Watchers Journal
Rupert Giles
It appeared I was a bit- hasty in my decision to train them right away.
There were too many unanswered questions- from all groups. We needed
to know our teammates, our allies, and our soon-to-be friends. So we
"talked".
Rupet Giles's living room
The pandemonium. The chaos. The confusion. The bewilderment. All were
present as each group tried to tell their tale. And no one was getting
the other groups. Questions of disbelief hung over, and everyone did
their best to answer them, but these things weren't easy to accept.
"What do you mean vampires exist?"
"Am I supposed to believe you come from another planet?"
"I've lived 1000 years, and I've never heard of any 'Charmed' witches!"
"Don't talk about averting apocalypses, I've had my share!"
"What are you trying to pull- aliens with powers?!"
"One cannot freeze time!"
"Actually-."
"Oh and you mean there's a supergirl around!"
"A Slayer, and yes, there's two!"
"Okay, this is all a bunch of sh-"
"I've had enough!"
"QUIET!" roared Giles, getting on his wits end with everyone asking
questions at the same time. Everyone looked at him, shocked into
silence at seeing the mild-mannered man blow up like that. Giles stood
up, taking charge of the situation. "Now that I have your attention-
we need to focus. I know our tales may seem- unbelievable, fairy-tale
like. It may appear that way for a while, but we have to join together,
and fight this bloody war!" He sat back down, a bit calmer now that he
had yelled. "Now, if anyone has any questions, please, ask it calmly
and one at a time."
"I have a few questions on this whole 'war' idea." Prue interjected.
"I mean, did someone actually declare war? Who are we fighting against?
Some demon? What goes, and what doesn't, I need details about this. You
can't just bring us here, and expect us to fight a war when we don't
even know what we're fighting for, and who we're fighting against."
The others nodded their agreement, glad someone had finally brought up
all of their questions regarding the war.
Giles was frustrated, this was not an easy thing to explain. He
thought for a moment, staring at the wall, trying to think of the best
thing to say. "This war has been prophesied for hundreds of centuries
now." He tried to explain. But of course that didn't go over well with
anyone.
"And that's supposed to answer things? Oh hey, things were prophesied
so we do them," Prue replied sarcastically. "I want real answers, and
if you don't have them, I want someone who does." Maybe Leo could orb
back and try to explain things, because Giles wasn't doing well yet.
"I do have some answers- I can't answer everything, that'd be
impossible. In the present time, both sides of good and evil have
extremely strong forces, stronger than it has ever been. Our Slayers,
the Charmed Ones, the Royal Four, and everyone else here- we're the
forces that the dark side has been dealing with for the past few years.
And there's more on their side, that will prove to be rather, er,
difficult for us to face. The purpose of this war is to eliminate one
of the opposing forces." Giles tried to explain.
"But what if what's the whole point of calling it- a war?" Cordelia
asked, having trouble swallowing the image of wars she's seen before.
"It seems so- brutal." She had seen all the war movies, and they were
not pretty. They could call it a fight or something just as easily.
"Because it is a war. One side will lose. The other will win." Giles
stood up, hoping that the side that wins would be them. Otherwise,
they had all just jumped into a death trap. But he did not want to
think about losing now. They would simply have to win. "Any more
questions?"
Michael half way raised his hand before glancing at Isabel. "Yeah,
what if we choose to blow this whole thing off? What'll happen?" He
prepared himself for the shots- how could he possibly want to leave in
the midst of this whole crisis, yada yada?
Giles looked terrified. He was about to have a heart attack, they
could not afford to lose anyone- everyone was needed. If Michael
decided to leave, he didn't want to know what would happen. "We can't
survive- we need all of you here." He only hoped that it would go
through his head.
Michael shook his head. "No, I mean all of us. Like you, me, them, all
of us. What'll change? Evil will still be around." He looked around,
wondering if anyone else saw his logic in this- winning this war
wouldn't get rid of all the evil things in the universe.
"We can't beat these particular enemies alone, we've all been called
here to defeat them, once and for all as a team." Giles nodded. He
understood what Michael was saying, sometimes he's had the same
thoughts, but you just had to keep on fighting. "Now- are we ready to
start training?"
"Hold on," interjected Michael. "We haven't decided if we want to
fight."
"What!" exclaimed Isabel, staring at him in disbelief. What the hell
was Michael thinking- oh that's right- he wasn't. "Of course we-"
"You do. We know that," Michael broke in. "But I think we should all
discuss this." Meaning him and the rest of the people from Roswell. As
of now, they had been pretty quiet throughout the whole speech, and
Michael had decided to speak for them. If they wanted to leave, they
were going to. Personally, he would rather go home. He wasn't
comfortable with all these people knowing his secret, and this whole
"war" sounded dangerous. He didn't want anyone- particularly Maria-
to get hurt.
Giles looked shell shocked. How could he want to leave, to put the
universe at stake. "Have you heard nothing I said!" Michael just
arched an eyebrow at him, and crossed his arms stubbornly.
Max nodded. "We'll be outside." He said, not wanting a fight to start
between them.
Watchers Journal
Rupert Giles
With those words, I nearly had a heart attack. Or a stroke. Or both.
They had to fight, it was absolutely crucial that they stayed. I could
only hope and pray that they decided to stay. After all- one couldn't
literally force them to stay and fight? Or could we?
Outside Giles's house
"Michael, I can't even believe you'd suggest not fighting! People will
get hurt, die, and the world may even end if we don't!" Isabel was
appalled, she was completely not expecting anyone to object to
fighting. This was just so like Michael- he always had to go against
the crowd, and take his own viewpoint when he was clearly wrong.
"And if we do, then we'll get hurt, possibly die. Vampires? Witches?
Those are a bit out of our league here- we don't even know if we can
trust these people. I say we go back, and wish them the best." Michael
stated his opinion clearly.
"Do you even hear what I'm saying? People will die, those brave enough
to stay and fight instead of taking the coward's way out!"
"And do you hear me? We're out of our league on this- I'm looking for
our own best interests!"
Before punches were thrown, Max interjected, "Why don't we vote.
Majority rules, no arguments afterwards. Agreed?" He looked at both
Michael and Isabel, waiting for their promise.
Isabel nodded, "Fine. No arguing."
Michael shrugged, "Whatever."
Isabel looked around. "So who's all for staying?" She immediately
raised her hand, followed by Alex and soon after, Liz. Then Max
tentatively rose his hand, then Maria threw a pained look at Michael,
she rose hers.
Michael said, "Who's for leaving?" He raised his hand, and Tess
followed his lead. At least he had someone on his side, not that it
mattered anymore.
Isabel looked straight at Michael and replied, "Five to two. We're
staying." Max glanced at Michael to see if he'd raise an argument, but
surprisingly, he nodded and started back for the apartment. Maria
looked at him apologetically, feeling bad for not taking his side. But
she knew this was the right thing to do.
Watcher's Journal
Rupert Giles
So the Roswell group had voted to stay. Bad for Michael, good for the
rest of the world. There have only been a few times when I've been
more relieved. So, finally, maybe we'd be ready to fight. We'd have to
be ready soon Katherine, our first enemy, would be coming. But first,
a very different one.
End Part 2
Rupert Giles
It appeared I was a bit- hasty in my decision to train them right away.
There were too many unanswered questions- from all groups. We needed
to know our teammates, our allies, and our soon-to-be friends. So we
"talked".
Rupet Giles's living room
The pandemonium. The chaos. The confusion. The bewilderment. All were
present as each group tried to tell their tale. And no one was getting
the other groups. Questions of disbelief hung over, and everyone did
their best to answer them, but these things weren't easy to accept.
"What do you mean vampires exist?"
"Am I supposed to believe you come from another planet?"
"I've lived 1000 years, and I've never heard of any 'Charmed' witches!"
"Don't talk about averting apocalypses, I've had my share!"
"What are you trying to pull- aliens with powers?!"
"One cannot freeze time!"
"Actually-."
"Oh and you mean there's a supergirl around!"
"A Slayer, and yes, there's two!"
"Okay, this is all a bunch of sh-"
"I've had enough!"
"QUIET!" roared Giles, getting on his wits end with everyone asking
questions at the same time. Everyone looked at him, shocked into
silence at seeing the mild-mannered man blow up like that. Giles stood
up, taking charge of the situation. "Now that I have your attention-
we need to focus. I know our tales may seem- unbelievable, fairy-tale
like. It may appear that way for a while, but we have to join together,
and fight this bloody war!" He sat back down, a bit calmer now that he
had yelled. "Now, if anyone has any questions, please, ask it calmly
and one at a time."
"I have a few questions on this whole 'war' idea." Prue interjected.
"I mean, did someone actually declare war? Who are we fighting against?
Some demon? What goes, and what doesn't, I need details about this. You
can't just bring us here, and expect us to fight a war when we don't
even know what we're fighting for, and who we're fighting against."
The others nodded their agreement, glad someone had finally brought up
all of their questions regarding the war.
Giles was frustrated, this was not an easy thing to explain. He
thought for a moment, staring at the wall, trying to think of the best
thing to say. "This war has been prophesied for hundreds of centuries
now." He tried to explain. But of course that didn't go over well with
anyone.
"And that's supposed to answer things? Oh hey, things were prophesied
so we do them," Prue replied sarcastically. "I want real answers, and
if you don't have them, I want someone who does." Maybe Leo could orb
back and try to explain things, because Giles wasn't doing well yet.
"I do have some answers- I can't answer everything, that'd be
impossible. In the present time, both sides of good and evil have
extremely strong forces, stronger than it has ever been. Our Slayers,
the Charmed Ones, the Royal Four, and everyone else here- we're the
forces that the dark side has been dealing with for the past few years.
And there's more on their side, that will prove to be rather, er,
difficult for us to face. The purpose of this war is to eliminate one
of the opposing forces." Giles tried to explain.
"But what if what's the whole point of calling it- a war?" Cordelia
asked, having trouble swallowing the image of wars she's seen before.
"It seems so- brutal." She had seen all the war movies, and they were
not pretty. They could call it a fight or something just as easily.
"Because it is a war. One side will lose. The other will win." Giles
stood up, hoping that the side that wins would be them. Otherwise,
they had all just jumped into a death trap. But he did not want to
think about losing now. They would simply have to win. "Any more
questions?"
Michael half way raised his hand before glancing at Isabel. "Yeah,
what if we choose to blow this whole thing off? What'll happen?" He
prepared himself for the shots- how could he possibly want to leave in
the midst of this whole crisis, yada yada?
Giles looked terrified. He was about to have a heart attack, they
could not afford to lose anyone- everyone was needed. If Michael
decided to leave, he didn't want to know what would happen. "We can't
survive- we need all of you here." He only hoped that it would go
through his head.
Michael shook his head. "No, I mean all of us. Like you, me, them, all
of us. What'll change? Evil will still be around." He looked around,
wondering if anyone else saw his logic in this- winning this war
wouldn't get rid of all the evil things in the universe.
"We can't beat these particular enemies alone, we've all been called
here to defeat them, once and for all as a team." Giles nodded. He
understood what Michael was saying, sometimes he's had the same
thoughts, but you just had to keep on fighting. "Now- are we ready to
start training?"
"Hold on," interjected Michael. "We haven't decided if we want to
fight."
"What!" exclaimed Isabel, staring at him in disbelief. What the hell
was Michael thinking- oh that's right- he wasn't. "Of course we-"
"You do. We know that," Michael broke in. "But I think we should all
discuss this." Meaning him and the rest of the people from Roswell. As
of now, they had been pretty quiet throughout the whole speech, and
Michael had decided to speak for them. If they wanted to leave, they
were going to. Personally, he would rather go home. He wasn't
comfortable with all these people knowing his secret, and this whole
"war" sounded dangerous. He didn't want anyone- particularly Maria-
to get hurt.
Giles looked shell shocked. How could he want to leave, to put the
universe at stake. "Have you heard nothing I said!" Michael just
arched an eyebrow at him, and crossed his arms stubbornly.
Max nodded. "We'll be outside." He said, not wanting a fight to start
between them.
Watchers Journal
Rupert Giles
With those words, I nearly had a heart attack. Or a stroke. Or both.
They had to fight, it was absolutely crucial that they stayed. I could
only hope and pray that they decided to stay. After all- one couldn't
literally force them to stay and fight? Or could we?
Outside Giles's house
"Michael, I can't even believe you'd suggest not fighting! People will
get hurt, die, and the world may even end if we don't!" Isabel was
appalled, she was completely not expecting anyone to object to
fighting. This was just so like Michael- he always had to go against
the crowd, and take his own viewpoint when he was clearly wrong.
"And if we do, then we'll get hurt, possibly die. Vampires? Witches?
Those are a bit out of our league here- we don't even know if we can
trust these people. I say we go back, and wish them the best." Michael
stated his opinion clearly.
"Do you even hear what I'm saying? People will die, those brave enough
to stay and fight instead of taking the coward's way out!"
"And do you hear me? We're out of our league on this- I'm looking for
our own best interests!"
Before punches were thrown, Max interjected, "Why don't we vote.
Majority rules, no arguments afterwards. Agreed?" He looked at both
Michael and Isabel, waiting for their promise.
Isabel nodded, "Fine. No arguing."
Michael shrugged, "Whatever."
Isabel looked around. "So who's all for staying?" She immediately
raised her hand, followed by Alex and soon after, Liz. Then Max
tentatively rose his hand, then Maria threw a pained look at Michael,
she rose hers.
Michael said, "Who's for leaving?" He raised his hand, and Tess
followed his lead. At least he had someone on his side, not that it
mattered anymore.
Isabel looked straight at Michael and replied, "Five to two. We're
staying." Max glanced at Michael to see if he'd raise an argument, but
surprisingly, he nodded and started back for the apartment. Maria
looked at him apologetically, feeling bad for not taking his side. But
she knew this was the right thing to do.
Watcher's Journal
Rupert Giles
So the Roswell group had voted to stay. Bad for Michael, good for the
rest of the world. There have only been a few times when I've been
more relieved. So, finally, maybe we'd be ready to fight. We'd have to
be ready soon Katherine, our first enemy, would be coming. But first,
a very different one.
End Part 2
