A/N: Thanks to my wonderful beta's AthenaHahn and BlackNBlue2.

“Of course she is,”  Anya remarked with some exasperation.  “You knew about the sword, and you didn’t even think to realize who was holding it?”  Turning to Joyce, Anya stated, “I hope he’s good at giving orgasms, because I don’t think he’s much use when it comes to drawing logical conclusions.”

Spike stifled a laugh at Anya’s remarks, noticing that the other ‘Scoobies’, as they referred to themselves, were doing the same.

Joyce laughed softly.  “Yes Anya, he’s good at a few things.  But it’s not nice to laugh at someone because they were in denial.” 

Giles simply knelt on the floor, staring at Buffy, a shocked, almost terrified expression on his face.

Xander asked, “So what’s so important about the sword and the whole horse thing?  She uses the sword to kill horses?”

Willow turned to Xander and said with some exasperation, “I think Giles means THE Four Horsemen… of the Apocalypse.”  She thought for a moment.  “War, Famine, Disease and Death… if I’m not mistaken, what with the whole being Jewish thing and not really understanding the entire non-Jewish things.”

Without taking her eyes off of Giles, Buffy said with a slight grin, “Yup, that would be my boys.”  She sighed softly.  “I miss those boys sometimes, ya know?”

Spike turned to her and quirked one eyebrow.  “Boys?  You have more kids than Joyce?  Or are we talking different kinds of boys here?”

Joyce answered him, before Buffy could say anything.  “By ‘boys’ she means students.  She taught them almost everything they knew.  She led them too, if Methos wasn’t telling tall tales.”

“M-M-M-ethos?”  Giles stuttered.  “He’s just a myth, a legend.  He’s not real.  Doesn’t exist.”

Spike snorted.  “Yeah Rupes, and neither do I.”  Turning to look down at where Buffy was curled up against him, he told her, “He sure didn’t get my sister’s smarts that’s for sure.”

Buffy laughed softly.  “Be nice, Spike.  It’s not his fault that he thinks Methos doesn’t exist.  We’ve done a hell of a lot of work to make sure that people thinks he isn’t real.  Or if he is real, that he’s long dead.”  She shook her head and continued, “Did a lot of work to make it seem like I didn’t exist either.  It’s safer that way, for everyone concerned.”

Xander blinked and looked at Buffy. “Safer?”

Anya glanced at Buffy and answered Xander. “Yes Xander, safer.  If other immortals think she’s already dead, or that she never existed in the first place, they don’t seek her out and try to kill her.”

“Why would anyone want to kill her?” Tara asked softly.  “She seems really nice, and her aura is so vibrant, like a rainbow.”

Buffy looked over at Tara and smiled gently.  “Thanks sweetie.  But sometimes, people simply want to kill you because they think they can.”  Buffy shrugged.  “And if they are stupid enough to attack me, or mine I don’t mind showing them just how stupid they are.”

Joyce nodded as she said, “Yeah, I remember this one time in college.  This guy was hitting on me, refused to take no for an answer.  She kicked him the balls, and then offered to introduce him to the word no.”   Joyce laughed.  “I never saw him run so fast in his life.  Even with his balls kicked up between his eyes.”

Anya chuckled wickedly.  “Oh I’ve seen her do worse.  I remember once when she castrated this guy at the dinner table.  He had attacked his host's young daughter; I think she was maybe 12 years old.  Anyway, she yanked him up onto the table and just sliced his penis off.  With the dinner knife.  It was so amusing.”  Anya grinned.  “Of course it also fulfilled the vengeance wish the little girl made against her attacker.”

Xander looked decidedly pale.  “Umm  Ahn… can we not discuss the damaging of men’s parts, please?”

Spike nodded in complete agreement. “Yes please, let's not discuss the damaging of manly appendages.”

Buffy ran her fingers lightly across Spike’s crotch.  “Okay, no more damage talk.”

Giles seemed to be in a catatonic state, still staring at Buffy, eyes wide.

“Joyce, I think you need to do something about your guy there.  He’s starting to creep me out.”  Buffy said as she eyed Giles with amusement.

Joyce rose from her chair and walked over to where Giles was kneeling on the carpet.  She looked at him and then poked him with her toe.  “Get up Rupert.  You look like a complete fool.”  When that failed to provoke a response, she turned to the tried and true methods every mother knows.  She grabbed him by the ear and yanked sharply upwards.

“OUCH!”  Giles yelled as he rose to his feet in order to keep his ear attached to his head.  “That is totally uncalled for, Joyce.”

“Next time, respond when I talk to you and I won’t have to resort to physical violence,”  Joyce responded.

“Right then.  Where were we?” Giles asked as he straightened his tie and took his seat again.

Dawn piped up, “We were talking about Buffy and her sword.  Oh and the fact that she’s the daughter of a dragon.  Hey!  Does this mean my grandfather is a dragon?  Wicked!”  Dawn started to bounce excitedly.

“Yes, right.  Swords and dragons and…” Giles trailed off once more as his eyes widened in horror. “Oh Lord.  I can’t believe it.”  Turning to Joyce he asked her in a very tight, very frustrated voice.  “Did you know that your mother is one of the most deadly people in history?  Are you aware she is reportedly responsible for the destruction of entire cities, if not entire civilizations?”

“Of course dear.  Mother told me who and what she is a long time ago.”  Joyce calmly responded.

As Giles’ words finally penetrated the ears and minds of the other people in the room, all hell broke loose.


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