"Stay still Buffy. I'm almost finished." Buffy and Lily are in Buffy's room where Lily is stitching up her predecessor's wounds.

"You're pretty good at this for a Slayer active for only a year."

"Being the last Slayer made the Council a bit more strict with their training. Apparently not strict enough since I died...again," Lily sighs.

"You tend to take death in stride after coming back to life twice," Buffy responds; thinking back to how she nearly fell to her death in the future timeline.

"These cuts are pretty nasty. Are they all because of those uber-vampires?" Lily asks.

"Some are from the uber-vamps. Others are from Ava. Some even came from Dawn. Don't think it's ever taken this long for me to heal from a fight."

"Annddd, there. Finished," Lily says and Buffy gets off her stomach and sits up on her bed. "So what's next?"

"We have to find a way to stop Lucifer. How, though, is the million dollar question."

"Dean might be able to think of something given how his brother is Lucifer's vessel and all."

"I wouldn't know where to start looking from him in this time...truth be told I don't even know if he survived. I heard his voice calling out to me, but then...it just disappeared. Ava seems to be the only person that knows what happened, but she's lying dead at the bottom of the Hellmouth...at least I hope she didn't make it."

"Even if she didn't she'll just come back. She has that fallen angel on her shoulder after all...how do you deal with this life, Buffy? Having all this power and knowing that there are still things infinitely stronger than you out there?"

"There are times when I fell like I can't handle it to be honest. I've always stopped them; always won. Yet there's always something else out there. A threat more powerful than the last. I can save the world ten times over, but it never stays safe for long. But if we don't keep this world safe, who will? The boys?" Buffy quips and the two Slayers have a laugh.

"Quite the grim future we're facing," Xander says rubbing his eyes. "Can't imagine not being able to see."

"I still can't believe I did it with Spike," Dawn groans. "Ok, I didn't have my soul so it wasn't me, but it was still my body..."

"I'm right here, Dawn," Spike interrupts. "Not something I'd like to picture."

"So what do we do now?" Tara asks.

"What we always do," Buffy answers entering the living room. "We stop it."

"But how, Buff? Not exactly your run of the mill demon."

"Neither was Glory and we stopped her," Willow reminds him.

"Only because Giles killed Glory's mortal vessel. We couldn't touch Glory herself."

"Well Mr. Optimistic. You got any theories?" Buffy asks as an upbeat musical score starts from nowhere.

Xander: I've got a theory, that we're all doooomeed. Well that's not so much a theory, as my belief, because you've seen the future, and I'll shut up now.

Willow: I've got a theory, this Scythe is the answer. I feel such great power radiating from inside.

Spike: That's not all you feel insiiiiddee.

Tara: Spike!

Spike: What? I'm just telling it like it isssss-OH BUGGER THIS!

A record scratch cuts off the music.

"I thought that blasted singing would've worn off by now," he complains.

"Ummmm...what just happened?" Lily asks.

"Welcome to Sunnydale," Buffy sighs.

Somewhere else in the U.S.A

"...Why would Dean want us to meet him here?" Jo asks observing a typical American home. "Impala's nowhere in sight."

"Trap." Ellen states.

"Trap," Jo concurs.

"What do you think?"

"It's dark out so there could be vampires, but that doesn't explain Dean's voice on the other line. Could be a shapeshifter...or a ghoul...or a whatever that third shapeshifting monster is called."

"Whatever it is, nothing can function without a head," Ellen says loading up a shotgun and opening her car door. "What do you say we spring the trap?"

"Thought you'd never ask," Jo says with a grin exiting the car.

The pair make their way around the house to the back door. Jo picks the lock in under thirty seconds and slowly opens the door. She peeks inside then gives a nod to her mother. They sneak inside and the place seems deserted.

"Help me," a voice comes from the next room.

"That sounds like Dean," Jo whispers moving towards the voice.

"Wait," Ellen says stopping Jo. Ellen opens Jo's backpack and pulls out a small container of Holy Water.

"Always pays to be prepared. I'll cover you." Jo nods again and goes inside of the living room.

It's pretty dark, but there's just enough light for Jo to make out someone lying down on the floor.

Jo cautiously moves towards it and the body turns over on its side.

"Dean," Jo breathes out.

"Help me," Dean pleads.

"Mom," Jo waves over. Ellen goes into the living room while Jo reaches out to Dean.

"Let's get you out of," her hand goes right through him. Dean gives a sinister smirk and shifts into a mirror image of Jo.

"Surprise," The First Evil chuckles.

The lights turn on and a Bringer rushes Jo. Ellen runs forward and tackles it to the floor. Jo aims her shotgun at the Bringer, but Doyle grabs the gun and smacks Jo in the face with it. Ellen blasts the Bringer's head off and aims her gun at Doyle. A fireball flies at her and she dives avoiding it at the last second.

Wesley starts up another fireball, but Jo pulls out a knife and throws it at him. Ava catches it an inch from his right eye. A group of vampires enter the room and circle around the two women all gleefully showing their fangs.

"Control yourselves. We need them alive remember?" The First reminds the group.

Jo opens her Holy Water container and swings it coating the vamps' faces with it. They grab their faces in pain granting the hunters a path out of their formation. Another Bringer cuts them off and stabs forward. Jo steps out of the way, grabs the Bringer's arm, and directs the stab right at an advancing Anna.

It pierces her chest and she flinches and stares at the blade cutting through her.

"You're not the first to try something like that," she laughs and hits Jo in the stomach. She flies back into a table and knocks it over going out cold.

"You bitch!" Ellen curses, but Anna places a hand on her forehead and Ellen falls flat to the floor.

Anna coughs and spits out blood as she removes the sword. She feels faint and falls back into Doyle's arms.

"Are you alright?" He asks her.

"Time travel isn't an easy feat for an angel cut off from Heaven," The First explains.

"She's still stronger than your average human, but don't expect any fantastic feats of power for the time being. Not until she regains her strength, but we can worry about that later. You two," The First says to two of the vampires slightly writhing in pain from the Holy Water. "Tie them up. Get the ritual ready, Lindsey."

"You got it. One ritual curtesy of an exploitable glitch in the Slayer line coming up. Man that's a mouthful," Lindsey says walking over to a table.

Somewhere else in the United States again, sits the real Dean. He checked into a new motel while Castiel attempted to bring the Impala there without teleporting himself to where the Impala was out of fear that Zachariah might be waiting there and follow him. Needless to say, Cas brought the wrong car to the motel three times in a row.

Now Dean's casually drinking a bottle of beer while he waits for Sam. While he will be glad to see Sam, all he could really think about was what happened to Buffy.

Castiel claims he's 80% sure she's alive, but couldn't fully detect her soul energy since he's cut of from Heaven. Still, Dean is glad there is some hope for Buffy's survival. He'll need all the help he can get in stopping the Apocalypse after what he saw in the future.

A set of headlights light up the motel parking lot and a car comes to a stop beside the Impala. Out steps Sam looking exactly the way Dean left him...well, not him in the future that is.

"Hi," Sam greets.

"Hi," Dean replies like it's a nonchalant conversation.

"Been up to much?" Sam asks continuing the casualness of the conversation.

"Transcended time and space by about five years. You were evil and possessed by Lucifer. I was a total ass. There was this woman..."

"There's always a woman isn't there," Sam laughs.

"She was different Sam. She was this strange super human. I think she can help us take down Lucifer."

"How? Super or not she's still only human."

"So are you and I and that isn't stopping us is it?" Dean counters.

"...you're right. So where is this savior of yours?"

"California, but she's going to have to wait for now. There's a lot of other things I need to fill you in on while we drive to Bobby's place."

"It's a long drive so I think you'll have plenty of time to tell me about what you saw and about this mystery woman," Sam says as they board the Impala.

"I know what you're thinking Sam. Nothing happened."

"Riiiiigggghhtt."

"Honest. Nothing did," Dean repeats and cranks up the engine.

"Maybe not then, but what about later?" Sam jokes. Dean ignores Sam and switches the radio on to the song "Keep it Coming".

"What are you going to do with us?" Jo asks struggling with the ropes that bind her. She and Ellen are tied to two chairs back to back.

"Nothing special," The First responds once again in Dark Willow's form. "Just something for my friend to tear apart with her new found power. And of course the usual blood tribute stuff for these kinds of rituals."

Two Bringers grab Jo and Ellen's wrists. They cut into them and let the blood flow out into two bowls beneath the wrists.

"This case being fresh blood. Are you ready?" The First asks Ava. Ava pulls out the soul orb and marvels at it. She checks the table to make sure all the necessary ingredients are placed on it.

"Been ready for some time," she answers and clears her throat.

"Datum sub potestate daemonis pugnare malis," she chants.

"Shit," Jo curses as the lights go out in the room.

"Don't panic Jo," Ellen whispers. "We're always ready for anything." Ellen moves her hands as far as they can go towards her belt. She gets some of her fingers behind the belt.

"Nunc daemon petet antiqua potestatem umbrae," Ava continues.

"Hurry mom," Jo whispers.

Ellen's fingers get hold of a knife hidden in one of her belt buckles behind the belt and hastily starts cutting away at the ropes that bind their two chairs together.

"Primo antiquis invocamus," Ava continues and pours first Anya's blood over the soul orb and then Jo's and Ellen's.

"Any day now," Jo hastens her mother.

"Revelare tuum diu amissam anima ad nos!" The soul orb glows vibrantly filling up the whole room as Ava smiles triumphantly.

Your powers are mine, Ava thinks as a spirit begins to form from the light.

"I'm almost...there!" The hunters break out of the ropes and Ellen throws her knife at Ava's face.

Ava stops the knife in its tracks.

"When will they ever learn," she sighs, but her attention is diverted long enough as Jo dives at the table knocking the entire thing over.

"NO!" Ava venomously screams.

She looks back at the spirit, who becomes engulfed in shadows as opposed to light. It gives and inhuman growl at Ava and a powerful shockwave emits from it.

Everyone is blasted backward from the spirit with Ava and Angel's team flying into the kitchen while Jo and Ellen crash into the chairs they were tied to and the vampires a Bringers hit various parts of the living room.

Everyone slowly starts to collect themselves, but none dare move towards the spirit. None, that is, except for, Jo. She staggers towards it with a hand over her broken nose while the spirit watches her. Jo looks at it with a mixture of fear, but also awe. She can make out a human face cloaked within the shadows; a woman.

"What are you?" She asks.

The spirit gazes at Jo and then dives at her. Jo falls back as the spirit enters her body. Another light floods the room as Jo writhes on the floor flinging her arms in any direction.

"Mom! Help me!" She cries out.

"JO!" Ellen rushes to her daughter's aid, but some powerful force prevents her from getting too close and blasts her back.

The light dies out almost as quickly as it started and Jo jumps up almost instantly. Jo looks around the area almost like she's uncertain about where she is. She looks at her hands and cracks her knuckles. Jo then runs her hands down her face. Hands taking some of her hair and bringing it in front of her eyes.

"Blonde. Just like her," she says to herself.

"Get her!" Ava suddenly orders the vampires and Bringers. Jo's attention snaps to them and she goes on the attack.

She grabs the arm of a Bringer and drives its sword into its chest. She then pulls the sword out of the Bringer and swings it behind her decapitating a vampire. She parries an attack from a Bringer and hits it so hard that she snaps its neck. She grabs a Bringer charging her from behind and body slams it to the floor. She kicks another vampire through a solid wall.

Ava's expression conveys, excitement at the power she summoned, but also anger at it slipping through her fingertips as Jo continues laying waste to her forces.

"Anna!" Ava shouts looking at her fallen angel.

"She is still too weak from the time jump. It would be in our best interest to retreat," The First Evil advices just as the last of Ava's throwaway goons is killed.

"Fine," Ava grumbles.

She, The First, and Angel's team bunch around Anna, who teleports them out of the house. Jo watches them leave and then turns around at the sound of a gun safety being taken off.

"Get. Out. Of. My. Daughter," Ellen seethes. Jo simply crushes the gun with her left hand and grabs Ellen's neck with her right.

"My name...is...Sineya. The Slayer of Vampires and all unholy creatures. If you value your life you will not follow me." Sineya throws Ellen at a wall for good measure. The back of her head slams against it, and she falls unconscious.

"We were so close!" Ava screams punching a hole in the wall of her hideout.

"Do not despair child," The First Evil says calmly.

"Shut up!" Ava shouts and punches The First even though it can't be hurt.

"Yep. Totally a child if you're gonna waste energy on a non-corporeal being. You achieved part of what you set out to do. The First Slayer is among us. We just need to find a way to capture her and then drain her power."

"With her primitive mind odds are Sineya is going to draw lots of attention to herself," Wesley says.

"Doubt it. She knows she's in a different time. That things have changed. She won't act completely like someone from our time, but hopefully Jo's mind will help her adjust. Sineya wouldn't want to make it easy for people to pursue her after all."

"So where do you suppose she'll go?" Doyle questions.

"To someone she can trust. Three guesses who."

"Buffy," Ava states.

Sineya raids the kitchen grabbing anything of sustenance from water bottles, to fruit, to even cookies.

"This will have to do for now," she says still unused to her new voice.

Sineya goes back into the living room and looks at Jo's backpack and goes to open it. She inspects the holy water, stakes, and small knives in it and gives what appears to be a nod of approval.

A/N: Well it's been an exciting ride (I hope) since chapter one way back in December 12th, 2010. Thank you to all that stuck with this story since then. I've had a lot of fun getting to this point. Like I said last time the sequel story will be called "The End is Near". Hope to see you all then. Thanks for reading! :)