The Song Remembers When
Chapter Forty-Six
RATING: R
COUPLING: Buffy/Riley Willow/Graham
SUMMARY: A/U - Riley has left Buffy, and this is 10 years into the
future.
DISCLAIMER: All BtVS characters belong to the wonderfully talented
mind of Joss Whedon. However Karin does own Riley's daughters and Sam the
nanny, Nicole and Steve Bishop.
FEEDBACK: Pretty, pretty please! We really hate to beg, but will.
SPOILERS: All of Season 5, and our own little universe.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: 1) Thank you Amy who is Beta'ing this for us.
2) To all the wonderful authors out there who inspire us, thank you for challenging us everyday. Thank everyone who finds the time to send us feedback!
Riley stood down the hall from Evan’s room, feeling really torn with the decision he was about to make. He was torn between spending the night with his son or rushing home to be in on the planning session to rescue Jordan. It was hell not being able to be in two places at once or to split his body into two, not to mention placing the importance of one child’s life over the other. Thank God he didn’t have to make *that* decision.
Right after Cordelia had had her mind blowing vision and they realized that Jordan was still alive, Graham and Marc jumped into action to spearhead the little girl’s rescue. That had been about an hour ago. They and all the others had left and by now were back at the house starting the strategic planning. Riley had argued with them to let him help organize the rescue but everyone else felt it was best that things be left to Graham and Marc. Riley was too emotionally involved and may not make important decisions with a clear head. This rescue was much too important to allow mistakes to be made.
Riley at least wanted to say goodbye to Evan before he left and was just about to don some scrubs when he noticed Buffy step out of the changing room, dressed to go inside. Riley shook his head to tell himself ‘no’, not to go in now. For one, the last heated words he spoke to Buffy still hung in the air. And two, he didn’t want to admit to Buffy that she may have been right all along, and majik *was* the answer to finding Jordan.
He watched Buffy open Evan’s door and walk inside. Riley was ashamed of himself. He really wished he could make things better between them, but then his stubborn pride always seemed to get in the way.
“The hell with it, I’m going in.” He said, starting towards the changing room. Just then his cell phone rang, halting his progress.
“Finn.” He answered briskly.
“Rye, its Chris.”
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“Hey, what’s up?”
She really didn’t want to do this to her brother-in-law. It was such a small emergency that logically, any one of them should be able to handle it but the truth was, only Riley could.
Sighing, she answered. “We need to have you come home, Rye. Tristan…”
“Is she hurt?” Riley exclaimed, his mind automatically jumping to a worst-case scenario.
“No, no.” Chris was quick to reassure him. “It’s just that she woke up from her nap with some kind of nightmare….”
“…And she’s screaming and crying.” Riley quickly followed with a sigh himself. He knew the routine well.
“Anya and Xander tried to calm her down but…”
“I know, nothing works.” He answered. He knew what he had to do…go home. “I’m on my way.”
“I’m sorry Rye, if there was something else that we could do.” Chris said in an apologetic tone of voice.
“No…s’okay, I’ll leave now. Try telling her Daddy’s on his way home.” He answered.
“Thanks.” Chris answered back before hanging up.
Riley closed his cell phone and looked longingly down the hall towards his son’s room. “Ev, just try holding on a little longer...”
Riley slipped the cell phone into his pocket and putting his leather jacket on, turned to go.
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While Buffy was spending a little time with Evan before they went back to the hotel for the night, Lindsey decided he wasn’t just going to sit in the waiting room, being idle and bored. There was a certain lovely blonde doctor he wished to see and plans needing to be made.
"Do you want me to try for him now?" Amy asked.
"No, take your time, there's no rush. A good plan needs time to develop, work out all the kinks, that is unless you *like* kinks." He said, cocking one eyebrow.
"Mmmm, there are times and places for kinks." She answered, a dreamy look appearing on her face. Amy remembered that one time she handcuffed Riley to the bedposts. She had never seen him come so hard as he had that time.
"Thinking of something pleasant?" Lindsey asked with mock interest.
"Yeah, it seems he enjoys a little torture, if you know what I mean. The boy loves dominant women."
*Before little Miss California showed up Riley was all mine, lock, stock and barrel.*
"Now there's something I wouldn't have guessed." Lindsey replied almost shocked. Finn had always seemed like the dominant one, but I guess you can never tell what a guy likes in the bedroom." Lindsey shrugged.
"So what do you like in the bedroom? Do you like to be the dominated or the dominant?" She rested her hand on his chest.
"Would you like to find out?" He laughed.
"Well it will give me something to amuse myself with, till we strike." She smiled seductively at Lindsey.
"Why, Dr. Hatfield, I think I have found a kindred soul." He said, kissing her fingertips.
"Just a word of warning McDonald, you fuck with me and I'll kill you." She smiled, before latching onto his tie and pulling him to her.
"Just the same warning I was going to issue you." He said, against her lips before claiming them.
*Yes this would be one partnership he would enjoy!*
Amy pulled back from the kiss and grabbed Lindsey by the hand and led him into her office.
"Come on darlin' you and me have got some major planning to do." She said, closing the door behind them.
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A little later they were sitting on the couch and sipping coffee. Amy was explaining to Lindsey all about her relationship with Riley Finn.
"I just don't understand why Riley's fallen for this little California chick. I mean he loves dominate women, they *really* get him hot. He's even told me Claire was dominant and I heard of some of their exploits, boy
talk about wild. I know whenever I tried to be demure, he got bored. He once told me he didn't know why but women holding leadership roles were always a big turn-on for him. The more power they had the hotter he got."
"Really?" Lindsey asked, cocking his eyebrow. Things were getting very interesting now, and he was learning things about Riley Finn that he’d never suspect in a million years.
"Yeah, one night we were in the middle of some really steamy sex while in his office and I don't know why, but instead of calling out my name he called out someone by the name of Mary...Molly...what was it?" Amy thought for a few seconds. "Oh I know now... Maggie. Yeah, that was it, it was Maggie."
Lindsey was very interested. *Finn's been pretty active since he walked out on Buffy.*
"I asked him about Maggie and he said he didn't know why but all of sudden he thought of her and he came real hard. Riley told me Maggie used to be the head of some military group he was in but she's dead now, murdered I think."
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Riley walked through the front door and had just hung up his jacket in the closet when he heard a little girl’s voice behind him screech with happiness.
"Daddy!" Hope called, racing down the hall toward her father.
"Hey, sweetheart." Riley dropped to his knees to hug his middle child.
"Can you come listen to me play? Mrs. Stewart gave me this piece to work on and I think I almost got it." She hugged him back tightly, her little arms encircling his strong neck.
"Baby I'd love to, and I promise I will when all this is over, but I came home because of Tristan's nightmare."
"Oh, sure. Yeah. Fine." She mumbled, letting go of him and stepping back. She should’ve known there was a reason for him to show up so early.
"I promise the next time I come home." Riley replied, standing back up and he honestly meant it, if he ever got a free moment, that is.
"Sure, whatever." She shrugged her shoulders before disappearing down the hall to her music room.
*Oh, God I hurt her feelings and I really don't have time...* Riley thought, watching her walk slump-shouldered back toward the music room.
"How about a story tonight?" Riley called out after her, thinking that might curb her disappointment.
"Really?!" Hope asked, stopping in her tracks and turning back to him in surprise.
"Yeah, how about we make tonight a special treat. You can stay up late and we'll make it a real long story." He said, seeing the look of happiness coming back to her face. "So after dinner you and Tristan choose a book that you want me to read and I'll do it, I promise."
Hope clapped her hands, excitedly. "Thank you Daddy, you're the greatest."
Riley also thought that maybe he could fit in listening to her song.
"And after I'm finished talking with Tristan I'll come down and listen to you play your song." Riley said, smiling at the now very happy little girl.
Hope ran down the hall back to the music room, squealing in delight. She was going to practice hard until he came back so that she could play the piece perfectly for him. The little girl wanted so much to show her daddy that she could do something that he’d be proud of.
"What's the matter with her?" Riley asked turning to Chris, after the door of the music room was shut and he heard the first notes of the song being played.
"She's locked herself away from everyone, we've all tried getting through to her, but nothing." Chris replied.
"Well Hope is a little harder to reach sometimes than the other two, but you just have to learn how to handle her." Riley nodded.
"Come on, Tristan's with Xander." Anya offered steering Riley toward the den.
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Hope practiced and practiced, and each time she finished the song she walked to the door and opened it, hoping to see her daddy come walking down the hallway. But she saw nothing and heard only an occasional voice coming from another part of the house, and none of them were her daddy’s. She looked over at the clock sitting on the mantle. Hope couldn’t tell time very well but she did know that when the big hand was straight up it was the beginning of a new hour. When her daddy said he would listen to her, the big hand was on the 12 and the little hand was on the 4, now the big hand was on the 6 and the little hand was between 5 and 6. She wasn’t sure how much time that was but she knew it had been long.
The little girl walked back to the piano and climbed back onto the bench. "Nobody cares about me. It's always either Jordan or Tristan, and now there's Evan, too." She said, running her fingers over the ivory piano keys.
"If I was to go missing like Jordy did, they probably won't even care." She pouted.
"Or if I was dying like Evan, Daddy wouldn't spend all his time with me, like he does with Evan."
"Even Aunt Chris and Uncle Xander care more about Tristan and her stupid nightmares. I could have nightmares too, but they wouldn't even notice. No, they'd probably tell me to stop screaming and be a big girl and go practice my piano." Hope yelled, smashing her fist repeatedly over the keys so it sounded like thunder, because thunder seemed to fit her mood today.
She pounded and pounded, hoping that maybe *someone* would hear the noise and at least come into the room to tell her to play quietly. Anything...any response would do, all Hope wanted was for her family to acknowledge that she even existed.
Nothing...not a sound....not a word...nobody seemed to care.
Hope slammed the dust cover down over the keys with a loud bang, and then with a mournful sound, curled up into a ball on the piano bench and started crying.
"Why was I even born?" She sobbed out loud.
"Mommy why did you have to die? Why did you leave me so alone?"
‘Nobody cares about me. I bet they don't even know I'm still in here. Uncle Ian would though, he'd know." Hope said, thinking of her godfather whom she hadn’t seen in several weeks. He was often gone but when he came back, he always made it a point to pay special attention to her.
"Yeah, Uncle Ian would care…a lot."
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Riley figured it wouldn’t take too long to get Tristan calmed down and it didn’t. All she needed was to see her daddy come walking through the door and she knew the big scary monster wasn’t going to come back anytime soon. Her daddy could always chase away whatever was in her nightmares.
"You okay now, Tristy?" He asked, giving her a hug before letting her slip off his lap, after she was through telling him all about her nightmare.
"Uh, huh." She answered nodding and then reaching up, gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I’m all better now, Daddy."
"Good." Riley said, smiling at his little pixie of a daughter and giving her a light swat on the behind, sent her on her merry way. "Go on then and play while you still have a little time left before dinner."
"Yay!" She yelled.
"Are you going to go listen to Hope now?" Chris asked, as Riley stood up from the couch and watched Tristan run out of the den, heading towards the games room where Mason, Travis and Myles could be heard cheering and calling out while they played video games.
Riley thought if he concentrated hard enough he could almost hear Evan’s voice coming from the other room, too.
"Hmmm....what?" He asked, being shaken out of his reverie. "Hope...oh, yeah. Hope and her song."
Riley looked down at his watch and noticed it was only 4:20. He figured he could take a few minutes to do just one other thing before going to listen to Hope’s piano piece.
"I will in a couple of minutes, there’s something else I need to do first."
On the way home, Buffy’s question kept running through his mind. The question he refused to answer that morning...actually, the question he couldn’t answer for her. No matter how much he wanted to tell Buffy that Claire would’ve accepted Evan as an equal to his daughters, Riley wasn’t so sure. And the fact that he couldn’t give Buffy an answer may again cost him the love of his life, but this time it would be permanently.
However, pursuing Buffy also made Riley feel guilty, because he felt he was betraying the memory of his wife Claire, and while she was alive, had given him her undying love, even though Riley couldn’t return it in equal measure. Maybe it was the fact that she was 2 years older than Riley, that was partly responsible for his feeling the way he did. It was as if he’d married a younger version of Maggie Walsh. Claire, like Maggie, had even been a mentor to Riley- she coached and helped him research for his PHD. Riley was positive if it hadn’t been for Claire’s help and encouragement, getting his professorship would’ve been much harder to do.
Claire, when Riley met her, was unique...beautiful...a woman of diverse talents. Not only was she a psychiatrist, she was a computer expert and a meticulous researcher. There wasn’t an information source that she didn’t have clearance for direct excess. That’s why she’d be on the computer looking up information, while Riley and Graham would have their heads together organizing the attack, whenever a crisis unfolded somewhere in the world.
But that wasn’t the full extent of Claire’s of talents. She was also an avid writer, publishing research papers on Post-traumatic Stress Disorder and writing articles in medical journals on the treatment of the ailment. And she liked to keep a journal, her private little world put down on paper.
After Claire died, Riley just didn’t have the heart to pack away her things but then again, it tore him apart to see all of Claire’s personal effects lying around the house. So, he asked Nicole to pack them away for him. One of those things was Claire’s journal, which Riley had just pulled out of a box that had been placed in the crawl space of the basement, out of sight...buried deep...like Claire’s body.
When Riley told Claire about Buffy, at first she’d listen to him rant and rave with a sympathetic ear. But as time went on and they became closer, Riley noticed a change come over her. If he’d start to bring up the subject of Buffy, she’d cut him off angrily.
"Yeah, yeah, Riley I know...she never told you she loved you...she doesn’t know how much she hurt you...God, you’re sounding like a broken record. Listen, as a girlfriend she’s long dead and gone, figuratively speaking if not literally. She’s just not worth fretting over honey. So quit living in the past and get on with your life. You have so much to live for and you don’t need her to do it."
After that, Riley dropped the subject, not wanting to upset her, especially after finding out she was pregnant with his child. Riley wasn’t about to leave Claire to have her raise a baby alone. He fully accepted his responsibility.
He didn’t stop loving Buffy, however, and secretly wanted to find *some* information on what happened to her, no matter how small or insignificant it was. But Riley was never successful, just as he thought he was narrowing in on something, the site would be locked up tight. Riley began to think it was God’s way of telling him not to do anything stupid and jeopardize his marriage. Nevertheless, he couldn’t stop, searching for her had become an obsession, one that could be suppressed for a short period of time but it would always reappear again, often from the slightest provocation. Riley knew he was betraying his wife, even though he wasn’t actually cheating on her, and became racked with guilt.
The next several nights after one of his searching jags, Riley would try to relieve the guilt by making passionate love to his wife. As always, there would be at least one night that Claire would take over and their lovemaking turned kinky. She’d play a dominatrix and Riley would always give in to her, often ending up on the receiving end of various S & M toys such as wrist and ankle restraints, cock and ball rings, soft whips, and swings. Riley didn’t think there was a single sex toy made that Claire didn’t have at least one of locked up in her special ‘toy chest’ tucked away in the closet.
"Yup, you name it and I was probably tied to it, wearing it, lying on it, or trussed up with it. She’d get so hot from playing the games and I’d get hot just looking at her. God the outfits...unbelievable! I’d start oozing as soon as she walked into the room."
Riley remembered his favorites, Claire would come out of the bathroom dressed in black, with a leather thong, garter-belt, fishnet hose, spiked-heels, and a leather bra so tiny that her size ‘D’ breasts would spill over the top.
Or the one that was shaped like two back-to-back V’s, one to be worn in the front and one for the back. These were made of narrow strips of leather coming down from the shoulders. The front one met at a point between her legs, the back met at a point at the base of the spine and then turned into a thong. They weren’t made to hold anything up or in, and barely concealed the essentials. Claire’s well-toned legs were bare, wearing only matching leather sandals that corded up to the knees.
Then there was one outfit that would make a professional stripper green with envy. It was two metal pasties, studded in the middle with a ring suspended from each stud. The pasties covered only the wearer’s nipples and were connected to each other by a chain attached to the rings. Along with the pasties, Claire would wear a silver satin G-string and matching mid-thigh spike-heeled boots. With her white skin, she looked like an ice goddess.
And finally, her biker outfit. Claire would slip on a short, form fitting, copper-studded denim Hell’s Angels jacket, which she wore snapped partially closed and nearly exposing her breasts. Completing the outfit she’d wear dark blue-silk crotchless panties, knee-high boots, and tight fitting leather gloves. Any hardcore biker would’ve given their eyeteeth to have Claire sharing the seat of their ‘Hog’ and cruise down the highway.
She’d complete each ensemble by wearing various rhinestone, leather, or spiked dog collars and matching wristbands. Her long, flaming red hair would be piled high on top of her head or pulled into a ponytail to flow down behind, the tip just touching her firm round ass. And finally, to complete the look, she’d carry a faux cat-of-nine-tails, whip, or riding crop.
When she’d enter the bedroom, it was obvious that this tall seductive Amazon was the person who really controlled their relationship. She’d firmly lead her willing husband to the sacrifice by taking him up that steep slope of sexual frenzy, pushing and pulling him back and forth over its abyss until he could no longer stand the torture, and listen gleefully at his begging and pleading to be set free. Then, with her final push, Riley would fall, crying out while his racked and convulsing body careened downward until it hit bottom and he lay there in a broken heap, gasping for breath.
He would be out of breath and unable to talk for several minutes. But the adrenaline had built up to such high levels that it continued to overflow, and the lust and need for this woman came barreling down on him like a freight train. Their lovemaking became inflamed, savage, and unbridled, like that morning in the hayloft and would continue unabated for hours. Both would come again and again, yelling out and calling each other’s name so loudly that they often woke up the children and occasionally a neighbor or two. In the end, they’d both collapse exhausted, unable to draw enough energy to even crawl out of bed.
For days afterward, it was all Riley could do to keep his hands off his wife, and his mind on his work. Any desire to find Buffy was repressed...temporarily forgotten. Their marriage was secure for a while, until the next time there was something that triggered thoughts of the blonde slayer. Then, Riley would start the cycle all over again.
As he continued to daydream of the voluptuous, statuesque beauty, he was brought back to reality by the feel of cool air between his legs. Riley looked down at his crotch and saw a gaping hole in his pants.
"And these were my favorite jeans." He whined.
Riley was embarrassed to discover his cock had broken through the zipper and now stood tall, proud and wanting Claire.
"Shit, how am I gonna get back upstairs without anyone seeing me!? Think Finn...think!"
A few minutes later Riley was skulking quietly up the stairs to his room, listening for voices and hoping not to run into anyone. His shirttail was pulled out below his sweater and Claire’s journal was strategically clenched against his body. He was planning on taking his unruly cock in hand and calming it before settling down to read his wife’s journal.
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Sitting down on his couch now relaxed and wearing something not so confining, Riley mentally prepared himself for taking a trip back to the past. With a deep breath, he opened up the journal and quickly skimmed through various daily entries about her work and friends, then slowed down when he came to entries about their budding relationship. Reading those, he smiled remembering the happy times they spent together. He continued reading, leaning back against the couch with his feet propped up on the ottoman. But upon reading one particular entry, he sat up with a start.
May 10, 2001
My God, I was searching Public Records on the Internet and ran across Buffy Summers. She filed a birth certificate! I had a copy downloaded and printed up. My worst fears have come true, yes, she listed the child’s father as Riley Finn and what’s really bad is, the baby's a boy. All Riley talks about is wanting a son so he can teach him how to play football and go camping, like his father and brothers use to do. And I’ve seen that look of longing every time Kevin and Chris come to visit and they bring their little boys with them. I’m positive Riley’s jealous of his older brother.
Shit, that explains the phone call Graham got that day last month. It must’ve come from California.... It had to be ‘Buffy the Bitch’ trying to tell Riley about the baby. She *knew* he wouldn’t abandon her now that she has a baby. Thank God, Graham was the one who answered the phone. He hates what Buffy did to Riley as much as I do, and won’t put up with her self-centered ‘poor me’ crap. God, I wish now he had just told her to go to hell and hung up on her.
I've got to put a block on this site so Riley can never find out he has a son.
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Riley remembered that day when Graham received the phone call.
"Who was it, Gray?" Riley asked, watching Graham as he quietly hung up the phone. All Riley could hear from Graham’s side of the conversation was, "I’m sorry, I can’t help you....No, you can’t talk to him and that’s that...You’ve got to learn to let go, get on with your life, like he has."
"No one you know, Rye, just one of Marc’s many ex-girlfriends thinking there was something more to their relationship than Marc wanted." He answered, with a resolved look on his face.
Riley shook his head and laughed, and so did Claire, who was sitting in the room with them.
"That boy’s gonna get himself into some *real* trouble one of these days. How many girls has he professed his undying love too? 5? 6? And he’s only 16!"
"At least that many, if not more." Claire answered, laughing.
But Graham wasn’t laughing. He was very solemn and stayed that way for the rest of the day. It never dawned on Riley that it could’ve been Buffy on the other end of the line.
June 5, 2001
Well that's it, I've made up mind today, I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna get pregnant. I know it sounds crazy, but today I found him talking with Graham about his ex-girlfriend Buffy. Seems he's playing with the idea of going back to visit her, to see if there was a chance for them.
He's a fool. How can he still have feelings for her? I mean she lied to him. Okay maybe I'm holding the truth back from him, too, but his relationship with her was toxic. How could their getting together help the bitch and her son? Riley's son. There's this part that keeps thinking that I should tell him, but I'd risk losing him. No, there’s no way, I’d rather kill myself first!
So my plan, you ask? I've poked holes in my diaphragm. Riley and I never use condoms, just the diaphragm, so it'll be easy to trick him. He doesn't need to know what I have planned. And Riley being ‘Mr. Duty‘ will stay with me...as long as I keep him away from her and their son.
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Folded in the journal was a piece of slashed paper. Carefully pulling it out and unfolding it, Riley discovered the copy of Evan’s birth certificate. Written in large red letters across the face of the document were the words. ‘RILEY’S BASTARD’
Riley now had his answer. Would Claire have allowed him to treat Evan as an equal to their daughters? Not only was the answer a very resounding ‘NO’, but poor little Evan would’ve been greeted with Claire’s open hostility. Riley knew if there ever *was* a first meeting, afterward Claire would’ve tried everything in her power to keep the two apart as much as possible. Who knows, she might have even gone so far as to threaten him to choose between his daughters and son.
August 31, 2001
We had our wedding a couple of days ago and I know I should be excited, fulfilled, and feeling all sorts of positive emotions, but I’m not. Now, don’t get me wrong, I wanted to marry Riley. God only knows how much I love him, but something happened while on the honeymoon that absolutely ripped my heart out.
Let me try to explain what happened. Our wedding was small, the only people present were the priest, Riley’s family, Steve, Graham as Best Man, and Nickie as my Maid of Honor. The ceremony was held in a chapel. It wasn’t the wedding that I always dreamed of, but it was all we could plan out on such short notice. And since my parents passed away 3 years ago, it was only natural that my side of the wedding party was so thin. Our honeymoon was to be short, just the weekend spent on the beach because Riley was scheduled to go out on maneuvers on Monday.
The wedding and the short honeymoon weren’t the problem, I was happy with that. No, it was our wedding night. The worst nightmare a girl could possibly have happen did. Let me explain this in simple terms so that my emotions don’t go flying off the charts. Let’s just say we were in the middle of consummating our marriage and when Riley came, he called out Buffy’s name. Yeah, that was it. He wasn’t making love to me, his new wife, but he was making love to Buffy the Slut. I know he didn’t realize he said it and it took all my power not to react, but *damn it* can’t he at least forget her on our wedding night? God is that asking for too much, just that one night?
It’s now a couple of days later and as I said, Riley’s out on maneuvers. I’m sitting here looking at my clothes as I fold and put them away, and I wonder should I just pack my bags and disappear? I could cover my tracks so well that he’d never find me, that is if he’d even care to come looking for me. And the baby, wouldn’t Riley hate me for never giving him a chance to know it? Maybe... but then again, he’d probably head straight to California and never think about the child that he lost when he’s playing with his son. Yeah, I know that’s it- he wouldn’t even care.
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Riley’s emotions had been conflicting all that day. One minute he was happy, excited...the next fighting off depression and panic because he wasn’t sure if he was doing the right thing. He had feelings for Claire, that was true, but he knew in his heart that he didn’t love her, at least not yet. However, there was no way he would abandon her, he wouldn’t do that since she was carrying his child. Riley always wondered what he would’ve done if Claire’s pregnancy hadn’t forced his hand.
Reading her entry also reminded him of their wedding night. It was true he started out making love to Claire and then all of a sudden it was Buffy’s face he saw. It was Buffy who was lying beneath him, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, and *her* voice encouraging him on. He believed to this day that he had only called out Buffy’s name in his thoughts. Claire had given no indication he spoke it out loud, so Riley thought his fantasy was safe. Afterward he chastised himself, didn’t he realize how lucky he was to be married to such a wonderful, beautiful and desirable woman? Now he knew, he hurt her…he hurt her in the worst possible way and the guilt he felt then came flooding back in.
November 3, 2001
I offered Riley a divorce today. I know no matter what I do, he still loves her and misses her. I caught him today in his office with that damn red bandana again! I thought I threw that rag out months ago, but it seems he rescued it from the garbage can, where that tramp belongs. Why can't he just let her go?
Okay, I know he loves me, but sometimes when he slips into that place where's it him and her, I lose it. My rages seem to be flying out of control lately and then all my power comes out. I keep thinking I'm gonna kill him, but then I get control of myself again. I tell him I’m sorry, that it’s raging hormones from being pregnant. Then we start to kiss and make up. God! The sex is so hot after we have a fight.
December 2, 2001
We went in for the sonogram today. The baby’s a girl. I couldn’t help but notice the disappointment on Riley’s face, even though he tried to hide it. Kate tried awfully hard to make the situation better by saying it was about time there was a girl in the Finn family. Riley smiled at her and promised he’d go out and buy some dolls, and other little girl toys. Later, he went down to the basement and packed away the toy trucks, the erector set, and other boy’s toys that he had bought for the baby, hoping for a son. I felt so sorry for him, I knew he wanted a boy and I wanted to give him one...maybe the next time he’ll get his wish.
December 23, 2001
'I lost it today. I almost caused a shelving unit to fall on Graham, all because I was mad at him. Mad at him because he'd been trying to convince Riley to call *her* back and find out if she’s all right, or if she could use some help. They didn't mention her name, but the muffled whispers made me certain it was Buffy they spoke about.
Just the mere thought of her and I lose control of the powers I've fought all these years to keep repressed. These cursed dark powers that were given to me by a long line of black witches. Dear God! I hope this curse hasn’t been passed onto this unborn child. I know what it has meant to my life, and the lengths I've gone to ignore it. Hiding it from Riley is getting harder and harder. I can no longer control my emotions when I'm with him. I'm afraid I'll hurt him. Maybe I should free him from me, cast a spell or something so he forgets me and this child I carry. I know *she'll* be waiting to take him back, her and her bastard son."
"Please, God, let it be this generation that it misses. Don't sentence my unborn daughter to my fate."
February 22, 2002
Jordan was born today. Riley was so happy, I know now that he loves his daughter. TAKE THAT BUFFY SUMMERS! You don’t know how much I wanted to take out a front-page article in the L.A. Times and the Sunnydale Daily News declaring. "Riley and Claire Finn Rejoice at Birth of Daughter!" And to top it off, Jordan’s the spitting image of Riley. Bet Bitchy Summers can’t say that!
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Riley read other journal entries about Jordan’s first step, her first birthday, and how he’d complain when he was handed Jordan’s diaper bag, car seat, and toys when driving to Iowa for Christmas. Those entries brought a smile to his face and helped temper the despair he felt knowing now that Claire purposely got pregnant and tricked him into marrying her.
May 3, 2003
Riley’s been looking for Buffy again. I got the first clue the other night when he started making passionate love to me. He doesn’t know that’s a dead give-away. Usually, he’s a gentle lover, wanting to start things slow and then let it build. But when he starts right out wanting hot, passionate sex, I know he’s riding on a major guilt trip.
The next day, I got on the computer. Yup, he was hot on her trail. He doesn’t know I can follow his tracks when he’s trying to search for Buffy. He ended up at one of the sites where I put up roadblocks and couldn’t access any information.
Luckily, I’ve learned a way to control my anger, otherwise I might end up hurting him. Because he always goes for the passionate sex when he’s on a guilt trip, I end up giving it back to him...in spades. I dress in outfits absolutely guaranteed to give him a hard-on and then I perform the whole S & M routine. I don’t like playing a dominatrix, but his look of hunger and lust, and knowing its only for me, makes it all worth while. Afterward, the man can’t keep his hands off of me. I only wish his desire for me would last longer than a couple of days.
Also, I discovered another advantage to resorting to sex games. It’s become a safety valve for my anger. When my powers are freed, they’re almost unstoppable and I’m afraid of the harm I could do to Riley. And when he’s searching for his precious Buffy I get so angry, it’s all I can do to stop that power from breaking loose.
I wonder what Riley would do if one night I had him on his back with his legs trussed up like a chicken and there was a red hot poker floating inches away, just waiting for my command to shove its way up his fucking ass! Do you think he’d break down and finally confess to me he was searching for his precious Buffy? Would he beg my forgiveness and promise he’d never do it again? Would he stop his lying to me? Shit, whom am I trying to fool? Hell no, of course he wouldn’t, nothing would stop him!
Can’t Riley see when he’s looking for Buffy that he’s killing me? Why doesn’t he just hold a loaded gun to my head and pull the trigger? It couldn’t hurt nearly as much.
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Riley started to gag and threw the journal down on the floor as nausea rammed itself through his body. Stumbling into the bathroom, he managed to reach the toilet just before his stomach turned itself inside out.
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A half-an-hour later a weak, pale, shaky, but now showered Riley made his way back to the couch. Picking up the book that had laid, pages folded and skewed upside down on the floor, Riley again began reading select entries in his deceased wife’s journal. What other surprises was he going to find in the handwritten entries?
July 15, 2003
Well, I found more information on Buffy Summers. It seems she managed to work her way through school and get her diploma. Damn, and she had to graduate with honors, too. How in the hell did she do it? Riley said she very rarely had time to crack a book and only managed to pull B minus‘s and C’s during that time they were together. She must’ve had help or probably the little tramp discovered she could spread her legs to get to the top.
I‘d better block this site. I figure Riley’s due to fall off the wagon again, it’s been over a month since the last Buffy search party. Hmmm, it says in the article that she’s going to attend Law School at UCLA in the fall. Well, she’s going to have to learn to be more creative for her extra credit work than just sitting on the edge of the instructors’ desks with her legs wrapped around their waists.
March 15, 2004
There’s the old warning "Beware of the Ides of March". Well I had my sonogram today and guess what! I’m having another girl. Secretly I’m thrilled because I have something that the bitch Buffy Summers doesn’t have...daughters. But the light went out of Riley’s eyes again when he heard the news. Well, it’s not my fault his chromosomes screwed up again. However, I know he’ll put on a happy face when she’s born, even if it’s only for my benefit. But it doesn’t stop the fact that I heard him rummaging around the basement again, looking through the box of toys for the son he wants. Hopefully the next time, and I assure you there will be a next time, he won’t be disappointed.
June 10, 2004
Hope was born today, she’s just beautiful! But, of course I’d say that, I’m her proud mama, not to mention she’s the spitting image of me- red hair, green eyes, and all. Bryan was ecstatic, he kept saying. "Thank God there’s finally another redhead in the family."
Again, I hope she won’t get my powers. I’ve been lucky so far with Jordan, everything’s quiet. Even when she throws a temper tantrum, the toys stay on the shelf. But then again, I don’t really know at what age the powers kick in, I was 12 when mine started, if I remember correctly.
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"Riley, are you coming down to dinner?" Kate asked, knocking lightly on the door.
Riley looked up at the clock setting on the nightstand. It was about 6:00 and he hadn’t had a bite to eat since breakfast that morning. No wonder, his stomach had been rebelling.
"Yeah, Mom, sorry! I lost all track of time. Give me about 15 minutes and I’ll be right down. I just want to finish reading this file I’m working on." He answered back, looking down at the journal and his wife’s neat, precise handwriting.
"Okay, sweetie, I’ll keep your food hot." She replied through the door.
"Thanks, Mom!"
Riley closed the journal and sat it down on the couch beside him. There were so many things he had learned tonight and all of them were painful. Claire had hated Buffy with a passion that was almost unfathomable. And Riley had no idea how his obsession with Buffy was tearing his wife and their marriage apart. He wished now that he had removed the blinders to what was going on around him.
On the other hand, if Riley was hurt and angry with Buffy for keeping the knowledge of Evan from him, it was nothing compared what the little boy would’ve felt if he had run into Claire’s pain and resentment. The little boy that he wanted so much, the little boy that he’d never thought he’d ever have.
And the box of toys Riley had packed away when his hopes for a son had been crushed? After the birth of Tristan, he began to believe that Maggie had altered his chromosome make-up somehow, so that he could only produce girls. It was something Riley could believe the sick mind of Maggie’s would think up. And with Claire’s death, even his slightest hope that they still could have a son was dashed to the ground. Last year as the family moved from the old house to the new, Riley gave the box of toys away to charity, hoping that several needy children would at least be happy with something given to them in love.
Riley knew there were a lot of mistakes he‘d made during the last 10 years and every single one of them was preventable. Riley truly felt sorry for everything that he had said and done. For hurting Buffy by turning his back on her and walking out when she needed him most, and for Claire’s unending pain because he just couldn’t let go of his desire for Buffy and give Claire his unconditional love.
It was too late to make up with Claire...all he could do was pray to her spirit and ask for forgiveness...and he hoped maybe with time…but with Buffy, he would give her the rest of his life and undying love. He promised himself that.
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Graham had the phone’s receiver up to his ear as he thumbed through various personnel files. He made his final selection and the necessary phone calls to notify the agents of their assignment. As expected, when each agent heard it was a rescue mission to recover Jordan, there were no second thoughts about accepting. Everyone agreed, the kidnappers were to be shown no mercy. And now that the team had been selected, Graham was going through the mission’s final checkpoints.
"That’s right Fred. Marc, Angel, Cordelia, Jones, Clark and Burns will be there at..." Graham looked at his wristwatch, "2100 hours. You set up the chopper to meet the plane at the airport, didn’t you?...No, I don’t think you’ll need John to co-pilot tonight, it’s such a short flight..."
Graham grinned. "...Unless of course you’re planning to act out Top Gun and go shooting off the stingers, then I want another set of hands ready to grab the controls. I know how you can get sometimes."
Riley looked up shocked. "He...he wouldn’t? Jordan could get hurt!"
Graham rolled his eyes and mouthed at his partner. "Get real!"
Graham continued speaking into the phone. It was obvious Fred had heard Riley's worried comment. "No, Fred, you have to understand the guy's not thinking straight right now. We know you wouldn't use a stinger on the house. Besides, we don't want to scare the neighbors now, do we?"
Graham then turned back to the nervous father and tried to talk some sense to him. "Chill Rye, you know damn well he's not about to..."
"Well, you never know, and it's not like he hasn't done it before! Remember that time in Cleveland? Everything was blown to smithereens."
"Fred had no choice, Rye, and you know it. It was either take out that demon infestation or watch our agents get slaughtered."
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Angel noticing the interaction between the two men, whispered to Marc. "Stingers? Graham’s joking, right?"
Marc shook his head. "Nope, the plane has a fully equipped weapon’s system on board. Of course we had to get special clearance from the Pentagon and the FAA to get it installed, but that’s where knowing people in high places *really* comes in handy."
"You mean Kevin?" Angel asked, hearing the good Senator was personal friends with the President.
"Kevin, plus an admiral, and a general or two."
"It's good to know you have air support when it's needed." Marc grinned mischievously. "Rye doesn't know this, but we've used it more often than we let on."
Angel shook his head, the more he learned about Riley and Graham’s operations the more he was amazed. "And Graham mentioned Top Gun. Was your pilot a member of that group?"
Marc nodded. "Yup and instructor too, Fred’s got a list of credentials a mile long. Sometimes when we’re on a flight he’ll take the plane and do some evasive maneuvers just to stay in practice but never when Rye’s on board."
"Why, he’s afraid of getting fired?" Angel asked.
"Nah, because Rye would be barfing in an airsick bag. Get him on a battlefield or firefight and Riley’s cool, calm and collected, he can handle anything that’s coming at him, but flying...let’s just say his stomach doesn’t like hanging upside down and pulling high g’s."
"I can understand how he feels. It was decades before I’d even get up enough nerve to fly, and the first time I did, I was white knuckled."
Marc glanced down at Angel’s pale hands and cocked an eyebrow.
"Okay, they were whiter than they are now." Angel answered, knowing what Marc was thinking.
"God, you *had* to be nervous then, because I didn’t think you *could* get any whiter." Marc laughed.
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Graham hung up the phone and turned to the map, drawing everyone’s attention to the final plan.
"Alright, here’s what we’ve come up with. Fred will land you at Burlington, where the FBI will have a chopper waiting to fly you and the rest of the team to the outskirts of Colchester. From there, they’ll drive you to the chalet." Graham said, pointing to various points on a state map of Vermont.
Graham, Marc, and Angel stood around Riley’s desk going through the final plans for Jordan’s rescue while Riley, usually the one to coordinate the logistics while Graham led the team in, nervously paced back and forth.
"Are you sure the FBI can find the right place? I’m mean, we’re not exactly talking about having a street address here, only a drawing of a vision." Riley fretted, knowing that they were running out of time and weren’t operating on factual evidence.
*And I blew Buffy away because I thought having Willow use a tracking spell sounded ridiculous. Now we’re trying to find a house based on a vision.*
"I had Cordy watch closely while I drew up the sketch from her description, and she swore it’s an exact copy of the vision. Luckily, the FBI said there weren’t too many chalet style homes in Colchester, over all just your every day or camp style summer homes. They had a pretty good idea they could find it without too much trouble." Angle answered, looking up at the nervous father.
"Riley, you’ve got to trust Cordy and her visions." He went on. "The Powers didn’t give them to her for her health you know, if so, then they have a pretty sick sense of humor."
Angel explained further to Marc, since he wasn’t there to see the vision’s effect on his wife.
"The visions make a migraine seem like a slight headache."
He then turned back to Riley. "I’ve never known her to be wrong and a lot of people’s lives have been saved because of those visions."
Riley nodded as he looked around at the three faces that watched him pace. "I understand Angel, really I do...it’s just for the first time I really have something to lose here. Usually when the three of us are in these planning sessions, it’s to stop a nest of demons, or to save some native village, maybe close up a newly developing hellmouth. But this is the first time the rescue is of someone close to me. *Now* I can fully relate to other parents with missing children. I’m scared, I feel totally helpless and I’m wondering if I’ll ever see my little girl alive."
Marc stepped away from the desk, walked over to his brother and threw his arm around Riley’s shoulder.
"Buck up, man. We’ll find her, I promise. I’ve never failed you on a mission before, have I?"
"No." Riley answered, he relaxed slightly feeling his younger brother’s confidence radiate off him. "No, you’ve never failed on a mission."
"And I’m sure as hell not about to fail you now either."
Riley tried to smile but his confidence didn’t quite appear overly strong.
"Hey, how things going? Anything I can help with?" Kevin asked, sticking his head inside the door.
Grabbing Riley by the arm, Marc pulled him toward Kevin. "Do something with him, Big Bro, he’s driving us all nuts."
Kevin nodded and escorted his younger brother out of the office while listening to his protests.
"No, I want to know what’s going on."
Kevin tried talking some sense to Riley as he forced the younger man out of the room. "Listen, Rye, you’re the one who decided to stay behind. So let Graham and Marc get through with all this grunt work so they can take off. With the way things are you’re just getting in the way."
"But I didn’t want to leave Ev alone, that’s why I’m not going." Riley answered.
"Trust me, Ev won’t be alone, Dawn said Buffy was with him for a while after she came back from dinner, and Giles and Joyce are going to be on the way over in a little bit, and they’re taking Mason with them. So, all that’s covered."
"Riley, I need to talk to you." Cordelia requested, walking up the hall toward the two tall imposing men.
Riley looked at Kevin and the older brother smiled, slapping him on the back and said. "Just stay outta Gray’s hair is all I ask, okay man?"
Riley nodded as he followed Cordelia into the library.
Closing the door behind him, Riley looked enquiringly at the beautiful seer.
"Riley I had another vision." She announced, turning around to face him.
"Jordy?" He asked. "God, don’t tell me we’re too late?"
Cordelia shook her head ‘no’. "That’s not what I saw. I saw you reading Claire’s journal. What she wrote hurt you a great deal, didn’t it?"
"Yeah." He answered, sitting down on the couch, his anger now free to erupt.
"Claire knew about Evan, Cord! She knew and she prevented me from finding out about him! God, all this time I was blaming Buffy...but at least she *tried* to tell me I had a son. But Claire!...Claire blocked every possible avenue for me to find out about him.
"Because she was afraid you’d leave her and go back to Buffy, Riley. Desperate people do desperate things when they think they’re about to lose it all."
"But I wouldn’t have left her Cord, I loved her." He confessed. "She was carrying my child.
"Wouldn’t you Riley? I don’t think Claire believed that. In her eyes you had a choice, who were you going to pick, your ex-girlfriend- the mother of your son and the love of your life, or your fiancée- the mother of your unborn daughter? Seems like it would’ve been a pretty difficult decision to make if you ask me, and if I was in Claire’s shoes, I don’t know if I wouldn’t have done the exact same thing that she did." Cordelia said, taking his hand into hers as she sat down beside him.
"Claire knew about Evan, and she made sure I never found out. She changed my path..."
"Maybe there was a reason why it happened, think about it." Cordy surmised.
"You’re sounding like Willow."
"She has a point. You and Buffy needed time apart so the girls would be brought into this world, they have a purpose." Cordelia said, thinking of Jordan’s fate.
"Right now I can't think about the big picture, I'm in pain here, pain! She railroaded my whole life, and now I'm allowing McDonald to do the same thing." He seethed. "He’s trying to ruin the relationship between Buffy and me, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let him do it."
"That a boy!" Cordy smiled clapping her hands together.
"Buffy's mine." He smiled, looking into the eyes he felt he had known for centuries.
"And now you need to tell her that instead of letting her listen to Lindsey’s poison." Cordelia answered him.
"I’m going to show her how much I love her. From this point on, McDonald’s going to be beyond history, he’s going to be nonexistent." He said with determination. He was tired of Lindsey’s manipulative ways and Riley was going to teach him exactly who the boss was around here.
"You go get her, cowboy." Cordy said, winking at him.
"Damn straight." He answered, getting up from the couch.
*Be prepared to be swept off your feet baby because 'lover boy' is back, and McDonald's getting the hell outta Dodge.*
Riley quickly walked out of the library and went to the front closet, pulling out his leather jacket.
"Where you going Riley?" Kate asked, watching her son slip into his jacket and zip it closed.
"To get something that I left behind." He answered, bending down to give his mother a kiss on the cheek.
"When do you think you’ll be back?"
"Hopefully tomorrow, if I get lucky!" He answered with a wink, as he shut the door behind him.
Riley stormed out of the house, jumped into the Lexus, and stomped on the accelerator. The gates barely had time to open before he was tearing through them and snow was thrown everywhere. Riley had never been so intent on reaching a goal before. He wasn't about to let Lindsey McDonald have any more chances to take Buffy away.
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Up on the top step, Hope sat dejectedly in her pajamas and robe, waiting for her father to come upstairs to read to them. She and Tristan did what their daddy told them to do- they took a long time and picked out a very special book. Well, they got ready for bed and Hope, hearing her daddy walking down the hall, waited to meet him when he climbed up the stairs. Instead, she overheard him get his jacket out of the closet and tell Grandma he was leaving again.
"Why does Daddy keep breaking his promises to me?" She sniffed, as a large tear ran down her cheek and splattered onto her robe. "He never does it to anybody else."
Standing up, she climbed the last step and walked crestfallen, back to her bedroom.
"Is Daddy coming? Tristan asked, jumping up and down on the bed. She was *so* ready for a good story.
Hope shook her head. "No, he forgot."
"Oh." Tristan answered, stopping her jumping and plopping down on top of the mattress. She also looked disappointed but then her eyes lit up, she had an idea. "You're a good reader, Hope, could you read me the story?"
Hope nodded. "Yeah, I'll read it and you can look at the pictures if you want." She said, reaching down to pick up the book they selected earlier.
Climbing up on the bed, Hope opened the book to the first page and started reciting the story that she knew by heart.
"Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess named Snow White...."
Joyce walked past the doorway and glancing in, saw the two little girls sitting side by side with a large picture book spread open between them. Hope was talking very dramatically as she read out loud, while Tristan looked at the pictures.
Joyce couldn’t help but smile. *Aw...they’re so cute. Riley should see this.*
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Never before had the drive into town seemed so long. Traffic at every light was backed up to the previous light. It was gridlock at its worst.
"Come on...come on... get your ass moving." Riley muttered under his breath as a semi turned slowly to the right, swinging wide and almost hitting a car sitting in the other lane which was waiting for the light to change.
Every idiot and slow driver seemed to be on the road that night and what normally took 15 minutes to drive, took over twice as long.
Finally pulling up to the door of the Hilton, Riley jumped out of the car and tossed the keys to the valet. He was a man on a mission with his goal just upstairs on the top floor of the hotel.
Entering the busy lobby, Riley headed straight for the front desk and a very young clerk standing behind it.
"Yes sir, may I help you?" The clerk asked.
"Yes, reservations under RAGE, Inc. Buffy Summers...the Presidential Suite, my name is Riley Finn." Riley answered in one breath.
The clerk punched up the name and shook his head. "I'm sorry Mr. Finn, the Presidential Suite *is* occupied by Ms. Summers but the reservations are under the name of McDonald and Summers PA., not RAGE, Inc."
Riley’s hand balled up into a fist, as usual his rival managed to pull a fast one.
"I specifically requested that Ms. Summers’ room be changed to the Presidential Suite and charged to my company, why wasn't it?" He demanded.
"Just a minute sir and I'll try to find out." The clerk answered nervously. Everyone in Boston knew of Riley Finn and his company, especially the management at the Hilton. Many of RAGE's high profile clients stayed at the hotel under special arrangements made by the Fortune 500 company. Management didn't want to upset the company’s two powerful owners and take the chance that they’d lose the business to other hotels, who were constantly trying to court their favor.
A moment later, the night manager walked out and personally greeted his imposing guest.
"Mr. Finn, let me assure you there was no mistake. After Ms. Summers checked in this morning, we had her luggage moved to the suite and we brought up the champagne just as requested. Then when she and Mr. McDonald came back to the hotel, I told her we changed her room and it was by your company’s request. I'm sorry sir, but Ms. Summers said she never meant for RAGE to be charged for the room and Mr. McDonald insisted her room to be charge to their own firm."
"Is Mr. McDonald sharing Ms. Summers' room?" Riley asked. He wouldn't have been surprised if Lindsey tried to take advantage of Buffy and move into the multi-bedroom suite.
The manager quickly shook his head. "Oh, no sir! Mr. McDonald's room is on the opposite side of the building. Originally their rooms were adjoining, but now of course, that's impossible, no room adjoins the Presidential Suite. Security reasons, you know."
"Yes, of course, that's understandable." Riley answered, feeling very much relieved.
*Thank God, for small miracles.*
Riley pulled out his credit card and handed it to the clerk. "I don’t care what Mr. McDonald said to you, I’m the one who had her room upgraded, I’m the one who’s going to take care of the charges. Is that understood?"
Both the clerk and the manager nodded, as they took the card and ran it through the electronic reader, and then returned it to him.
Handing Riley a key, the clerk said. "The suite is on 25th floor...."
Riley took the key and started walking toward the elevators. "Thanks, I know where it is."
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Lilah leaned back in her chair with her fingers teepeed in front of her in deep thought, when the door to her office opened and Jeff walked in.
"Are you okay?" He asked, coming to rest against the corner of her desk.
"I’m perfect, lover...never been better. You know, I love it when a plan comes together.
"But why are you doing this to Finn?"
"You mean kidnapping his daughter and letting his son die?" Lilah asked matter-of-factly. "To get a job done, of course. Our clients want the prophecy stopped, and the senior partners assigned the job to me. You see, darlin’, when our clients are happy, the senior partners are happy. When the senior partners are happy, promotions are made, which makes me happy."
She mentally grimaced when she remembered the last assignment she was given, regarding the shutting down of their clients' primary advisory, RAGE, Inc. To bad the lackeys hired to do the job were a bunch of idiots and totally botched it. But they ended up paying for their mistake, Lilah saw to that. It took two years, but the seniors were finally getting over the failure and were willing to give her a second chance with this new assignment.
"Unfortunately, when Finn's wife was killed instead of him, that didn't put a stop to RAGE. The prophecy, if allowed to go through, will make RAGE even stronger than before and the clients don't want that to happen."
"But why kidnap Finn's daughter, how's that going to stop the prophecy?"
Lilah patted him on the butt like he was some kind of pet. "Because sweetheart, up until now it wasn't necessary to stop the prophecy. As long as Jordan and Evan didn't know about each other and lived on opposite sides of the country, there wasn't a need to worry, the prophecy couldn't be fulfilled. But with them together and Jordan being the donor in the marrow transplant, it’s became imperative that we find a way to prevent the prophecy from coming true. Now with the kidnapping, we've got all bases covered, both children are being disposed of.
She shook her head while thinking of the child this action was going to affect the most. "Too bad Evan Summers has to die in the process because personally, I kinda like the little guy and I have nothing against his mother. True, Buffy and I are often at odds in the court room, but that's strictly a business matter."
"But with Finn it's not."
"No...with Finn it's not...far from it. But I have to admit, Riley Finn is the one who shaped my life and you know the old saying lover, payback's a bitch." She purred as she undid Jeff's belt, then the button on his pants, and slowly slid the zipper down.
"I didn't lock the door." He said, as Lilah turned her chair to face him better.
"That's okay, I'll be quick." She smiled.
"Will Finn ever know what you're up to?" Jeff asked through clenched teeth as Lilah's tongue licked around the edge of his tip.
"When I have what he’s taken from me. After his world lies shattered around him, and I get back what is mine, then I'll show myself."
"What is it you want back from him?"
"I never kill and tell baby...you'll just have to wait and see."
The story continues in chapter 47
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