Special Someones
by gnome
Chapter 2
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Dylan is about two years old, sorry if I didn't say it earlier I've been super busy. If you find any other problems please review. Thanks a lot :D
While Willow and Dylan slept together on the other side of town Joyce was having a few problems. Alone in the kitchen with a warm cup of tea her thoughts drifted. She had always been worried about Willow. Each day that passed she saw what was happening with her family and the rest of the Scooby gang.
Willow left, she wasn't sure the exact reason why but it was rather obvious. Tara had left her as well as everyone ignoring her, she was hooked on magic, and the night she hurt Dawn was the last straw for her. She took nothing and left. No one knew she had left until a few days after. Nothing was moved or changed. Her computer right where it was left, clothes in the closet, everything right where it was supposed to be.
Now she was back. Now she had a daughter.
She had no one there when she needed them the most. No one was there when she was addicted to magic or coming off it, when she was pregnant, had her baby, now she was raising her kid on her own. Joyce told herself she was never going to let Willow get away from her again. She lost Buffy more times than she would like to count and Willow, she was not going to lose anyone again.
Buffy. She had been torn when her best friend left. She felt so bad after finding out she left after yelling at her. Buffy still hadn't recovered always walking past the Rosenberg residents or looking though old pictures. She tried to hide it, but she felt horrible without her best friend there beside her. Willow had always been there for her and the one time Buffy was needed she turned her back.
Dawn had healed physically, but emotionally she lost a sister. She still had Tara, but Tara was now with Faith. The two lived close by, in an apartment a few streets down. Xander was crushed his life long friend left without a word. Everyone was worried and felt betrayed by her act of leaving. They still feel a hole left in her spot, some bigger than others. Tara moved on, Xander continued on his path, Dawn and Buffy seemed stuck.
Dawn followed in her steps and began to learn magic, under the eyes of everyone. Not wanting Dawn to follow every step the hacker had made. There was a close eye on her at all times; Faith even took time to spend with her.
Buffy would spend time with everyone and act like everything was ok. In reality she hurt so much she had to hide it. Hide it from everyone including herself. Buffy was an emotional bomb waiting to explode. Four years of bottled up emotions waiting to come out.
Rinsing her cup she headed upstairs. Checking on Dawn she saw her youngest in bed asleep all ready. Walking in she covered her up, kissing her forehead, she stood there. Watching her child sleep, remembering her as a baby, memories of her growing up. A small girl giggling with her older sister as the two played in the back yard.
Flashbacks come into her mind like a slideshow. Watching her girls play and grow up together, seeing the Scooby gang come together, the fights and knowledge of the slayer. She stood there until a hand landed on her shoulder. Turning she saw her oldest standing there, smiling at her. Returning the smile she left Dawn's room, closing the door behind her.
"Hey Buffy, how'd slaying go?" She asked as she walked with Buffy to her room.
Buffy was exhausted. She never slept well when she did sleep and other times she couldn't. She laid awake thinking. Thinking about ways she could have handled that night. Hell the way she could have handled anything after coming back. She pushed the one person she needed the most away.
Standing in her doorway she replied, "It was ok, nothing big and bad. I'm just going to go to bed, night mom."
Letting her daughter go she went to her bed and let her mind wander as she fell asleep dreaming about Willow and her daughter.
Buffy on the other hand sat on her bed. Questions ran through her mind about what happened today. First she comes home and her mom is drinking tea and sitting there at the kitchen isle. Then her mother had this different smell on her. It was of so many different and yet a familiar scent.
Laying down she decided she was going to stay inside tonight. Usually she left in the middle of the night. Doing anything but sitting here, waiting for someone to come back. To apologize for all the wrong she did to her. She faced so much with her friend and she threw her out like garbage.
Closing her eyes she let images fill her mind. Pictures of Willow flashed before her minds eye. All the way from the first time she saw her until the last time. Willow just sat there on the steps while Joyce walked Dawn up the stairs to there home. Buffy walked on the other side of Dawn and let the two go in the house.
Standing there she looked at her friend. The one and only person she trusted with her life. "I trusted you Willow, we all trusted you." Taking a deep breath before she said what she felt she needed to. "I need you to go. I can't deal with this right. I have so much going on I can't deal with another problem." Turning she heard her one friend cry as she closed the door behind her.
She cried herself to sleep for so many nights, tonight would be no different. How could she have done that to someone she cared so much about. Closing her eyes she held her pillow tight, holding it close as she cried herself to sleep.
Willow woke to someone crying. Looking down she saw her Dylan crying. Rubbing her baby's back she leaned up on her elbow. "What's wrong baby?" She yawned before she asked.
"Bad dream," she whimpered into her mothers' chest, her small hands clinging to her mothers' shirt.
Getting out of bed she lifted the girl, carrying her downstairs. Walking into the kitchen she pulled out two juice containers and walked back to the living room. Sitting down she grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. Opening both juice boxes she handed Dylan one as she flipped through to find something suitable for her baby to watch.
Feeling cold she got up only to have Dylan try and hold her down. "Dylan I'm going to get a blanket, I'll come right back. Unless you're ready for bed," she hoped her redhead was ready for bed. She was really tired and still had to unpack many boxes.
Sipping the last of her juice she held up the empty carton. "All done," she smiled at her mother who took both containers and threw them away in the kitchen. Coming back she turned the TV off and waited. Dylan put her hands up, meaning 'pick me up.' Willow walked over and lifted up the little girl. Walking up the stairs she felt Dylan hold her tighter. Walking to the master bedroom she laid Dylan down before climbing into bed next to her, cuddling again the two drifted back asleep for a few more hours.
Willow had a hard time sleeping. This was her home town, but she was still scared. Sunnydale was never the safest, but the knowledge of Buffy still around made her feel safe and uneasy at the same time. Looking down at her daughter she remembered most of what happened to her these last four years. She had done some stupid things, not just sort of stupid but really stupid things.
She only started to get smart nearly three years ago. When she realized she was pregnant she knew she had to be smart, be responsible, and be careful. The things she did after she left home to becoming pregnant were the worst things she had ever and would ever do in her whole life. She swore at that moment to be better for herself and her child.
Moving several stray strands out of her daughters face she watched her sleep. She knew she wasn't the best mother, but she was the best she could be. Researched everything she could on the subject of babies, made sure Dylan had everything she needed for each stage, knew when to expect certain developments.
Thinking back she didn't know what she was going to do once she found out she was pregnant. She couldn't give up her baby that was certain, so she bettered herself. Forced to take care of herself and make better choices than she had for over a year. It had been hard to change, but she knew it would be worth it and it was.
Watching Dylan wake up was funny. The little girl shut her eyes real tight as she stretched against Willow, who laughed at her little girl. As soon as she began to wake up she jumped on her mom, tickling her. "Ah, Dylan no, please stop," she begged as she laughed at her girl. Quickly turning the tables she tickled Dylan into begging.
Laying there Dylan scrunched her eye brows thinking. Willow knew this look, it was hers. "What is it?"
"The woman?" Willow never really talked about Sunnydale or anyone who lived there. Dylan was little, but could sense so much more than any child her age. She could tell something was going on between the two yesterday, anybody could. The way her mother acted was very unlike her usual self.
"She was a friend, like a mommy to me." Smiling she hoped her daughter could understand even if just a little. She seemed to understand as she sat up and hugged her mom.
"She nice?" Her eyes focused on her mothers equally bright eyes.
Nodding her head she spoke, "She is very nice," a smile on her face of the fond memories of her and her mother like figure. "Would you like to see her again?" Her daughters' bright smile was all she needed. "Ok, let's get you changed." Hopping off the bed the two walked to Dylan's room.
Picking out a pair of blue jeans and cute green t shirt Willow helped Dylan get dressed. Then Willow went back to her room and changed into jeans and a red shirt. Making her bed she went back to Dylan's room to find her daughter making her bed. "What a big girl." Picking up her daughter she swung her around before hugging her.
Walking downstairs Willow began to work around the kitchen to make breakfast for the two of them. At the same time Joyce was making breakfast for three. Joyce hadn't told them of Willow and wasn't planning on it. She was going back over there after breakfast, deciding to tell her kids she had extra work to do in the office. A small lie, but better for now than the truth. No one was ready for that, not even herself.
Fixing three plates she called for her daughters. The three sat down and ate. Small talk was made and Buffy offered to clean up since Joyce was heading out. Dawn and Buffy were going over to Tara and Faith's place in the afternoon so Joyce would be safe with their secret.
Picking up her purse she walked to her car and drove, making sure to check her mirror to make sure no one followed her. She knew they wouldn't but would rather be safe than sorry. Parking her car at her work she walked to Willows' new residence. Knocking on the door she waited again. This time she knew who would be on the other side.
As Willow finished cleaning there breakfast she heard the knock, checking the peep hole to see who it was before opening it. Seeing Joyce on the other side made her feel nervous again. Opening the door for her she let Joyce come in. Closing the door behind her she called Dylan.
"Dylan, come here please." As Dylan came walking up she saw Joyce there, she stood frozen in place with an intense look on her face. "Dylan come here baby." Slowly she walked towards her mother, who picked her up and held her. Letting little Dylan know everything was ok. "Dylan this is Joyce, Joyce Dylan."
Joyce put her hand out and waited for Dylan to reach for hers. As the two shook Dylan smiled, this woman was nice and calming in a different way than her mother, not better just different. "Dylan, you wanna go play?" She nodded her head and Willow let her down so she could go to her room and play.
Joyce went to the couch and sat down after watching the little redhead get up the stairs. Willow soon joined her and they sat there in silence. Joyce was full of questions but had no idea where to start or what would be more appropriate to start with. "Willow dear, I think you should tell them your back."
"What about Dylan? How am I supposed to explain my daughter? It's been so hard and I was doing such stupid things. I did such bad things. How can I even face them after everything I've done?" Tears threatened to spill as she looked into those caring eyes.
Joyce just put her arms around Willow, holding her as she thought about it. "I'll be right there with you Willow. You, Dylan, and I will tell them."
"No, I can't. I can't see them. I hurt them all so much. They must hate me. It hurts so much." Tears were falling as she felt hurt for everything she had done to them.
"Willow, do you trust me?" A nod against her shoulder told her the answer. "Then trust me now, let me help you. You are like a daughter to me Willow and now I feel like a grandmother. All I want is everyone to be happy and it seems like no one is. I won't lie to you Willow you hurt a lot of people when you left, but I understand why you felt you had to leave. Now your back and I want nothing more than you to come back to us."
She had to, if not for herself for Dylan and Joyce. Both needed her right now and she needed to do this. "Ok, when?" She wanted this done and over with. She didn't want to talk about her past but knew it was a something that was going to need to be discussed.
"Well Willow, I can call a Scooby meeting and have them all there as soon as you want. When do you want this to be done?" Her voice held such hope that Willow couldn't stop now.
"As soon as possible." Was all she said as she moved her gaze to upstairs. She couldn't see her daughter, but hear her laughing and the sounds the game she was playing with were making.
"We should do it now. You know how they would feel if they found out you were here without telling them. I can call them up and have them come to my place right now. We can drive over there as soon as everyone is there. If you don't want to stay you just need to tell me and I will be more than willing to drive you two home, no questions asked."
It was all happening so fast, but it needed to. She needed this to all be over and to move on and be able to take a breath without worrying. "Ok, but I'll drive us. That way you won't be in the middle." Joyce nodded her head and pulled out her cell. She began by calling Buffy and having her set up a meeting as soon as possible and to call her back when everyone was there.
Willow went upstairs while she was on the phone and went into her daughters' room. Watching her play as fear she had never known before squeezed her. Less than thirty minutes later Joyce came upstairs and told her they were ready. It was now or never. Picking up Dylan she went downstairs and grabbed her keys. Walking outside she put Dylan in her car seat in the back of the car.
Joyce told her to follow her and she did. A few more minutes and they at the Summers residence. Parking both cars the three of them got out and head up the walkway. Joyce opened the door with Willow and Dylan walking right behind her. Joyce then put her arm around Willow for emotional and physical support.
As soon as eye turned towards the door everyone froze. Before them were Willow and an identical smaller version of Willow, with Joyce beside them smiling. "Guess whose back."
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