I love you.
Kennedy was sleeping. And Willow was watching, having sneaked out of Kennedy's embrace without disturbing her.
I don't know when it first occurred to me. But I am in love with you. I know it when I see you laugh, when I hear you say my name, and I can hear it in your voice that you love me back. Even the way you call me other names, like 'Red' or 'Will'. Or 'Babe'. I always know that you care for me. You can hear it. I can hear that I'm your...your world. I love you so badly. Even now. When I'm looking at you. So... peaceful . So peaceful. The star light on your face, and the way you're breathing so steadily. Nothing to like when you're breathing when you're turned on. But man, when I'm with you...I think I'm turned on 24/7. You don't even have to try. I want you, Kennedy. I need you.
"No..." Kennedy suddenly stirred in her sleep, turning over, a frown on her face. "Leave me...alone. You're not my...leave me...mommy....I love...no!" She muttered, her voice slightly high pitched, showing her distress.
"Ssh." Willow hurried to Kennedy's side, kneeling down next to the bed and taking her lovers hand. "Ssh. I love you, Kenn. It's alright. S'just a dream."
"...don't touch...daddy no...you love me, I know it...daddy!" Kennedy's tone of voice started to get louder, and Willow squeezed her hand gently. "DADDY NO!" She sat up, sweat prickling her forehead, and looked around. Willow looked at her, and Kennedy met her eyes. "Willow. I...he was here and he hurt me...and you...oh God." Tears welled up in her eyes, and Willow took Kennedy into her arms, stroking her hair like a mother would to her child.
"Ssh, baby. It was just a dream. It's over now. It's not here. He's not here. Just you and me, Kennedy." The Slayer cried softly on her shoulder. And Willow let her hold her as tightly as she needed to. "I love you."
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“Faith, can you call Willow and Kennedy for me? It’s urgent. We need a meeting.”
“What if they’re busy?”
“Just get them here, especially Kennedy.”
Buffy frowned and looked over a Giles.
“Why? What’s so important about Kenn?”
“This scroll. It’s in so many different languages. Most that I have no idea about when it comes to what they mean. The small amounts of these languages that I do know are a bit hazy, but definitely mention the death of a Slayer…and something to do with what sounds like this new evil we’re facing.”
“Like…how?”
“Dark. Evil. Killed the First Guardian. Powerful. Everything our newcomer claims to be. But I can’t further my research until I know what this text says.”
“Faith! Tell those two to hurry up!”
“B, there’s kind of a problem. Kenn had some sort of dream, she’s scared out of her wits that it’s a Slayer dream, but she’s so shit scared that she won’t even tell Red about it.”
“Can I go to them? Just to give them the scroll.”
“I’ll ask.” Faith took the phone from where it was covered by her chest, and spoke to it again. After a bit, she turned to Buffy. “Yeah. We can all come, and Kennedy can read it for us.”
“You’re sure about this?” Willow asked Kennedy, putting down the phone.
“Why not? I mean, come on. What are the chances of one of my dreams actually being all prophetic? Anyways, it’s more of a past thing really. Most of it was just memories. Except the end part, because that was just…” She swallowed as she trailed off.
“I know baby. We won’t talk about it yet. Later. When You’re ready.”
“If I’m ready.” Whispered Kennedy.
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