A/N: I would like to apologize in advance for the possible ruffling of any catholic feathers.

Thanks to Athenahahn for her lovely betaing

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“I take it then, that the situation has been resolved to our satisfaction?” Giles queried.

Spike laughed into the phone. “Yeah, the problem has been… taken care of… in an unexpected manner, resulting in us having guests. So be a good watcher and open the bloody door!”

“Guests? What kind of guests? Are you sure…” Giles started to ask, only to be interrupted by Spike.

“Listen Rupert. The sun is rising, and if you recall I have a rather large aversion to becoming dust. Open the fucking door!” Before Spike could say anything further, Buffy plucked the phone from his fingers.

“Giles open the door and drop the wards, please. Thank you.” Buffy spoke calmly yet firmly into the phone before pressing the end button, effectively cutting Giles off in mid rant.

Cassandra laughed softly. “I love how she does that.”

“From what I’ve heard, she could convince the pope that he’s really a porn star,” Mac said with a chuckle.

“Bring them,” Buffy said as the front door opened, revealing a nervous looking Giles. She swept into the house, snagging Spike’s hand and pulling him in after her.

Giles stared in open-mouthed shock as four armed strangers shoved three other people into the house. “What’s going on?” he started to inquire but was interrupted by Dawn as she ran past him.

“Uncle Methos!” Dawn squealed as she tackled him at the door. “Did you bring me anything?”

Methos chuckled and wrapped Dawn up in a hug. “Maybe. If you've been good.”

Angel laughed. “Send her my way. I’ll teach her how to be very good.” He leered at Dawn and ran his eyes suggestively up and down her twelve year old frame.

Before anyone else could react, Mac backhanded Angel, splitting his lip. “Shut your mouth and keep your eyes off of her.”

Xander laughed with glee. “Do it again, do it again!” Turning to Giles he loudly commented, “I like this guy.” He paused a beat then, a little quieter asked, “Who is he?”

“I have no idea,” Giles said looking bewildered. “But I am going to assume that Dawn knows at least one of them.”

As soon as Mac turned away, Angel started spewing more vulgar and obscene suggestions as to what Dawn could do to be considered ‘good’. This time it was Buffy who stopped him. “One more word from you and I will have your tongue removed.”

Everyone blinked in astonishment at the quiet menace in Buffy’s voice but it was Hammond who ventured a comment. “Do shut up Angelus. Even your association with Wolfram and Hart can't save you from her.”

Just then Joyce came in from the kitchen and saw Hank. “You bastard!” She stalked over to him and kicked him square in the balls. “Your own daughter! How could you! I hope Mother gives you exactly what you deserve.”

“‘Oh don’t worry Joyce. I will. And I guarantee he won’t like it,” Buffy said with a voice so cold, it made everyone in the room shiver.

“Yes, well…” Giles seemed almost at a loss for words. Almost. He cleared his throat and started again. “I am assuming that the… person… Joyce just…” Giles winced slightly, “kicked is Hank Summers. But if I may inquire, who are the others?” He turned to Buffy with one eyebrow raised.

“Sure Giles, I’ll make with the intros…” Buffy started, but was interrupted by Angel’s loudly obscene remarks. “Damnit, I did warn him.” Standing up, she stalked over to Angel, and held out her hand, palm up.

Knowing what Buffy was after; Cassandra placed a long, thin-bladed dagger into Buffy’s palm. “Would you like me to hold his head for you?”

“Its gonna take at least 2 of you… he’s pretty strong.” Buffy said dispassionately.

“Here, love. Let me help” Spike said with a grin.

“Thanks Spike.” Turning to the others in the room, Buffy said, “If you want to wait out in the kitchen, I won’t think any less of you. It won’t be a pleasant sight.” When nobody moved, or indicated they were going to move, Buffy turned back to Angel. “Hold his head still please and his mouth open.”

While Spike held Angel’s head still, Cassandra used her knowledge of pressure points to lock Angel’s jaw open wide.

“Thank you.” Buffy glanced at the two young witches. “Do either of you know a spell to heat metal? ‘Cause I so don’t want blood on Joyce’s rug.”

Willow nodded and stepped forward. “I think I can do it.” Placing one finger on the dagger Willow spoke, “Benim emrimle ateş bu bıçağa bağlansın.” As the words left her lips, the dagger blade began to glow red-hot.

“Sweet. Thanks Willow.” Turning away from Willow to face Angel again, Buffy allowed a cold smirk to grace her lips. “Brace yourself Angel; this is gonna hurt… a lot.”
Reaching past his bared teeth, Buffy grasped his tongue in her fingers, digging her long nails into it. “Hold him still.” With a yank on his tongue, and a swipe of the dagger, Angel was separated from the offending appendage with a scream of sheer agony. “There, that should keep him quiet for a while.” Nodding to Cassandra and Spike, indicating they could release him, Buffy stepped back from Angel and looked at the dagger. “Ya think you can… I dunno… cool it off?” Arching one eyebrow at Willow, she waited patiently.

Willow nodded and closed her eyes, uttering “Benim emrimle ateş bu bıçaktan ayrılsın,” And the blade returned to its normal state.

“Thanks babe.” Buffy returned the dagger to Cassandra and walked over to the chair, sitting down and smirking at the looks she was getting from the people in the room. “What? I did warn him. Not my fault he couldn’t keep a civil tongue in his head.”




A/N: translations

Benim emrimle ateş bu bıçağa bağlansın
(By my will, Fire bound to this blade)

Benim emrimle ateş bu bıçaktan ayrılsın
(By my will, Fire released from this blade)