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[shy_witch]

I'm such a dork.

I've got the perfect way to track Buffy right here, living in our house.

Dawn!

When the monks built her, they made her just the same as Buffy. From Buffy. It's why Buffy's blood could close the portal that was opened when Doc cut Dawn

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[ozwolf]

I stand off in the corner, leaning against the wall with my hands shoved into my pockets, trying not to be in the way, and not noticed if possible. Still haven't had time to talk to Will at all. Got to say hi to Xander, which was nice, glad he's back. Feels more normal with him around. So...this is it then, for a while. If this works, Sunnydale gets Buffy back, and hopefully the others, then we can sort of...go back to L.A.. Not calling it home. It's not.

[shy_witch]

I feel the faint anxiety coming off of Oz. He must've looked at Willow. Poor guy. Every time, throb, like a tooth with a hole in it. It's actually romantic, in a very sad way.

I gently shoo Miss Kitty in the direction of Riley.

"Could you put her in one of the bedrooms, so she doesn't get underfoot, please? The spell's kinda sensitive, and if there's any major distractions, we could reach out to the wrong timeframe, and..."

I catch the looks from Fred and Faith, and blush, my stammer resurfacing.

"N-nuh-not like we're gonna bring back a Velociraptor instead of Buffy, though. Promise."

[ozwolf]

Not something that'd crossed my mind, but now I have to wonder. I know Willow's improved, but I was there for the time in her past where her spells were pretty much 50/50 on the success rate. Hope there's not a repeat of that type of thing. Not that I really think there will be, I've got faith in both Willow and Tara. But still.

[_faith_]

I sigh and cross my arms, waitin' to see what's gonna happen next. I hope this spell shit's all it's cracked up to be. Time to get people back where they belong, y'know?

[ozwolf]

I keep quiet, wishing there was some other way here of getting people back then bleeding a young girl. I'm not exactly sure what's up with all of this, so keeping quiet is the best idea. I look over at Faith, wondering how she's doing, and over to Fred, hoping for her sake that this got Wes back. Not to mention I miss people. Startin to feel the absense, even if I wasn't at A.I. that long.

[xman_harris]

*watches ritual*

So this is it. We're getting everyone back. Or we're gonna try, anyway.

Though, using Dawn's blood? Ick. And can we say, maybe not the best idea? 'Cause last time someone tried to use Dawn's blood, almost ended the world...

...nah. I trust Will and Tara to know their mojo.

Doesn't mean I actually have to watch the bloodletting, though...right?

*clears throat*

I'm, uhh, gonna be over here. Away from the bleeding...

[freckled_witch]

I smirk a little at Xand. I hadn't realized how much I missed him until I saw him again. He musta missed me too. I don't think my ribs have hurt so much before, from all the hugs he's given me. Havin' him back has helped, I'm back at my peek magic-wise, but emotionally? I don't know. But he's helped, just being here. Funny how he has that effect on me. Even now. An' right now I'm sorta hopin' Tara's idea works, we need Buffy back. I've never seen everyone so... antsy. Even Oz looks a little worried, and boy haven't I been avoiding him. We really should get to talkin' before he goes back to L.A.

I owe him that much.

I clear my mind and shift my focus to Tara and Dawn. I lock eyes with Tara.

Buffy, you're coming home. And so are Anya and Cordelia, obviously...

[_dawnie_]

Hurts a little. I try to keep my face blank as I let the blood drip into the bowl like Tara told me to. I just want this to be over. I want to hug Buffy. Heck, I might even hug Anya just out of sheer relief.

[shy_witch]

My mind is clear. My focus is on the blood in the bowl before me. The blood that Buffy and Dawn share.

I raise my hand slowly. It stops less than an inch from Willow's, close enough to feel the heat from her own hand.

Together, we chant:

Let the offering please you, Goddess of hearth and home. Let these humble supplicants entreat you to guide those who are lost to this, their home. Their hearts are here. Those who love them seek to be reunited.

A ripple of energy crackles across the bloodied surface of the bowl; the portal is beginning to take shape.

Once again, Dawn's blood is used to open a hole somewhere else. This time, as last time, it is used to try and bring someone home. Concentration is paramount to hold the focus to one point in time.

I nod to Faith and Oz as the portal begins to crackle open. They'll have to be quick.

[resurrected_b]

The sparkly stuff subsides, and the first people I see are Faith and Oz looking like they're ready to pound on me...or something behind me. I turn to join the fight, wincing when I put my weight on my injured leg, but I don't see anyone but Anya.

I glance back. Behind them are Willow and Tara, and Dawn, and others who'd been at the party. Kinda looks like we returned to the moment we left--maybe the bright light that zapped us put them on guard?

"So...did you save us any cake?" I ask, and look around again. "Uh, did we lose Cordy?"

[ace_jenkins]

"Yes, cake would be good. Calories are always welcome." I look round and only then register the looks we are being given. "I get the feeling cake isn;t an option," I say, turning to Buffy.

[ozwolf]

I arch an eyebrow at them. Well, no demon, and the girls want cake. Right. Typical day in Sunnydale. "Welcome back, ladies." I look around as well though. "...I don't see Cordy either."

[shy_witch]

"It worked!"

My eyes widen, almost a little surprised. I shouldn't be, though...with Willow at my side, I feel like I could accomplish anything.

[ozwolf]

I hang back again, thinking this isn't quite my territory. Buffy and Anya look like they've been through the mill, and Buffy's bleeding. I look her over. "You're hurt." I point out. "Need the first aid kit?" I'm worried about the distinct lack of Cordy. What if she's lost in time somewhere? If she was with these two, and now isn't, then that just sounds all around like Something Bad Happened. I don't show my worry though. Panic never helps.

[resurrected_b]

I wince as I pull my dress up above my knees to look at the stab again--some layers have stuck to the wound. It's bled quite a bit and soaked through the makeshift bandage, but it doesn't seem to be actively bleeding now. Go, slayer healing. "Uh...I'm kinda thinking maybe a shower and some clean clothes first. But yeah, then I probably oughta get some antibiotic stuff on that." I give Oz a slight smile. "Thanks."

[ozwolf]

I smile a little back and nod. "Good call. Welcome back, Buffy." I say, then straighten, going to get the first aid kit. I put it on the table in the living room, then head out the back door to sit on the porch. My mind's going a little fast at the moment. I need to have a little time.

[ace_jenkins]

"We're back," I say happily. "Adn we haven't brought nything bad back with us, so you can put the weapons down now." I cast my eye around the room at the usual array of over-preparedness. "And where's Cordelia? Or has she already gone to hog the bathroom - because I know I'm not leaving this house until I've had a shower and somebody's provided me with a change of clothes. there's no way I can be expected to walk down the street like this. Silk this dress may be, but it's all yucky and grimy now."