Rating: PG
Summary: The twins are three months old, but they appear to be six months old...huh??
Spoilers: Don't think so...but then, I don't think, come to think of it!?! (hehehe)
Disclaimer: I so TOTALLY wish I owned them...do you think I could kill him and claim to be his heir? At least that way the storyline wouldn't ubersuck!!!
Note: This is the fifteenth story in the Weekend series. Follows Introduction Weekend...

The Mansion

Sunday, 10:15 am

Joyce was in the nursery playing with her grandchildren and thinking about...things. She wondered why Erin and Liam were getting so big...but she was more concerned about their lives.

They didn't have them.

They wouldn't experience any of the good things about being alive. Even though Buffy had died so young, she'd had friends, albeit, not very friendly ones, but most of all, she'd had Angel.

Erin and Liam wouldn't find love like that, would they? It may have sounded wrong, but Joyce sometimes hoped not. she didn't want them to go through what their parents had gone through, and be apart from the one they loved because of circumstances....

All of a sudden, Erin started to pull herself up. When Liam saw what his sister was doing, he did the same. Joyce looked at the twins in shock. She quickly thought back to when Buffy was a baby, and she hadn't stood until she was six or seven months old...

She'd have to speak to Buffy and Angel about this...or was that not speak...she was starting to sound like Buffy used to....

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Little did Joyce know, Angel and Buffy had already noticed their children's rapid growth..

*You don't think that there's something wrong with them, do you Angel?* The worry on Buffy's face made Angel hold her tight.

After leaving Joyce with their children, they had retreated to the bedroom.

Angel kissed Buffy's forehead. *I don't think so, Buffy. It may just be the way they're supposed to grow. We'll ask Whistler when he rings later on. He said he needed to talk to us.*

He didn't let on that he was just as worried as she was, but he could tell that she knew. She curled herself into his embrace, and they both lay in their bed and slept...until Whistler rang...

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1:23 pm

Joyce had just put the children down for an afternoon nap, when Whistler rang. She picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Mrs Summers, can you put me on speaker phone, there's one around there, somewhere. It's probably in my boy, Angel's room."

"Sure. Hold on." She put the telephone receiver on the table and went to the connecting door to her daughter's room. She politely knocked on the door before opening it. When she opened it, she discovered Buffy and Angel just waking up. She pointed to the speaker phone and said, "Whistler."

Angel materialized enough to turn it on. He and Buffy had been practicing it for months and could almost fully materialize for 15 minutes.

All three paid attention to the demon on the phone.

"Okay, Whistler, go ahead."

"Yeah, well, according to the higher ups, your two kids are pretty special. Every one or two centuries, since the balance of good and evil began, there has been an extra burst of good, directed from four specific people. Each time, it was from two slayers, mother and daughter, and the father and son of the same family. It has been discovered that it was YOUR family.

"They weren't sure until just recently, because there was another slayer, or, other slayers-the one spirit, that also married and had families. It was only until Angel turned vamp on us that the family that was supposed to appear last century, didn't. Not until now. We have our Slayer mother and daughter, and our powerful father and son.

"You've probably noticed the kids growing twice as fast as normal kids. It's always been this way. In life, when Buffy's human self died in each life, her daughter would always be old enough and strong enough to immediately take over the Slaying duties, with her brother to protect her. None of the powers could figure out why."

Joyce spoke, "So Erin and Liam have always grown twice as fast so that when the Slayer, Buffy, dies they take over from Buffy and Angel?"

She turned to the couple, "Have you two ever heard of families like this?"

They shook their heads, and, Whistler, hearing the question, explained.

"There was never any record, but we immortals remember. We were around then. The watchers could never record what they didn't know. In each life, when the parents worked out what was going on, they would send their children where the Watcher's couldn't connect them as family. Usually, to live with grandparents who were told the situation. When the mother dies, the father would collect the children just after the daughter was called, and would guide them as to their new life.

"Each time, the daughter and son would find their soulmates, find love, and soon die. Following them in death were their soulmates and their father. Always, was good in the lead for the years of that family. In the years of Angel's vampirism, the evil became greater than ever in the history of our struggle. We now know why..."

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