The 12th Holder- She Comes to Town
When we left our Scoobies, Giles was laying on the floor of the Magic shop with Anya (hee hee hee) after Willow strips him (hee hee hee) of his power. Buffy and Dawn and "best friends forever" again, and Xander was a good friend to his dear Willow. Spike is evil again (supposedly) and Tara is still and probably will be forever dead. May she rest in piece.
Anya sighed as she swept the dwindling hairs from Rupert Giles' forehead. After her love Tara had died, Willow had taken his powers, rendering him useless, but otherwise fine. Unfortunately, he was left on the floor of the Magic Box, with Anya. "Do you think they've stopped her?" "Not a clue. But, maybe they did! And, I'm sure they're all fine. Buffy, Dawn, Willow, they should be fine." "I can tell you're still mad at Xander." "Obviously. I wish I could claim vengeance on him though. Oh well, there's always another time." "Sounds cheery." "Doesn't it, Rupert?" a soft, British voice opinioned behind them. Both Anya and Giles looked up to see a cloaked figure in the shadows. Among the ruins, a light radiated from its obviously female body. Lifting the hood of the robes off, she revealed an older face, presumably early thirties, with wavy red hair and a small mole on her nose. "Didn't recognize, did you?" "Juliet." "You're wounded, love. Here, let me help." She knelt down beside him, next to Anya, and kissed him gently on the cheek, "At least you're alive." "Hi! I'm Anya, a friend of Giles'. Another friend of ours, Willow, kinda took his powers when she became evil, but it's not really her fault, you see." "Her lover was killed and now she's a scorned woman." "Actually, you're right! That was what happened. Seems that's been happening to everybody these days. Xander, *another* friend of ours, left me at the altar a few months ago. It was awful!" "I've heard tell." "It was bad. Then I got my powers back, I'm a vengeance demon you know, and now this mess came up. So, can you help him?" "Anyanka, I want you to find Willow and bring her here. The sooner we can restore Rupert's abilities, the easier recovery will be." "Right on it.hey! How did you know my real name?" "Darling, you're a vengeance demon and I know all of their names." "That sounds about right. I'll be back." Anya went scampering off, delighted to be of use, and recognized. When Juliet saw that she was gone, she leaned down closer to Rupert. "I knew you were in trouble." "I've been in trouble for years." "I know." Weakly, he managed to lift a hand, which grazed her left cheek, "You aged well." "You look handsome yourself." "I'm glad you came back." "I'm glad I didn't have to go back to England to find you." "Look who's here!" Anya cheered, dragging Xander Harris with a teary Willow Rosenberg behind him. Juliet stood, "Willow, and give me your hand." "Okay." She obeyed and placed her hand in the tiny manicured hand of Juliet. The minute their skin touched, she pulled Willow down to the ground near Giles'. When she took his hand in her other, Juliet chanted a few lines and sparks flew. "Ooh, we're missing some quality Wiggins time," Buffy smiled as she and Dawn entered the ruins of the Magic Box, "What's goin on?" "I think she's giving Giles' back his powers," Dawn whispered. Willow pulled away in fright as he sat up, "Listen, Giles, I'm so sorry. I was mad, and I'm sorry. Please don't be mad!" But Giles heard nothing of it. Still holding on to Juliet's hand, he pulled her closer, kissing her passionately on the lips. "I don't think he cares, Will," laughed Xander. The two pulled apart and Juliet murmured, "America agrees with you." Giles whispered back, "I'm afraid it does," he turned to the others, "Uh, Buffy, everybody, this is Juliet Lawson. She's the 12th Holder, and a dear friend of mine." "Well that part we can tell!" Anya glared. Buffy took an impatient breath, "Giles, uh, what *is* a 12th Holder?" "I cannot believe you do not recognize me. Buffy Summers, I was also known as Miss Juliet Harvey to you. Remember? In ninth grade?" The Slayer laughed, "You're not a brunette anymore." "Blondes don't have more fun, and neither do brunettes. I adore being a redhead." "Wait, you two know each other?" Willow gulped. "Juliet was the first to tell me that I was the Slayer. She tried to keep me out of trouble, but it didn't help. Are your burns healed?" Buffy asked Juliet. "Unfortunately no. I still have the scars on my back." "From a fire?" inquired Dawn. "The gym was full of vampires, and they were going to kill her." "And Buffy here lit a fire and killed all of them."
" But you got burned." "But you saved Los Angeles." "Sorry I never called." "It's alright. I never tried to either." "Okay," nodded Xander, "One mystery solved. Now, Giles, how do you know Juliet?" "Watchers and Holders are supposed to work together. When we started working together, one thing lead to another and a relationship bloomed," the Watcher answered. "How come you're the 12th Holder?" "Every Slayer has Holders, or women who take care of them until they're ready to slay. The 12th Holder, the last one, tells them the truth and then they meet their Watcher," Anya explained. Dawn grinned, "Been researching much?" "Actually, I have. I knew a 5th Holder and just found out she died. I kinda wanted to know what happened." "Well, I guess we should start cleaning this mess up now that we've figured out everything," Willow shrugged. Giles stood up, and helped Juliet up as well, "Yes, but how do we clean this up?" He pointed to the destruction around him. Glass had been shattered, books scattered, and potions splattered. Debris lay everywhere and none of the Scoobies had any idea of where to start. "Do you mind?" Juliet requested. "Go ahead," breathed Xander, obviously uncomfortable. Pointing her finger, she began to turn it in a circle. Slowly, objects moved back to their original positions, and it appeared the shop was rewinding. Books went back to their shelves, potions refilled their reassembled bottles, and glass pieces were brought together. Putting her arm around Juliet, Buffy said, "I forgot you could do that."
When we left our Scoobies, Giles was laying on the floor of the Magic shop with Anya (hee hee hee) after Willow strips him (hee hee hee) of his power. Buffy and Dawn and "best friends forever" again, and Xander was a good friend to his dear Willow. Spike is evil again (supposedly) and Tara is still and probably will be forever dead. May she rest in piece.
Anya sighed as she swept the dwindling hairs from Rupert Giles' forehead. After her love Tara had died, Willow had taken his powers, rendering him useless, but otherwise fine. Unfortunately, he was left on the floor of the Magic Box, with Anya. "Do you think they've stopped her?" "Not a clue. But, maybe they did! And, I'm sure they're all fine. Buffy, Dawn, Willow, they should be fine." "I can tell you're still mad at Xander." "Obviously. I wish I could claim vengeance on him though. Oh well, there's always another time." "Sounds cheery." "Doesn't it, Rupert?" a soft, British voice opinioned behind them. Both Anya and Giles looked up to see a cloaked figure in the shadows. Among the ruins, a light radiated from its obviously female body. Lifting the hood of the robes off, she revealed an older face, presumably early thirties, with wavy red hair and a small mole on her nose. "Didn't recognize, did you?" "Juliet." "You're wounded, love. Here, let me help." She knelt down beside him, next to Anya, and kissed him gently on the cheek, "At least you're alive." "Hi! I'm Anya, a friend of Giles'. Another friend of ours, Willow, kinda took his powers when she became evil, but it's not really her fault, you see." "Her lover was killed and now she's a scorned woman." "Actually, you're right! That was what happened. Seems that's been happening to everybody these days. Xander, *another* friend of ours, left me at the altar a few months ago. It was awful!" "I've heard tell." "It was bad. Then I got my powers back, I'm a vengeance demon you know, and now this mess came up. So, can you help him?" "Anyanka, I want you to find Willow and bring her here. The sooner we can restore Rupert's abilities, the easier recovery will be." "Right on it.hey! How did you know my real name?" "Darling, you're a vengeance demon and I know all of their names." "That sounds about right. I'll be back." Anya went scampering off, delighted to be of use, and recognized. When Juliet saw that she was gone, she leaned down closer to Rupert. "I knew you were in trouble." "I've been in trouble for years." "I know." Weakly, he managed to lift a hand, which grazed her left cheek, "You aged well." "You look handsome yourself." "I'm glad you came back." "I'm glad I didn't have to go back to England to find you." "Look who's here!" Anya cheered, dragging Xander Harris with a teary Willow Rosenberg behind him. Juliet stood, "Willow, and give me your hand." "Okay." She obeyed and placed her hand in the tiny manicured hand of Juliet. The minute their skin touched, she pulled Willow down to the ground near Giles'. When she took his hand in her other, Juliet chanted a few lines and sparks flew. "Ooh, we're missing some quality Wiggins time," Buffy smiled as she and Dawn entered the ruins of the Magic Box, "What's goin on?" "I think she's giving Giles' back his powers," Dawn whispered. Willow pulled away in fright as he sat up, "Listen, Giles, I'm so sorry. I was mad, and I'm sorry. Please don't be mad!" But Giles heard nothing of it. Still holding on to Juliet's hand, he pulled her closer, kissing her passionately on the lips. "I don't think he cares, Will," laughed Xander. The two pulled apart and Juliet murmured, "America agrees with you." Giles whispered back, "I'm afraid it does," he turned to the others, "Uh, Buffy, everybody, this is Juliet Lawson. She's the 12th Holder, and a dear friend of mine." "Well that part we can tell!" Anya glared. Buffy took an impatient breath, "Giles, uh, what *is* a 12th Holder?" "I cannot believe you do not recognize me. Buffy Summers, I was also known as Miss Juliet Harvey to you. Remember? In ninth grade?" The Slayer laughed, "You're not a brunette anymore." "Blondes don't have more fun, and neither do brunettes. I adore being a redhead." "Wait, you two know each other?" Willow gulped. "Juliet was the first to tell me that I was the Slayer. She tried to keep me out of trouble, but it didn't help. Are your burns healed?" Buffy asked Juliet. "Unfortunately no. I still have the scars on my back." "From a fire?" inquired Dawn. "The gym was full of vampires, and they were going to kill her." "And Buffy here lit a fire and killed all of them."
" But you got burned." "But you saved Los Angeles." "Sorry I never called." "It's alright. I never tried to either." "Okay," nodded Xander, "One mystery solved. Now, Giles, how do you know Juliet?" "Watchers and Holders are supposed to work together. When we started working together, one thing lead to another and a relationship bloomed," the Watcher answered. "How come you're the 12th Holder?" "Every Slayer has Holders, or women who take care of them until they're ready to slay. The 12th Holder, the last one, tells them the truth and then they meet their Watcher," Anya explained. Dawn grinned, "Been researching much?" "Actually, I have. I knew a 5th Holder and just found out she died. I kinda wanted to know what happened." "Well, I guess we should start cleaning this mess up now that we've figured out everything," Willow shrugged. Giles stood up, and helped Juliet up as well, "Yes, but how do we clean this up?" He pointed to the destruction around him. Glass had been shattered, books scattered, and potions splattered. Debris lay everywhere and none of the Scoobies had any idea of where to start. "Do you mind?" Juliet requested. "Go ahead," breathed Xander, obviously uncomfortable. Pointing her finger, she began to turn it in a circle. Slowly, objects moved back to their original positions, and it appeared the shop was rewinding. Books went back to their shelves, potions refilled their reassembled bottles, and glass pieces were brought together. Putting her arm around Juliet, Buffy said, "I forgot you could do that."