Note: 1* Remember .. (I think Giles) mentioned that Sunnydale was once called Boca del Infierno... I not sure if that was the except term he used... I'm just mentioning this because I used that term in this part. But the translation is mouth of hell... so I could have sworn that's what Giles said...w/e the term was ...that's what it meant. If I'm wrong...just let me know so I can eventually change
2* Can anyone give me the exact name of Giles car...I used Citroen ... I'm not sure if that was it though... or was it Citron? Thanks :) enjoy!

//Cafeteria, Lunch Time//

Buffy and her friends were sitting around the table all eating their meals except Buffy. She seemed to be picking a fight with her lunch. Angel lightly squeezed her shoulder, "Hey, you okay?"

She sighed, "I guess. I just can't get over that murder. I don't understand why anyone would want to murder the school librarian... I mean he's just a librarian. He was a friendly guy. I would have thought that if any staff member in this school would be killed it would be that ugly troll Synder. I'm sure practically everyone hates his guts."

"You know, plenty of times the innocent get killed for no reason." He replied.

"Yeah. . . That's so unfair."

Willow frowned, "You know what makes it worse... I found out from Ms. Calendar that he had a family. One 10 year old son. She and the librarian were pretty good friends."

"That's horrible." Cordelia said, softly. "Poor kid."

"Whoever did this, I hope they pay." Buffy said frowning. The bell rang. She sighed heavily, "I can't wait for this day to be over." To Angel she whispered while grinning, "And cuddle with you on your couch."

Angel kissed her nose, "Any way I can make you feel better."

As they were all walking to their next class Oz said, "I wonder when they'll get a new librarian."

Xander said, "Probably, not for a while, right? I mean they'll probably keep the library closed for a while."

"Closed or open, practically no one goes in there anyway." Cordelia added. "Unless you count the geeks with no lives, whatsoever."

"Cordy..." Xander said quietly.

Willow looked at the brunette with a weak scowl.

"Oh, sorry." Cordelia mumbled.

Later that evening Buffy and Angel were cuddling on his living room couch with popcorn, watching Sleepless in Seattle. A few candles were lit to create a soft tone. Buffy had one leg over Angel's thigh and his arms were wrapped securely around her. She sighed happily. Then she lifted her head from its place on his chest and looked at him. "This feels nice."

"It does." He smiled down at her. "I love holding you. I love being so close to you. I can smell your vanilla scent."

Buffy smiled and looked back at the movie. She chuckled, "I'm glad you like my vanilla scent. Don't you love this movie? It's so romantic that she is having dinner with her fiancé, she sees a heart on the tower and then goes running to find the man she really wants to be with. The one she-- ""Belongs with." He finished for her and kissed her head, "It is."

"This is romantic." She added about their date.

He kissed her forehead.

During the last twenty minutes of the film, Buffy put a few pieces of popcorn in Angel's mouth. "Eat... you haven't eatin any at all" She smirked.

He laughed and chewed, "Mm..thanks, Buff. You're the sweetest girl in the world..besides Willow. You are my sweet cookie."

"And you are the melted chocolate chips. You melted into me." Buffy chuckled. "Get it? You cookie..me chips. Together equals chocolate chip cookie."

Angel smirked, "I got it. But what happens when we get dunked in milk? Won't we get all soggy?"

"No..we get soft. Ya know.. soft and mushy.. like the way we are constantly saying sweet things to each other." She gave him a sweet smile.

He chuckled. "So it's official. We are a chocolate chip cookie. A very delicious one."

Quietly to herself she said, "Mm...yeah." And they continued to watch the rest of the movie. When the movie finished Angel looked down at Buffy. Her head was resting a little farther down his chest and her eyes were closed. Both her legs were over his thighs and her arms were crisscrossed beside his chest. He smiled at the image. He would take her home, but he didn't want to wake her up and if he kept her here Joyce probably wouldn't be ok with that. Maybe he was being selfish for wanting to keep Buffy with him that night, but he didn't care. She looked like a perfect, peaceful angel and she mustn't be disturbed. Slowly he moved her legs off of him and moved her upper body so she was lying on the couch itself. Then he got up and gently picked her up in a fireman's carry.

*//Not even the slightest movement would wake her up. I mean I was trying very to be gentle and not shake her, but when I was pulling the covers down with her still in my arms... I did move her a little. It didn't surprise me though. I always knew she slept like a log. (laughs) Once I had the covers down I laid her on the bed and pulled them back over her. I of course gave Buffy a quick kiss on her forehead and went back downstairs to call Joyce. It would be horrible to not let Buffy's mom know she was staying the night. I'm sure by 11:30 Joyce would be worrying about why Buffy's not home yet. So i did the decent thing and called. . . . She wasn't happy.//*

"Mrs. Summers... please don't be angry with me. I just don't have the heart to wake her. She looks so peaceful. Look I promise I'll bring her home first thing tomorrow morning. Ok?" Angel asked.

"Fine." Joyce replied. "Now, I would tell you to not sleep in bed with Buffy, but I know you won't listen, so please just promise me you'll keep on all your clothes?"

"I promise." He smirked.

She quietly said, "Goodnight."

"Goodnight." Angel repeated and hung up. He sighed, walking back to his bedroom.

On his way there his mom called out from her room, "Honey, was that Joyce?"

"Yeah." He stopped at her door.

"She know Buffy's sleeping over?"

"She does. She's not happy about it, but she does." Angel replied. "Night mom."

"Night, sweety."

Angel's father mumbled, "Joyce is sleeping in Angel's bed?"

"Go back to sleep dear." His mom said to the sleepy father.Angel chuckled and then frowned. Gross. In bed with Joyce? That's an image he did not want to picture. He went into his room and changed into flannel pants and a tank top. Then he climbed into bed like they would always do since they were kids.

The following day Giles had settled into his new comfortable home in Sunnydale. It was quite large and completely paid for by the Watcher's Council. Today he would start his first day of being a librarian at Sunnydale High. The place once known as Boca Del Infierno. The mouth of hell. Center of all evil. "Hopefully, the slayer can keep it from swallowing us whole." He mumbled to himself. "Sunnydale... an ironic name for a place of darkness and evil." He put on his tie in front of the mirror. "Better be going... wouldn't want to piss off the troll on our first day there now would we..." Giles sighed as he walked out of the building. He went into his rusty old Citroen.

Buffy and Angel drove to school, the whole way sneaking looks at each other filled with silly smiles and their eyes looking like that of a love sick puppy. Sometime during the ride Angel had unconsciously grabbed hold of Buffy's hand. Buffy only noticed a second later because of the warm tingle she always got when he touched her. Throughout the day they went about there normal class schedule, seeing each other in only a few classes a day and at lunch. Although there classes together weren't one after another, it wasn't so bad because whenever they could they would meet at one of their lockers.

After lunch they gave each other a quick peck on the cheek and Angel walked away to Art History. When Buffy turned to look at Willow there was a goofy smile on the redhead's face. "What?" She asked grinning.

"Nothing." She shook her head and wiped the smirk from her face. "We should get going."

"And so we shall." Buffy chirped.

As they were about to pass the library they saw Giles standing at the counter and stopped walking. Buffy raised her eyebrows at Willow as she opened the double doors, pulling Willow with her through them. They walked up to the counter. The tall British man turned when he heard Buffy's boots clicking on the floor. He took off his glasses and wipe them with a tissue. Clearing his throat he said, "You must be Buffy."

"You must be the new librarian." Buffy muttered to herself and Willow, "Huh... the guy only died yesterday... I'm surprised they got another one so fast."

He ignored that last comment out of slight guilt from what the Council so strongly denied they did. "Upon your calling, by the Watcher's Council I have been appointed your Watcher."

"I've been called by this watching council and you are my watcher." She stated dubiously. "Huh?" She squinted her eyes at him.

"I am to be your watcher and you are the slayer. Into each generation a Slayer is born. One girl in all the world, the Chosen One. One who is born with the strength and skill to fight the vampires and demons to stop the spread of evil and the swell of their numbers. You -- are the Slayer, correct?" Giles asked with no doubt present in his voice.

"Yeah, it seems I am, but if I was born with this strength how come I haven't had this strength available to me my whole life?" She said raising her chin at him.

"A slayer's power is only activated -- and it is sad to say... after the previous slayer dies."

Buffy's eyes widened, "Oh." A beat. "So you...you're suppose to watch me, um slay?"

"Most times you will be out on your own, but yes I will watch occasionally. My job is essentially to train you in combat stratagies and using weapons."

She thought about what he had told her for a few seconds and quickly said, "Hmm.. well, ya know that sounds real neat, but I don't need to be watched right now. I only just started slaying... I don't exactly want another adult giving me orders. Besides for all I know you're the enemy. You don't know anything about me." She said confidently.

"You only just recieved your powers, Ms. Summers. Now is the most important time to have a watcher or you will surely die before the age of 21."

Buffy gulped. Die before 21? She put on a straight face. "Impressive you know my last name. What else did you find in my school file?"

"I didn't guess Ms. Summers. In England at the Watcher's Council there is a file for every past and future slayer. I know you are 18... Live on Revillo Drive with your mother Joyce Summers and Mr. Hank Summers. When you were younger your cousin died in a hospital which is why you fear hospitals. Your friends are Cordelia, Angel, Xander and Willow whom I am looking at as we speak. I know much more about you than you would expect. You see the Council keeps thorough records on potential slayers. Now, please don't try to fight this. It is my job as the watcher to prepare you in every way that I can."

Buffy's eyes widened, "Willow!" She turned to look at Willow whose eyes were so wide Buffy thought they'd pop out any second. Her face was white as a ghost. Well, whiter than her face normally is... if that was even possible.

She gulped, "Uh... what are you guys talking about? Vampires are real?"

"Yes." Buffy replied. "Will, I'm so sorry I didn't tell you. So much has happened in such a short time. Lately... for almost two weeks I've been going to the graveyard to slay vampires. They're very real and I have... like super strength."

"Wow." Willow mumbled quietly.

"You and Angel are the only ones that know this..." She paused, "Actually Riley does, but he didn't believe me. That's actually one of the main reasons he dumped me." She chuckled. "He thought I'd gone crazy."

"Wow..." Willow mumbled again. "This.. is not something you hear everyday."

"No, it isn't." Buffy agreed. "And you can't tell anybody. No one at all. As for Oz, Xander and Cordelia... I'll tell them eventually."

"Oooh...Buffy you know I can't keep a secret. I just know I'll blert out part of it by accident and then Xander will keep asking me to say more.... a-and I crumble under pressure! They'll squeeze it out of me..." Willow said quickly, the volume of her voice gradually rising.

"Willow, calm down." She gave her a soft smile, "I'm going to tell them soon anyway, so you won't have to hide this for too long."

She let out a sigh of relief. "Ok..." She inhaled, "Me" Exhale. "Calm."

"Buffy you can't be serious about telling the others about what you are. It's enough that already two people know of your identity." Giles raised his voice.

"Look, Geeves you wanna be my watcher or what?"

"It's Mr. Giles and yes, I do." He stated with a serious face.

"Ok, Giles... so then my other friends are gonna know. I don't keep secrets from my friends."

"All right..." He sighed. "Please report here after school. We'll start you're training today."

"Ok." Buffy looked at Willow. "Come on, we gotta get to class. -- Oh, Giles can you give us a pass? We're late."

"A pass?" He asked and then he raised his hand in the air, "Oh, yes a pass. Of course." He filled out a small green piece of paper and handed it to her.

"See ya later." The slayer said as she pulled Willow with her out the library doors.When they reached the door to their class, Buffy handed her the pass. "Here, you go in... I'll see you later."

"You're just gonna leave? Buffy you shouldn't."

"It's ok, Willow. I have to go. I need to see Angel." She started walking away from Willow and waved at her.

Willow tried again to get her back, but then gave up. Letting out a big sigh, she went into class.

Briskly, Buffy walked through the halls to Angel's art class. She looked through the window of the door, hoping he would see her. He was sitting at the front desk, so it wouldn't be too hard. She waved to him and then lightly tapped on the door. Angel suddenly looked up from his notebook at the window. Buffy widened her eyes and waved her hand for him to come. He figured she was asking for him for a random make out session. He smirked. He was excused from class and followed Buffy to the girls bathroom.

TBC. :)