Wells-Summers

Disclaimer: Buffy belongs to Joss Whedon

Spoilers: Post "Chosen"

Ali, Adrienne, Janelle, Carolin


'Crap,' Janelle thought as she raced through the halls. The first day of their classes and she was running late! While she was now confident the rumors of Buffy depowering slayers were, in fact, just a rumor, she didn't want to make her think badly of her due to poor attendance. Fortunately, the halls weren't busy yet and those that were in her way quickly side-stepped her frenzied run.

'Damn non-functioning alarm clock!'

Kicking the door open, careful to mind her strength, Janelle walked in just as Andrew was passing out textbooks. The classroom wasn't very different from a room at a University and was equipped with standard desks, chairs, a white board and a hanging projector. There were even inspirational pictures hanging up, which seemed a bit weird since the Scoobies didn't seem the type do something like that. Of course, how much did she actually know versus all the rumors and gossip about them?

"Sorry I'm late!"

"Nice of you to join us," Andrew reprimanded. Somewhere along the way, he grew into Watcherhood and not backing down from slayers. Well, most slayers. He learned the hard way to not get demanding with Faith.

"My alarm didn't go off," she sighed as she walked forward and found her desk. There were about 20 desks in the classroom, though five were crowded around Andrew. Didn't take a genius to figure out where she was supposed to sit. Falling in her seat, she nodded at her fellow slayers and waved hello at Buffy who was sitting at the front of the room. She didn't seem upset with her tardiness as she swung her legs back and forth and with a small smile on her face. Of course, that's what made slayers dangerous; you didn't know you were in trouble until you dead.

She also could have also been over thinking this whole situation entirely and Buffy didn't really care as this was their first classroom lesson day.

"You smashed it, didn't you?" Buffy smirked before hopping off the desk.

Grimacing, Janelle nodded, "It was just irritating me so much. Just wanted to sleep for a little bit longer."

"We'll deal with alarm clocks later," Buffy spoke. Crossing her arms, she stood in front of her four slayers, "the books you've been given are not available to the other slayers, not yet anyway. We want to see how you do with them before we start mass producing."

"The first one is your standard Demons 101," Andrew took over as the slayers started looking through them.

"Really..?" Carolin's eyebrow rose, giving Andrew an incredulous look. "Demons 101… Who named this crap?"

No one noticed Buffy's eye twitch, though Andrew didn't have to look to notice she was not amused, which explained his hurrying in discussing the books.

"It covers your basic, run of the mill demons; how to identify, nesting habits, feeding habits, how to kill, and friendlies versus non-friendlies. More in-depth than ones you're used to, also added notes from those who've personally dealt with them."

"It's like the DSM, then?" Adrienne asked.

Nodding her agreement, Ali spoke, "Manual of basic demons; got it."

"Next up you'll find your book, Apocalypse: It's Not Just a One Demon Motive," Andrew explained. "Here you'll find your higher level demons, the trickier ones that command legions of lower level demons and whose goals always involve bringing on some apocalypse or another."

"This title is the epitome of class," Carolin interjected as she flipped through her book, "We'll be dealing with these a lot, right?"

This time noticing Buffy's twitchy eye, Andrew cleared his throat as he answered, "Yes, the training you'll be receiving will focus on pushing your limits where you'll at a suitable level to take on these demons by yourself, rather than in a group, should the need arise. You'll become champions in your own right, if you want to think about it like that."

And he knew they would think about that. Virtually all the slayers the Scoobies had encountered idolized Buffy and Faith and dreamt of being that kind of slayer. While, Buffy wasn't looking to take on slayers that were thirsty for championhood, it was impossible to find any that applied that didn't want that.

Apparently, Andrew had not been the only one to notice Buffy quietly twitching as Janelle was trying to shut Carolin up by clearing her throat.

"Who comes up with these names, by the way?"

Too bad it wasn't working.

"And lastly, this book is just something we felt all slayers needed. While this job is serious and tough, we can't forget why we fight and to not take certain aspects of life so serious. So without further adieu, I give you, Why We Quip; a book full of random knowledge related to slaying."

It was at this point that Carolin finally pieced things together. The old Watchers and some of the newer ones even weren't big on making small talk with demons during their was all Buffy, which meant…

"Ruh roh, you thought of these titles, didn't you, Buffy?" Carolin finally looked at her mentor and gave a nervous chuckle as Buffy nodded once. "I'll just, uh, go run some laps around the campus, yes?"

The silence was all she needed as she stood and started jogging from the room.

"Well, now that that's out of the way, we can begin our first lesson," Buffy spoke, shaking her head.

"Impetuous youth," Andrew muttered, momentarily forgetting that everyone could hear him. Slayer hearing, hello?


"You've got your thinking face on."

"It's not really a thinking face, more of a questioning face," Andrew nodded. "…There should be a question mark above my head."

"Fine, you've got your questioning face on, what are you questioning?" Buffy asked.

It was later that day and the slayers in training were exhausted. After getting their "light" reading material, which consisted of at least 10 books on demons, slayerhood, and prophecies, they were put to work. Buffy wanted to them to know how much work they were going to be doing, so their first official training session was to fend themselves off against a group of slayers. Each slayer fought against a group of 3 slayers, ranging in skill from relatively new to the Council and experienced ones. Buffy didn't expect them to win, and she told them as much. She was looking at strengths and weaknesses and once again, drilling into their skulls just how much work they were going to be doing for the rest of their lives. It didn't take a genius to see there were all walking bruises after the fights. And of course, while the slayers were resting and letting slayer healing take control, Buffy and Andrew were sitting in her office

"This method of training seems off. I mean, we train the regular slayers like this and it works. They all take classes, and then we put them in groups based on similar skill. But these slayers are different; different skills."

Agreeing, Buffy leaned back in her chair, "What do you we should change? And let's stick to it; we can't keep changing the curriculum. We can't have the whole Council thinking we're winging this."

"We've got a slayer who is potentially excellent with research, a slayer who can be stealthy with proper training. A slayer who is learning her third language, and has been taking martial arts since she was kid, and a slayer who desperately wants to lead. Why not specialize first and then have them train one another?"

The idea was nice, full of merit even. "So, give Janelle more research training and have her teach the others? And the same goes for the others?"

"Exactly, my slayer sister! Adrienne can get a bit of both ancient language studying and research training, while Ali learns the ins and outs of mastering stealth," Andrew nodded, plans already forming.

"And what about Carolin? Learning to lead is kinda big with the generalness."

"And who better to learn to lead from other than the leader herself?" Andrew smirked.

Not liking where this was going, Buffy opted for deflecting, "I don't think Giles would appreciate being referred to as a woman."

"……"

"Fine," Buffy groaned. "She can follow me around and learn Buffy 101."

"Good, and no pawning off the paperwork you don't want to do!"

"You know, months ago you would have been scared of me," Buffy crossed her arms over her chest. "I don't like this."

"It's just something you have to accept," Andrew nodded. Standing from his chair, he pulled out a teleportation potion.

"Where are you going?" Buffy asked, eyes zeroed in on the potion, "It better not be somewhere in the Council, or even this country! Willow will be very angry. AT ME!"

"This is a very important mission that Giles has given me," Andrew nodded. "I'm making contact with other likeminded individuals who fight against the darkness."

She was ready to jump in, upset that she wasn't told about this, but Andrew interrupted her and babbled at light speed, "And I know you have no idea what I'm talking about because Giles didn't want you to know because you slayers have a hit first, recruit later attitude."

She was too shocked to say anything that Andrew threw the potion own and teleported out, leaving behind a puff of smoke.

"I do not hit first!" she finally screamed.


No, this is not turning into a crossover, I like doing this non-cross too much! But, that doesn't mean I won't create a whole universe from this that features a cross.

Oh, and I'm not dead.