A/N: This story was inspired by a story request I received from BellaVision. I've incorporated some of her requests as well as a few twists and turns of my own. So to BellaVision and all the rest of you I hope you enjoy.
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Disclaimer: Nope unfortunately I don't own any of it, Buffy and Angel belong to Joss and the idea stems from a challenge by BellaVision.
Wesley stared at the prophecies rereading them until his eyes blurred and the words floated about the page like whirling dervishes. Something wasn't right, but yet in a strange way it felt as though things were falling into place. Sighing in defeat he reached for the phone, like it or not it was time to call in team Sunnydale.
"Hello" Rupert Giles answered his phone, late night phone calls meant only one thing in his line of work … trouble.
"Mr. Giles, its Wesley; I need your help."
What else was new? Rupert Giles was watcher to the greatest Slayer in history, not even Death could hold his slayer. Over the years he'd grown accustomed to being the "go to guy" for all information, as such a call from the former watcher turned rogue demon hunter was not entirely unexpected. The next words however, weren't quite so anticipated.
"Mr. Giles, we need all of you, including Spike, to come to LA."
Old habits die hard and the young woman on Rupert's couch noticed immediately when her companion's hands began scrubbing nonexistent grime from his glasses. Rupert cleaning his glasses like that was a sure sign of trouble. Automatically passing a pad and pen to him she waited patiently knowing when the phone call ended her companion would direct her toward their next research project. "Looks like it's gonna be a long night," the woman thought as she texted her best friend to let her know not to expect her home tonight.
Whatever was going on this phone call was definitely a sign that there would be plenty of research to come. "Hopefully whatever this wasn't it won't be as big as the whole Glory debacle. Bringing Buffy back from the grave once was more than enough for me. I'm only alright today because of Giles, I don't even want to consider what would've happened to Buffy and I if he hadn't been here. We're only alright when we stick together like a family. Whatever this is, let us survive as a family," the woman silently pleaded with her goddess, for guidance and strength.
Rubbing the bridge of his nose to the point she feared he'd break it himself if he didn't stop, Rupert snarled into the phone in an almost Ripper like fashion that sent a shivers of fear and arousal through her body. "Wesley, why exactly do Buffy, Spike and I NEED to come to LA?"
"No, Mr. Giles, not just you, Buffy, and Spike. We also need Ms. Rosenberg, young Miss Summers, Miss Jenkins, and Mr. Harris to come to LA." The man spoke with timid conviction also recognizing the almost dangerous air to his older counterpart. He knew that he needed to insure that everyone came to LA, but angering Rupert Giles could be almost as dangerous as angering the Slayer, which was something no one wanted to do. Hell, even demons were wary of pissing her off and he'd heard stories of the lengths Giles went in defense of his children and slayer, demons knew better than to cross him and Wesley knew he was walking a fine line between annoying and expendable in Giles' eyes. The sooner this phone call was over the better.
"Dear Lord, Wesley! I thought they broke you of the bloody proper streak. What in the name of the Queen is going on?"
Rupert's body tensed and coiled, preparing for a fight, completely oblivious to the enormously arousing effect he was having on his companion. Whatever had reverted Wesley back to the simpering, perpetually annoying fool he'd been when he first arrived in Sunnydale couldn't be good.
"Mr. Giles it is imperative that all of you come to LA as soon as possible. We'll expect you some time tomorrow." Fearing the older man's wrath, Wesley hung up as soon as the last word left his lips.
Before Giles even had a chance to respond dial tone signaled that Wesley had disconnected.
"Bloody prick." Rupert cursed slamming the phone down.
"Uh oh, cranky watcher is never a good thing."
"We've all been summoned to Los Angelus … there are apparently dire circumstances that that simpering prick is incapable of revealing over the phone." Rupert growled, sending another shiver of arousal through his companion.
A testy Giles is never a good thing … arousing sure that was almost a foregone conclusion, but rarely was it a truly good thing. I suppose it could be worse, the annoying prick in question could be Ethan Rayne. Although at least if it was Ethan we could torture and possibly kill him … uh no more hanging out with Spike, now I'm starting to think naughty thoughts. Okay think of something safer Giles shirtless … with a sword … a sweaty, shirtless, sword carrying Giles in tight leather pants … now my thoughts are naughty, but not mean. Giles looked at his companion who seemed lost in her own thoughts, which were apparently very interesting if the way her eyes were dilating and the slight tremors coursing through her body were any indication. Giving her a slight shake she drifted back to the present and asked the question he knew was coming and dreaded answering.
"Who exactly is everyone?" She asked suspecting the worst.
"Buffy, Dawn, Xander, Anya, you, myself and Spike."
