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Narrative Works of 'Dawn the Last Slayer'-  # 4
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"Isabel & Tess - Three Days in Sunnydale, Part 4 of 4"

  [Transcribed from the truly awful to-translate handwritten documents provided by
  'Dawn the Last Slayer' in her fall of 2001 and later from the "Buffy-is-Real"
  dimension (corresponds to summer and later in the "Buffy-is-TV"  dimension) -
  -Editor" Glory (Gloriana).
  - Dawn's original title for this work was "Designer Blood"

  Comment: There   have been provided several versions of what actually  happened
  at the portal tower 5/22/01, Apparently the  portal-driven  mergings caused some
  confusion  in the initial months that were later sorted out as new  information was
  uncovered and incorporated into  "Dawn the Last Slayer's" narratives.
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Narrative Works of 'Dawn the Last Slayer'-  # 4
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- Previous Narrative Work: "Dawn -  Three Days in Roswell" # 3
- Next Narrative Work: "Isabel & Tess - Blood Road"-  # 5
- Primary Focus: Isabel & Tess
                            Spike & Buffy-Anne (the girl once trapped in the Buffy-Bot)
                            Buffy &  Glory
                            Dawn
                            Lonnie/Vilandra,
                            'The Other Dimension' Isabel/Vilandra/Lonnie, Maria, Liz
                            Clare/Glory, Curupira, Pat
                            Holly (the 'woman on the tower'), Ben
- Primary Locations: Isabel's car
                                   Lonnie's stolen car
                                   streets of Sunnydale
                                   cemetery
                                   Spike's lair
                                   hotel in Sunnydale
                                   Holly's Villa
                                   Glory/Clare's apartment
                                   Dawn/Curupira's apartment
                                   Park behind Glory/Clare's luxury apartment building
                                                                             (i.e., 'Sigma Gamma' house)
                                   Summers' home
                                   Roswell
- Initial Date/Time: Fall 2001  ('Buffy-is-real' dimension time)

[Source:  "Three Days in Sunnydale, Parts 1,2,3,4 " are transcribed
                   from copies of  pp. 534-610 of DTLS Notebook-D
                   &  pp. 966-981 of DTLS Notebook -F.]
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[...Continued from Part 3...]
..
"Whatcha been doing down there, Buffy?" Glory called out to her as she closed the door to the
basement and turned toward the stairs. Glory was at the top of the stairs.
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"Nice color in those rosy cheeks, sugar," Buffy almost ran up the stairs and hugged her as she
stood a couple of steps below Glory. "Learn anything, or was it just another god-banging session?"

"He's good. I dare not use magic on him," she sat down and put both her legs beside Buffy, who
turned and sat on the first step below so that she was semi-spooned with Glory. "There're more
layers of magic spells on him than there are on anyone but a god."

"Outside are even some new very clever ones put on by that really precocious Clare, some by
Curupira, some by Tess, and under them, the original ones by my fecund 'sister' Glory herself.
But her spells are hiding still deeper ones that I can't get to without triggering all sorts of magic
alarms and unintended consequences."

Buffy snuggled against Glory's breasts. "So tell me everything about your little bouncing visit.
Have fun?"
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Glory kissed the top of Buffy's head. "It's really different each time. Like you always said.
It's like, well, there quickly, with little buildup, then the rising sensations, really good, then
falling away and wanting more. Not like with us. We did it ...three times. I also did a naughty
thing for the first time.," she whispered into Buffy's left ear.

Buffy laughed. "Really? I thought you weren't going to..."

"That little blond green girl has zero inhibitions. I found out overhearing her and Clare talking
the other day. I guess I got caught up in the moment...more than once..." Glory played with
Buffy's hair very nervously, her lips quivering slightly. Only Buffy's approval of her could make her
less nervous.

"I want you to be aware of both sides of the road, like I was before you," Buffy looked up at her.
Her gray eyes reminded her of Tess' eyes. "Tell me everything. Every detail," she leaned back
into Glory and closed her eyes. Forgetting the fight in the basement for awhile.

This was why she'd sold out everyone before. Not knowing why then.
Now Glory was her happiness.
...
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Glory began speaking softly...

It was, as someone once said, only a matter of time.
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Glory leaned back on the pillow, carefully pulling the sheet up above her breasts.
"What're you looking at?" she turned to him. "So I'm a little prim around you still..."

"You're been coming here for these 'talks' since the first weeks you were back, months ago.
Yet you're still shy?"

"It's the talking I come for," she lied openly and watched him recognizing it as such. They'd
known each other too long. It was a game she played. "The rest is, well, relaxing... and
different from Buffy and me. You already knew that. I love Buffy."

"She freed me to grow up and be more tolerant of humans. I'll always love her," Glory
was looking up at the ceiling from the very bed in which she'd slept until the portal time,
when this was her apartment.

Maybe that's why she felt so at ease here, even as a visitor.

"I'll do anything for Buffy. Including the time that you and I spend together," Glory turned to
face him on the pillows, her reddish hair spilling across her face as she did so.

He didn't laugh. The fact that Buffy was the instigator of Glory's visits was old news. Glory just
had to keep reminding him, or herself maybe.

He never made light of her peculiar, often bizarre, viewpoints. She really did come for the
talks and the undivided careful attention he gave her. All the rest was simply Glory, with
Buffy's urgings, trying to understand the human viewpoint, so she said.

It was part of the truth, anyway.

Being with the now quite demanding pregnant Glory/Clare all the time, he was well-suited to
anticipate and respond to this more volatile Glory's emotional and physical wishes. He'd never
talked to Buffy about why she had started these, now regular, visitations, but Glory obviously
enjoyed all aspects of it and went back to discuss every detail with Buffy.

They just looked at one another, maybe half a foot apart on the pillows. Both had the gray eyes
so common in the supergirls and the two, now three gods, he knew intimately. Another clue as
to what was really going on? He was sure it was, but why, he had no idea.

He didn't touch her. Instead they talked about the girls downstairs.

Glory liked that. Her smile was a reward in itself.

She was mesmerized by all aspects of the pregnancy of her dimensional 'sister'.

Curiously, Glory didn't like to be touched much afterward.  It was almost as if she'd done her part
for the main course and it was now up to him to provide dessert while she watched and listened.

But she was extremely physical before and during, often breaking some of his bones so they
had to pause for the two seconds it took for them to pop back  into place and heal. Since his
Glory had done the initial immortality bestowal his healing response time was about the
same as Clare's.

At least Clare's original response time, he'd said aloud.

Glory listened raptly, eyes half-closed, as she often did while absorbing information or thinking.
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Since the Roswell trip, Clare was growing by leaps and bounds into some flavor of godhood no one
had anticipated. Her crucial magical participation in the bestowal and battle with the Isabel girl in
Roswell had removed any limits to her growth that had remained from the magical powers birth
precautions Glory had been prerparing her for - to avoid being sucked into the baby with no way
to speak or morph out. The Ben scenario all over again.

   [ED- For details on just what Clare did to help Glory defeat the bestowed Isabel, see
           "Three Days in Roswell, Part 3 of 4 ". A quote from that work provides some understanding of how this
               event started a whole chain of unintended consequences that were crucial to almost everyone's
               greater destinies:

                    They couldn't know how close she'd come to defeat.

                    Only Clare's intensive magic training to forestall Glory's fear of unplanned events during the
                    upcoming birth had saved her. They would have had to call on the other Glory to resurrect her.
                    It might have been touch and go for Clare's mind and the baby's survival, though.

                    It would have been the end of her Plan-B, a new god-girl body. Glory might have been trapped
                    forever in Clare's immortal body, with Clare vanished, along with the baby.

                   That was why Clare had fought so hard as Glory and Isabel had been physically pummeling
                   one another. She thought up both the energy enhanced punches and a way to do the wall/ceiling
                   running. Clare was a fighter and not a victim.

                  "Think Matrix," she'd said cryptically. Glory had no idea what she was talking about from inside
                   her mind.

                  "Just run at the wall, I'll do the rest!" Clare assured her. ]

That appeared to be no concern now. Clare was already beyond the rest of the supergirls in magic,
including her own bestower, Glory herself.

Not only had the baby girl the body of a god, Clare's was already almost converted, cell by cell, as Glory
had done with the baby from conception. Glory was convinced that it was the baby doing this as a gift
to her other mother, Clare,  for making her life as the future form of the fully empowered Glory possible.

Clare's change of attitude toward her own destiny, since Roswell, was remarkable.

She was now realizing that she, like both Glorys, had no pre-ordained limits. It was heady stuff for someone
trapped into volunteering to be the host in place of her lost sister, Callie, that night in the warehouse
near the tower.

[Ed- Clare gives her version of the events leading up to the failure at the tower warehouse and the
        sudden decision to go to Plan-B, the host pregnancy of her sister, Callie in "Dawn the Last Slayer
        Part 2 of 3". Clare was trapped into being a substitute in exchange for the immortality and as the
        only way to  find her merge-disappeared sister.  Some of the things she tells Dawn are, we now know,
        not full truths, being her limited view  at the time of the bizarre events unfolding in her now upside down
        life.
                One of her then views on things is this quote from that work (the 'stupid little girl ' is Curupira/Tess):

                "Yeah, stupid little girl," Clare was angry now and tired of being held in the air. "I lost my little sister
                 to you lunatics. The only reason I was there was to see she wasn't hurt. Now you've lost her and
                 the only way to find her was to take her place and continue this "Twilight Zone", " X-Files"
                 nightmare on my own." ]

Wherever her sister had wound up from the portal opening fiasco, there'd be hell to pay when Clare came
a'calling after the birth. Even now, she was learning all sorts of esoteric magic skills and inventing her own.
She'd worked some with this Glory, who was a real fighter and a past mass killer, like Buffy, Dawn and
Curupira were.

Unlike the pregnant Glory, who was never a wanton killer, nor even a brain-sucker.

What Clare's physical attributes would be was anyone's guess, but already she was at Curupira's level
of invulnerability which was similar to that of her morphing 'my other sister' Glory as she'd suddenly
started calling her with obvious affection.

"I like Clare," Glory murmured. "She's stubborn and a real fighter, just like me."

She was silent for a long time, almost as if she wanted to say something, but was reluctant. Rare for
her brash self, he thought.

"Okay," he said carefully, watching her half-lidded eyes for reactions he knew the other Glory and Clare
shared with her, reactions that he'd picked up on. "What's bugging you? Is it the Roswell thing you and
Buffy got involved in?"

   [Ed- This 'Roswell thing' first became an issue in "Three Days in Roswell, Part 3 of 4 ".

"The girls downstairs, and Dawn, told me a lot. Making immortals and running into an alien hybrid girl
that nearly killed Tess while copying her powers..."

"Did they tell you everything?" Glory broke her own rule and touched him for a second on the face with the
black-nailed fingers of her left hand, opening the sheet that had been covering her breasts.

Somewhat surprised at her touch, he replied," Pretty much. We have our own intimate interludes, though the
girls are pretty big now and there's only a few ways left without them getting concerned for the baby. Both are
pretty demanding these days - about almost everything."

"Mothers-to-be always rule,"  he said knowingly. "Especially these two. They're thicker than thieves now that
Clare's become a god herself. It wasn't always that way," he recalled. "Clare was a sarcastic mess earlier on."

"It'll probably get more problematic as they get even more huge in the last few months," he was
philosophical about it now, but not without concern. "Having to understand one pregnant girl through the last
trimester's tough for all but a few insightful males, having to do so for a morphing pair of pregnant gods is
going to require a saint."

"Yeah," Glory sighed. "They look like little hippos now though," she laughed her cute laugh.

"Don't say that in front of them," he cautioned her.

Glory liked the way he protected them, even with her. He seemed quite comfortable with their morphing
and talked as if both were always present, though only one was physically present at a time. She remembered
her own years in Ben's body before she could morph out at all. She almost envied Glory and Clare's consensual
and unlimited morphing.

It amazed her nearly as much as their impossible shared pregnancy.

"What do you think they talk about when we're up here?" Glory always asked this question. And he always
answered it with a variation on a theme.
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"They promise that they don't use powers to listen in. But they do hear you. You aren't that quiet, you know."

"Then they hear the bath being run afterward. The two girls don't care. The baby's their priority. Curupira's only
curious. She knows that I love her and she's pretty deferential toward gods. Her demon instincts. She's not of
this culture, not even human, and has no real understanding of why she should even be concerned."

Glory lay back again and looked at the textured ceiling. Did she really talk that much and that loudly while they
were in their passionate time, before their talking time? Why could she never remember?

"Hmm." she asked, "Why was it different this time... times? Everything felt a little different."

"Don't over analyze the emotions and sensations. There's always some difference. Your mood. Your frame of
mind. But you were tense. More than I've felt since the first time, when you were a virgin. Possibly the oldest
virgin in all of time, " he smiled at her.

Glory blinked and blushed slightly.

The only virgin she knew today almost as god-old as she had been happened to be the ancient Key herself,
Dawn. And it looked like that was going to be resolved after the trip to Roswell. Maybe she'd mellow out some
afterward. Glory wondered how isolated and hard she'd be to deal with if Buffy hadn't insisted that she
begin the visits back then.

Those were memories that neither would ever forget.

They were part of the curiously intimate bond between them. Rare for Glory. Her only other real bonding,
excepting Buffy, was with the pregnant pair below.

Her relationship with Dawn was always strained, as it was with Curupira, Dawn's resolute and blindly
devoted follower. The little green girl viewed her with great suspicion, in spite of her outward respect
toward her as a god. Glory already knew that the little demon would respond viciously and without
hesitation for Dawn against anyone threatening the Last Slayer girl.

The rest Glory almost ignored.

He continued.

"You're still a bit distant. I don't think it's just about the Roswell immortality bestowals thing, is it?"
He held out one hand and lightly touched her wrist to take her pulse. She let him. It was about 15,
normal god pulse.

He kept the light grip on her wrist.

As if she couldn't control her own pulse, she smiled. Still it was caring of him.

As long as he limited the touching afterward, she'd talk openly about anything. That was one secret
to their relationship. Even with Buffy she was not wholly open, not wanting to hurt her or affect their
lyrical life together. Since Buffy was not a really open person either, they needed another way.

The post-visit discussions with Buffy seemed to satisify both's need for bringing up issues. It was like
they were talking about something that was brought up by a third party.

It was indirect, but it worked.

"Are you going to tell me or are we going to play the game of questions, with me holding the truth detector?"
he almost scolded her. Only he and Buffy could get away with it.

Glory liked this game. They'd played it before.

She really didn't control her pulse during the game because that was part of the game. Almost by accident,
they'd found a way to get her inner thoughts out in the open via the game. She'd tried it with Buffy, but it
led very quickly to more than questions and more than touching.They quickly forgot the reason for the
game - and the game.

She opened her eyes wide  and sat up as he started the game. They looked at one another.
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She opened her eyes wide and sat up  as he started the game.
...She didn't realize that it was her eyes and pupils
that he got the most information from about
her answers, not just her pulse rate.

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She didn't realize that it was her eyes and pupils that he got the most information from about her
answers, not just her pulse rate. Though his senses were magic-enhanced by the girls to where he could
tell if she was trying to control it.

"Glory, Ms. Glorificus Hall," he began in a formal voice. She giggled.

"Glory," he repeated. "Is it something that happened in Sunnydale?"

"No," she leaned closer so they were almost face to face. A faint shadow fell across his face from the
lamp behind her on the table as she did so. Her natural god fragrance, a distinct flowery one that reminded
him of honeysuckle and roses, mingled with the expensive perfume she'd probably misted and walked
through before teleporting here.

"In Roswell?"
"Yes."
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"To You?"
"No."

"To...Glory?"
"Yes."

"After the fight with the hybrid alien...Isabel?"
"Yes."

"Something that was said?"
"Yes."

"By one of the girls?"
"Yes."

"Was it her real name?"
"No."

"Her siblings?"
Glory stared at him in amazement. "How the fricking hell did you get there so fast!"

"The girls tell me everything, like you do Buffy," he stated matter-of-factly. "Everything." It was
part of the secret of maintaining a real relationship with the surrounding feminine posse he
lived in, Glory here included.

Listen and listen again. Then listen more and respond. Never ignore their desire to talk.

"You're afraid that you've been mindwarped so long ago that you don't recognize it. Sort of like
Dawn and the rest's fake memories of 14 years of reality that never happened? Right?. You
wonder how simple monks could do that, and who could possibly do it to both of you?

"Yeah," she frowned. "Maybe when I was dropped into Ben's baby body. Maybe nothing about my
memories is real, But Buffy and I were on my world...my paintings on the ceiling..." Her pulse
jumped to 18 under his fingers.
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"Ask me the name of my siblings, like the Roswell boy did to her. They said she responded. 'My
name is Glorificus. You can call me Glory.' And didn't remember it. Like my old morphing forget-me
aphasia spell."
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"What if I am too? That means I could be defeated and not know it. Someone more powerful may exist
and I could be just another pawn in a game I didn't know I was in," she suddenly grabbed him with her
free hand and pulled him even closer, so that they were nose to nose, eye to eye.

"If you can help me, if you can do anything. Tell me." Glory was speaking rapidly, her pulse was way on
up to near 20. She was really worried.

"You could bestow on me or punch those lovely fingers through to my brain and see if I do know
something," he reminded her. For almost a minute they were like this as Glory seemed to be
contemplating the gambit he offered.

Then she responded with a quick, intimate kiss and pulled back, smiling wanly. "Never an option,"
she collapsed back onto her pillow with a sigh. "But you do know something," she stated, "And yet
you don't know it. You've been mindwarped long ago to not be able to speak it."

He hadn't thought about it that way.
Glory saw the realization of this on his face.
It might be true.

"Maybe," he agreed, "but mostly from putting together pieces to a puzzle. What I can say is there's a
woman, maybe a god, maybe not. I do think I can help you, but I won't ask you the question you want
me to. Just think it and then think of the answer. Remember that it won't be the real answer nor will it
be the answer you'd give if someone actually asked you. OK?"

Glory nodded 'yes' on her pillow, still looking up at him sitting beside her.

She thought of their names and focused on their faces. A "brother" and  a "sister". They'd built her bit
by bit across endless years until she was a perfect little girl, never a baby. Gods weren't born, they
were made. So how could she have siblings?

   [Ed- See "Dawn the last Slayer, Part 1 of 3"  for more on this topic.]

"Now," he said almost hypnotically, it seemed to her, maybe simple magic so non-threatening that it didn't
trigger her powerful magical defenses. "Now, cast this spell on yourself, 'If I'm ever asked or want to speak
out loud the names of my siblings, without knowing or remembering why I'lll uncloak completely for a
count of at three, then recloak. I'ill remember what I said.'"

Glory coupled the concept into her array of repeating defense spells and wards, though sensing inward,
not outward.

She finally said, "Done. But uncloak myself. Why? That could affect, even hurt, those around me, disorient
them...it's a signal that I exist and I'm a powerful god...Oh! I see!" she exclaimed.
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She sat up again, the sheet falling from her once more. "Is there anything else you can tell me. Even a
hint?"  She knew she was hard to resist this way. Another form of passive magic, she thought.

"Destiny. Your destiny is something I cannot conceive of, I've got some very limited power of my own,
enhanced by the immortality and the various magics they've put on me. As much a bestowed male can have,
I suppose. I just sense that you're more than even you can imagine. But you must never accept limits,
no matter the source, on your growth in power."
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"Use those around you to find a way to take the next step. The fool near you may know the key to  that
step. It's possible that you could have no limitations Nothing may be beyond you, given time and
circumstances." he shrugged. "I'll stand by that and you as long as you want me to. Remember
me for saying this."

Glory mused over all this. Then she reached down and retrieved her dress from the floor, pulling it on
only down to her waist.

Normally she would put her dress on with nothing underneath to get to the waiting bath, much to his
amusement. This time she needed her legs free for what she was about to do. If she was to remember
his words, he'd damn sure remember her next actions.

So thinking, she suddenly stood up on the bed, spread her legs and arms into an "X" for exclamation, smiled
broadly and transitioned into a legs together and arms up, then wide, to form the "Y" in Glory. "She almost
sang out the cheer, "I promise, I promise,  I'll never accept any limits on my self."
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So she suddenly stood up on the bed, spread her legs and arms
into an "X" for exclamation, smiled broadly and transitioned
into a legs together and arms up, then wide to form the "Y"
in Glory. Then she did what she'd  never done before.
She uncloaked for a human heartbeat.

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Then she did what she'd  never done before. She uncloaked for a human heartbeat.

The effect was purely local.

She carefully confined it to the immediate vicinity, a half-mile or so,  of the apartment building,
by the short duration and knowing her own current power. The look on his face as he reacted
initially told her that he'd have no problems remembering this, for two reasons.

Glory held the 'Y" position for a long time, arching her back and looking at the ceiling, thinking.

She was not surprised that he was not driven to his knees. He was already sitting on the bed
with his legs almost in a lotus position. What surprised her was that he seemed unaffected.

This was almost as good as her own truth detector.
Somewhere there was a god greater than she was.

This god, surely 'the woman' he'd suggested, was the origin of the protective spells and wards
underneath the older ones her 'sister' Glory had placed there after her bestowal. Feeling a
mixture of triumph and excitement at the outing of this truth, she also recalled that he'd
put the idea of uncloaking into her mind. Deliberately? Maybe so.

Clever.

This also meant that her pregnant 'sister' was in this up to her toothy smile. Probably because
of the baby being her only get out of jail card left. Couldn't blame her, Glory thought. I'd
do the same if I was the weak one that failed at the tower.
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Still...
...

Down on the floor below, Curupira had fallen to her knees in forced adoration as the awesome
god glamour hit her like a tidal wave!

She dropped the icy wash cloth she'd been using to bathe Clare's tummy with so Glory
could try morphing in without magic and still not be nauseous. Ben had told her that
she should stop using magic to shield herself from the effects that Clare had long since
left behind in the first trimester.

The end result was that Glory was now paying the piper for her earlier magic.

She was morphing in when the glamour wave hit Curupira. Unaffected herself, she reached
out, captured the green girl's hands and pulled her back up and across her protectively.

Inside, Clare tried and failed to raise a barrier.

She heard Glory saying something about there being no known defense against a god
uncloaking. It was all spectrum, whatever that meant,  and all penetrating. A primal force
that could not be resisted by any but a greater god.

In fact, Glory was surprised that she herself wasn't on her knees, considering the astonishing
power of the  upstairs Glory's glamour at this short distance.

She remembered when she'd had that level of power.

"Maybe," Clare ventured from her vantage point morphed out, "The three of us all together in
one form are more powerful than Glory herself."

"Good theory," Glory hugged the dazed Curupira close to her and kissed her flushed cheek
until she began to recover. "It's over, Sweetie." Curupira stayed in her arms like a little girl
with her mother for a long while after that. Being a demon, she was particularly sensitive to
god glamour.

Apparently her near-god status was no surety against Buffy's Glory's glamour.
...

On the next floor down, there was no effect perceptible to the two teen girls still in the
early portion of their tantric bestowal kiss and romantic sexual fantasy about Dawn and Kyle.

Dawn's latent Key powers were more than sufficient to unconsciously mitigate the glamour
into Buffy-Anne's virtual reality to simply a summer thunderstorm that stranded her and
Kyle in a flower-draped gazebo in the park.

Buffy-Anne, sharing the exquisitely detailed experience with Dawn, sighed with satisifaction as
Dawn snuggled up to Kyle for warmth from the sudden cold rain's effect.
...

"I'm getting quesy again," Glory announced ominously.

Clare instantly morphed in and kissed Curupira's forehead. "Time to get up, honey," she said
softly. The green girl shook her head and buried her face in Clare's long, sometimes coppery
blonde hair.

Curupira had been more distant after her Roswell discovery that Clare and Glory had been
hiding the secret of Pat really being Patricia in Patrick's body. She and Dawn had not
known until Curupira's aborted bestowal attempt on Kyle.

  [Ed- This mystery, so surprising to the little demon Curupira in "Three Days in Roswell, Part 2", was
           speculated by Kyle to be a piece of the bigger puzzle about the Key, the 'woman on the tower'
           from "Dawn the Last Slayer, Part 1", and maybe even both Glory's odd imprisonment in Ben's
           bodies.  It also was the genesis of the 'Roswell thing'  about both Glorys' s siblings.

                    The pertinent quote from the Roswell work is:

                       "Transmigration?" Kyle asked. "Tell us who he was the last time and how he
                         got to be Patrick."

                       Looking relieved at his suggestion," Clare began the story. "Pat is really Patrick.
                       He was born to Patricia in the early 1970's. She was dying of an inoperable
                       condition, but was also pregnant. When the baby was born, she somehow
                       slipped her consciousness into it."

                      "Because she was an adult she took over the male mind and made it hers."

                      Clare added, "He's sort of a guy with a girl mind, but he really likes being a
                      guy because he loves you, Curupira. It also allowed him to directly help Glory
                      out with the alternate plan." She patted her pregnant tummy.

                      "My God, almost like Glory, both Glorys, and what's intended for the god-girl you're
                       carrying," Dawn marveled. "Why would that be a secret?  We've been pretty open
                       about yours with everyone."

                      Kyle wasn't convinced. "That's not transmigration, it sounds more like a trial run for
                      the real thing," he stunned the girls with the statement.

                     Glory morphed back in. "Meaning what?" she looked at Kyle with new interest.

                    "This sounds like some sort of experiment by someone with your type of powers," he
                    struggled to link the concept to their magic world-view. It wasn't easy.

                   "The question is, who?"

                   "My idiot siblings!" Glory deduced. "They were were already planning to imprison me
                    in Ben as a baby. Why, oh why,  didn't I find out someway?"

                   "What are your 'siblings' names?" Kyle made a profound leap beyond logic. Why was
                    he seeing more to this than the girls? It was like they...now he'd know for sure!
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                   "Uh," Glory almost stuttered," I...don't remember. My name is Glorificus, you can call
                    me Glory." she smiled. "Okay."

                   The three on the floor looked at her. She looked back. "What?"

                   Dawn told her what she had said. "No I told you the names of..."

                   "No," you told us your name." Kyle said. "Glory, you've been mindwarped by an expert!
                    I should know. And, ask yourself, and the other Glory, why you couldn't take over this
                    Ben's baby mind like Pat did?"

Clare wondered if the two of them, being so close, had taken this up with him or had tried to
find out how to contact the mysterious non-interfering other god, Holly, whom Clare was aware
that Glory and Ben had worked with in their dimension before the portal event.

She also knew that Glory (and herself, of course) had been contacted by Ben after their trip
stating that Holly had been in Sunnydale for some time and inviting them to dinner. 'They'
being Curupira/Tess, Dawn and Pat.  Maybe this Holly was finally going to tell them all
what was really going on...

 ...Clare's speculation was interrupted by Curupira's voice.

"What happened?" she asked.

Clare explained it to her and she slowly stood up, morphing into Tess to see if she was affected less.
That was the case. "That was really scary," Tess reached down and picked up the washcloth, put it
into the pan of ice and water, then began bathing Clare's tummy again like Curupira had been doing.

Calm as she could be.

Clare wondered about the little hybrid alien girl once again.
They knew next to nothing about her, really.

Until the Isabel incident and Glory's bestowal on her in Roswell after the teleport in, she'd just
assumed that Tess being merged with Curupira conferred all of Curupira's powers onto her also.

Apparently not.

Glory had remedied that by bestowing on Tess only and Tess seemed changed. More pensive.

She had been hopelessly in love with Glory here, but now had expanded her crush to the Glory
upstairs and then to Clare herself, much to Clare's surprise. She would stare at Clare for long
minutes and come over only to snuggle with her.

It was hard to resist her and Clare didn't even try. She was like a little girl needing comfort.

It was obvious that she really wanted to be with Glory and was fixating on Clare as an accessible
substitute, since Glory was morphed out so much due to her inexplicable susceptibility to
nausea and other issues when morphed in these days.

"Must've been one hell of a party up there," Clare said finally, enjoying the cold washcloth on her tummy.
Tess looked dreamily up the stairs. "Want to play Euchre?" Clare asked. She'd been somewhat
successful in getting the girls interested in the card game she had played at home long ago.

Between them, if they morphed, they could get 4 participants. It required some planning to keep the
two hands' cards separate for each physical person. Tess had been a quick study, having military base
poker, gin rummy and hearts experience, among others.
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Glory had picked up several card games from somewhere, probably from Ben's long nights as an
intern, since their relationship had been cooperative, not adversial like the other Ben and Glory.

Curupira had been the hardest.

The whole concept of suits and trumps and same color suits had been lost on her until Clare
explained it as being somewhat like morphing. Still, being her partner was a recipe for being
euchered, since she almost always elected to declare a trump suit or go it alone when the
opportunity was offered, regardless of her hand.

Clare typically had to be her partner against Glory and Tess. These days they usually played
on her and Glory's conveniently ample tummy. It allowed her and Glory to lie down and still play.

Tess declined, since she was still elsewhere in her mind, probably upstairs with Glory.

  [Ed- Later, when the Sukkhal Twins, Clare and Callie,  arrived, this Clare would finally have her
          real 4-girl Euchre sessions, adding Tess.  The Twins had similar dimensional childhood
          backgrounds as Clare. Ignoring that they were the latest, and as it turned out, the last,
          of the legendary god-killer line that had killed or driven off earth all the high-tech
          ancient 'gods', from the Anunnaki and the Olympian ones, to the most obscure ones.]

Annoyed, Clare gestured and retrieved the last Tom Stoppard  play she'd been reading
into her hands with simple magic. Convenient. "'Arcadia', what page?", she said aloud. Maybe she
could be a director or something someday. Only as a hobby, of course. She found the page she'd
stopped at.

Tess was still methodically washing, wringing out and rewashing Clare's belly with the ice water as
she read. Since Glory and Curupira had no navels, she seemed to be fascinated by Clare's partially
innie and partially outie navel. Lettiing the water fill it and watch it run out before she caught it with
the washcloth.

   Ed- The no-navel novelty for the three was explored initially in "Dawn the Last Slayer, Part 3". The fact that
           Curupira is nominally a demon is belied by her having no navel. This is traditionally a sign of a god.
           Perhaps that helps to explain her ability to bestow immortality and/or  full near-god superpowers on
           others. And they in turn. Even with navels. Without Curupira there would be no 'Dawn the Last Slayer'
           or any of the other non-Glory-bestowed supergirls.

Clare found the sensations pleasant and soothing.

"Didn't you say that there's some Byron stuff in there?" Tess asked.

"So it says," Clare looked past the thin green on white trade paperback at Tess. "Why?" She'd
never heard Tess talk much about her pre-Roswell life before.

Maybe she would today.

"Oh, I read a lot of Romantic poetry when I was in high school before Roswell. I was pretty lonely
at those isolated military bases where Nasedo worked. Also Shakespeare." she wrung out the
washcloth and rewet it.

"You know," Tess began, "that the Stratford 'Shakespear' was really an illiterate merchant and
part-time actor, but that the real Shakespeare was Edward de Vere, the 17th Earl of Oxford?"
she paused and looked at Clare to see her reaction.

Clare tried to look interested.

"He was the Lord Chamberlin of England under Elizabeth the First. He set up and ran a troupe
of players, the Lord Chamberlin's Men, writing what we call 'Shakespeare's works' for the players.
They were later released at several times for publication under the pseudonym of 'William
Shakespeare'."
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Clare thought that Tess sounded like she was repeating something she'd memorized.

Tess started rubbing the washcloth on Clare's tummy again.

Clare had heard some of this before. "What about the biographies of Shakespeare, can they
all be wrong?" May as well see what was important to the troubled girl.

Like her mother would.

Oh, she had no mother!

Clare got slightly teared up at this and became much more attentive.

Tess didn't falter. "Read them, then read the books by  Ogburn and Clark and other earlier
researchers... Decide for yourself. Curupira and I earlier found that they exist in both
remaining similar dimensions also, but are more readily available in our current one. Not that she
cares at all," Tess added.

"Lots of great actors, writers Like Mark Twain and other professionals, have done this and noted
that there's zero relevant biographical data in reality for the uneducated, untraveled Stratford man.
But tons for Oxford, who got his first college degree at 14 and traveled to Italy and the continent,
the basis for many of the plays. He spoke at least 5 languages, and wrote in Greek and Latin also."

Tess was waving the washcloth around as she spoke, looking at Clare's belly instead of Clare.

'His whole life in the Royal court is bursting out of the plays and poems for anyone with a brain."
Tess was getting more wordy than Clare had ever heard her before.

"Find anything about Stratford that reflects that lifestyle. How could an unschooled country bumpkin
glover and grain dealer from Stratford possibly write knowingly about the inner life of royalty,
displaying  unavailable-to-him university education and  terminology, plus insider royalty knowledge?"
she was speaking quietly, but obviously sincerely.

"Why would they lie about the Stratford guy?" Clare had put her book down. Drawing Tess out seemed
more important.

Hell, she might even be right.

"It's been holy writ for so long they're incapable of seeing the holes in their own thinking. Centuries of
careers and many prominent institutions would be ashes if this were admitted. Books would have to be
trashed and rewritten. Reputations would be destroyed."

Tess wrung out the patterned kitchen washcloth again.

"Like Byron's last, very personal, works being burned by his publisher, almost all of de Vere's personal
writings were systematically destroyed by a powerful government official, Elizabeth's advisor for 40 years,
who was also his father-in-law, Lord Burghley ... I think... to avoid any potential for scandals against the
royal court."

Tess was sensitive to unwarranted losses of any sort, it appeared to Clare.

"He may have even fathered a child by the somewhat older Elizabeth, the Virgin Queen, in the early
years of her reign," Tess smiled at the title, remembering her own virgin retort on entering the
Crashdown just a few days ago.

"But all this is something for me and Dawn to pore over," Tess was almost apologetic for her
actions.
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"Dawn become interested when she and I, and Curupira of course, went to England on
the first Knights of Byzantium hunting expedition last summer. We made a couple of side trips
to the still occupied de Vere family castle and some other places. There are Oxford societies,
websites and periodicals, too, in both dimensions."

     [Ed- Our search turned up these sites   http://www.shakespeare-oxford.com:80/
                                                                      http://www.shakespearefellowship.org/links.html
                                                                      http://the-tech.mit.edu/Shakespeare/works.html
                                                                      http://socrates.berkeley.edu/~ahnelson/authorsh.html
                                                                      http://www3.telus.net/oxford/
                                                                      http://www.users.cloud9.net/~rbrazil/book.html  ]

Tess resumed washing Clare's tummy and was silent again.

Clare reminded herself to talk to Dawn and track down the books. She opened "Arcadia" again.

Inside her Glory was talking.

"You need to do something about Tess. I can't stay out much anymore and we don't know what I'll be
able to do after the last big pre-birth god-power dump into Gloriana."

Clare was disturbed. She replied  the same way, "But she already comes to me for hugs and
cuddling. Surely..."

"Actually, we never did much more than experiment beyond those a bit earlier. They're pretty much all
it takes to satisify her now. Uh...unless you want to kiss her a lot." Clare could almost see Glory's smile.
She knew how shy Clare could be about new things and new people.

"I'll think about it. You do remind me of my sister Callie now. She was always ready to try most new
things," Clare responded inwardly.

Clare put down the book.

Maybe there was something she could do. "Tess, honey, come here and give me a hug." Tess
needed no more urging. She dropped the washcloth, dried Clare's tummy and pulled her maternity
top back down.

Then she practically dove on Clare.
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Clare had to lift her across her belly to the space beside her and the back of the sofa.

"OK, Tess." Clare had trouble talking to her because she was hugging so hard, her face in Clare's hair
as if she were trying to hide. "Loosen up, honey. I want to talk to you about both Glorys and more."

While Tess listened, her face still in Clare's long hair, Clare told her what Glory had said about not being able
to be morphed out much and how they weren't sure  what the situation would be after the baby was born.

Tess gasped and Clare thought she was silently sobbing.

"And you know that the other Glory bestowed on you just to get you back to normal and more in Roswell..."

Tess was really crying now. "I almost got my Glory and myself and you and the baby and maybe Curupira
killed. I'm a danger to everyone, I can't always control my powers and I make bad decisions. I'm supposed
to be an elite Warror and I act like a child."

"Warrior?" This was news to Clare. Inside her Glory reacted the same way.

"Yeah," she pulled her teary face out of Clare's hair and let Clare wipe some of the tears from her face.

"Yeah," Tess repeated, "I'm a killer, but not liking it. I'm like my Glory. Yet I'm attracted to the other Glory,
who can kill without hesitation or remorse. I should be able to do this, too, as a Warrior, but it tears me up
inside."

"I need to be separated from Curupira physically. She's the same way as Buffy, Glory and Dawn are. The
killings leave no after effects. She and Dawn killed and killed and killed so many thousands, far too many
being the human Knights. Afterward they usually just had a meal and forgot about it. I couldn't."

"I was along mostly for the ride, though I did many mindfires, plus a lot of mindwarps to cover them on the
flights and in sneaking into the Knights' strongholds. Mostly my mindfires were to incinerate
the bodies they left and to destroy the buidlings. Sometimes they weren't all dead when I did it."

She'd started crying again. Softly. Then she stopped.

"I'm so alone. I've always been alone. Nasedo was the closest one and he was so businesslike. Then
he was killed in Roswell. At least the other three aliens had one another. I thought I was going to be able to
be something more with Kyle, then maybe Max. They all hated me, really."

Tears formed in her eyes again.

Inside Glory was repeating, "Sniff her DNA, Clare." Clare thought this was a bizarre request. She did.
That was odd. It seemed familiar. She'd not used this power before. There were no countless milliennia
of other DNA traces to compare to in her mind. Just the more recent ones inherited from Glory.

Meanwhile, Tess was rambling on.

" I'm a Warror who's supposed to protect the ruler. I thought I'd be protecting Max. He's the king, they
all said. The Dupes and the New York meeting ones. But I ran out the first time I got a chance, just to
avoid more killing. I left with Glory/Ben."
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She pronounced it GloryBen.

"I abandoned my intended role and left Max undefended. Then when we went back to this dimension's
Roswell, there wasn't even a Tess there. They said she was bad and faking it and got pregnant and
betrayed them and left, and I sort of did like they expected Tess to do myself.  Maybe we're both bad..."

"The DNA...Clare..the DNA..." Glory was excited about something now.

"Oh!" Clare said aloud. She got it now. "Tess, honey," Clare swept her hair from her tear-stained face,
"What about your sister, Isabel?"

Tess wasn't sure that she was hearing this. "M-My sister...Isabel?" she stopped. "That can't be."

"The DNA Glory sniffed of Isabel in the Crashdown is the same as yours, with a slight sibling twist.
Isabel is your older sister...well, the Isabel that was in your dimension."

Tess' gray eyes were huge.

"But that makes no sense. But she was mostly nice to me and saved my life once when I was
kidnapped." Clare could almost see the wheels turning in Tess' mind. "But she didn't know I was
the Warrior, nobody did, not even Nasedo. But...But..."

She was having trouble assimilating this paradigm shift where the pieces of her life were rearranged
to change her understanding of herself and her past.

Curupira, who'd been politely following this from inside, like Glory, signaled Tess. "I've gone over
what I observed during Isabel's bestowal. That Isabel wasn't merged, Tess. Your sister's still a
separate person, somewhere. I'll help you find her..."

Tess screamed a little scream.
And fainted into Clare's arms.

"Sisters," Clare said philosophically. "Always trouble. But ya'gotta love'em."
...

Upstairs Glory had bounded from the bed after her lusty little near naked cheer and run into the large
bathroom where the bubble bath was waiting. He always drew it scalding hot so they could talk as it
cooled. It was just right, so she peeled off her partly on dress, tossed  it to the floor through the open
door and stepped in.

Pouring in more bath oil, she called out, as she always did, "Do my back... please?" He did. Then he left
her soaking almost immersed in the suds. She nearly fell asleep. But she was feeling pretty good.

Getting up, she toweled off on some new towels with a golden "G" on them. "Nice, almost like what I'd
have chosen," she laughed. Her pregnant 'sister' downstairs had similar tastes as she herself did.

How, she wondered, did both of us come about? "I'll find out, that's for sure..." she reiterated to
herself.

Walking back into the empty bedroom in the buff, Glory noted that the bed was all made up with new
bedding. Her own dress, panties, bra, half-slip and jewelry were neatly laid out near her shoes on the
bed. A single red rose lay nestled between the cups of her bra.

She smiled radiantly and happily as she began dressing. Then she smelled the rose, gestured and
vanished without a sound as she reverse-teleported the air from her destination to replace where
she had been. Not doing so was just for dramatic effect.

She appeared silently in the Summers home upstairs, laid the rose on their white dresser and
walked out to find Buffy.
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Glory saw her downstairs closing the door to the basement.
...

Glory paused. Had she told Buffy everything?

Buffy was breathing softly. She'd fallen asleep at some point, spooned comfortably against Glory
on the stair above her. Glory brushed her blonde hair from her face and gestured. They were on the
bed. She carefully got Buffy onto her side and covered her up to take a nap.

She seemed abnormally loggy, though.

Passing her hands over her, she quickly discovered a 'call home' marble in her stomach. Why? she
wondered. Gesturing, she teleported it into her hand and put it on the dresser beside the red rose.

Not being a fool, she went downstairs and opened the basement door. She sniffed Roswell alien DNA

Then she surveyed the damage to the walls and ceiling and other things. Sniffing the wall, she decided that
one was the Isabel girl and the other was similar. Another alien girl, maybe a lot like their Tess. She didn't
pursue the DNA any further.

But why here and why was Buffy not telling her?

She teleported back upstairs to the bedroom and did a thorough re-examination of Buffy. She seemed
in perfect shape. Too perfect for the carnage in the basement. Maybe the Roswell girls had been fighting
one another?

Made no sense, but looked that way.

Kicking off her shoes, Glory laid down beside Buffy and rolled her gently onto her own shoulder.
Listening to her heartbeat and breathing, Glory quickly drifted off to sleep herself.
...

Isabel was talking as she drove, "Back then they supposedly had to open portals at a specific place
and time."

"There never was any need for Buffy to dive in, as our Curupira & Tess' scattered memories say she did.
One simple Key blood drop, a quick spell and it's open. But only for one transit. That's all there is. The
rest was B.S.," Isabel was flying high after leaving Buffy in good shape and in a frame of mind to protect
them.

"I don't know why Glory was feeding them that 'Key-must-die' crap. Maybe to get Buffy to make the
decision to sell out the others to ensure that Dawn lived and to get Buffy to come with her as a
sacrifice," she turned off Rivelo.

"Maybe she was in love with Buffy all along?"

"The proof is in the fact that they're together as a pair now. I can't think of any plausible scenario that
would get them together otherwise," Isabel glanced at Tess for assent.

Tess nodded in agreement. Her version of the memories tallied with her sister's. "How do you think they
did it?  Came to like one another?" she amended quickly.

Isabel shrugged with her hands.

"Do you think Buffy'll stall Glory very long?" Tess asked, watching the cars and the outside mirror all at
one time.
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"We'll know if we wake up dead," Isabel was feeling cocky, to be sure. She braked to a stop at a light.
Tess was feeling better the further they got from Buffy's house. "So where do we go?

"It's obvious," Isabel turned in and parked the car in the hotel lot. She turned to Tess, "We go to the
dimension where there's very little magic. The one where Roswell and Sunnydale are simply television
series, not  real worlds."

"That's perverse," Tess opened her door. "I wonder if any of our adventures, maybe the older ones, are
part of the shows? They are parallel dimensions, after all." Both had quickly gotten used to the
concepts involved. After all, their very status as supergirls proved the point.

"Probably too soon, there can be up to a half a year's lag for series that have had long stable runs, or
so I've heard. I was living in Roswell for all those years, so that must be the longest-running series.
What's the other one called, "Sunnydale"?. "Dawn and Buffy"?. "Buffy and Dawn"?

Of course, Isabel was wrong and didn't know it.

The two sisters got their things from the car trunk and walked a few blocks to a small niche park
where they could do the magic in what was hopefully a safe portal spot. They had dozens of
complete spells to use with the first blood drop.

Unfortunately, their stolen bestowal memories from Tess/Curupira were complete where powers
were concerned, but incomplete as to where exactly in the other similar dimension the spell would
take them.

So they chose the one that was used the most.

"Probably the other Sunnydale," Tess agreed. "If not we can sort it out after we get there. We'll
be immortal, invulnerable near-god supergirls in a world without any gods, demons and Slayers."

Tess was also wrong and didn't know it.

In their naive ignorance, they were about to change the destinies of everyone they knew and
would know. In fact, they were going to change the course of history for all time.

Simply two alien hybrid girls from Roswell.

Supergirls now.

Sisters.
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...

Buffy led Buffy-Anne out of Spike's hovel, which the former Bot kept calling his lair.

Something really strange was going on.

It had been many days since the fight with Tess, but Glory had yet to question her about the
basement damage, which she must've seen, the way she wandered about the house all the
time making sure that there was nothing out of place that might endanger her Buffy.

The girl, who inisisted that the Roswell Tess was her sister now and that she was to go to Glory
with something called super-technology control powers, held Buffy's hand tightly as they walked the
streets toward Rivelo.

Her smile was catching. It was happening as Dawn said it would.

"Do you think I can have a bed and a bedroom of my own? I never had one when I was in the
robot," she was asking. Buffy stopped, looked hard at her and realized this girl was for real.
"I'll let you sleep in Dawn's old room, You've heard of Dawn...the Slayer?"

 She laughed with delight. "Indeed I have, Buffy. She's wonderful. Will you be my friend?"

Buffy sighed. "Sure. Just be very, very, very polite to Glory."
The girl nodded enthusiastically, her blonde hair bobbing.

She touched her bra where the key to Dawn and Curupira's apartment was still pinned.
Also tucked in her bra were the rest of the hundred dollar bills that Isabel had given Spike.
Buffy-Anne had easily picked Spike's pockets as he protested Buffy taking her away.

So it was that Buffy-Anne became a part of the tight little family living in the Summers home.

Her presence, her knowledge and her powers would be among the first that Glory tapped in
her new found steps toward her, as yet, unfocused destiny.
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All the Sunnydale and Roswell supergirls were now on converging paths that would join
Glory's shortly.

It was only a matter of time.
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)NOTE: Dimensional jump to L.A. in the 'Buffy-is-TV' dimension in the next work:
            #5 "Isabel & Tess - Blood Road"
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