Time Spin

Sasha led Coop into her spacious tent, gesturing to a cushioned chair the Goddess sat down, and waiting patiently for her darker sister to join her.



Once Sasha had gathered clothes and a knife she came and sat down beside Coop, handing the winged woman a pair of slacks she turned the shirt over and cut large slits into the back. Holding it up Coop nodded and Sasha handed her the shirt.



“So…whets so important that father sent you to see lil ol me.” Sasha said as she poured tea for the both of them.



“You know the prophecy.”



“I do”



“Do you not realize how you coming here have changed the outcome?” Coop questioned softly. Shrugging into the shirt she adjusted so that her wings fit through comfortably.



“I had considered that before I offered my army to help the slayers. But my seers have seen no change in the outcome.” Sasha frowned when Coop huffed.



“No, it is destiny that Tyrell will fall but your coming here…it has corrupted the natural order of things. You’re a mischief demon Sasha, whether you mean to or not you cause it. The Chosen one…Buffy Summers, she and her mate were never meant to separate. Her mate is vital to the downfall of this skin walker”



“How?” Sasha asked, what did Lonnie have to do with any of it? That made no sense; the woman wasn’t magical and had no remarkable powers. She was simply a human…the mate to the slayer.



“She was meant to die at the hands of Tyrell, for her mate. But with there…issues neither will be near one another during the battle and so her death has been rewritten.” Coop said softly, she personally didn’t like the idea of the slayers mate dying but it had been written…but as was becoming more and more well know…the future could change.



“Why does someone have to die at the end of this?” Sasha asked, she knew that balance during war was vital and as much as the cavewoman annoyed her…she seemed to make her blonde ally happy. Sighing miserably she took a swig of her tea.



“You know why…it’s the natural order of things. Now that she is not sealed to die another will. It’s the way it must be. That being the case…have you figured out she is the protector?” Coop asked levelly, intently studying her sister. There was something differn’t about the woman.



The sister she knew was aggressive…ready to fight and destroy at a moments notice. But there was a new softness about her. Her aura was less…tainted by darkness.



“Yes its Ryan…the tiger’s offspring. Her blood is poison to him.” Sasha didn’t wish to look up from her glass. Her thoughts had unwillingly begun to spiral out of control when she thought of how Lonnie’s death would hurt the slayer.



“No…it WAS Ryan. Now her blood is merely the weapon, the Protector has changed, the oracles said something about the Protectors blood being pure…I guess that means a child.”



“Jaeger?” Sasha asked quietly. Coop shook her head and seemed to look off into space thinking for a moment.



“Jaeger was supposed to be missing until the battle but now that the ending has changed…so has the path.”



“Will she be alright?” Sasha asked, she wasn’t oblivious to the downfalls of being a seer…many died for there visions.



“Yes, she will live to be a grandmother.” Coop reached over and refilled her glass. Leaning back she went back to studying her sister. There REALLY was something different about her….what was it?



“Is there anyway to tell when this battle will happen?” Sasha stood and walked to the half open flap of her tent entrance. Looking out she scanned her demons, most were sleeping or sitting around campfires laughing and drinking merrily. She was a little surprised to see young slayers in the mix.



“No, I do not mean to guilt you, but your coming here Sasha…it has distracted the blonde woman from her duties. True you have saved her mate…but someone WILL die in the battle.”



“Do, do you think it will be Buffy?” Sasha asked, not meeting Cupids eyes.



Coop froze when she realized what it was that was different. Sasha was in love. Stepping closer she looked down at the smaller stockier frame. “You can’t love her Sasha.”



“I don’t.” Sasha snapped stepping back.” Shes human, food, a mortal.” Coop kept silent when she saw those violet eyes flash black.



“Alright…but she will die Sasha…someday. She’s died three times as it is…someday it’ll stick.” Coop said softly. “Loving a mortal is hell little sister.”



“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.” Coop watched as Sasha grabbed her sword and stalked out into eh night toward a small group of demons.



She watched as Sasha hauled one to his feet and shoved him. She heard the demon woman order him to fight, not five minutes later Coop stepped aside and let her sister reenter her tent.



“You’ve a bit of blood on your shirt.” Coop told her, ‘Yep definitely love.” Demon style.



Growling and snarling Sasha simply walked into her sleeping area and dropped the veil. Leaving Coop to her thoughts.



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“Ryan…honey open the door.” Skye knocked again, louder this time. Ryan had sealed herself off in the bathroom for nearly an hour and honestly she was beginning to worry.



“No” Skye heard Ryan say quietly. Irritated more and more she reached above the jam and fished out the spare key to the bathroom. Handy when you had three small children who had loved locking parents out during bath time.



Opening the door she walked in, at first she thought Ryan was sick again, the woman was pale and her skin looked clammy. Skye crouched in front of Ryan and reached out and brushed her hair out of her eyes. “Hey…what’s wrong Tigger?” Skye felt some tension leave her at the small smile that flitted across Ryan’s features.



“I’m pregnant Skye.” Ryan jolted out of her trance when she saw Skye fall flat on her ass. “You okay?” she asked reaching out and taking one of Skye’s hands.



“You…pregnant? How? Are you sure?” Skye tried to stop the million thoughts racing through her head but they didn’t seem to slow at all.



“Yeah im sure, look” Ryan reached up on the windowsill behind her and handed Skye the test. It was positive…little smiley face and all. “I don’t know when exactly…I mean. We aren’t exactly chaste princess.”



“No were not.” Skye whispered, staring at the small test in her hand and then at Ryan’s stomach, still flat and firmly muscled. Smiling like a fool she lunged forward and nearly forced the breathe from her mate with the force of her hug. “I love you Ryan.”



“I…so do I” Ryan whispered. Holding onto the wolf for dear life she refused to think about this child. What it would mean…what it would BE? Talk about identity issues. Kids going to be three diffetnt types of skin walker.



“Let’s go to bed.” Skye said happily, running her hands up under Ryan’s shirt and cupping her breasts before leaning in and nuzzling her mate’s neck.



Chuckling Ryan pulled back “I don’t think its sleep that’s on your mind lover”



“Oh it is…just not for at least a few more hours.” Skye said softly, already back to biting and sucking her mate’s neck, rasping the skin with her fangs when she heard Ryan gasp and moan.



“Whatever makes you happy doll” Ryan said a moment before Skye helped her to her feet and they walked hurriedly to there shared bedroom.



TBC



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