Chapter 2

Harry, Neville, Clark, Logan and Scott sat on the wall opposite the school watching as the kids loitered outside waiting for the bell to ring and school to start.

Faith was sitting next to Logan, she was old enough for High School but the guys had said they would home school her for a year and get her ready to skip a year and start the following year.

Faith was not who they were interested in at the moment.

It was the blonde haired girl exiting the large SUV that held their attention along with the young man weaving his way precariously through the throng of students on a skateboard.

Then they saw him notice the blonde.

And flip straight over the railings for the stairs.

"I swear, I am heading through the portal tonight so I can call on Xander's soul and laugh at him for that." Clark chuckled.

"Still can't believe that putz manages to wield a lightsabre in the future." Logan said with slight disgust.

The bell rang and the students entered the school.

"And I still can't believe you bastards tricked me into teaching Faith everything." He grumbled.

"Someone needs to stay with her and show her the ropes. You didn't want to work in the school so this is what you get." Scott smirked victoriously.

"Bastards."

Getting positions in the school was a fairly easy thing to do for the group of ancient inter-dimensional trouble-shooters. Money was usually considered the route of all evil. In this case it was the route out of evil… 'evil' being the hellmouth.

When three members of the school staff were told they had won a surprise lottery by shopping at the right places they had instantly quit and moved on to bigger and better things.

With a couple of million apiece they weren't going to question it.

From there it had taken just a few minutes for Harry to stroll into the now completely panicking Principal's office and offer him a solution to his vacant positions in the form of himself, Scott and Neville.

Harry was still peeved that he had lost the coin toss to Clark over who should be the school doctor.

Aside from having to deal with students all day (and the repeated annoyance of gold-digging harpies) he was stuck just metres away from the Hellmouth.

Harry had been to all manner of hell dimensions and underworlds. But the demonic taint in this universe was sickening. It had tainted the very magic itself. Clark, Harry and Neville were like lights in the darkness seen from afar. The darkness surrounded them but didn't touch them.

Logan and Scott were forbidden from using magic in this universe as they couldn't cleanse the magic. Harry had put their cores into a sort of coma. They would have to rely on their mutant abilities and enchanted items crafted by Neville, Harry and Clark.

Logan had bought a motorcycle and several cars and was currently working on making them use rune-based magic. He was not going to suffer the stench and sounds of combustion engines again.

The bottom line for this universe was that Harry would not be making magicals until the demonic presence and the hellmouth had been dealt with and that could take centuries.

The Phoenix Council had warned them that most of the controlling demons were above the level of gods; they were more akin to hybrid gods and avatars.

This meant the dimensional trouble-shooters would need to keep a low profile if they didn't want to start a huge fight that would decimate the population of the planet.

For now they were just a bunch of men doing their jobs.

"Miss Summers, you're the new student, yes?"

The short blonde with the smart mouth looked up with distrust at the smiling dark haired Brit that had approached her in the bustling corridor. "Yes."

"Excellent. I need you to come and give me your medical details. I'm Doctor Potter, the school's on site physician."

"But it's lunch time." She objected.

"That's ok, I can give you lunch. Most of this will be me asking questions. Other than that I just need you to stand on a scale and let me take your weight and height. You can tell me the rest of your measurements, yes?"

"Fine." Buffy sighed.

As soon as they were through the door of Harry's office she closed the door quickly and leaned against it to make sure no one entered.

"Are you with the Council?" She demanded.

"The Watcher's Council? No Miss Summers. I have no association with them." Harry smiled as he stepped forward and gently pulled her away from the door to open it. "There will be less gossip if people can see we aren't… misbehaving." Harry winked at her.

He indicated for her to follow him to the back of the room. "Shoes, belt and as many accessories off as you can manage without disrobing please." He instructed.

"If you aren't a Watcher how do you know 'bout them?" She demanded quietly.

"Because the world is a big place and vampires and demons are everywhere. If you pay attention you can learn a lot." Harry indicated she should stand on the old fashioned scales.

"Hmm, you need to eat more young lady. You are under weight. With your enhanced metabolism there is no excuse for you not to eat plenty, you are practically incapable of becoming fat." Harry scolded.

"How do you know I'm- what I am?" She asked as she checked the door for eavesdroppers.

Harry leaned in with a grin. "Because I am more than human."

Buffy tensed and took a step back.

"Oh relax. I am neither vampire nor demon." Harry chided. "I was born human but became something more."

"Like what?" She asked.

"A story for another time. Now stand up straight." Harry ordered as he adjusted the slide on the height measuring device. "And your height confirms the fact that you are under weight. Now take a seat and start eating." He ordered.

Buffy was shocked when food appeared out of thin air. "How did you do that?"

"Magic. Wonderful thing it is." Harry sighed. "It's just a shame I can't help more people use it."

"Why?"

Harry frowned. "What do you know about this town?"

"It's not LA." She pouted moodily. "None of my friends are here. There are no decent shops. The boys are-"

"I meant from a Slayer's perspective." Harry rolled his eyes. He knew he should have rigged that coin.

"Oh. No idea. Don't know, don't care." She said emphatically. "Like I told that librarian/Watcher: I am out of the Slayer business."

"Your last Watcher didn't tell you much about being a Slayer, did he?" Harry sighed. "You are a mystical being… of sorts. The demonic will be attracted to you. Most of the lower demons will fear you and shy away but the bigger and more ambitious ones, well… they will want to test themselves against you.

"And that doesn't even begin to address the fact that there is an actual gateway to a hell dimension under the school library."

"Hell?" Buffy asked with wide fearful eyes. "Fire, brimstone-"

"Torture, beings of unspeakable horrors. The usual." Harry nodded.

"Maybe if I set the gym on fire my Mom will make us move again." Buffy muttered to herself.

"Doesn't matter where you go you will always be the Slayer… unless I can figure out how to separate the demonic essence from you."

"DEMONIC ESSENCE?!"

Harry was so glad he had automated privacy spells on his office. "Yes. But don't worry, I will work on it."

"With your… voodoo?" She wiggled her fingers.

"Do you want to be a Slayer or not?" Harry challenged.

"No, no, just checking." Buffy leaned back quickly.

"Good, if I do it right then there won't be another Slayer ever. No one else will have to go through what you did."

Harry stood up and waved a hand at the table clearing away the empty plates.

Buffy was surprised… she didn't actually remember eating.

"Now, if you want to talk then feel free to come and see me. In the meantime I suggest you give some strong consideration to informing your mother about what you are."

"Last time I tried she put me in a loony bin. Pass."

"Last time you didn't have someone willing to back up your story with proof." Harry countered. "Wouldn't you prefer that your mother stopped looking at you like a ticking time bomb? Just waiting to hear you've gone on a rampage and set another building on fire?"

"Fine, I'll think about it." She grumbled as she headed off muttering to herself about pushy Englishmen.

The rest of the day was rather calm.

Right up until they found the dead guy in the girl's locker room.

"Yep. He's dead." Harry confirmed with a very serious expression as he turned to Neville who was there to help him handle the body.

Neville just rolled his eyes. Of course the guy was dead. Eyes open and glassy, chalk-white skin, two puncture holes in his neck, ice cold, no pulse. Not that Harry had checked for those. Neville had just told him there was a dead guy and he had turned up.

Outside the locker room were students, eager to see inside. Humans are morbid creatures.

"I'm not feeling anything specifically demonic, but it is hard to tell this close to the Hellmouth." Neville admitted.

"No blood in the mouth." Harry shrugged. "It was probably just a vampire having a meal. This is not the ideal place to stash a victim you just turned. They probably thought it would be a laugh to scare the owner of the locker."

After handing the body to the authorities Neville began cleaning up the locker room. Sunnydale PD was not big on crime scene investigations. They believed the old adage about criminals returning to the scene of the crime and they had no intention of being present when they did.

Harry returned to his office to start the necessary paperwork for the cops. Not that they would request it of course, but Harry took medicine very seriously.

"Was this my fault?"

Harry looked up to see Buffy Summers storming into his office; she was clearly anxious, angry and upset. Not a good combination.

"Did that guy die because there was a Vampire Slayer here?" She expanded.

Harry reached back behind him and picked up the newspaper that he had left on the windowsill. "Take a seat, Buffy. You're going to need it." He said as he flicked through the pages, quickly finding what he was looking for. "Read both pages."

Buffy frowned but she started reading.

Five minutes later her eyes were wide in disbelief. "Half of these are vampire kills!"

"And most of the rest are other demonic attacks." Harry added. "I told you that this town is over a Hellmouth. Vampires and demons will know you are here but they were definitely here first.

"So, no. This is far from your fault."

"Giles says I am supposed to stop this type of thing from happening, he says it's my duty." She grumbled.

"It is the duty of every sentient being to stop this sort of thing from happening." Harry scoffed. "Ask your Mr. Giles whether he intends to grab a stake and go hunting tonight."

"A Slayer slays, a Watcher watches." She scowled as she recalled an earlier conversation with the new school librarian.

Harry just laughed. "That's the problem with Watchers and the Council. They are so full of themselves, they think that they are the only ones capable of guiding the Slayer. They think they are the only ones who defend the innocent from the evils of the night.

"The problem is that not a single one of them has ever picked up a stake and faced a vampire." Harry sneered before his expression softened and he looked at her compassionately. "Do what you want to Buffy. Saving people and the world is not something anyone should be asking of a teenage girl. If you want to help: great. If you don't: free will exists for a reason."

Logan watched from the shadows as Buffy walked away from an encounter with the dark haired pretty boy known as 'Angel'. The guys knew a fair bit about the so-called 'vampire with a soul'. Xander had often ranted about the broody bastard, how he was a cryptic and useless lump of dead flesh with a thing for under age teenage girls.

Aside from the brooding Logan could see most of what Xander was talking about.

Occasionally Xander would admit that the idiot did some good… before screwing it all up again.

He slipped from the shadows using millennia of ingrained stealth. The only person better at stealth than him was Laura. Made him damned proud too. Not even the Amazons or Sekirei could top them.

"Seems strange for a man to be handing out crucifixes and not wear one himself." His gravelly voice cut through the crisp night air.

The man, boy really compared to him, spun around and growled his fore head protruding, eyes turning yellow and fangs elongating.

"Put 'em away boy. You ain't got nothing on me." Logan smirked as he popped the claws on one hand.

This caused Angel to take a step back.

"Now, you wanna explain to me why you're sniffing 'round the Summers girl? Think she's had enough of the cryptic crap after the past year."

"That's between me and her, stay away from her or- urk!"

Logan had him pinned to the wall with two claws on either side of his neck and the middle one poking out the back of his neck, just to the side of his spine. "Girls not yours Bub. Girls got a mind of her own. You wanna help her? More power to ya. You wanna lead her round the garden path in some pathetic attempt to impress her? Well it don't take much to cut out a man's heart or take off his head."

He retracted his claws and stepped back letting the vampire fall to the floor with blood trickling from his open throat.

"We clear, Bub?"

Angel tried to talk… but his vocal chords where shredded. So he just nodded. He wanted to say so much but he didn't have the strength, he needed blood to speed his healing. So he played it safe, he would 'live' to fight another day.

"Good. Behave and next time we can have a more civilised conversation." Logan smirked as he turned and walked calmly away.

Angel was torn between trying to follow the mysterious man and getting home to recover. In the end his sense of self-preservation won over and he headed home.

Logan had arrived at the local nightclub, The Bronze, a little later than he expected.

The first thing he noted was a fairly frantic Buffy pumping young Xander for information.

He followed from a distance as she ran through one of the many nearby graveyards with the boy trailing significantly behind her.

She was pretty damned fast and the only reason the boy could follow was because she ran in a straight line so he knew where she went.

He got caught up dispatching a few vampires that were heading in the same direction as him and when he did finally catch up to her she was outside a crypt tending to Xander with a redheaded girl he recognised as Willow.

He stayed back, not wanting to reveal himself unnecessarily.

The next day Buffy came barging back into Harry's office.

"Last night a friend of mine was taken. Where the hell where you? I thought you were going to help… or are you just like a Watcher?" She challenged.

"I wasn't there… but I had a friend trailing you. He got caught up dispatching some other vampires in your area but when he eventually got within your visual range he saw you had rescued your friends. Did he miss something?" Harry asked as he indicated for Buffy to take a seat.

But Buffy was too hyped to consider sitting still. She was too angry. Angry at herself for failing and angry at the lack of help.

"I got there in time to save Willow with her other friend Xander. They got Jesse out of the way but whilst I was fighting this really strong vampire, Jesse was taken and I had to deal with more vamps."

Harry closed his eyes and focused. He then sighed and looked at Buffy sadly.

"I'm sorry, but Jesse is already dead."

"You can't know that!"

"Logic dictates what will happen. Vampires have very little self-control around living humans. But I also have more… magical ways to know."

"I prefer to see the body." Buffy scowled as she stormed out of the office.

"Logan, come to the school and keep an eye on Buffy please. We missed a victim yesterday and I think she might go after him."

"I'm supposed to be teaching Faith here." Came the grumbled response.

"I doubt you will be gone that long. If this becomes too much of a problem Clark will just have to quit the hospital."

Things were looking pretty dicey in Buffy's opinion. She had expected a bit of resistance in the form of vampires when she headed to the same mausoleum where she had lost the big vampire, Luke, the night before.

She hadn't expected to run into that mysterious stranger who had given her the crucifix again. She had no idea what the 'Harvest' was but she wasn't going to worry about it now… maybe tonight when it happened.

She also wasn't expecting 'backup' in the form of Xander Harris with a flashlight.

A flashlight she had been sorely tempted to smash him over the head with.

She should have been suspicious when they came across a wandering Jesse. But Xander had been so relieved that she just did her best to get them out of there.

Which meant she wasn't able to see the obvious trap that the newly vamped Jesse had led them into. Now the pair were trapped in a small room where the only way out was through a small grating. She couldn't switch between holding the door closed against the hordes of vampires and trying to open the grate that was too heavy for Xander.

Then salvation came as the grating opened.

Buffy thought her mysterious stranger had finally stepped up from cryptic messages to useful actions.

The scowling, sideburn framed face that blocked out the light was not the tall dark stranger she was expecting.

"What the hell are you waiting for? Get up here!" The man ordered in a gravelly voice.

"Go!" Buffy ordered Xander.

"You can't hold the door alone." Xander argued.

"She won't have to if you move it kid." The man snapped.

Buffy shoved Xander towards the, now, only viable exit. He was quickly pulled up by the stranger.

"You're next kid. Don't hesitate, don't look back just run for my hand and I will handle the rest." He assured her. "On three-"

"Three!" Buffy jumped the gun and pelted for the exit.

The man deftly caught and dragged her up but she cried out in pain as something grabbed her ankle and her knee slammed against the edge of the opening.

"Here help her out." The man instructed Xander as he shoved Buffy towards him.

The man reached down and grabbed the wrist attached to the hand holding Buffy's ankle and pulled up hard, dragging the vampire up and onto the street.

With both Buffy and the vamp clear, the man kicked the grating back in place sealing the now screaming dead man topside in the bright Californian sun.

He stepped back and watched in satisfaction as the vamp died as a screaming pile of ashes.

"Who the hell are you?" Buffy demanded.

"Call me Logan kid. I'm a friend of Harry's."

"You were the one following me last night?"

"I prefer to think of it as watching your back. And I'm sorry I wasn't able to get there in time to help save your other friend."

"Is… is that what will happen to Jesse… if he goes in sun light?" Xander asked with a very dry mouth.

"No kid. Jesse is dead. Best remember that."

"But we saw him. Isn't there a cure?" Xander argued.

"Vampires are like body snatchers." Logan explained as he helped the kids up. "They kill the original host and then take the body for themselves. All the chemicals in the brain are still intact so they have access to the previous host's memories… but the host is gone. The soul crosses over.

"Next time you see that vamp walking around in your friend's body… honour his memory by staking the bastard inside it."

"He's really dead? There's no way to retrieve the soul?"

"It looks like Jesse, talks like Jesse, thinks like Jesse but it is not Jesse." Buffy said sadly.

"It's not easy killing something with the face of a loved one. I know; I've been there. But if you don't want the memory of your friend destroyed by the vamp using his body… kill it.

"Oh, and don't even think about trying to play with necromancy. The guardians of the afterlife get very pissy when people try and steal souls from them. The souls themselves get kind of pissed as well." Logan snorted.

"How do you know?"

"You've only been in the fight for a year now kid." He told Buffy. "I've been in it a lot longer. I'll let you two head back to school on your own. If you need help then see Harry. He can contact me and I'll try and help out."

"Why doesn't Harry help out himself?" Buffy challenged.

"Because at the minute all we are dealing with his pest control. If Harry gets involved it will be full scale war." Logan said seriously before he pulled out a cigar and walked off.

"That is one scary dude." Xander said quietly.

"At least he's more helpful then some people." Buffy scowled.

"Hey!"

"Not you."

It was the end of the school day and Harry was sitting there just reading one of the latest medical journals. It was always smart to read them to make sure you knew just what level their technology was at.

"The Harvest: What do you know?"

"Nice to see you too Miss Summers." Harry remarked dryly.

"Hey, I've got more people about to die and it has to do with the Harvest. If you can help; great."

"The harvest is a time of year when farmers head into the fields and pens to collect the produce of the latest season."

Buffy just stared at him.

"Perhaps if you took my statement and put it into whatever context you so conveniently forgot to give me it will make more sense." Harry smirked.

"Vampires. The Harvest is something to do with vampires and some major big bad called The Master." Buffy said in annoyance.

"Then the answer is obvious and my information stands." Harry nodded. "What do vampires do? What would they consider a harvest?" He prompted.

"Gah! I just hit things! I don't do the thinking!" Buffy said in frustration.

"Congratulations. Your life expectancy is now six months. Want it to be longer? Start using your brain." Harry said mockingly.

"People are going to die and all you can do is sit there and make jokes? I thought you were a doctor." She said angrily.

"Harry is far more than just a doctor, Kid."

Buffy turned to see Logan standing in the doorway. "Then why doesn't he do more than give cryptic speeches?"

"He's not. That pasty bastard of a vampire that gave you that crucifix does the cryptic shit. Harry is trying to extend your life by making you use your brain."

"He's a vampire?" Buffy said in disgust as she ripped the crucifix from her neck.

"Focus kid. People are about to die. What do vampires consider a harvest? There is only one thing they desire. One thing they really need."

"Blood. Vampires drink blood. They hunt for it. They can't survive without it. But that doesn't help me figure out what the vampire harvest is."

"Think of the places where a vampire would harvest blood, Buffy." Harry sighed.

"The mall? The Bronze? School? Places where people gather in large groups."

"Problem's not that she doesn't have the brains." Logan commented to Harry. "Problem's that she doesn't have confidence in her brains. She knows the answer already; she is just looking for affirmation that she isn't going to choose the wrong place. She is trying to shirk the responsibility of having all those deaths on her hands."

"She needs to learn to take responsibility for her own actions. Not the actions of evil vampires." Harry rolled his eyes. He turned to Buffy. "We will be having a long talk about this later. For now, go and get your stuff. We'll call in additional help."

"Wait… you know where they are going to be?" Buffy asked hopefully.

"'Course we do kid. Just like you already did before you came storming in here." Logan snorted as he walked off.

The Dimensional Trouble-shooters stayed hidden around The Bronze as they kept an eye on the vampires. They were having to rely on intel from Harry and Clark who could sense the lack of souls in the vampires and Logan's nose which could smell the death on them.

Every now and again someone in the Bronze would vanish, leaving behind a pile of dust as a fairly well built man stepped over it and moved on.

No one seemed to pay any attention to the disappearances.

Logan paid careful attention to Xander Harris.

"You aren't Jesse."

"Don't say that man, I'm still your pal." The vampire grinned. "Wouldn't you like eternal life? You never grow old, never get sick and you can get all the tasty flesh you want." He smirked salaciously as he caressed the young brunette on his other side on the cheek.

The girl shuddered in disgust.

"There is one problem though." Xander said sadly.

"Oh?" The vamp asked with humour.

Xander simply leaned forward quickly leaving a look of shock on the vamps face. "You're allergic to wood."

The heartbreak was clear on the young man's face as he gazed at the pile of ashes on the floor. "Rest in peace, Jesse."

Xander jumped as a firm hand landed on his shoulder. "Mourn later kid. Get the civies out first." Logan instructed as he indicated the brunette.

Xander just nodded. "Come on Cordy, let's get out of here."

Harry and Clark stood at the foot of the stage aghast as they watched Buffy take on the massive vampire, known as Luke, who was supposed to be playing: 'The Vessel'. The rest of The Bronze was empty thanks to the gang evacuating the place.

The Vessel was to drink the blood of humans and act as a channel for the power to flow straight to an ancient vampire known as: 'The Master'.

The Master was currently very weak and trapped beneath the town of Sunnydale, CA.

As Buffy dusted her hands of 'Vessel Dust', she turned to Harry and his hubba-hubba beefcake friend.

Then she saw the horrified looks they wore. "What?"

"That was… terrible." Harry grimaced.

"He's dead isn't he?" Buffy said indignantly.

"We're more surprised that you aren't." Clark muttered mostly to himself. "We'll discuss it later, but you need a lot of training."

"Hey!"

"Buffy, that fight should have been over the second you stepped on the stage." Harry said in exasperation.

"Did you not see the size of that guy?" Buffy argued.

"That would be my point." Harry nodded. "What possessed you to try and defeat anyone that size with a little piece of wood?"

"Because stakes kill vampires." She said patronisingly.

"That's it!" Harry said in frustration. "Starting tomorrow we are taking over your training." He indicated himself and Clark.

"Fine, you two can sort it out with Giles." She huffed.

The full compliment of Dimensional Trouble-shooters walked into the library to find Xander, Willow and Buffy putting weapons away in the book cage whilst Mr. Giles made notations in a book.

"Doctor Potter, Mr. Summers and Mr. Longbottom. How can I help you?" Giles asked carefully. It was far too late at night for people to be in the building legitimately. Just as the children and himself weren't really supposed to be there.

There was a soft snort. "Longbottom."

Everyone turned to look at the blushing culprit. "Did I say that out loud?"

"Yes Wills, you did." Xander grinned widely. "I am so proud of you."

"Just call me Neville." The aforementioned Longbottom sighed. There was a reason he wasn't fond of working with modern day teenagers and children. Not unless he was able to introduce himself as 'Mr. Neville'.

"We are here to discuss what happened tonight and look at improving Miss Summers' training." Scott said seriously as he took a seat at the large library table.

Logan indicated to the kids that they should also take a seat so Xander led Willow to a chair as she had never met the man before. Logan and Clark then took a casual stand near the door.

"Let's dispense with the denials and cover-ups Mr. Giles." Neville said seriously. "Harry confronted Buffy on her first day at the school about her being the Slayer and offered his advice and support. She has prevailed on him once or twice already and several other times that she is unaware of."

"Make me aware of them." Buffy glared at the school doctor.

"I was trailing you when tall dark and cryptic gave you that crucifix." Logan spoke up.

"You're following me?" Buffy asked scandalised.

"I prefer to call it: Watching your back." Logan smirked as he repeated his earlier statement.

"By the time we're finished with you, Miss Summers, you will instinctively know when you are being followed." Scott assured her.

"And you won't need me 'stalking' you."

"I'm sorry, just who are you people?" Giles demanded.

"Short answer: Inter-Dimensional Trouble-Shooters." Harry answered.

There was a short pause.

"And the long answer?" Xander asked.

"Would make you wet your pants." Harry grinned. "Suffice to say we have seen more than you can imagine. I am personally older than most civilisations and my power is… un-rivalled."

"You're a god?" Buffy offered.

"No. I'm a god." Clark answered. "Harry is beyond the gods."

"Whoa, can we go back about three seconds to where you claimed you were a god?" Xander said quickly.

"I am Kal-El, the Norse God of Thunder." Clark smiled as he walked up to the table.

"I do believe Thor was the Norse God of Thunder." Giles sighed as he cleaned his glasses in frustration. He had no idea how he was going to report these… lunatics to the Council.

"In most dimensions he is. In my home dimension he challenged Harry and I defeated him as Harry's Apprentice. Odin bestowed upon me his defeated son's deity." *THUD* "And his hammer."

The natives of the local dimension all stared at the massive war hammer the man had produced from nowhere and plonked on the table.

"Whoa." Xander croaked weakly.

"Is… Is this all you have to offer as proof of who you claim to be?" Giles tried to sound firm and sceptical… but he was pretty worried.

"It's all we are willing to give you." Harry said seriously. "For now at least."

"Starting tomorrow we will begin Buffy's training." Scott stated.

"I will be handling the training of yourself and Buffy's young friends here." Neville added.

"Just who do you think you are to come in here and start ordering us around?" Giles demanded as he stood up angrily.

*KRAKOOM!*

Everyone jumped back as a bolt of lightning crashed through the glass skylight and struck the table, splitting it in two.

Clark just stood there with his lightning dancing between his fingertips.

"Tomorrow after school Summers. Don't be late." Logan warned.

Scott, Neville and Harry stood from the table. Harry picked up Clark's hammer and tossed it to him as Neville repaired the table. Together the five men walked calmly out of the library leaving a shocked group of teenagers and librarian behind.

The five men came to a stumbling stop as they entered their Sunnydale home. This was thanks to Neville getting a shock at what he saw.

"Logan… you're an utter bastard." He scowled.

"What's he done?" Harry asked as he tried to peak round the taller Scott and Clark. "Oh… wait. Never mind. Logan, you're an utter bastard."

Harry had finally noticed the two souls in the house relaxing on the sofa and painting each other's toes.

"Hey, you needed me trailing Summers and someone needed to look after the kid." He grinned unrepentantly as he pushed past Neville to greet his two Sekirei.

"Out of all the people you could have picked you decided on your Sekirei. Your wives." Harry scowled.

"My responsibility, my call." He smirked.

"I don't know why you are complaining." Hibiki sighed. "It won't be long before the others give into their urges to spend time with their Ashikabi."

"This was supposed to be a guy thing!" Harry argued. "Like camping or fishing."

"Now it's a guy thing with hot girls." Logan countered as he sat between his girls so they could lean against him. "Like a strip club or wet t-shirt contest."

"LOGAN!"

There was a horrible zapping sound as the Lightning Twins lived up to their name and showed their Ashikabi their ire.

"Fine. But anyone who comes through to this world has to keep a low profile. If we raise too much attention all hell will break lose. And I mean that literally." Harry grumbled.

"Faith, I take it you've met Hibiki and Hikari." Neville asked the girl who had been woken by their loud entrance and was now standing on the stairs.

"Yeah… they're cool." She shrugged trying to sound cool herself.

"Good, then get to bed. You have school with them in the morning." Neville grinned.

In a typical teenage manner, Faith stomped up the stairs grumbling about being treated like a kid and early bed times.

"Why do we always have to deal with kids?" Logan asked as he continued to try and put out the little fires on his jacket caused by the twins.

"Because they are easier to discipline than adults." Scott answered.

"Yeah, but you can't really get away with killing kids."

Clark, Neville and Scott tried to restrain themselves from hitting Harry.

Logan, Hibiki and Hikari just nodded in agreement with him.