Into Every Generation
a/n: My first fanfic ever. Set after the 6th season. Please review it, good or bad.
A lone figure dressed in ripped jeans and a black leather jacket sat at the airport waiting for his plane to depart. He held a ticket from London, England to Los Angeles, California. The young man had never left England before. He was both scared and excited to feel the warm California sunshine on his pale face. It had been decided by some that he was the best for this job. Although he was the youngest, he was also the smartest, strongest, and most resourceful man for the job. He wasn't nervous as he thought he should be and was surprised by the calm he felt within himself. He looked up as someone sat next to him.
"I just want you to know I'm very proud of you Tristan. Your mother wanted me to give you this if you became a watcher. She would have been so proud of you. The youngest watcher in council history. In my family." The older man smiled as they stood and warmly embraced. The older man handed Tristan a silver crucifix on a silver chain. "I'm sorry I'm not coming with you, but if I go I'll never get away."
"It's OK," said the young man, putting on the cross, "I'm a big boy now."
"Any chance you'll tell me who the new slayer is?"
"You know I can't tell you till she agrees to rid the world of evil and all that jazz." Tristan shook his head at his uncle.
"I know, I know. Theres one more thing, before you go. Please dye your hair a normal colour before you meet the new slayer?" the older man pleaded.
Tristan grabbed a few of his brightly coloured dreads and peered up at them. He loved his hair. Every colour of the rainbow. He grinned up at the man standing next to him. "No way in hell." He picked up his bag and walked towards the gate. Turning at the entrance he raised an arm in a mock salute. "Catch ya on the flip side Uncle G!"
Rupert Giles smiled as his nephew walked through the gate.
a/n: My first fanfic ever. Set after the 6th season. Please review it, good or bad.
A lone figure dressed in ripped jeans and a black leather jacket sat at the airport waiting for his plane to depart. He held a ticket from London, England to Los Angeles, California. The young man had never left England before. He was both scared and excited to feel the warm California sunshine on his pale face. It had been decided by some that he was the best for this job. Although he was the youngest, he was also the smartest, strongest, and most resourceful man for the job. He wasn't nervous as he thought he should be and was surprised by the calm he felt within himself. He looked up as someone sat next to him.
"I just want you to know I'm very proud of you Tristan. Your mother wanted me to give you this if you became a watcher. She would have been so proud of you. The youngest watcher in council history. In my family." The older man smiled as they stood and warmly embraced. The older man handed Tristan a silver crucifix on a silver chain. "I'm sorry I'm not coming with you, but if I go I'll never get away."
"It's OK," said the young man, putting on the cross, "I'm a big boy now."
"Any chance you'll tell me who the new slayer is?"
"You know I can't tell you till she agrees to rid the world of evil and all that jazz." Tristan shook his head at his uncle.
"I know, I know. Theres one more thing, before you go. Please dye your hair a normal colour before you meet the new slayer?" the older man pleaded.
Tristan grabbed a few of his brightly coloured dreads and peered up at them. He loved his hair. Every colour of the rainbow. He grinned up at the man standing next to him. "No way in hell." He picked up his bag and walked towards the gate. Turning at the entrance he raised an arm in a mock salute. "Catch ya on the flip side Uncle G!"
Rupert Giles smiled as his nephew walked through the gate.