The spell had worked. Spike had found the demon, tossed its body through the portal, and they'd gotten Buffy back. Big success, cause for celebration.

( At the moment, Kennedy hardly cared. )

Long day. It had been a long day, filled with training (as usual) and more training and trying to get the girls up to speed on weapons work. This was where things started to get tricky: the Potentials came from such a wide range of previous experience, from girls like Molly and Vi who'd had a few years of it to ones like Caridad and Rona who hadn't ( Read more... )

So as it turned out, the chip that had been implanted in Spike's brain to keep him from hurting humans was gone. That had happened during the night Kennedy had spent trying to get to the bottom of Willow's non-Fandom-related gender-swapping problem, and explained some of why Buffy had been so worried about him that day. Also the collapsing, though ( Read more... )

So Buffy and Giles were having some kind of argument, Kennedy could tell that much. Something to do with Spike's chip, or possibly the principal of the high school who might or might not be evil. To tell the truth she was a bit too distracted to pick out the details. She had good reasons, though, right? Potentials to wrangle, Slay-training to do, ( Read more... )

As soon as the nausea-inducing head trip had begun, it ended. God, Kennedy hated teleportation, especially the unfamiliar kind, and oh, yeah, the against-her-will bit really sucked. She'd been tensing to tackle Amy to the ground when she got spirited away, and the initial moment of disorientation left her stumbling forward a step before she got her ( Read more... )

If she'd had time to worry about it, Kennedy might have resented the fact that she had no backup here, but the disastrous reaction to Willow's new look (including a lot of people freaking out about the First being back, until Buffy punched Willow-who-looked-like-Warren in the face and realized she'd actually made contact) had been interrupted by ( Read more... )

Just when Kennedy thought she could handle any minor evil the Hellmouth had to throw at them, it went and did things like drop a Frophla demon into the middle of last night's training patrol. So that had been fun. No, really, it had been fun-- just challenging, by which she meant she'd gotten tossed into a park bench. Also completely gross, ( Read more... )

It was a research day, since Giles had managed to scrounge up a few books from some contact of his; probably a shady one, if the way he stammered and fidgeted with his glasses upon being asked to explain was any indication. Well, Kennedy wasn't going to judge, since at this point a contact was a contact and she'd take whatever avenues they could ( Read more... )

Kennedy had never been into doing housework, and why should she when she'd grown up with an entire staff of people to do that? But with a houseful of teenage girls plus Scoobies and Andrew, it had only been inevitable that someone would ask her to take a turn at it eventually, and less inevitable (also surprising) that eventually she'd stop ( Read more... )

The sun still shone brightly in a clear sky in this town, impending apocalypse notwithstanding. The grass was still green, a bird still trilled a carefree melody in a nearby tree, a breeze still fluttered her collar lightly ( Read more... )