Crossover: HL/BtVS (before "Prodigal Son" HL!verse, between series 6 and 7 Buffy!verse)

Characters: Xander, RR, Buffy, Giles, Dawn, Anya

For prompt: 056 Breakfast

Summary: A little unwitting announcement over breakfast.

A/N: The fourth of a series of BtVS/HL crossovers – not sure how many or what'll happen yet so let's see

"Who are you?" The blond sneered.

Xander stood hurriedly, looking nervous. "Anya! This is Richie, he's a friend so be nice."

The girl sniffed, flouncing over to the counter. "As long as he doesn't get in the way of the customers."

Richie decided not to mention that there weren't any customers and was about to say hello when the bell rang again.

"Giles I'm just saying that maybe you should stay in bed another day or two."

"Buffy, I assure you I'm fine." The middle aged man who following a teen and a young woman through the door, pushed his glasses up his nose. "More to the point if I spend another day in that room I'm liable to go stir crazy. Oh! Hello?"

Xander smiled warmly. "Hey guys! This is Richie, he gave me a hand getting back into town and took out two out of three of the welcoming committee too."

The young woman gave him a suspiciously appraising look. "You took out two vampires?"

Richie smiled in what he hoped was a disarming way. "I got lucky."

"And happened to be carrying a sword," Xander added. He turned to Richie, "I've been meaning to ask you about that by the way…"

The teen girl bounced over to the table. "Swords later, we come bearing breakfast!"

"Ooh breakfast," Xander enthused, heading towards what the girl was laying out on the table. "What've we got?"

The girl opened the box she had been carrying.

"Donuts?" Ritchie queried.

Xander swiped one. "The breakfast of champions." He said taking a bite.

The young woman looked apologetic. "I know it's not exactly nutritious, but you're welcome to join us."

The girl looked up, gesturing to the half eaten donut in her hand. "This one has purple in it. Purple is a fruit."

Richie smiled at the reference. "Thanks." He offered his hand. "Richie Ryan."

"Buffy Summers," she replied with a smile. "The pig over there is my sister Dawn."

"Pig!" Dawn squealed, her mouth full of donut.

"Oh hey man sorry!" Xander apologised, leaping up. "Should have done introductions. Guess you know Buffy and Dawn now, that's Anya and Giles," Richie reached out to take the older man's hand, "Buffy's watcher."

Suddenly Richie backed away, hands up. "Whoa! You didn't say anything about watchers dude."

Giles looked bemused, his hand still outstretched as if to take Richie's. "Is there a problem?"

Richie's glance flicked to his outstretched arm where his cuff pulled back from his wrist. He pointed. "You don't have a tattoo…"

Giles shared a confused glance with Buffy. "No, the Slayer side of the Watchers' Council don't have a tattoo, that's only for those who watch Immortals. But how would you know that…?" He asked wonderingly. "Of course…" He said, eyes widening as looked at Richie. "And Xander mentioned you had a sword…"

"Am I missing something here?" Xander asked, stepping warily forward. "Since when has there been more than one side to the Watchers' Council?"

"That's what I'd like to know." Buffy said, glaring at Giles, arms folded stubbornly across her chest.

Giles waved away their questions. "The two sides of the Watchers' Council barely communicate any more. Immortals so rarely get involved in the supernatural. But you…you really are aren't you?"

There was a pregnant paused before Richie suddenly caved, breaking the tension. "Aw man! Mac would take my head if he knew I screwed up!"