about a baby?
**
Cordelia flew into
the Hyperion and dumped her school
bag on the floor.
"I have a
job!" she squealed.
Angel shoved aside
his newspaper.
"What?"
"A job! Well,
besides this one."
"Cor,
that's...what kind of job?"
"Well, I told
you how Professor Mel's been picking on
me, right? The
Television News Reporting instructor?
The one who accused
me of being a failed actress using
journalism as a
last-ditch effort to get my face on
TV?"
"Well, he said
that to everyone, didn't he? Not you
specifically..."
"So? He's a
jerk and a prick and he was really giving it
to me today because I accidentally edited out the background
sound on my E.N.G. which was SO not my
fault, by the
way..."
He sighed. "Cordy,
the job?"
"Right. Anyway,
who should overhear this tirade of eviltude
but Lynne Ivany...and do you know what she told
me?"
"Hmmm?"
"That's he's
RIGHT, Angel. That I really shouldn't be in
television journalism...because I am a natural for radio."
"Oh?"
"Apparently I
have just the voice for it, and in her
words, a personality
that just SCREAMS personality. And
it turns out this station she freelances for has an
opening for a call-in radio show gig that they've had
trouble filling because it's Friday night from midnight
to 6 am. I could so do that! Cause, hey, vampire
hours, right? And we're usually done the big nasty
by midnight, right? Ewww, that came out wrong. Well,
you know what I mean, the visions and the big bads
and the scooby summits, and it's only once a week,
and they're paying me, AND I get class credit!"
Angel frowned.
"A radio show?"
"Good evening
L.A., banter, banter, banter, our topic
tonight is, banter,
banter, banter, then taking
callers and mixing
in the bits of music and chitchat
and stuff to fill
out rest of it. Oh, and a cool
nickname!"
"A what?"
"Well, I'll be
a personality, see. Like Rockin' Rick?
Or Bulldog Dan? You
never use your REAL name because
there could be
psycho stalkers out there."
"Oh," said
Angel flatly. "Great."
"Anyway, we
were talking about what I could use and
she was practically
drooling when she found out about
you. Cause this is
the CITY of Angels, see, and your
NAME is
Angel..."
"Right. How
convenient."
"...and that's
bound to come up on-air, what with all
the banter...so
that's my tag. For KTLX, City of
Angels, this is
Chase, your ace, in the arms of HER
Angel. Isn't that
just...the coolest?"
He gave her an
indulgent hug. "Of course."
"So how was
YOUR day? Anything exciting happen?"
He pulled out of her
embrace with a sly smile.
"Actually,
yes."
"Oh?
"I was doing
some cleaning," he said. "And I heard some
funny noises coming from your old bedroom."
"Funny? Funny
how?"
"Well, if I
didn't know any better..." He paused suspensefully.
"I'd say that Phantom Dennis has
himself a new
Phantom Girlfriend."
"No!"
"Sure sounded
that way to me."
She frowned.
"But that would mean we have another ghost
in here. And you can't get a ghost unless somebody's..."
Her eyes widened. "Oh my god...Phantom Jenny?"
The wall thumped
once in smug acknowledgement
**
They left Sunnydale first thing in the morning.
"I still can't
believe this is happening," said Buffy. "Lorne
and Kate..."
"It should be
rather fascinating," said Giles. "I have never
seen a Pylean adoption ceremony before."
"Cause you
don't know any Pyleans," said Buffy, rolling
her eyes. "Or at least, none that have adopted 'til
now. So Dawn, they just came back from China with a
baby?"
"God, you
really don't read your email. Kate's really embraced
the normal life," said Dawn. "She quit the Sunnydale
PD right after you left, and was on the road to
L.A. the next morning. They went to Asia to find themselves."
"Looks like
they found someone else entirely,"
observed Giles.
Dawn's eyes widened.
"Giles! You cracked a joke!"
"It appears I
did. Shall I spoil it by saying
something
educational about the marvelous cultural opportunity
we will be having? Well, then. Looks like we're
here..."
They climbed out of
the car and stepped into the
Hyperion,
momentarily taken aback by the
transformation: the
spare lobby had been temporarily
cleared of AI's
files and office detritus and
festooned with
bright decoration---orange and red
balloons, silver
streamers and all manner of glittery
embellishment. At
one end stood Gunn, the designated
food person,
fiddling with a lavish buffet table. At
the other end stood
Cordelia, the designated camera
person, who was
filming the non-demon parts as an
assignment for her
video editing class. And in the
middle of the lobby,
as proud centerpiece, stood a
giant hot tub.
"Huh?"
goggled Buffy. "Is that what it looks like it is?"
"Yup,"
said Willow, sneaking in from the office behind them.
"Baptism, Pylean style: the baby is bonded with her
new parents by taking on their essences."
Dawn squinted.
"Essences?"
"Lorne and Kate
spent the night in that," Willow explained.
"The water is saturated with...well, them. So
at the end of the ceremony, we dunk the baby..."
"Ewwww!"
winced Dawn.
"It sounds
lovely," said Giles, glaring warningly at Dawn.
"I hope so. I'm
the one whose supposed to hold her
down there. It would
kind of ruin it if I accidentally
drowned the little
thing..."
"Speaking
of," said Dawn impatiently. "Where IS the baby?"
"In seclusion
with the high priestesses, of course," said
Willow with a modest bow.
"You
guys?" squeaked Dawn. "I thought you were just helping
them set up the food! Not that you don't have it
under control," she called to Gunn.
"We thought so
too," said Willow. "But we had a little trouble
finding a Pylean high priestess to officiate, for
obvious reasons. And can you imagine asking a human
priest to officiate at the adoption of a Chinese baby
by a white human mother and a green demon father?"
"I see your
point," said Buffy with a smile. "But you can't
tell me you aren't getting a kick out of playing wiccan
priestess for the day."
"For the day?
Buffy, we're, like, her godparents or
something. Lorne and
Kate are taking this VERY
seriously."
"First-time
parents," said Dawn. "Figures."
The door clanged
open as Xander, Anya and Wesley
finally arrived.
"Wow,"
said Xander. "Nice spread."
"You should be
taking notes," said Anya. "For when we have
babies. So we can do it like this."
"Us?
Have...babies?"
"Not now,"
she said, rolling her eyes. "You can commence
breathing again."
"A good
idea," said an amused voice behind them. "Wouldn't
want you to pass out or anything and ruin my baby's
naming ceremony."
A positively glowing
Kate stepped serenely into the
midst of the
gathering.
"Uh, no,"
stammered Xander. "I wouldn't...I mean..."
"We're all
quite pleased for you," translated Giles. "And
happy to be here."
"And some of
us, for personal reasons, even," teased Buffy.
"I swear, if I hear one more word about the marvelous
opportunity we will all be having to witness a
genuine Pylean ritual..."
Kate smiled.
"Enjoy it, Giles, as it will be the only Pylean
ritual you ever see. I swear, this is the only pleasant
thing Lorne's culture has ever produced, besides
him, of course. Are we ready?"
Amidst scattered
nods, Willow disappeared to track
down Lorne and Tara
while Kate organized the rest of
them.
"Semi-circle,
around the hot tub," Kate explained. "Angel,
Cordelia...okay, now Wesley, Gunn, Buffy, okay,
and Giles and Dawn on this side, and Xander, Anya
over here..."
Lorne stepped softly
into place behind her. "You
ready?" he
said.
Kate nodded.
"Let's do it..."
All eyes turned to
the grand staircase, where Tara
appeared with a
small bundle in her arms. She stopped
at the foot of the
tub, and with Willow's help,
unwrapped the baby.
The infant was
clothed only in a diaper, and Tara
cuddled her gently,
beckoning Lorne and Kate to her
side. With solemn
ceremony, the two parents each
grabbed a tiny hand.
"We conduct
this naming ceremony according to ancient Pylean
custom," began Willow. "Dating from the olden days,
when those captured in battle would join the clan
who took them. I think the metaphor is obvious, people."
"Love's like a
battle?" guessed Dawn. "Lorne's captured
Kate?"
"I think they
are referring to the fact that Lorne and Kate
come from such different backgrounds," said Buffy.
"It's
brilliant," said Giles. "That such a barbaric culture
could produce a ritual so lovely..."
Willow cleared her
throat impatiently, and Tara angled
the baby slightly so
that everyone could see her.
"But in Pylean
culture, this child would not simply be
joining a
family," she continued. "She would be joining
a clan, an extended family of those her
parents hold
dear---friends, family, often, those who have
proven themselves in battle with them...."
"You are our
clan," said Kate. "Every one of you here...you've
earned it. You've given us your love and trust,
and now, we are calling upon it again and asking
you to assume this responsibility. She will consider
you her own, and may call on you at any time for
counsel."
They nodded
solemnly.
"When we call
your name, you'll approach the tub," explained
Tara. "You'll immerse your right hand into the
water and swirl it around three times to mix your essence
in with those of her parents, then you'll place
your damp palm on the child's heart and give her a
blessing. Charles Gunn?"
Gunn stepped
forward, swirled his hand in the tub and placed
his palm on the baby's bare chest. "Love and peace,"
he said.
"Wesley
Wyndam-Pryce, and in absentia, Fiona?"
"Bravery and
wisdom," he said, touching the baby softly.
"Rupert
Giles?"
Giles nodded and
swirled his hand in the water. "Faith and
honour."
"Buffy
Summers?"
The baby scrunched
her eyes and wiggled in Tara's
arms. "Hope and
happiness."
"Dawn
Summers?"
Dawn grimaced as her
hand hit the water, then twirled
her fingers
playfully. "Fun and fashion."
"Angel?"
He approached the
baby timidly, then touched her with
cold, damp fingers.
"Strength and courage."
"Cordelia
Chase?"
She twirled her
fingers with playful flourish. "Heart and
harmony," she bestowed.
"Xander
Harris?"
He stood over his
new godchild thoughtfully for a
moment, dripping
water onto her silky black hair.
"Brains and
beauty," he finally decided.
"And Anya?"
She tapped her
fingers into the water. "Wealth and worldliness,"
she concluded, giving the baby a
satisfied nod.
Tara swirled her
free hand into the water and placed
it on the baby's
heart. "Pride and passion," she said with
a smile.
She passed the baby
to Willow, who dipped her palm in
the tub, then
lightly stroked the child's tummy with
her damp finger and
bestowed the final blessing.
"Magic and
mystery."
Kate paused to
gently wipe the tears off Lorne's
blubbering cheek
before addressing her baby's honorary
family.
"Lorne doesn't
have a legal last name," she
explained. "And
mine is an L, so he'll be
represented."
She smiled at the baby. "Clan Lockley, then.
We stand with you."
Lorne nodded to
Giles. "We'd like to call her Jenny, if
that's all right."
Giles stammered
dumbly, clearly stunned. "That would be...lovely."
Kate's smile was
bittersweet. "We all have a lost
friend," she
said. "And on the mother's side...she was someone
I knew, but not so well in life as
after....she never
got her due, never got her chance...but
she helped us, in ways we only recently came
to understand, and she deserves to be remembered."
Kate swirled her
hand into the mire, then touched her
baby's forehead.
"We name you Janna Marlena...in their memory."
She let her hand
fall away and nodded to Willow, who
dunked the baby into
the tub and submerged her. "Janna Marlena,"
she repeated. "In their memory." She let go of
the baby, and Lorne and Kate plunged their hands into
the water together and pulled their daughter into the
world.
End.
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