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A/N: So, thanks for all the reviews! Um, okay, so I might have gotten distracted and forgot about this story for a few months…and then gotten stuck when I tried to write. But here we are, I wrote! Yay!

"Discretion," the British man pleaded as he stepped into Buffy's personal bubble.

Buffy took another step backwards, further into the library, "Great, so now instead of one stalker, I have two."

He grabbed her hand in a rough handshake, "Wesley Wyndham-Price, at your service, Ms. Summers."

"Oh so not happening," Buffy hissed hands palm out before her chest in frustration.

Spinning on her heel, Buffy hoofed it as fast as she could without attracting looks to the one section she prayed the stereotypical watcher: stuffy, uptight, and tweed, wouldn't follow: The DVD Section.

Leaning against a rack of Fred Astaire films Buffy closed her eyes, brain whirring into action. What to do. What could she do.

"Ms. Summers," the British voice had gone up an octave or two.

Buffy laughed dryly, "Look, you could be the Queen of England and I couldn't give a Boston Tea Party about it."

"What," the man asked in shear confusion. "I believe it would be wise for us to continue this conversation in my apartment."

"No, a world of no," Buffy exclaimed tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I don't know how you found me, but I want you gone. Get it, vanish, disappear, vamoose, evaporate!"

"Ah," Wesley cleared his throat. "As that may be, it doesn't change the fact that I am your Watcher, and you are my Slayer."

Buffy smiled sweetly, "Oh, well this Slayer is out of the game."

Wesley ignored the bitter note to her comment and continued on babbling.

"We need to set up a training schedule and arrange for a workout space. Of course when the Council informs me of our new location we'll leave immediately."

Buffy was in pure disbelief, how thick was the man, "I quit. Can't get much clearer than that. I don't slay anymore. In fact, the only thing I do lately, is travel, and now I'm gonna study. I'm gonna get my G.E.D. maybe go to college, get a degree. But I am not going to slay."

"Mr. Giles' notes did say you were rather obstinate," Wesley muttered more to himself.

"Excuse you," Buffy glared. "Look just get back in the tweed-mobile and go home. Say I'm dead, find the new slayer. Just leave me alone."

Huffing slightly, the Slayer started towards a row of bookshelves, intent on finding what she wanted despite the new complication.

Wesley sighed loudly and followed after the blonde. His short phone call with here previous watcher and Mr. Travers had led him to believe she believed her duty. However, it appeared they were missing a component of her behavior.

"They won't leave you alone. They'll send others, try to take you by force," he told her softly. "And when that fails, they'll send in the squad to kill you and remove the problem. They won't fight fair, they'll stop at nothing to have control over you, even if it means your death."

Frowning Buffy glanced at the nubby carpeting, "How did you even find me?"

"A simple locator spell," he answered.

She shook her blonde head, hair shifting like fine silk, "Took you long enough."

Again the British man cleared his throat, "Actually, the Council was not aware you were not on the hellmouth until a few days ago when Mr. Giles called about his funds."

"Oh," Buffy responded slowly.

Had she really alienated her friends, watcher, and mother so much?

"Yes," Wesley agreed. "Once we knew we began scanning the law enforcement agencies for any reports, but no one was looking for you or reported you missing."

That really bit into the Slayer's tough skin, "My mother?"

"According to Mr. Giles, she hasn't reported you missing, nor does she want to."

"I left for a reason," Buffy told him. "I couldn't trust them anymore, I was alone, and there was nothing left."

Lorelai Gilmore glared across the front desk, glared at the man that Michel had pointed out. The man that had asked her niece out on a date only a few hours before. Taking a deep, calming breath, the middle Lorelai focused. She couldn't just rail off on the guy, or on Buffy. She knew better than that. Okay, maybe she would rail a little, but talking seemed to be of the good variety first.

Picking up her phone, Lorelai called her daughter, "Hey Kiddo, I was wondering if you could do something for me?"

Sitting beside each other in a small research room Wesley glanced at Buffy from the corner of his eye.

"There is something I haven't told you, yet."

"Is that right," she asked softly.

Wesley sighed heavily, "The Locator spell was only performed yesterday evening. I was already on my way here, to see you."

"How did you know," her voice had hardened.

"One of the researchers found your Watcher's first diary. It mentioned your aunt. That made it significantly easier to find you."

"Merrick," the name was a prayer and a curse.

Wes nodded heavily, "Ah yes. He wrote me about you. We were close, before his death, in fact, he was my mentor. It was his hope, all those years ago, that one day I would help train you."

Buffy swallowed the growing lump in her throat and forced a smile onto her face, "Oh, well I guess I could try to remove the stick, but I already have a watcher."

"Mr. Giles has been assigned another slayer."

Buffy nodded tightly and sniffed slightly, "Well then, out of the frying pan you go."

"What," he asked in confusion.

That did it, Buffy snickered and that snicker grew and twisted into full blown gut-wrenching laughter.

"I think this might work if we squeeze the Council out of you," Buffy smirked.

Wes gulped, "Well-I-I-I'm not quite sure that is-um, well, necessary."

"Jeeze, Wes," Buffy smiled a real smile at him for the first time, and it was dazzling. "No need to get your stick in a twist. I hear that can be seriously bad for your mojo."

"Stick, mojo," Wes asked with a little clearing of his throat.

Buffy nodded, "Yeah, you know, the stick up your but?"

Wes blushed furiously, "Ms. Summers! I never!"

"Yeah," she confirmed. "I think I can work with this. But if we are going to battle back the hordes of darkness, you should really start calling me Buffy."

Wes blushed a little more and his lips tightened at her statement.

It was only five in the evening when Buffy stumbled into the house, a veritable mountain of books and journals cradled in her arms.

"Rory," Buffy called loudly. "Lorelai, help!"

"I'm in the kitchen," Lorelai yelled back. "I'm making waffles!"

Buffy dropped the books with a deafening thunk as her eyes went wide and she dashed into the kitchen. She stopped at the sight and her palm met her face with a smack.

"You're making waffles."

Lorelai squirmed as she sat at the table, "Well, by making waffles I meant that Luke made them and I'm putting Nutella on them, just don't tell Luke, he'd never give me waffles again!"

Buffy sighed and dropped into a chair and helped herself to a steaming waffle and some chocolatey-nutty deliciousness.

"And here I thought I was going to have to call the fire department. Did Rory teach you the rules about using the stove without supervision?"

Lorelai swallowed her mouthful of waffle and chocolate, "Um, do it?"

Buffy snickered and Lorelai frowned for a second. Buffy was opening up, faster than expected, but it wasn't a bad thing.

"So," Lorelai started, "Michel told me something interesting this afternoon."

"Oh," Buffy muttered, half knowing what was coming.

Lorelai nodded, "Apparently a lawyer asked you out, and you agreed."

"And you want me to back out," Buffy guessed.

"No, no, well yes," Lorelai winced as her brain stumbled. "I'm worried about you, it's my job to because I love you."

"You know how I mentioned a cowboy," Buffy asked slowly.

"That offered something similar to t-shirt," Lorelai asked innocently.

"Yeah," Buffy licked her lips. "This is him."

Lorelai's jaw dropped figuratively, literally a smile crept onto her lips, "This is 'Save a horse, ride a cowboy' cowboy-lawyer?"

"Yep, I was just as surprised," Buffy told her aunt.

"I want to meet him when he brings you home," Lorelai decided.

"You mean I can go," Buffy's face lit up and she launched herself across the table, barely missing the food, to hug the older woman.

Lorelai nodded and hugged her niece, "You can go, but if I don't like him, he's gone, deal?"

"Deal," Buffy agreed because she trusted Lorelai to be fair—well with her at least, not with Rory, no way in hell.

"So, dating older men, and a lawyer," Lorelai quirked and eyebrow. "Apparently he's not always on the side of law."

Buffy laughed, "I can't believe you just said that. I think Rory and I may have to start monitoring your TV time."

"No." Lorelai squealed. "I can't survive without my Ally McBeal, she pees with men, and there's a dancing baby!"

Buffy stood up and backed away from the kitchen slowly, "Okay, I'm going to go for a walk, and when I come back, we're going to have a chat with Rory about this whole thing."

"No," Lorelai screamed desperately as Buffy dodged out the door and towards a safe haven.

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