Life is Good

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Spoilers: Some. It's an AU after Season 7 thing

Title: Life is Good

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She sticks to the darkest of shadows.

Moving so stealthily, I can barely hear her foot steps. She's good.

But not as good as me.

She darts forward. I feel the air shift to let her past; her momentum bearing enough to actually blow my hair back as she passes me.

At the last moment she kicks her leg out, catching me in the back of my knees. I stumble, but keep my feet spinning to intercept her second attack. She kicks me high on the chest and I stumble again, but this time I can't hold my feet. But she keeps moving.

"Aw, did the big bad slayer go down?" She says, in a baby voice before giggling.

"Yeah, brat. Keep laughing so I know where you are." I move in the direction I hear the giggling from. I know she's not over there, but she doesn't know that I know.

"Fast as you can, catch me. I'm a baaaaaaaaaaad girl." She taunts as she moves above me. I gotta give it to her. The kid is an acrobat.

What did I expect, considering who her mothers are.

I jump straight up and grab the high rafters. I swing my legs and clamp them on one of the round pipe-like beams that crisscross around the ceiling of the basment.

She scampers off so quickly, a plume of dust chokes me.

"Oh, so close and yet I'm still faaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrr away!" She giggles and drops to the floor.

I swing out, release my legs, and land standing straight up.

Then she bowls me over.

I grab her and try to reverse our position, but she slips through my arms and pins them on my chest, and grips my legs tightly between her thighs.

She leans forward and bites my shoulder. "You lose."

I sigh "Damn, now B's NEVER gonna let me live it down."

She stands up and walks to the light, illuminating the pitch black basement with the single bare bulb.

"You're not supposed to swear around me." She reprimands, her arms crossed.

"Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck fuck!" I smile at her, sweetly.

She puts her hands on her developing hips and gives me the 'look'.

You know ' the' look. The one Willow gives when she doesn't wanna argue?

Well, her daughter has it, too.

"Fine. I'm sorry you're such a prude." I roll my eyes and head up the steps.

"What's a prude?" She calls after me.

"Ask your mother." I open the door and let myself into the kitchen.

"Faith!" She screams up at me. "Are you ever gonna tell me?"

"When you're 30!" I call back.

I hear a snort behind me and turn to find none other then the brat's 'other' mother.

"Still teaching her interesting phrases?"

We both hear an angry scream from the basement. Then several dull thumps.

"She's kicking the shit out of the punching bag." Kennedy states, as she studiously feeds the baby.

"Uh-oh." A tiny voice singsongs from the kitchen door.

"Aun' Kenna' said a bad word." Abby says through her fingers, which are covering her mouth, distorting her already broken words.

Abby. My sweet baby, Abby. Mine and Buffy's second born.

"Yeah, we should wash her mouth out with soap." I clap my hands in glee.

Abby's eyes get wide and she squeals. She's so much like Buffy in so many ways.

"Spankin'!" She yells, when she removes her hands for a second.

"Hey Red!? I think you should come spank ya wife. She's swearing around my impressionable child!"

Kennedy rolls her eyes at me "Like you didn't just swear in front of my daughter."

"You ain't got no proof." I jab two fingers at her eyes. "I'm innocent, see."

I twitch my nose and speak with a lisp "Innocent I tell ya. In-O-Cent."

"Mama, Faith said the 'F' word to me." My stool pigeon of a student rats me out.

I grab Abby and hold her up as a shield. She squeals and squirms trying to get away from me, but giggling too hard to make progress.

Kennedy's out of her chair in an instant, and Abby's gone.

Kennedy gives me an amused look. I'm surprised she can move that fast.

Damn Slayer speed.

Yes, I said Slayer.

Remind me to run 'faster' next time I find a bomb in a sewer.

I was only gone for a minutes or so. But it was long enough for Kennedy to be called.

And what a pain in the ass she's been.

'I'm 'The' Chosen One, now. It's not my fault you don't know how to stay dead."

I almost killed her for that comment. But Wllow got to her first.

She really laid into her, too. I don't think Kennedy got any for TWO solid weeks.

Served her right.

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It was Buffy and Kennedy's night to slay.

Willow and I know they'll be out late. It's Tuesday.

They pay their respects to all the marked and unmarked graves of the fallen Slayer potentials, as well as our fallen Scoobies.

"Faith?"

I come out of my musings. "Sorry, did you say something?"

"Not yet." Red smiles at me. "You were a million miles away. What's on your mind?"

I look around at the kids. They're all asleep, some on the couch; Abby between Willow and me. My oldest girl on the floor with Willow's oldest girl.

"The Potentials." I mutter. "We lost so many."

"But so many survived, Faith." She pats my shoulder. "We took a big loss, I'll admit. I miss Dawn, and Giles; so do Buffy and Xander. But we've got to move on. We're alive. And we need to respect their memories by living. Not wishing we had gone in their place."

I know she's right. But I saw so many fall before my eyes. I didn't stop to help them, I could've, but I didn't.

"It's not your fault. Faith look around you. You have a life, you have a family, you have three gorgeous little girls. If you had done something different, you wouldn't have what you have now. The HellMouth is dormant. It can't be opened for another thousand years, enjoy your life."

Sometimes I hate talking to Red. She's right about too damned many things. And she always tells me stuff I know is true but just don't wanna hear.

"I know." I sigh deeply. "Thanks, Red."

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~~Buffy~~

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I'm giddy and dancing around the assorted headstones.

"One, I slayed ya, two, I slayed ya, three, I slayed ya..." I pause for a second and tilt my head.

Kennedy's looking at me strangely.

The vamp attacks from behind, only to be turned into dust before he can make contact.

"Four!"

Kennedy snorts before laughing her head off. "You are the strangest person I've ever met."

"Spank you." I wink and skip further into the graveyard.

"You know, Buffy. I never thought I'd live this long." She says into our comfortable silence.

Kennedy's almost 30 years old. Willow and I have hit 34 with a vengeance, and damn, we look good for our age. That is if you can ignore the little gray around the temples our kids have caused us.

Faith. My dear sweet, horn-dog Faith, is a gorgeous 32.

With the butt of an 18 yr old.

Not that I'm looking at 18 yr old's butts. Really I don't.

I smile at her. "I didn't. I've died twice. I think I broke the rules of aging Slayers."

"You do still look 22." She chuckles.

"You don't." I taunt, sticking out my tongue.

"Well, you act your shoe size." She flips her long dark hair and tosses her stake straight up.

There's a sound of pain, then dust falls down around me, most of it getting in my hair.

"Thanks." I choke out. Eww, vamp dust is NOT a nice tasting thing.

She wiggles her brows at me. "All in the line of duty."

Smart Ass.

"Smart Ass." I spit more of the disgusting dust out of my mouth.

"It's not my fault you slay with your mouth open." She calls back to me. She's moved several yards ahead while I was spitting out vamp dust. Smart girl, if she was close to me, I'd have kicked her by now.

"Big slimy demon over the rise!" She cries out, pointing happily at it.

Since we sealed the HellMouth, demon activity has gone down. There are still vamps, but not as many. Many stay away from our One-Starbucks-Three Slayer town. So now we travel to kill them. Which usually leaves two of us at home playing Moms.

I race up to meet her. And boy, is that sucker ugly. It's about 6 feet tall, with 6 arms. Rings and armlets adorn it's 6 hands and arms.

Only 4 of it's arms are visible. Two are behind it's backs.

"It's dragging something." Kennedy squints.

I zone in on it's lowest arm, glancing between it's legs everytime it takes a step.

"Two humans. One male, one female." I can feel her eyes on me.

"What? I have wicked good night vision." I shrug.

She pulls out her favorite sword and flips the shaft in her hand a few times. "Do you think if I cut off it's arms, we'd have a better chance of freeing those humans?"

I make a grand gesture. "After you."

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~~Willow~~

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Everyone's asleep. Even Faith.

I turn off the TV and just sit in the dark, waiting for my best friend and my wife to return from slaying.

I'm sure they'll be fired up and...well...you know.

I should make them something to eat.

I carefully disengage myself from little Abby's pillow hug, switching her over into her mother's lap when she starts to fuss.

Faith's eyes flutters open, she looks from me to Abby.

"Slayer snacks." I whisper, and point into the darkened kitchen.

She nods once and closes her eyes.

I turn the kitchen light on 'low', so I don't wake the rampaging children. It's hell getting them back to sleep.

I look for something warm for them to eat. Otherwise they'll just back out of the kitchen with LowFat Yogurts. Buffy can try and get away with it. But Kennedy answers to me.

My wife has picked up some of Buffy's bad habits. But she's acquired a whole lot of Faith's, too.

My favorite is the leather. My baby looks so yummy in leather. The way the pants cup her ass just right...I digress.

Snacks! Yes, Slayer snacks. Not lusty Willow fantasy's. Well not yet, anyway. I pull out some bread and sandwich fixers. I make both the same, with too much mayo, and a whole lot of lettuce, along with assorted lunchmeats.

I put them in the oven to warm, not long enough to brown the lettuce, just long enough to get the fridge coolness out of it.

They walk in as I pull the sandwiches out.

"There's my baby." Kennedy purrs, as she swaggers over to me. She grabs my hips and pulls me to her. She starts pressing kisses into my neck, nibbling at my pulse point, knowing how hot it gets me.

"Food first. Dessert later." I remind her in a breathless voice.

"Oooooh, warm samiches" Buffy grins and grabs both plates.

"One of those is mine." Kennedy pulls her mouth away for a second. I slip through her arms and grab one of the plates from Buffy.

"Eat this first. Eat me later." I wink at her and toss Buffy a sultry look.

Both of them freeze.

"Mmmm Willow-licious." Kennedy purrs behind me.

Buffy's still looking at me slack jawed. She inhales her sandwich and retreats into the living room.

"Don't tease." Kennedy rubs my ass with the hand that's not holding the sandwich. "You know it makes me all...hot...when you tease other people." She nips my ear then takes a bite of her sandwich, chewing in my ear.

"Eww." I back away.

She laughs evilly and I leave her in the kitchen.

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~~Kennedy~~

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She's so easy to torment. That's one reason I love her.

There are others. Lots and lots of others.

"So, did you kill anything big and demony?" My wife peeks back into the kitchen. I love that word.

Wife, not kitchen.

"Yeah. It's got my hungries growing and my hornies hummin'." I try torhyme. It's terrible, I know. But I kill things nightly, not write cheesy love poems about the redness of my wife's hair.

And it's pretty red.

"So, you're all hot and bothered tonight." She smirks my way, winking at me when I turn to her.

"I'm always hot around you, baby, I can't help it. Now that you have an ass, I wanna touch it." I lick my lips and give her a evil leer. I love teasing her about her ass. She didn't have much of one until Gina, our oldest, was born. Now's she's got this ripe little apple- butt.

"Ha ha ha" She rolls her eyes and stalks from the kitchen. "You'll be hugging that pillow tonight!"

I inhale the rest of my sandwich and head after her. I hate that pillow.

She found it somewhere in Cleveland when we went to shut down an 'Eye of Hell' a few years back.

Yes, an 'Eye' of Hell. I'm just waiting for the 'Ass' of Hell to open up. There's no way I going there, though. I'll be a happy spectator for that one. There's no knowing what that thing will fart up.

Where was I? Oh, yes. The Pillow.

She came back to the Hotel with it one night while we were planning the sealing of the 'Eye'. It's blue on one side and gray on the other. The blue side says "Yes. Tonight."

The gray side says "Go fly a kite." It's pretty damn obvious that the kite flying has nothing to do with Aunt Flo. She's gotten a mouthful a few times. Let's just say 'gray' is far from one of my favorites.

"So, Pillow Queen? Whatcha done now?"

Faith's standing near the stairs. Her little look-alike in her arms.

"I made a butt comment." I wiggle my brows at her.

Faith and I didn't always get along. And to this day, Buffy and Willow do their best to keep us apart. We're fine when it's all of us together.

But just me and Faith? Let's just say we got banned from the Bronze after all the damage we did.

"Damn." Faith turns and goes up the stairs.

Little Abby opens her eyes, smiles at me, and points down.

Directly at her mother's butt.

She flutters her eyelashes and puckers her lips, as if to kiss.

I get her message.

I guess I won't be the only one kissing ass, just to get some tonight.

Life. Is. Good
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