Disclaimer: I own nothing besides the original characters, Joss and Mutant Enemy are the lucky ones.

Summary: Angel and his group took out the Thorn, but they opened up a whole new can of worms.

Pairings: Spuffy, Fresley, D/OC. Others might present themselves.

Warning: There will be cursing, violence and a smidgen of sex in this story.

Chapter Ten: The Zeppo Solo

England - Same time

"So, to close, vampires, werewolves, witches and demons really do exist. And your daughter is one of many girls chosen to fight them."

There were really only two possible reactions to this admission, blind outrage or serene acceptance; and acceptance was few and far between.

Emily Went, the young woman he had come to see, was flanked on either side by her parents, Chad and Emma; Mr. Went was the first one to speak.

"Mr. Harris, while we believe in people having the right to practice whatever religious beliefs they wish, we can't in good conscience send our daughter with you."

Of course there was the odd person who believed he was a recruiter for a cult trying to impregnate young women, not that he blamed them. Having a one-eyed man show up on your doorstep asking for your daughter to come and fight the forces of evil sounded like something off some sci-fi show.

"Mr. Went, I can assure you I am not a cult member; if you'll allow me, I can prove to you that what I'm saying is true."

The man seemed somewhat nervous, as if he feared saying no would cause Xander to wig out and try something. This one was pretty much wrapped up, no sense in dragging it out.

"But if you'd rather I left, I'll understand."

Mr. Went perked up at this, glad to have this nut ball out of his home.

"I think that would be for the best, yes, thank you Mr. Harris."

The carpenter/watcher stood up nodding to the ladies and accepting Mr. Wents hand in a firm shake. As the father opened the door for him, Xander pulled a business card out of his pocket and handed it to him.

"I know this all sounds insane, which doesn't make me sound any less ludicrous for coming here and telling you. But if something should happen that couldn't be explained, say, your daughter should accidentally rip a door off the hinges, or get in a fistfight and end up putting someone in the hospital. Call this number, and we'll help your daughter use her gifts."

The middle-aged man bowed his head somewhat, proof that something along these lines had already happened.

Xander started down the steps, cursing Giles for putting him on the slayer pep squad, when Chad grabbed his shoulder. Xander turned and questioned the other man with his eye.

"Will you be in town for the rest of the evening Mr. Harris?"

Pretty much every kid that had come after Sunnydale's collapse had joined this way, there was no better proof of the supernatural than your teenage daughter bench pressing your mid-size sedan.

"Yes sir, I'm staying at the bed and breakfast just outside of town."

"We need a few hours to discuss this, but If you can prove that you have no ill intentions regarding my daughters "abilities", then perhaps we might let her go to your school."

"Then I'll be expecting your call, have a good day."

Again he shook his hand, this time grasping his shoulder and giving it a comforting squeeze.

"Just remember, even if she trains, it's still her choice what she does with it."

As he walked to his rental he couldn't help but feel like Professor Xavier, granting special youngsters the ability to learn to use their powers. Although in the scheme of things, he fit the cyclops character. Giles was the cool older guy with the ultra wise sayings. At that moment his phone rang, pulling it out he looked at the caller id. Well speak of the devil, there was the g-man right now; flicking it open he greeted his father figure/boss.

"What's up professo..I mean Giles?"

For a second he said nothing, than the head of the new watchers council spoke slowly and crisply.

"Xander, if you ever compare me to a balding man confined to a wheelchair again I'll wash out your eye socket with turpentine."

"Bu.."

"And before you ask I have spent quite a bit of time confined to a research table with Andrew as my assistant. Now, how goes it."

"I feel like Willy Wonka holding out golden tickets, except instead of a lifetime supply of chocolate I'm offering a death sentence."

"Yes well, we agreed that we must give the girls the right to choose their own path. Although with some of them I do wish you would just clobber them over the head with a pan and drag them kicking and screaming."

"Woah G-man, someone spit in your Earl Gray?"

"No, I'm sorry, but my meeting with the president did not go as I would have liked."

"Hate to say I told you so, but even with one eye I could see that guy wasn't going to be cooperative."

"No, on the contrary, he's going to implement all the measures I laid out."

Xander's eye nearly bulged out of the socket, doubting the old guys ability to reason with Head (up his you know what) of State.

"How'd you manage that one?"

A long sigh came over the line and he could have sworn he heard Giles polishing his glasses.

"Quite simple actually, I put him under a mind control spell."

Giles heard Xander mutter something quite profane, and than the sound of squealing tires and the phone dropping.

"Xander are you alright...Xander?"

After a second or two the phone was picked back up and Xander cleared his throat.

"Sorry Giles, I thought I heard you say that you put the leader of the free world under your control."

"Well at least we know your hearing is working fine than."

"Giles are you insane, they could probably lock you up for life for that."

"Yes, I'm sure they could do much worse actually, but desperate times call for us to get off our respective arses and do whatever it takes to make sure that the human race comes out of this relatively safe. Just make sure to watch the news tonight."

AN: I'm gonna edit the first chapters and work out some stuff I didn't like so much. Hopefully I'll find the time to actually finish this story.