Willow Miller glanced up from her book when she heard the front door slam. She sighed, wondering what Forrest Finn had said to upset her child today. < Goddess, they remind me so much of Xander and I at that age. > "Aly, honey, what's wrong?"

Her sixteen year old daughter practically flew into the living room, throwing herself in her mother's arms. She started sobbing hysterically.

Willow frowned. < Usually Forrest doesn't get her *this* upset. > She stroked her oldest child's back. "Honey, talk to me. What is it?"

Alyscia looked up. She was almost the splitting image of her mother, from her red hair to her petite frame. However, the eyes that couldn't stop crying definitely belonged to her father Graham. They were such a deep intense blue, sometimes Willow got lost in them. "Mom," she said, sniffing, "why didn't you guys work with the Slayers over the years? I mean, all the time."

"We had families, honey. Besides, most of them were stubborn, and thought they should do it themselves. They didn't realize that *we* were what helped Buffy survive long enough to retire." Her eyes narrowed. "The Slayer doesn't want your help?"

Now that Alyscia was sixteen, Willow and Graham had given their consent for her to assist the Slayer, if the Chosen One would have it.

"N...not exactly."

"What then, Aly?"

Alyscia's bottom lip quivered. "Mom, I'm the Slayer!"

Willow's mouth dropped open in shock.

*-*-*-*

The old Scooby Gang never lost touch. They all lived in Sunnydale still, and got together at least once a week for a big dinner. They had their own families, but considered each other family just as well.

Of course, when Willow called each individual house and told them to be at her house at seven that night, they all complied.

Willow sighed, looking around the room. The younger children; William Miller, Kym Finn, and Monica Harris; were all in the Miller's game room. Willow had decided they were too young to be involved, and knew that their parents would agree.

The other children; Forrest and Jennifer Finn; and Alex Harris; were old enough to assist her daughter in her destiny. She only prayed they would. They sat to the side, trying to comfort Aly. Apparently, while the parents didn't know what the meeting was about, the children did.

Willow's gaze traveled from her oldest and dearest friends. Rupert Giles sat in Graham's chair, nearly falling asleep as they waited. Buffy and Riley Finn sat on the couch, holding hands. Buffy looked worried. She knew something was going on, something she didn't think she'd like.

Anya and Xander Harris were on the loveseat, quietly discussing their day.

Willow was just waiting on her husband Graham, and the couples that were Spike and Faith, and Angel and Cordelia.

Angel and Cordelia walked in first. "Hey, we are here!" Cordelia sang happily. She felt Angel tense immediately at her side. "Angel?" she asked softly.

< Oh my god, no. > Angel's eyes locked with Alyscia's, as her blue eyes stared at him. < She's the Slayer. >

< NO! I can't hate Uncle Angel and Uncle Spike! > her mind screamed as her destiny made her want to get up and stake the man she had called uncle her whole life.

"Nothing," Angel murmured. "Nothing. Come on, let's sit down."

Angel and Cordelia joined Buffy and Riley on the oversized couch. "Hey, Buffy," Angel said softly.

She smiled at her former lover. "Hey, Angel." She frowned, seeing worry in his brown eyes. "Are you ok?"

"Yea."

Before Buffy could respond, Graham walked in. He stopped suddenly, seeing the whole group in the living room. "Hey guys...what's up? Is the world about to end again?"

"I tried calling you at work, but they said you were out with the recruiters," Willow said softly.

Graham became concerned. He put his briefcase down. "What is it? What's wrong?"

"No," Willow said softly, hugging her husband tightly. "We have to wait for Spike and Faith."

"This is serious, isn't it?" Graham murmured.

"Yea." Willow sighed.

Spike and Faith chose that moment to walk in. "Hey, Peeps, we are here!" Faith exclaimed.

"Yea, so now we can get..." Spike's head turned, meeting Alyscia's gaze. He growled as his demon pushed forth. "Slayer," he hissed.

After all this time, Spike stayed away from the Slayers. Other than Faith and Buffy, they all hated him and he hated them all. And now his niece was one.

"Vampire," she replied. She closed her eyes and shook her head, tears filling her eyes. "Uncle Spike...I'm scared. I don't want to hate you and Uncle Angel."

Spike's face melted back into human. "Oh, god, Aly...come here." He had a special place in his heart for the child that was Willow's.

She rushed to him, sobbing in his arms.

"Slayer?" Graham asked. "Our daughter is the Slayer?"

"Oh, god," Buffy whispered, looking at Willow in horror. "Oh, Willow..."

Angel squeezed Cordelia's hand. She patted him on the back.

Xander looked at his son. "Alex, boy, you plan on helping her?"

Alex stood up, gazing at his father. "Yes, sir, I do."

"And you guys?" Riley asked his children. "Are you?"

"Of course!" Forrest exclaimed. "All of you are what helped mom live. I'm not watching Aly die."

"Good," Xander murmured, wrapping his arm around Anya. "I was hoping you would."

Giles muttered something from his chair. Willow leaned over and shook the old man awake. He jumped, startled. "What? What? Did I miss something?"

Everyone chuckled softly.