A/N: Okay, this wouldn't fit into the 'Greater Instincts' plot, so here's how Andrew stayed with the Scoobies between the time Sunnydale blew up and 'Greater Instincts'.
When I Learned To Care About More
Andrew watched the woman as she drove up to them. She looked at the gaping hole that was the Hellmouth. She ran to Buffy, her dark hair blown back by the wind. It was almost as if it was in slow motion. She spoke quietly to the Scooby Gang. Andrew thought of running off. Anya had died protecting him, of all people, and he had killed his best friend. The rest of them hated him, and he hated himself.
She had left her keys in her car. Why not add grand theft larceny to his rap sheet that involved murder? But just as he made it to the car, he saw the car seats. Three babies, two of them asleep, were in the car. Just as he began to unstrap the first car seat, the third baby grabbed his finger in her tiny palm.
He looked down in shock as a calming affect washed over him. Her blue eyes focused sharply on his.
* But you can't leave them. You can't leave her. She hasn't gotten to know you yet, and you may be hers. You can't leave us. They need you. *
Suddenly, the woman returned, a worried look on her face. She scanned each of the babies faces', checking for anything.
"What's wrong? Are the babies ok? Did they cry?" She asked, fear in her eyes.
Andrew felt his heart skip a few beats. He swallowed sharply.
"No, I - I was gonna turn your car off. Don't want to kill the engine."
"You mean the battery?" She said, chuckling softly.
"Yeah, that - that's what I meant."
"I'm Amy."
"Andrew. Is my name."
"Nice to meet you Andrew."
"Amy!" Giles called.
"Can you keep an eye on them for me?"
"Sure. I can do that."
She smiled broadly, "Thanks, Andrew. You're a real stand-up guy."
He turned back to the little girl, who was holding her arms up to him. Andrew picked up the baby and watched. He had finally found a place in the Scooby gang. And he found something he could care about.