NOTE: This chapter is rated FR15

Chapter Twelve

Disclaimer: Still not mine.
Note: My Etruscan is rubbish. Please ignore for the three of you who read fluent Etruscan :)

There was a slight pop, and then a rush of wind and then Willow was standing in the middle of their hotel room. Dawn shrieked and almost overbalanced in her chair. “You couldn’t knock?”

“Sorry, Dawnie,” Willow said as she leaned down to hug Dawn. “I got the ring and decided this needed some on the ground wicca-ing.”

“Apocalypse?” asked Dawn. She had been pretty sure Parker Booth wasn’t some precursor to the end of the world, but she’d been wrong before.

“No, or at least not yet,” was Willow’s reply. “Where’s Faith?”

“She’s out patrolling with the baby slayers, who really should be called something else: the newly called, post-Sunnydale slayers, the mob, anything. Wait, I’m getting off track, so what’s up with Parker Booth?”

“He’s going to grow up to be a Champion, if I’m right. His aura is amazing, and I think he’s meant to fulfill the Tyrrhenian Prophecies. I’m not translator girl, so I brought a copy of the prophecy for you to look over. It’s in Etruscan,” said Willow as she dug through her bag, “Ah, here it is.” She handed the xerox to Dawn.

“Ita clan nesnasval… This son of the one belonging to the dead, but still alive. I think that’d be the son of the vampire. Munis hinthial… who is endowed with a soul. Munis hinthial is Angel. Ipa alexia as calusu eisna… who was a gift from the Greater Powers. Alpnu les sval… shall willing give his life. Nac calusu eisna etnam trut heva etnam put… because of the Greater Powers and so shall save us all and fulfil the prophecy,” Dawn translate her way slowly down the fragment.

“This son of the Vampire with a soul, who was a gift from the Greater Powers, shall willingly give his life in the cause of the Greater Powers and so shall save us all and fulfill the prophecy. But why Parker? And wait, this means Parker is Angel’s son, right? So Seeley Booth is Angel?” asked Dawn.

“I can’t answer that for sure, but I think so. The ring showed me Parker’s aura. Enough to tell he was made, not born, made by the Powers. He was sort of a gift. I’m not sure if that makes him Angel’s son or Angel’s responsibility. But I think I know why. When I was looking for the Tyrrhenian Prophecies, I came across this. It’s only a copy of copy and a fragment at that, but it seems to imply that Angel will be rewarded with human life when he finishes his mission.”

Dawn looked at Willow in shock, “Angel is human?” Dawn’s mind roiled with the possibilities. If Angel was human, how would Buffy react?

“I think so, I think Angel is Seeley Booth, or rather that Seeley Booth is Angel’s reward,” said Willow.

Dawn stared at her for a moment, “Do you think he remembers us, I mean, his old life?”

“I don’t know. The prophecy doesn’t hint one way or the other,” explained Willow. “But if he does, why hasn’t he tried to get into contact with Buffy?”

“Would she tell us if he did?” Dawn muttered under her breath. “We should find out,” she said, back in her normal tone, “I mean we should find out what he remembers, if he really is Angel. Maybe he didn’t remember at first, or he was worried Buffy wouldn’t believe him or he was afraid for Parker.”

Willow frowned, “But what if he doesn’t? Angel was a monster for hundreds of years. What if not remembering, not having to live with those regrets is part of his reward?”

“We still have to find out,” said Dawn firmly.

“You’re right. If he doesn’t remember, we need to assign someone to watch out for him and Parker anyway. I think I should go, just in case the monk’s magic didn’t carry over through the re-humanizing,” said Willow, thinking out loud.

“We’ll head over to the Natural Science building in the morning. You can try and catch him in the parking lot. Faith will be back in a few hours, but we might as well catch some sleep while we wait,” said Dawn.

“Sounds good.”

***

“They saw me,” said Karina as she walked into the hotel room she was sharing with Connor.

“Booth?” he asked from his spot in the middle of the bad. He was surrounded by photographs and files, all pertaining to Seeley Booth if Karina had to guess.

“No, three girls. I’m pretty sure they were slayers. It’s a shame that slayer senses don’t work that way. Though, I guess that’s never been a problem before now,” said Karina, clearing a space next to him.

“Probably not. It’s interesting that the Council is out here, too. They must think Booth is Angel too. I wonder why?”