Into Every Generation
a/n: Giles' nephew Tristan is the new watcher. Who will he be watching? Read & Review. (Please?)
Dawn Summers woke with a start. Another nightmare. She had been having awful nightmares night after night for a month. She really needed somebody to talk to about this. Dawn got out of bed and went down the hall to Buffy's room hesitating to wake her this early on her day off. Dawn decided it could wait, besides the fear of the dream was fading fast. It could wait till Buffy woke up. She checked her watch, 8:36 am. Thank God it's Saturday. Dawn thought to herself.
She set about making some pancakes for breakfast when a knock at the door startled her. She padded to the front door combing her fingers through her long hair in case it was someone important. She opened the door and gasped. The boy at the door was the most gorgeous thing she had ever seen. She felt blood rush to her cheeks as she stared at his handsome face. His brightly coloured hair gleamed in the sunlight. He was dressed in baggy jeans and a tight black t-shirt. He wore thick leather bands on his wrists, some plain, some studded with spikes. The long chain from his belt loop to his pocket dangled at his side.
"Can I help you?" She squeaked out.
"I sure hope so," He said in his thick British accent "I'm Tristan Giles, I think you know my uncle Rupert?"
This guys is related to Giles? thought Dawn. "Sure! I love Giles, he's practically like my uncle too. Please come in. Would you like some pancakes? I was just making some. I'm Dawn by the way."
"So you're the famous Dawn. I'd love some food. I couldn't stomach the food they served on the plane." Tristan dropped his bag by the kitched door, and sat down. "So, what do you do for fun here in Sunnydale?"
"Mall, movies, same old crap." said Dawn in a bored manner. "Not that I mind in the least, but why are you here? In California, I mean."
"New job." stated Tristan.
"Oh."
"And to meet you and your sister, Uncle Rupert has told me so many stories, I had to meet you." he smiled at her.
A loud crash and a yelp came from just outside the kitchen door.
"DAWN! I thought i told you not to leave your school bag on the flo--" Buffy stopped midsentance as she noticed the odd stranger lounging comfortably at her kitchen table. "Has he been here all night?" she strode over to the table and yanked him out of his seat holding him and inch or two above the ground by the front of his shirt. "Have you been here all night?!" She asked him, glaring suspiciously.
"Buffy I presume?" He choked out. He held out his hand. "Tristan Giles."
"Buffy! Put him down, its Giles' nephew you moron, not some weirdo." Dawn yelled.
Buffy immediately put him down, shocked. "Oh dear, see what happens when I act all grown up-py and parent-like?" she shrugged, dusted him off, and held out her hand. "Sorry bout that. Nice to meet you. I thought you were some stealer of my little sisters virtue or something."
"No problem." said Tristan, straightening his shirt as he took his seat again. "Didn't scare me in the slightest."
Dawn brought him a stack of pancakes and handed him some syrup. Grabbing her plate of pancakes, she sat beside him. "Chow down, brit boy."
Buffy poured herself some orange juice and sat at the table with them. "So Tristan, what brings you to Sunnydale?"
"Well," started Tristan, his mouth full. "I got a job here."
"Kinda far away from home, don't cha think?" asked Buffy.
"Well, the job here, and here alone." he said.
"Whats in Sunnydale thats so special?" asked Dawn. "Whats your job?"
Tristan took another mouthful of pancake before answering. "Well, to put it simply, the hell mouth is here and I'm a watcher, like Uncle Rupert."
"You're a watcher?" Buffy grinned. "I guess the council has changed their image. They sent you to me?"
"Nope. You don't need a watcher anymore."
Buffy looked shocked as she stated, "Faiths back in town...Right?"
Tristan swallowed his food before speaking this time. "Faith is dead. I'm Dawns watcher."
a/n: Giles' nephew Tristan is the new watcher. Who will he be watching? Read & Review. (Please?)
Dawn Summers woke with a start. Another nightmare. She had been having awful nightmares night after night for a month. She really needed somebody to talk to about this. Dawn got out of bed and went down the hall to Buffy's room hesitating to wake her this early on her day off. Dawn decided it could wait, besides the fear of the dream was fading fast. It could wait till Buffy woke up. She checked her watch, 8:36 am. Thank God it's Saturday. Dawn thought to herself.
She set about making some pancakes for breakfast when a knock at the door startled her. She padded to the front door combing her fingers through her long hair in case it was someone important. She opened the door and gasped. The boy at the door was the most gorgeous thing she had ever seen. She felt blood rush to her cheeks as she stared at his handsome face. His brightly coloured hair gleamed in the sunlight. He was dressed in baggy jeans and a tight black t-shirt. He wore thick leather bands on his wrists, some plain, some studded with spikes. The long chain from his belt loop to his pocket dangled at his side.
"Can I help you?" She squeaked out.
"I sure hope so," He said in his thick British accent "I'm Tristan Giles, I think you know my uncle Rupert?"
This guys is related to Giles? thought Dawn. "Sure! I love Giles, he's practically like my uncle too. Please come in. Would you like some pancakes? I was just making some. I'm Dawn by the way."
"So you're the famous Dawn. I'd love some food. I couldn't stomach the food they served on the plane." Tristan dropped his bag by the kitched door, and sat down. "So, what do you do for fun here in Sunnydale?"
"Mall, movies, same old crap." said Dawn in a bored manner. "Not that I mind in the least, but why are you here? In California, I mean."
"New job." stated Tristan.
"Oh."
"And to meet you and your sister, Uncle Rupert has told me so many stories, I had to meet you." he smiled at her.
A loud crash and a yelp came from just outside the kitchen door.
"DAWN! I thought i told you not to leave your school bag on the flo--" Buffy stopped midsentance as she noticed the odd stranger lounging comfortably at her kitchen table. "Has he been here all night?" she strode over to the table and yanked him out of his seat holding him and inch or two above the ground by the front of his shirt. "Have you been here all night?!" She asked him, glaring suspiciously.
"Buffy I presume?" He choked out. He held out his hand. "Tristan Giles."
"Buffy! Put him down, its Giles' nephew you moron, not some weirdo." Dawn yelled.
Buffy immediately put him down, shocked. "Oh dear, see what happens when I act all grown up-py and parent-like?" she shrugged, dusted him off, and held out her hand. "Sorry bout that. Nice to meet you. I thought you were some stealer of my little sisters virtue or something."
"No problem." said Tristan, straightening his shirt as he took his seat again. "Didn't scare me in the slightest."
Dawn brought him a stack of pancakes and handed him some syrup. Grabbing her plate of pancakes, she sat beside him. "Chow down, brit boy."
Buffy poured herself some orange juice and sat at the table with them. "So Tristan, what brings you to Sunnydale?"
"Well," started Tristan, his mouth full. "I got a job here."
"Kinda far away from home, don't cha think?" asked Buffy.
"Well, the job here, and here alone." he said.
"Whats in Sunnydale thats so special?" asked Dawn. "Whats your job?"
Tristan took another mouthful of pancake before answering. "Well, to put it simply, the hell mouth is here and I'm a watcher, like Uncle Rupert."
"You're a watcher?" Buffy grinned. "I guess the council has changed their image. They sent you to me?"
"Nope. You don't need a watcher anymore."
Buffy looked shocked as she stated, "Faiths back in town...Right?"
Tristan swallowed his food before speaking this time. "Faith is dead. I'm Dawns watcher."