As he held Regan, Wesley felt her starting the tremble and knew that she was fighting to keep herself under control, so he just held her tightly and just continued to talk to her. He didn't want to put her more on the edge by drawing attention to it, so he let her deal with it, and soon, her trembles began to lesson.
"I know we do," he replied when she said that they needed to do this, no matter what she had to learn. If there was any chance of getting Fred back, he had to let her try because he knew Regan would never forgive him if he didn't. She was right - they neeeded her. She had been their heart for so long, and even though they had managed to survive without her, they hadn't really lived. "We'll work together on this. You and me and anyone else we can get to help. I'm sure Rupert will."
He let Regan go when she slipped out of his arms and looked back at the book, flipping through the pages to see if there was any other information to definitively point to the scythe as the weapon. There was nothing specific, but it did seem to be the only possibility.
Regan came back a few moments later with the phones, asking him who he wanted to call. He was about to say he'd call Rupert when suddenly, his daughter - his eleven-year-old daughter - used some rather crude British slang he hadn't ever wanted to hear coming out of her mouth. Ever.
"Sha--that means something that I really didn't want to have to explain to you until you were older," he said with a sigh. Although, considering how fast Regan had grown up...at least comparitively, he wasn't sure it might not be a good idea to explain to her. "At the risk of getting us into a conversation we might not have time for, shagging is slang for having sex, which I'm sure Spike has probably talked about in front of you since he seems to have spoken about everything else. As for 'bint', that's a rather derogatory word for a woman, and I'd rather never hear you say it again. I don't even like saying it."
He then picked up the cordless and handed it to Regan. "And even though I'd rather you never talk to him again, I think you should talk to Spike. I do, and I'm liable to use several other words I don't think I want you hearing or knowing quite yet."
Sex? Regan tilted her head a little and was about to ask her father what sex really was. She knew it was something two people did but that was it. But, her dad looked really flustered so she decided to just make the phone call. "And you should like Spike. He's cool because he reads 'Harry Potter'! What other reason would he call you Percy for?" she asked before she slipped into the living room.
She dialed Spike's number and he soon answered. "Spike? It's Regan," she said.
"Hey little bit! How're ya?" he asked.
"Good," she said. "The reason I'm calling is because my dad and I have figured out a way to bring my mom back but we need Illyria for it and we don't know where she is."
"Wait...you figured out how to bring your mum back?"
"Yes."
"Wow. Uh, Illyria is actually with me. Think she rather fancies me," Spike said. "Whatcha need her for?"
"I have to kill it," Regan quietly said. "I have to kill it on this sacred ground near the Deeper Well. Do you think you could talk it into coming there?"
"Don't know, Reg. I'll try. When ya going?" he asked.
"I'm not sure yet but my dad is talking to Giles right now. Maybe you two can come to New Haven and all of us go together?" She suggested.
"I can do that. 'M up in New York right now. We can be down there by tomorrow, kitten," Spike said.
Regan chewed on her bottom lip. "You can't stay here with it," she finally said.
"I know," Spike said in hushed tone. "I'll call you when we arrive."
"Thanks, Spike," Regan said, her voice cracking a little. This was really going to happen. As long as Illyria cooperated.
"Not a problem little bit. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Oh, and tell your dad he's wanker," Spike said before hanging up the phone.
Regan shrugged and ended the call and stayed in the living room until her dad finished with his call.
"I know we do," he replied when she said that they needed to do this, no matter what she had to learn. If there was any chance of getting Fred back, he had to let her try because he knew Regan would never forgive him if he didn't. She was right - they neeeded her. She had been their heart for so long, and even though they had managed to survive without her, they hadn't really lived. "We'll work together on this. You and me and anyone else we can get to help. I'm sure Rupert will."
He let Regan go when she slipped out of his arms and looked back at the book, flipping through the pages to see if there was any other information to definitively point to the scythe as the weapon. There was nothing specific, but it did seem to be the only possibility.
Regan came back a few moments later with the phones, asking him who he wanted to call. He was about to say he'd call Rupert when suddenly, his daughter - his eleven-year-old daughter - used some rather crude British slang he hadn't ever wanted to hear coming out of her mouth. Ever.
"Sha--that means something that I really didn't want to have to explain to you until you were older," he said with a sigh. Although, considering how fast Regan had grown up...at least comparitively, he wasn't sure it might not be a good idea to explain to her. "At the risk of getting us into a conversation we might not have time for, shagging is slang for having sex, which I'm sure Spike has probably talked about in front of you since he seems to have spoken about everything else. As for 'bint', that's a rather derogatory word for a woman, and I'd rather never hear you say it again. I don't even like saying it."
He then picked up the cordless and handed it to Regan. "And even though I'd rather you never talk to him again, I think you should talk to Spike. I do, and I'm liable to use several other words I don't think I want you hearing or knowing quite yet."
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She dialed Spike's number and he soon answered. "Spike? It's Regan," she said.
"Hey little bit! How're ya?" he asked.
"Good," she said. "The reason I'm calling is because my dad and I have figured out a way to bring my mom back but we need Illyria for it and we don't know where she is."
"Wait...you figured out how to bring your mum back?"
"Yes."
"Wow. Uh, Illyria is actually with me. Think she rather fancies me," Spike said. "Whatcha need her for?"
"I have to kill it," Regan quietly said. "I have to kill it on this sacred ground near the Deeper Well. Do you think you could talk it into coming there?"
"Don't know, Reg. I'll try. When ya going?" he asked.
"I'm not sure yet but my dad is talking to Giles right now. Maybe you two can come to New Haven and all of us go together?" She suggested.
"I can do that. 'M up in New York right now. We can be down there by tomorrow, kitten," Spike said.
Regan chewed on her bottom lip. "You can't stay here with it," she finally said.
"I know," Spike said in hushed tone. "I'll call you when we arrive."
"Thanks, Spike," Regan said, her voice cracking a little. This was really going to happen. As long as Illyria cooperated.
"Not a problem little bit. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Oh, and tell your dad he's wanker," Spike said before hanging up the phone.
Regan shrugged and ended the call and stayed in the living room until her dad finished with his call.
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