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I stash my free cooler in Buffy's closet, change back into civilian clothes, and then take off my rings. Ready for battle. I feel an odd pang putting the rings back in their box. I almost put them back on, even, but I can't very well punch demons around wearing them! For a moment I hold the wedding band in my fingers. I could wear that one, anyway. But like I told Buffy, I'm not into showy rings. What, am I gonna wear it all the time? I laugh at myself and put the rings carefully away.

Closing the door, I spot the tip of a crossbow bolt hiding on the top shelf. I thought I'd been through this closet pretty well, but I missed that one. OK, B, you run a tight ship on the surface, but open any door or cupboard and this place is a mess! Not that I'm one to talk. I'm as likely to stuff my clothes under the bed as in a drawer.

I take the arrow. It's been an obsession of sorts, finding all of Buffy's pointy toys and getting them organized down in the new training room.

Doesn't sound like B and the witches are ready to go yet, so I resume my closet-to-closet search for long-lost weapons. I go through the closet in Willow and Tara's old room and find two perfectly good stakes that Buffy probably didn't even know she had! They aren't Buffy's work–I'd know. Willow's, I'd say. Sloppy, but the balance is good.

Finishing that closet I move to the newly-repaired hall closet. Looks as good as new, thanks to Xander, even after a really bad-smelling Krakor demon tore out the door and half the shelves, seeking a mysterious talisman. In a case marked with red pentagrams. We still have no clue about the talisman–but on the bright side, nobody else has come hunting for it! Yet.

Inside the closet is a layered mess of shoes, purses, boxes and old clothes. Hey... look at that! And old crayon drawing by Buffy! Hippopotamus maybe? I laugh and flatten it out, setting it aside to keep. This closet was probably a mess before the demon started flinging things, and now it looks like Dawn just threw everything back in so the door would close.

I strike gold on the top shelf. Throwing stars! I didn't even know we had throwing stars. I know how to use 'em though. I bet Buffy doesn't! I'll have to teach her.

Standing on the bottom shelf and reaching further back, I find a whole bag full of those cute little slaying caps she wears. And some old boots, and still more purses...

I stumble back off the shelf, staring at what I've just found. I turn it every which way.

No. She wouldn't. She wouldn't!

Would she...?

 

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Patrol time. We're collecting Dawn at Cassie's after their first official date. I bet it wasn't as exciting as our evening!

As Dawn says goodnight to Cassie at the door, I overhear Buffy talking to the witches. Showing off the ring I gave her. For like the fourth time. Makes me feel a little... I don't know, jealous. I want to show Willow and Tara my rings again! I feel a weird sense of loss, like I got used to wearing them after barely an hour. Silly.

But maybe I'll put them on again after patrol. That would be nice, to show Buffy how much I like 'em. Then starting tomorrow, they'll be for special occasions only, like I told her. They mean a lot to me, but they just ain't my style.

Dawn leaves Cassie at last. "You sure you don't want to come?" she asks her new girlfriend, hopefully.

Cassie shakes her head. "I'm not much of a fighter. I'd be in the way. I'd rather spend the night painting or writing than chasing through sewers with sharp sticks. But you guys have fun!"

"'K, sweetie." Dawn blows Cassie a kiss.

I wink at Cassie. "Summers girls... they're all into cute. Sickening isn't it? Buffy's still got stuffed animals!"

Cassie smiles back. "So does Dawn. Revolting." She turns her smile on Dawn, shyly, and turns to go back inside.

She never makes it. Something in the shadows grabs her and throws her against the ground, cutting her scream short. A vampire, opening his fanged jaws to tear out the girl's throat. Buffy and I leap to Cassie's rescue.

But we're not quick enough. Dawn's there first. She's fast when it counts. "Get away from her!" She uses her human strength well, kicking the vampire off of Cassie and spinning around to plant a second kick right in the beast's throat. He grabs her with a snarl, but she slips through his grasp and punches him in the side of the head. He's distracted for only a moment. Not long enough for Buffy and I to take over. But long enough for Dawn to put a stake through his heart. Good kill!

Dawn's breathing hard, the rage on her face almost frightening, but giving way to concern. She turns to help Cassie, who is climbing shakily to her feet. "Wow," she says, staring at Dawn in disbelief. "You really do know how to fight vampires! You saved my life!"

"Are you OK?" Dawn runs her hand over Cassie's exposed neck, making sure she wasn't bitten.

"Yeah. Thanks to you."

Dawn leads her protectively into the house. "I should stay with you."

"I'm good. You go do what you have to do. They can't get in without being invited, right?"

"That's the rule. But maybe I'll check on you after patrol." Dawn's acting a little weird. Very protective. But then again, the Creature's got a little Slayer blood in her. Protection is what we're about. If my wife wasn't a Slayer, I bet I'd feel pretty protective too.

But there's something else in Dawn's expression, something I can't quite place.

Cassie's staring at Dawn with wide-eyed admiration and gratitude. "Checking on me would be nice. You know where the key is. No pun intended."

Dawn looks at her tenderly. "Maybe I'll sleep over, too. Want me to tuck you in?" She starts to follow Cassie inside. And then it hits me what I saw in Dawn's face. Something else I can relate to as a Slayer!

Uh-oh. Time for action! I grab Dawn's arm. "We better go, Creature. Eeveryone's ready."

Dawn's pissed! "You guys can just–"

"We'd better go." I'm strong enough that she knows better than to resist. She waves reluctantly to Cassie, who waves back with a shrug and shuts the door.

Dawn glares at me. "Why did you do that?"

I touch her hair. "Creature..."

"What?"

I whisper, not letting Buffy hear. "A little suggestion..."

"What?"

"Check on her later. Quickly. And then come straight home. I'll wait out here for you."

"But we might want to visit. She just had a scare. I should stay with her tonight!"

"Creature... no."

Dawn is really annoyed. "Well, why not?"

I check to make sure B's not listening. She's talking to Tara about Spike and Dru, the chip twins. Something about them being back from Spike's surprise Africa trip? They've been seen in the school basement... and now they're both crazy? What's that all about? But I've got more important things than gossip to deal with now.

I try to explain. "Because you have Slayer blood in you, Creature. I've seen you eat after a kill! And I think I know what you're feeling right now. You were looking at Cassie like she was a big chocolate sundae. And she was looking at you with something I'd have to call worship! It's a recipe for total disaster. You two could end up doing... something... before you're ready."

Dawn looks angry. Then her eyes get wide and her face softens. She looks back at Cassie's house longingly. Cassie's still watching through a window. "I think... you might be right. I'll check on her real quick then. Nothing more."

"Good," I whisper.

Dawn blows out a frustrated breath. I know how she feels. "Thanks, Faith."

"No sweat. That's what sisters are for, right?"

She nods. "I guess I've gotten a little worked up on patrol before... but not like this. Maybe 'cause I didn't have anyone before." Comprehension enters her eyes. "Wow... so... that's what you guys... feel... after patrol? Every night?"

"No."

"No? But you said..."

"If you got it as bad as we do, Creature, you'd have been lucky to make it into the house before starting in on her. Trust me–you're lucky you're just half a Slayer!" Truth be told, I think we're the lucky ones–but that's no help to Dawnie.

"Wow."

"That's why the bed's in the basement. Not just to 'relax' after patrol like Buffy told you."

"Well, duh. I kinda figured! You guys are so loud in the wee hours, it hardly matters if you hide in the basement!"

"We try to be real quiet and polite!"

"Emphasis on the 'try.' Tell you what, when you guys go down to your little love nest, I'll sleep with my radio on. You won't need to worry about me at all!"

"Sounds like a plan. We don't always have the best... control... after slaying."

Dawn frowns. "Do you know why Buffy stenciled 'CV-1' on the basement door?"

I grin. "She did? Really? Well... I think I do know. It's kind of a long story. About a badly-painted trailer, canned peas, and a bathroom light. Ask Buffy sometime."

Dawn frowns again, puzzled.

We follow behind the others, heading for a demon bar to ask some questions.

"Tell you what else I'll do for you," says Dawn. "Any time you need extra privacy, just say the word, and I'll go stay at Cassie's!" She smiles innocently.

I give her a look.

She rolls her eyes. "OK, when I haven't been out slaying."

"There you go."

"You know, with you guys getting some twice a day, you could let me get a little."

Only twice? I let that one go by. "Hell, I'll give you pointers! That's what sisters are for too! And I'm pretty damn skilled in that department, as it happens. But I don't want to see it be anything but love when it happens for you guys. The real thing. No Slayer bloodlust. Trust me, Dawnie, when the moment comes, it will be worth the wait." She sighs. "I believe you. I'll control myself."

After a while I realize there are tears on Dawn's cheeks. Guilt? Did I handle things badly? Shit, what do I know about being a sister? "Hey... what's wrong?"

Her lip trembles. "What if I hadn't gotten there in time? Faith... what if she got killed because I wasn't fast enough?"

I squeeze her shoulders. "We were right behind you. We'd have saved her. But you were fast enough. You were amazing."

"I'm going to worry about her so much now, all the time! She's right, she's not a fighter. Faith, I can't let anything hurt her! I love her so much!"

She sure does. That loneliness is gone from Dawn's eyes. But she'll have to get used to the worrying. "I get that, Creature. And I promise you, we'll all look out for her. Would you feel better if the cops rode by once a night?"

"A little. But that's not gonna happen."

"It might. I work for the cops now. My new job. I answer straight to the Chief!" I'm starting to feel a little proud of myself, actually.

"You what?"

I show her my badge.

"Hey!" she calls ahead to Willow and Tara. "Did you guys know Faith was a cop?"

 

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Last night's interrogations at the demon bars were worth it. Not just for seeing Dawn work off her hormones beating up a demon three times her size, either–we got some good info. The monster that's been snacking on eyes and tongues is some kind of wraith from eastern Europe. A pair of wraiths, actually–that's how they hunt. Easily killed–but impossible to track. So Giles and Willow are hitting the books. I'm trying to help, but I'm not good with old books. Find the wraiths, and I'll kill 'em. I'll even plan the attack. But count me out of the research. Oh, well. Least I'm giving it a shot.

Dawn's talking wedding stuff with Tara. Buffy's hanging out at the cash register with Xander and Anya. Will and Tara must have inspired those two–they're starting to talk wedding plans again themselves. I rate the odds of that at about fifty-fifty.

Yawn. I am wicked bored. Maybe I'll go around showing off my rock some more. I wasn't sure how Dawn would react to seeing me in her mom's rings, but it seems to make her happy. Doesn't make me the mom, though–that's Buffy's deal. Well, at least until we are moms!

Or maybe I'll go work out in back of the shop. I practically cleaned the place out to finish our training room in the basement, but there's still some stuff back there.

Or better yet... "Hey, Creature! Up for some training?"

"Cool! Only... me and Tara are busy figuring out the flowers. Tara thinks they should sing. I think they should just light up like candles. You and me can grow them maybe!"

"Sounds pretty freaky. But the wedding's not for half a year! Come on, all this research is making me crazy."

Tara agrees. "Flowers can wait." Dawn joins me in the back.

"OK," says Dawn, putting on padding as I close the door on the others. "Let's see what you can teach me about vampire slaying that Buffy hasn't already been through."

Even with my back to her I can still attack. The first lesson will be about surprise. I flip backwards without a word of warning to knock her off her feet.

She steps aside untouched. "OK, Buffy has done that like a million times."

OK, no more Mrs. Nice Slayer. I saw how she fought the vampire off of Cassie. I've fought her a little myself. I know how to beat her.

Sure enough, in about ten seconds I have her pinned on the floor. "Just so you know who's the Slayer here, Creature." But it wasn't as easy as I thought it would be. She is really fast, at all the right moments. Too easy to underestimate. "OK, lesson time."

I show her some moves she hasn't seen, and how to block them. She learns as fast as she moves.

"Now... if she comes at you from the side, like this, your only chance is to jump forward. Not so far that she gets behind you, though."

"OK." She gets the tactic right the first time. Makes me proud.

"Thing is, once you do that, she'll know that you know what she's doing. So don't try the same thing the second time. She'll come at you from the side again, but it's a bluff. Stay put and kick–aim for shoulder."

"Shoulder?"

"Don't worry, by the time your foot gets there, it will be her head in the way."

"Gotcha." Takes her two tries, but she gets it right. "Just wondering, Faith... is there a reason the vampire is a 'she' this time? I mean, most vampires are guys, right?"

"Vampires? The official figure is 68%. But who said anything about vampires? I'm teaching you to kick your sister's butt!"

Dawn smiles. "Cool."

 

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Damn, the Creature actually tired me out! A little. She's totally wiped out, though. We rest sitting against the wall. "Not, bad, Dawnie. You're just about ready to take your sister down a peg or two." Serves B right, after training Dawn to fight me!

"Yeah, I might get lucky! I know she usually beats you, so I'm not counting on anything."

"She what? Buffy is so full of it!"

"Tell me about it."

We talk sister talk a while, about the garden, taking Cassie to the prom, and school stuff. Dawn likes the study room I made upstairs.

"Hey, heard anything about Spike and Dru?" I ask. "I thought he'd be at the Scooby meeting, since he's back in town. But Buffy says they're both all crazy now?"

"Buffy only knew 'cause I told her. I go to the same school, remember? They're holed up in the basement."

"So I hear. They both still chipped?"

"Yeah. Drusilla didn't even knock herself unconscious trying to bite me or anything."

"You went down there? Dawn, stay away from those two!"

"It's cool, they're harmless. They're in no state to come out of their basement. It's all wailing and moaning and rocking in place with them these days. But Spike's getting better. I can't tell whether Drusilla is."

"Wonder what happened to them in Africa?"

"No clue. Drusilla kept going on about not being the devil's hands anymore. But I'm not so sure. Have you seen her nails?"

"Well, I hope they work through it, whatever it is. Having vampires on the team is no bad thing!"

"Yeah. I was pretty worried about Spike when I saw him, but they seem to be taking care of each other."

The door to the Magic Box opens. Buffy.

"What trouble are you two getting up to? Research party's over. Giles finally dug up a spell to draw the wraiths where we want them."

"Awesome. Let's go get 'em!"

Out in the shop, Willow and Giles and Anya file the books away as Buffy and I open up a chest of weapons for whoever wants to come on patrol. My hand touches hers. Both wearing our rings. I contemplate again what I found in the hall closet, and kiss Buffy's ear.

"Is it just me, Buffy, or is Tara acting weird as hell today?"

"Tell me about it. Look at how she acts towards Willow all of a sudden!"

Tara nervously steadies Willow's hips as she climbs a stepladder... all the way to the second step. Worry much? She wasn't like that last night. Then the witches join us at the toy chest–Tara still clutching Red's sleeve protectively. Like Willow needs help standing up or something–but Red looks just fine, to me. Better than fine, actually. They both do.

They catch us studying them. Willow starts to open her mouth, shuts it again, and gets some encouragement from her fiancee. "Go on, sweetie. Good a time as any." Tara breaks into a big smile, followed by Willow, and we all stare at the couple.

"Will," says Xander, "is there something you'd like to share with the group?"

Willow nods excitedly. "We... there's... um, there's a reason we waited to tell you guys about the wedding."

Tara nuzzles Willow's ear. "There are... complicating factors. Things we wanted to work out."

"Factors?" asks Buffy. "What factors are we talking?"

"Well," says Willow, smiling wider and wider. "There's my dress, for one thing."

I owe her some help in that department. "I'll help you pick something, Red. Doesn't even have to be slutty if you're not into that." Although if you ask me, Will would look pretty fine in something skimpy.

"It's not that," says Willow. "It's finding one I like that will actually fit."

"I think they can adjust them if you ask real nice," says Dawn.

Willow and Tara look at each other. Tara squeezes her wife-to-be and gets suddenly shy. "The thing is... we didn't want to tell you guys about everything until we were sure... and now we're sure... Willow... Willow's..." Tara's voice rises almost to a squeal. "She's going to be seven months pregnant!"

Willow beams proudly and we all stare at her in shock. Dawn opens her mouth to ask a question but can't get it out.

Anya sums up our bewilderment with her usual tact. "Pregnant comes from sex. Who is the father? How many boys do you even... know...?" she turns to Xander accusingly.

Xander raises his hands to protest his innocence. "I knew nothing about..." his jaw drops. "Oz! Oz you dog you!"

Oz? Wow... now we know the real reason Oz was in town! I don't like him for avoiding Dawn, but if he gave Willow and Tara a baby... maybe he's not such a bad guy.

The silence breaks. Everyone is hugging and jumping and screaming. Everyone except for Giles–not one for the jumping. Handshakes from Giles.

Oh–and except for Willow and Tara themselves. They're both frozen, wearing weird expressions.

Willow finally cuts into the jubilation. "One second... please... There's something I need to say about Oz." Tara's still speechless. Willow continues, "Oz is one of my very favorite people in the world. I was so happy he could make it out to Sunnydale. As for having his baby, well... ewwww!" She's clearly horrified at the idea. "Oh, and also, ewwwwwww!"

That shuts us up. But if Oz isn't the father...

Tara finds her voice. Raising Willow's shirt to rub her lover's stomach, she says softly, "It's my baby." Tears of pride well up in her eyes.

Dawn's eyes almost pop out. Everyone else gapes like fish.

"OK," I say, "either I missed more than I thought when I dropped out of school... or there's magic involved."

"The oldest and purest magic around," agrees Tara, smiling. "Willow's probably the only witch alive with the power to pull it off."

Everyone absorbs this. "Tara..." says Xander. "You dog you!"

Now the screaming and hugging sets in for real! Patrol can wait!

"You guys..." says Buffy, "this is the best thing ever, that ever happened ever!"

"Hey..." I start to protest, pulling her into my arms. I almost finish, Better than marrying me? But actually, I'm with her. This is at least a very close second.

Xander has a foolish smile. "I'm gonna be Cool Uncle Xander. The one who lets everybody stay up all night watching those racy 'PG' movies and and eating Cheesy Chips until we puke!"

Willow puts her arms around him. "Yes you are. Except the puking. Our baby eats Cheesy Chips strictly in moderation. And you know who you guys are?" She turns to B and me. "Aunt Buffy and Aunt Faith."

"Damn!" I say, "Makin' me feel old!" Pretty novel feeling, for a Slayer.

Buffy smiles. "Babysitters extraordinaire. We could use the practice anyway."

Tara puts her arm around the Creature. "I kinda of pictured Dawnie as babysitter. If she could use a little spare cash."

"Any time," says Dawn. "This is so awesome!" She falls silent, hugs Tara tight and then pulls Willow in. "This is gonna be the luckiest baby ever. I should know. You guys were my moms for a while. I'm just a little jealous."

"Don't worry," says Willow, squeezing back. "You'll always be our Dawnie. You'll just have a little brother or sister to deal with!"

"So... will the baby look like Tara?" I ask.

"I hope so," smiles Willow. "Half the genes are hers. Two eggs became one. Pretty simple if you think about it. Science'll probably catch up in a few years."

Giles is fascinated. "This is extraordinary... might I ask... did you use Matarus' Rites of Fertility at all?"

Willow nods. "The very ones! Of course, that was just the beginning. It was a good four hours' work every single night that we tried to get pregnant. Luckily, it was kind of.... fun work... even when it didn't work." Tara blushes at the memory and looks down. Must have been some pretty hot girl-on-girl magic!

"I can't wait to tell Cassie!" Dawn exclaims, still bouncing with excitement. "So is it a boy or a girl? Do you know yet?"

"We don't know," says Willow, "We only just found out today that the spell finally worked."

"How did you determine that?" Giles asks, eagerly. "Did you use one of the Babylonian..."

Willow stops him with a hand on his arm. "I peed on a stick. Fifteen dollars at the drug store."

"I see... of course... very effective I'm sure..." says Giles, flustered.

"Anyway," says Tara, "We don't want to be told the sex. We'll find out at the moment nature reveals it, and not before."

"But we have names!" beams Willow.

Tara nods. "A boy name and a girl name. And Willow wants the baby to have my last name."

Willow kisses her. "Of course I do. If it's a boy..." she puts a hand on Xander's shoulder, "His name will be Alex. Alexander Rupert MacLay."

Xander hugs Willow, turning his moist eyes away from the group. Giles grins stupidly. "That would... indeed be... quite an honor... I must say."

"And hey," says Xander, "the kid can always just not tell people his middle name, if he doesn't want to get pummeled."

"And if it's a girl?" I ask.

Willow takes Buffy's hands. "Elizabeth Dawn. After my two favorite Summers girls!"

Dawn squeals and hugs them both. Tara joins in.

Everyone's all over Willow, sitting in a circle around her chair as Tara makes her comfortable with a pillow. I really don't think I've ever been this happy. Can that really be true every day? Can things just keep getting better like this?

But we're the Chosen, with people's lives to save, so we can't hang out here all night.

I gesture invitingly at the forgotten weapons chest. "So who's up for patrol? Creature? Red? Xander?"

Tara shakes her head and inches closer to Willow. "Willow's not allowed to patrol for a while."

Willow smiles. "Willow's not allowed out of Tara's sight. Tara is so strict all of a sudden! Not to mention hovering around every minute like I can't even walk by myself!" Tara blushes–but doesn't let go of Willow's arm. Red leans over to Buffy and whispers for all to hear. "And I love it!"

I turn to my little sister. "Dawn? Up for some slaying? Work up an appetite with me and B? The Chosen Two and a Half on the prowl?"

The Creature looks torn, but in the end, nobody wants to leave the magic mothers. Not even Giles. Everyone's still caught up in the excitement. I'd like to stay and join the fun too, but duty calls. And a few murderous wraiths as well.

"Oh well, B, looks like it's you and me tonight."

Outside the Magic Box, Buffy stops me. "You forgot to take off your rings."

I look at my hand. "Guess I did."

"Better leave 'em with Dawn. Can't throw punches wearing that many carats."

I start to slip them off, but somehow the idea really bothers me. Buffy wears hers all the time. I freeze with the diamond half off.

"Faith?"

I slide the ring back on, and turn it around backwards. Stone inside. Now I can fight.

Now I don't ever have to take it off.

 

---

 

We're patrolling side by side, scanning every corner of the dark alleyways in an unconscious rhythm we're already growing into. When I look left, she looks right. We're a team greater than the sum of its parts, and we don't plan to get careless.

But my mind is not all on the mission. Not even on the little witchlet due in nine months. There's something I need to bring up. She probably doesn't want me to, or she'd have said something herself before now. Or maybe it's all in my head, and there's nothing to be said. But either way, I know she won't lie to me. Time to put this question to rest.

"There's something I'm a little confused about, B."

"Why you keep grabbing my ass in public?"

Ah, one of life's simple pleasures. "It's the middle of the night. Grabbing is fair game."

"There you go again!" She shakes her head, disapproving... and flattered.

"Buffy... you know that little leather purse you never use? With the red stars?"

She looks at me for a moment without expression. "Sounds like you've been digging through everything I own. Never thought of you as much of a purse-toter, but if you need one, I have all kinds I never use anymore."

"Including one marked with red stars."

"Yeah," she answers, evenly, "I think I know the one you mean."

I stop walking and tilt my head thoughtfully. "Why do you suppose a Krakor demon was after it?"

Buffy stays silent, her face carefully blank.

"I mean, aside from being a fashion disaster, B... it was empty. Unless a leaky old pen counts as a talisman. What would make a demon expect a magic talisman in one of your old purses?"

Our eyes meet for a long moment. She shrugs.

I narrow my eyes at her. "I suppose someone told it there was a talisman in your closet. Even though there wasn't."

Another shrug, and maybe the tiniest sparkle in her eyes. "Demons do the damnedest things." I look at her for a long time, but she says nothing more.

I smile to myself. OK, B. I drop the subject and take my lover's hand.

We stride off together to face the darkness.

I almost feel sorry for it.

 

~ The End . . . ? ~

 

Is this the end? Yes and no, mostly yes. The Chosen Two are together to stay and right now I have no story ideas for their future. I WILL be posting more Faith/Buffy soon (In Your Dreams), but it's set after Season 3, no connection to CV. It will be a bit darker than CV–considering that it starts with Buffy believing Faith will die in her coma, making Buffy her murderer. There will be a sequel to CV, though. It will be about Willow and Tara and the new baby, and about Dawn and Cassie and Cassie's powers. Faith and Buffy will return in supporting roles, not as main characters. Drusilla-with-soul might put in an appearance. The sequel has no name yet, but it will open with the witches' wedding (which I've already written), and Cassie having a vision about the coming baby. I doubt the sequel will be as long as CV, but you never know! I don't know when I'll get around to writing this sequel–whenever inspiration strikes, I guess! It might not be right away. For now, the end of The Box is my priority. Thanks for following this story for so long! They'll keep coming.

If you enjoyed this story, try Dark Before Dawn. Dawn sets out to say goodbye to someone she loves–but who she knows never even existed!

I always appreciate feedback in my Guestbook, or by email. Reader responses will determine whether I publish more stories, and will help improve them! Thanks for reading! (If you'd like to be notified when I post new stories, let me know.)

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