Disclaimer: Forgot to say this in the beginning though I think it goes without saying, don't own it… will never own it… if I did it wouldn't be over now would it… sigh…

Notes: Thank you to everyone who reviewed. I honestly wasn't expecting anymore than one or two that said 'ha, ha, your story sucks!' So thanks for not telling me the story sucks. Um this chapter might though, but anyway moving on. Let's see, yes Spike will be in this story, because he is my favorite character. To gyrlfrend, yes Riley is there but not for long. This is definitely a B/S story with only the slightest bits of B/R, only just enough to make the story work and to prevent readers from becoming physically ill. Darla and Dru will also be showing up and of course Tara. So keep reading. I promise it will get better once all the introductions are over and stuff. Okay peace for now!

"I'm late, I'm late," Buffy kept the litany on her status of tardiness steady in her head as she raced through the halls of the high school. She was beyond late for first period class and all she could focus on was getting there. It was because of this that she slammed into someone sending him head first into an open locker door.

"Bloody hell!"

Buffy paused and looked down at the young man sprawled on the floor cradling his broken nose with a small cut on his forehead bleeding as well. She couldn't say that she remembered seeing him around but then again her school did have a lot of people in it. The boy had bleached curly hair that was currently hanging in his eyes. Piercing blue eyes glared up at her from his position on the floor.

"Bloody watch where you going, you silly bint!"

Buffy huffed. If it was one thing other than dying and fighting vampires that she hated, it was being told that she was in the wrong, even if she was. "You're lucky I don't know what half of what you just said means. It's not my fault you can't look where you're going. You might want to get some ice for that though!" with a casual flip of her hair she spun on her heels intent on at least making a fashionable getaway before the bell rang. She could swear she heard the boy mutter something but she had no time to register it as she tripped on her own two feet and landed awkwardly in front of her classroom door just as the bell rang.

"You might want to get some ice for that, luv."

Buffy narrowed her eyes as he walked away in a swirl of leather, completely pulling off the fashionable getaway idea. As students started to pour out of the classroom into the hallway, Buffy cursed under her breath. She tried to gather as much calm and dignity as one who was sprawled across the floor possibly could. "And I'm not your luv!"

Besides the rather awful start, Buffy's day went rather well. Now she and the high school aged members of the Scoobies were on their way to the library with Willow leading the way, because of course she was the only one who actually knew where the room was located. They entered tentatively upon hearing voices.

"Hold on this is probably going to hurt," a female voice warned cautiously. There was a silence and then a loud audible popping noise followed by an extremely loud cry of pain, which was punctuated by the most colorful string of curses that any of them had ever heard.

"You see!" Xander pointed wild eyed. "I told you they tortured students in the libraries."

"Wow you were right," Cordelia nodded blankly. Her eyes widened at the implications of the statement. She turned to Buffy and clutched the Slayer's arm tightly. "Oh god, Xander was right. The armies of hell themselves are trembling! The final apocalypse has come! Xander was right about something! We have to get the hell out of here now!"

"Calm down," Riley ordered. "No one is being tortured. I'm sure there is a rational explanation for all of this, if you two would just pipe down." They did as they were told albeit with a series of silent insults and daggers being thrown his way. Buffy rolled her eyes but smiled as Cordelia lessened her tight grip on the blonde's arm. Aside from the cries of pain, there was no other apparent sign of life in the library. So gathering her nerves, she stepped further into the library.

"Um, hello, I'm looking for a Rupert Giles," Buffy called out. There was a shuffle and then a middle aged man appeared at the door. He pushed his glasses up carefully regarding the teenagers in the doorway. His button up shirt was loosened at the top and his tie hung up around his neck. His shirt sleeves were rolled up as he leaned against the door to his office watching the newcomers curiously.

"Yes, may I help you?"

"I'm Buffy," she introduced herself. "Buffy Summers."  He stared at her blankly as if he was having trouble comprehending why this girl knew him. Buffy looked around nervously and upon deciding the area was secure enough, she added onto her introduction. "Um, you're supposed to be my watcher."

"Oh yes, Buffy," he slapped his forehead and shook his head. He stepped forward to shake her hand. "So sorry about that, won't happen again. Yes, I'm Rupert. But you can call me Giles. Everyone does." He smiled at her and she could feel all her previous apprehension about this watcher going out the door.

"Oh, cool," Buffy smiled. Maybe this won't be so entirely bad. "Oh these are the Scoobies. They help me with slayage duty. This is Cordelia, Xander, Willow and my boyfriend, Riley."

"Nice to meet you all," Giles walked over and shook their hands.  Buffy noticed he looked a little surprised when she mentioned her friends and made a mental note to figure out what that meant. She snapped back to reality when she realized he was still talking. "Uh you'll have to excuse my disorganization. I'm not usually this well out of it. My son had an accident this morning and I was a little preoccupied helping him out."

"It wasn't a bloody accident, she did it on purpose!" a voice protested from the small office.

"William, I doubt some girl who barely even knows you had it out for you already," Giles retorted tiredly. He sent the Scoobies a quick look of apology and turned back to the office. "Why don't you stop sulking and come out of here." He paused for a moment. "Both of you." A very familiar blonde head poked its way out of the office followed by another blonde young woman. The girl was looking anywhere but at the Scoobies while her male companion had his blue eyes focused on a violently blushing Buffy who was trying to hide behind Riley.

"It's her! She is the bloody one that did this to me!"

"William, do control your mouth!" Giles admonished. He then turned to his newest charge who was still unsuccessfully trying to duck behind Riley. "Is what my very loud and rude son saying true?"

"I'm so sorry," Buffy cried. This was a great first impression, she chided herself. Disfigure your watcher's son on the first day!

Giles' eyes flickered between his son and the Slayer. The former growled a little before sighed in resignation. "Fine, its okay." He lowered his hand from his injured nose and allowed them all to take in its condition. Aside from the slightly redness of the area surrounding it, his nose was apparently fine. "Look its good as new. Thanks to Glenda anyway."

"Glenda? As in the good witch?" Cordelia wrinkled her brow in confusion.

"That would be me." It was then that they all remembered the girl who had emerged from the office with William Giles. She managed a wan smile suddenly nervous with the attention of all the people in the room on her.

"Uh, allow me to introduce, my son, William and my daughter, Tara." His son cleared his throat. "Oh bloody hell fine. I mean my son, Spike."

"Spike?" Buffy arched an eyebrow.

Spike smirked at her and suddenly Buffy found herself gulping noticeably. He swaggered closer to her and leaned down to her ear. "I'd tell you how I got the name but then I'd have to kill you."

"That is the cheesiest line ever," Buffy pushed him away gently trying very hard to ignore the muscles in his chest that she could feel through the thin cotton of his t-shirt. He merely grinned at her and joined his sister by the check out counter.

"You said you fixed his nose, you're a healer or something?" Willow asked inexplicably intrigued by the female Giles.

Tara tucked a strand of hair behind her ear nervously. "I, I guess you c-c-could say that. I, I, I practice magic sometimes."

"Sometimes?" Spike crowed in disbelief. "Don't let the quiet stuttering fool you. She is the bloody greatest Wicca on the West Coast!" Tara blushed and buried her face in her hands. Spike slung his arm around her should smiling with pride.

He is so cute, Buffy thought. Oh god, oh god, bad Buffy. You have a boyfriend. Smile at your boyfriend now! Buffy turned automatically and smiled at Riley who seemed to take it as a sign that Buffy was not being charmed by Spike.

The doors to the library swung open and Doyle and Angel walked in. It was clear from the way that Doyle's whole body tensed up that he was still unsure of where he stood with Cordelia. The cheerleader walked up to him, grabbed him by the face and kissed him deeply. When she pulled away both were panting slightly out of breath. A wide grin spread across her face upon seeing the dazed and confused look on his. "I love you," she whispered touching their foreheads together. He nodded and mumbled something along the same.

"It's about damn time," Willow rolled her eyes. "Seriously they have been fighting that one for months now."

"Giles this is my boyfriend, Doyle," Cordelia practically gushed. Doyle was practically beaming and Angel cleared his throat. Cordelia looked at blankly before the vampire nodded his head towards Giles, Spike and Tara. "Oh, you want an introduction!" she grinned. "And this is our pet vamp, Angel."

"As in Angelus?" Spike now raised a scarred eyebrow that Buffy couldn't help but find sexy. Bad Buffy, she thought again. Look at your boyfriend. That lasted about as long as Spike's silence. "Angelus, The Scourge of Europe, the Killer with the face of an angel?"

"Yeah I really prefer just Angel."

"Angelus, the Scourge of Europe is helping the Slayer?" Giles removed his glasses and gave them a good rub on his shirt.

Angel looked down at his shoes with his head bowed. "A lot has changed since those days."

"Like your soul?" Tara asked quietly. Spike cocked his head taking in what his sister very carefully.

"You got a soul?" Spike shook his head. "How lame is that?"

"It's not lame," Willow protested on behalf of her friend. "It's noble and very cool."

Giles hid a smile behind his hand and then turned to Angel. "So you have put your past behind you?"

"No matter what I do my past will never be erased," Angel answered honestly. "I just hope that one day I can begin to atone for all the countless lives I've destroyed."

Giles nodded. "Buffy, do you trust him?"

"With my life."

"Well, the Council certainly won't like this," Giles said to his children. They exchanged knowing glances before smiling in unison at the vampire.

"I think that means you definitely can stay."

Riley frowned. This was definitely not what he was expecting. He was hoping this new Watcher would have more sense than this. But now as he eyed the platinum blonde standing at the counter, he could tell he had bigger problems than just Angel to deal with. Spike caught his gaze and stared back with equal intensity and an irritating smirk.

"Well this is weird," Spike said finally shaking his head as he observed the group. "A Slayer with friends."

"No weirder than a watcher with children," Angel pointed out. "Or a vampire with a soul."

"Well then I guess we belong together huh, pet?" Buffy felt herself shiver at his glance and found herself staring into the deep blue pools.

"That remains to be seen," she retorted. He flashed a quick grin before retreating into the back room with Tara trailing after him. Buffy couldn't help the appreciative gaze that lingered on him as she disappeared into the room. Things definitely just got a whole lot more interesting in Sunnydale, she thought with a smile curving her lips.

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