#sunnydalescoobiies nikki

[wickedlehane]

@sunnydalescoobiies {Nikki and Robin} gets a starter

The books said pregnancy dreams could get wild, but Faith could tell (even in her unconscious state) when something was a little more on the psychic end of sleeping than not. The slayer's prophetic dreams didn't come often, but when they did, they were loud and clear. Lucid. More often than not, she felt herself living them and living through them -- the coma had been full of unconscious fears and frightened attempts to connect with or protect herself from Buffy.

But in this dream, she was walking through Central Park at night. The rolling green lawns were wet with midnight dew, and a nearby street lamp cast a glow that rivaled the moon. Beneath that was a woman she didn't recognize by look, but by the mystical tether that connected Faith to generations of other women she'd never speak to, but owed so much to.

"You're... Robin's mom, aren't you? Nikki..." The girl said as she approached. Usually when other Slayers appeared in her dreams, Faith was looking through their eyes, feeling their deaths. A warning, a premonition -- don't repeat this. Don't let their fault be your undoing. She even felt it when Buffy died the first time. Drowned. Bitten. Crushed, stabbed, cursed. Faith had lived a thousand lifetimes and yet, so few Slayers walked the path she was walking now, one of motherhood. But Nikki had once.

"You have a good son," she said, taking a seat on the bench near the lamp post. Faith's stomach had begun a gentle swell at four months. Their last trip to the doctor revealed they were having a daughter. Probably, if fate still had a sense of humor, a slayer. "...Am I wrong to be so scared?"