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Author's Chapter Notes:
NBTSA is part of the Immortal Guardian series, several of which I'm writing at this time. A housing issue arose in one of the other stories, and I chose to solve it by having the Sultana and her mate purchase residences to own in all dimensions.
Chapter 18 Helping the Immortal Guardians

Mistress, Doyle said softly into the Sultana's mind. I need to speak to you and Spike about the other dimensions.

Can't it wait till we're there for the WRH auction? Buffy sighed. She rolled over to shake her mate awake.

Sorry, no, Mistress, Doyle replied. The other Guardians need some help. You need to go the Sunnydale branch of The Celestial Council. They are an inter-dimensional firm of attorneys similar to Wolfram & Hart. However where WRH deals with the darker, more ambiguous side of demonic life, the CC deals with the Light.

And we should let WRH sell the treasure, because? Buffy growled. She didn't like the sound of WRH.

We will be dealing with them soon enough, Doyle assured the Slayer. This is a good opportunity to meet and greet.

So it won't be just me and Spike going to the auction?

No, we'll all be going. Doyle grinned across the connection. Cordy's having a grand time picking out a dress for herself and tuxes for us guys.

Can we get back on track now? Cordelia broke in. Buffy, at the CC they should be able to insure that your house belongs to you in every dimension possible. Wes had a look through his books. He says there's a ritual that would make the house ownership tied to your blood.

Why do we need to do this, cheerleader? Spike asked. He'd been silent since Buffy woke him up while he listened to the banter.

One set of Immortal Guardians, not a Slayer Sultana and her mate, but a Slayer Seraph and her demonic Seraph are traveling through dimensions running from the black Willow, the Conduit replied for the clan Seer. They are accompanied by the Child Key, the demon Watcher and the Justice Demon.

Ooookay, that was just a little wierd, Buffy muttered. What's this got to do with us?

As established Immortal Guardians, Mistress, you and your mate are in the unique position to insure that the other guardians have permanent residences in all the dimensions.

So, we go see a lawyer, set up our house to belong to all the Spike's and Buffy's, and then what?

Might want to make your mother part of the clan and do the same thing to her house, Doyle replied. Just to give the Guardians a couple of choices.
What about that one vision where Sunnydale was a big hole in the ground? Cordelia asked.

What? Spike and Buffy pronounced as one.

Relax, guys, Cordelia said soothingly.

That's something the dimension hopping Guardians dealt with. Just add a few other locations to the list, and it's nothing to worry about. Sheesh.

I suggest a place here in Los Angeles, for sure.

Maybe something the rest of us could use, Cordelia huffed. This little office is kinda scrunched now that there's four of us.

I looked around the real estate websites, Doyle said. There's one place that looked interesting. A hotel called the Hyperion.

Look into it, Spike told the Brachen demon. Get back to us ASAP. Slayer 'n I'll go to the lawyers tomorrow.

On it. Talk to you then.

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The next morning found Spike and Buffy waiting in the outer office of The Celestial Council. The two had discussed where to have other residences late into the night. They had finally agreed not only to the Sunnydale and Los Angeles residences, but to one in New York City and another in London. They both looked up when the door to the inner office opened.

"Hello, you must be Spike and Buffy." The dishwater blond woman held out her hand. "My name is RoseSeri Hassib. It is an honor to have the Slayer as one of our clients."

"Thank you." Buffy took RoseSeri's hand while she eyed the petite woman carefully. "You're not human, are you?" Her newly acquired Sultana senses came in handy, that's for sure.

"Not quite." RoseSeri gestured towards the door to the inner office. "Why don't we get a bit more comfortable?" She ushered Spike and Buffy inside, and she got them settled in chairs before she continued her explanation. "You're right, Miss Summers. I'm not human. I'm a Penhuibin, which is to say I share my body with a non-corporeal angel."

"Wow, I'm getting good at this," Buffy chuckled. She took Spike's hand before she revealed her identity. "My Conduit said that we can trust you implicitly. I'm more than just a mere Slayer. I'm the Slayer Sultana."

"Sultana, it's a pleasure." RoseSeri blinked in astonishment. "It would be a great accomplishment to have you and your mate as clients." This would be a great coup for her firm. Maybe even enough to get her a full partnership.

"We're looking into making our house belong to us across the dimensions," Buffy replied. "There's a hotel in L.A., a penthouse suite in New York City and a residence in London we'd like to look into, also." She handed a file full of faxes over to the Penhuibin.

"Don't forget your mum's, luv," Spike interjected. "That'll give the travelers and the guardians two houses in Sunnyhell to live in, if need be."

"Thanks, Spike." Buffy leaned in to kiss the vampire on the cheek. She smiled to herself when she heard RoseSeri sigh at the sight. Buffy turned her attention back to the lawyer. "Doyle and Cordy mentioned a ritual that would use our blood to tie the ownership to us in all dimensions."

"I'm happy to do this for you, but may enquire as to who these travelers are?" RoseSeri looked from one blond to the other. "It seems a little excessive."

"There are others, counterparts, if you will," Spike said. "They need safe havens where ever they go."

"I understand." RoseSeri nodded. This was a big undertaking. The blood ritual alone would take delicate balancing. It was the ritual that would allow the house ownership to transcend the dimensional walls. "However, I'm not sure that the magic users employed by the CC are strong enough to do the amount of magic that is needed for this."

"That is so not a problem," Buffy announced. "We have several great magic users already in the clan. Here's Giles' phone number. He'll get the others in touch with you." She grabbed a small pad of paper off the desk to write the Watcher's number down. Then she handed the pad of paper to Spike, who wrote another number on the page.

RoseSeri's eyes widened in recognition. Lawyers around the world had been wondering for over a century when someone would show up at the Bank of London claiming to be the Chesterfield heir. Little did any of them realize THE Chesterfield heir would be the claimant.

"You look kinda strange there," Buffy said. "Are you alright?" She glanced over at Spike.

"This is just unexpected is all," RoseSeri answered. "All lawyers, human or demonic, know about the Chesterfield fortune. The last heir of the line, Lord William Jamison, disappeared with his mother in 1880."

Buffy reached out to take Spike's hand. Now that they were mentally connected they had no secrets whatsoever, and the Slayer knew the reason behind the disappearance of William's mother. She could feel the tremendous love and guilt that went hand in hand when the bleached blond vampire thought about the woman who had brought him into the world. At times like this, she wondered if there was a way to contact someone who had died. If her mate could hear his mother's forgiveness from her own lips, maybe it would ease some of the sense of loss the vampire still felt, even after all these decades. Buffy also knew that Wesley was on the wrong side of the family to know that Spike had a big inheritance awaiting him in England.

"We look forward to seeing you in a few days," Spike said. He rose to his feet, and he stuck out his hand. "There's an extra commission in this if you get the ritual done within five days."

"Of course." RoseSeri rose to her feet, also. She shook Spike's hand, and then she shook Buffy's. "I will contact you when its time."

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A FEW DAYS LATER

"It's done," RoseSeri announced. She glanced at the tired witches and mages. "The buildings now belong to William Jamison and Buffy Summers. So mote it be."

"So mote it be," intoned the magic makers.

"Thank-God," Buffy muttered. She watched as the cut on her wrist healed itself instantly. "Now, the others need to be informed."

"As you command, Sultana," RoseSeri said reverently. She had some business in other dimensions now. It was time to earn her commision.





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