New Scooby on The Block
Dedication: to the greatness that is Insane1. Briulliant stoiries, and someone who reviews, and someone who will asave my little stories on occasion. She hates Dawn, here's a story she will find satsifying.
Disclaimer: Don't shoot! Me innocent, me no own, me plead guilty!
Setting: Season 7/ season 4 England for Giles, America for BTVS andAI crew. All will be revealed.
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Giles was sitting at his desk in his study, as he leafed through some papers the Council had given him to file. It was tedious, and time onsuming, but the best thing about it was the Watcher's retreat coming up in a week's time. And that new Watcher, Fiona who seemed to like the look of him. He suddenly read a passsage, and stared at the old paper, shocked. Carefully, he cleaned his glasses, as he reread the section, again and again.
I've got to call Buffy
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In the Summers house, Dawn's birthday was *finally* being celebrated. The music was loud, and tasteless, the munchies were disgusting, and Dawn was surrounded by friends, loving every minute of it, while the Scoobies hid miserably in the kitchen.
"The house has been invaded by something I can't kill," Buffy said, her head propped up on her hands.
"Calm, Buff, they can't do anything really dangerous, they're seventeen year olds!" Xander reassuired her.
"Yeah, seventeen year olds who's main aim in life is to rub up against one another!" Buffy replied ruefully, then looked shocked at what she'd just said.
"I should have locked the bedrooms! And put away all sharp objects! And.." she trailed off, as Willow grinned. "What?" "Sorry, it's just you making a big fuss about this, and you're the one who desouled Angel on her birthday!" Willow replied. Since her return from a rehabilitation centre, she had returned to the easy to talk to Willow, with added confidence. Oz had returned, and helped her through it, and although Willow was never, as she put it, "returning to Boys Town," the two were good friends, althouugh the subject of Tara was one avoided.
The doorbell rang, and Buffy was elected the one to wade through the wreckage to the front door. Pulling open the door, she stood and stared at the two people standing on the doorstep.
"Angel?"
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Angel stood, and sort of squirmed. Connor watched his dad in amusement, a 250 odd vampire scared of his soulmate? It was hilarious to watch.
"Yeah. Buffy, can we come in?" Buffy sized up the guy standing beside Angel.
"I'm guessing this is Connor, right?" The short phone call in which Angel had explained everything as quickly as possible told her who this person would be. "Hi Miss Summers, I'm Connor," he said politely, shooting a look at his Dad. The woman was tiny! How could she scare his father so easily?
Dawn danced over from a group of people, to the door.
"Ooh, new person! I'm Miss Summers, can I help you?" The glances she was giving him made Connor feel distinctly uncomfortable.
"No, I don't think so," he replied, giving her a definate brush off. Dawn seemed to ignore it.
"Oh, come on. Come in, eat cake, listen to music, party! Have fun!" Connor gave a desperate 'Get me out of here before desperate teenager eats me!' look to his dad, and being a typical dad, Angel ushered him into the room.
Thanks *so* much, Dad. Remind me of what to get you for father's day, a nice Stake, perhaps?
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"So, Angel, why you here?" Xander's normal question/comment covered what everyone wanted to know.
"Er, well, Giles told me to. He's come up with a new crisis, and one he needs our help with. All of us. So he rang, and we came." Angel stated. Everyone looked rather nervous.
"A *new* crisis? Why does this keep happening? Wasn't Glory enough?" Anya said.
"I don't think he meant apocalypse bad, just generally bad, right Dad?" Connor said, walking into the kitchen.
"Why are you in here? Didn't Dawn introduce you to some nice Sunnydale teens?" Angel asked. Connor rolled his eyes.
"Uh, how old are you Connor?" Buffy asked. Connor looked puzzled.
"Seventeen, and a lot of months, why?" he said, perpexed.
"Dawn's on 'I need a crush, and you'll do' scout at the moment, and you being even two months older than her means you fit right in!" Buffy grinned.
"So she's not *normally* pushy, overly flirtatious, and boring?" Connor asked incredulous.
"I don't think Connor's people skills are that good yet. Too much time with Cordy," Angel laughed, swatting his son on the shoulder.
"Ow!" Connor said, staring at him.
"Shut up!" Angel said out of the corner of his mouth.
Just then, the phone rang, and everyone dived for it.
"Hi Giles!" Dawn said, happily.
Dedication: to the greatness that is Insane1. Briulliant stoiries, and someone who reviews, and someone who will asave my little stories on occasion. She hates Dawn, here's a story she will find satsifying.
Disclaimer: Don't shoot! Me innocent, me no own, me plead guilty!
Setting: Season 7/ season 4 England for Giles, America for BTVS andAI crew. All will be revealed.
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Giles was sitting at his desk in his study, as he leafed through some papers the Council had given him to file. It was tedious, and time onsuming, but the best thing about it was the Watcher's retreat coming up in a week's time. And that new Watcher, Fiona who seemed to like the look of him. He suddenly read a passsage, and stared at the old paper, shocked. Carefully, he cleaned his glasses, as he reread the section, again and again.
I've got to call Buffy
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In the Summers house, Dawn's birthday was *finally* being celebrated. The music was loud, and tasteless, the munchies were disgusting, and Dawn was surrounded by friends, loving every minute of it, while the Scoobies hid miserably in the kitchen.
"The house has been invaded by something I can't kill," Buffy said, her head propped up on her hands.
"Calm, Buff, they can't do anything really dangerous, they're seventeen year olds!" Xander reassuired her.
"Yeah, seventeen year olds who's main aim in life is to rub up against one another!" Buffy replied ruefully, then looked shocked at what she'd just said.
"I should have locked the bedrooms! And put away all sharp objects! And.." she trailed off, as Willow grinned. "What?" "Sorry, it's just you making a big fuss about this, and you're the one who desouled Angel on her birthday!" Willow replied. Since her return from a rehabilitation centre, she had returned to the easy to talk to Willow, with added confidence. Oz had returned, and helped her through it, and although Willow was never, as she put it, "returning to Boys Town," the two were good friends, althouugh the subject of Tara was one avoided.
The doorbell rang, and Buffy was elected the one to wade through the wreckage to the front door. Pulling open the door, she stood and stared at the two people standing on the doorstep.
"Angel?"
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Angel stood, and sort of squirmed. Connor watched his dad in amusement, a 250 odd vampire scared of his soulmate? It was hilarious to watch.
"Yeah. Buffy, can we come in?" Buffy sized up the guy standing beside Angel.
"I'm guessing this is Connor, right?" The short phone call in which Angel had explained everything as quickly as possible told her who this person would be. "Hi Miss Summers, I'm Connor," he said politely, shooting a look at his Dad. The woman was tiny! How could she scare his father so easily?
Dawn danced over from a group of people, to the door.
"Ooh, new person! I'm Miss Summers, can I help you?" The glances she was giving him made Connor feel distinctly uncomfortable.
"No, I don't think so," he replied, giving her a definate brush off. Dawn seemed to ignore it.
"Oh, come on. Come in, eat cake, listen to music, party! Have fun!" Connor gave a desperate 'Get me out of here before desperate teenager eats me!' look to his dad, and being a typical dad, Angel ushered him into the room.
Thanks *so* much, Dad. Remind me of what to get you for father's day, a nice Stake, perhaps?
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"So, Angel, why you here?" Xander's normal question/comment covered what everyone wanted to know.
"Er, well, Giles told me to. He's come up with a new crisis, and one he needs our help with. All of us. So he rang, and we came." Angel stated. Everyone looked rather nervous.
"A *new* crisis? Why does this keep happening? Wasn't Glory enough?" Anya said.
"I don't think he meant apocalypse bad, just generally bad, right Dad?" Connor said, walking into the kitchen.
"Why are you in here? Didn't Dawn introduce you to some nice Sunnydale teens?" Angel asked. Connor rolled his eyes.
"Uh, how old are you Connor?" Buffy asked. Connor looked puzzled.
"Seventeen, and a lot of months, why?" he said, perpexed.
"Dawn's on 'I need a crush, and you'll do' scout at the moment, and you being even two months older than her means you fit right in!" Buffy grinned.
"So she's not *normally* pushy, overly flirtatious, and boring?" Connor asked incredulous.
"I don't think Connor's people skills are that good yet. Too much time with Cordy," Angel laughed, swatting his son on the shoulder.
"Ow!" Connor said, staring at him.
"Shut up!" Angel said out of the corner of his mouth.
Just then, the phone rang, and everyone dived for it.
"Hi Giles!" Dawn said, happily.