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Xander's role.

"So, Rona says you wanted to see me. Just couldn't wait for more of the Xand-man eh?" Xander snared an empty seat, and glanced around at the new library, and at the rolling eyes around him. Then back at the Library. "Good job Will, like the books shelved and indexed, kind a surprised you didn't include a computer or two."

"Oh, I have a line of them against the wall, behind the far shelf. Keeps them out of the way, besides there is a computer lab on the floor above." Willow looked askance at Xander. "Not enough of you eh, well you have been keeping rather to yourself."

"Been kind of busy."Xander grinned. "You know custodial stuff. Washing floors, walls, that kind of thing.. Also setting things up for my other job."

"You mean the one where Giles has to report to you?" The look Xander was getting from Buffy was definitely frosty.

"Giles isn't gonna be reporting to me as he is going to send me copies of his daily logs." Xander raised an eyebrow. "There is a difference you know." He turned to face the silent Watcher. "You will be typing them up on your computer won't you?"

Giles nodded. "I would have thought then means by which I kept my log would be my choice, however if I must I will type it."

"Great, then when you have finished it, just shoot a copy to my computer over the net." Xander paused, and look over at Willow. "Um, I know there's a lot of cables attached to my computer,. You sure it works."

"It works," Willow assured him. "There wouldn't be so many cables if you'd use a modern computer, like I wanted you to, instead of that ancient Macintosh." Willow rolled her yes. "I remember when Xander and I found the first Mac model and a group of disks. It was in a garbage pile. I told him to leave it but no, he had to take it home. I never found out what he did with it."

"I used it, whenever i wanted to escape my parents, which was pretty much all the time, but couldn't get out of the house. I became quite good at it, taught myself Apple Basic, played games on it, had lots of fun."

"You taught yourself Basic," asked Willow astonished. "But you marks in Computer Class. They weren't all that good, I know, I gave you some of them, remember?"

"All part of the Xander charm," Xander told her with a goofy grin and a waggle of eyebrows. "Hang back with the crowd and you don't get noticed as much."

"Which still doesn't explain why Giles has to send reports to you," huffed Buffy.

"Not just Giles," Xander said. "All of the Watchers will be sending me there logs, just the parts that deals with Slaying. All of it, coming through my little under appreciated Mac Plus."

"That's impossible," protested Willow. "That Macintosh, even fully tricked, isn't fast enough for the Internet."

"Which would be why I'm not using the Internet." Xander grinned. "Because the Internet while a world wide phenomenon is not available everywhere in the world. But phone, radio and land line, is pretty much universal. So I got a small Citadel board set up on my Mac. A Watcher finishes his log, detailing slayer activities, dials his closest node, which is also running a Citadel BBS, and uploads it. I got nine nodes all round the world, with more being added later if needed. Between one and two, our time, these nodes will phone up my Mac, and pass on the logs."

"And you'll do what with them?"

Xander shrugged. "Analyze them, look for anything in common, tie everything into a big picture."

"Sort of like a profile of what the baddies are up to," said Dawn excited. "I can see it now. You'd know what's happening everywhere."

"It does seem like a worth while project," said Giles. "I just don't see the efficacy."

"That's because the Council is trying to do things differently. Instead of running everything out of England, they've divided the world into nine zones. Each zone acts in a sort of semi-independent way, but they sent me their reports so that if I see something Zone one is doing that might impact on what's happening in zone three, I can give them a heads up on it."

"So, the Council doesn't get all the reports anymore."

"Actually they do. Along with a summary of the highlights."

"I see," mused Giles. "That could be a lot of work. There are, after all, several thousand Watcher-Slayer combinations or will be."

"Which is why I've got the go ahead to hire some help. Dawnster, you up to the challenge. Pay's crappy, but better than you'd get slinging hash at the local Doublemeat equivalent."

"So what would I have to do?"

"Well, initially not too much. Printouts would be made of the logs as they come in, separated, filed etc. There'd be a lot of that, but when things get busy you'd have to help with the analyzing, summarizing, reporting. That and special projects. Got one now."

"I really don't think," started Buffy. She paused then continued. "Dawn should get too involved. She should have as normal a life as possible."

Dawn rolled her eyes. "Buffy, this is normal for me."

Buffy opened her mouth then closed it again. There was nothing about that statement she could argue with. Not and come up on the side of the angels.

"Besides," added Dawn. "It's not like I'll be fighting or anything."

Buffy wisely kept her mouth shut. She knew how to pick her fights and she was fairly sure she wouldn't win this one. Besides, she didn't want to screw up the no fighting part. She nodded.

"Cool," cried Dawn happily. "So Boss, what do I do?"

"Find the Garden of Eden."