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Willow and Xander looked up from the magazines and homework they had been staring at as Giles walked through the open oak door. He stared at the gang for a moment, looking surprised.
"Hey, G-man. How are ya?" Xander said, unable to contain the sleepiness in his voice.
"I'm alright. What have you three been up to in the library? Is there any new demon we need to research about?" Giles said, as he picked up some books from the table to look at them.
"Actually, there isn't any research to be done," Buffy said.
"Then why are you three here. Don't you have anything else to do? It is Friday," Giles asked as he put the books away on a shelf close by.
"Well, since, uh, you always have something to tell me. I thought I'd come to the library. To see if there is anything you want me to do tonight," Buffy lied.
"Well actually, I don't have anything for you to do except go slaying tonight. Just at least patrol once," Giles answered.
"Oh, yeah I'll do that." She nodded.
"Well, I do have something else to say though," Giles said as he took off his glasses to clean them.
"What's that?" Xander asked this time.
"I already have told Buffy of this. I haven't had time to tell you but now since you're here I might as well," Giles began.
"Is it about your son?" Xander asked.
Giles looked surprised but nodded, though he shouldn't have been the least bit surprised. It had slipped his mind that Buffy would fill them in. He had been busy that day and last night that he hadn't really thought about the possibility of Buffy revealing the news about his son's arrival.
"It's okay, we know. Buffy told us," Willow gave him a cheerful smile.
"Yes, I realize that now," Giles said.
"When is he, uh, coming?" Willow asked.
"He is actually here. He is outside in the car. He will be here shortly. I would like you all to welcome him. He might be a bit troublesome, but I think he will be helpful," Giles told them.
"So, is he still studying? Is he coming to Sunnydale High?" Willow asked.
"No, he is not attending school here. This is like an internship for him. He has been studying at Oxford University, but as well with a school that the Watcher's Council has. The Watcher's Council sent him here. It is a way for him to better prepare him for his Watcher duties even if he never has a Slayer to train," Giles responded as he put his glasses on.
"So how old is he?" Xander asked.
"He is twenty," Giles told him.
Just then the oak doors of the library opened. A young man clad in black walked in. He wore a black leather coat and a black t-shirt underneath that showed that he had some abs under the material. He wore black jeans and combat boots, and his hair was an ash blonde color. He had sapphire blue eyes that had a deadly gaze about them.
"Hello all," the stranger said in an English accent.
"I'd like you all to meet my son, William," Giles introduced the stranger. The gang stared at the guy who was Giles's son. William did not seem like he was a Watcher. They couldn't believe that he was a Watcher.
"Name's Spike, not William," the young man corrected his father.
"I told you not to use that dreadful nick name anymore," Giles said annoyed.
"Like I ever listen to you, Rupert," Spike said. "Shouldn't have given me a nancy boy name if you actually wanted me to use my first name."
Giles grimaced as he continued to stare at his son.
Willow and Buffy eyed each other, surprised by the exchange between father and son.
"Well, who's this lot?" Spike asked, eying the teens in the room.
"Well, I'd like to introduce you to Willow," Giles said, prompting the red head to stand up and approach Spike.
"Hey, uh, William. I'm Willow," she greeted him.
Spike looked at the red head. She was kinda cute he decided.
I don't think this one's the Slayer, he thought.
"Call me Spike. I don't go by William," Spike told her.
Willow nodded and sat back down.
"I'm Xander," the boy told him as he offered his hand.
Spike stared at it for a moment and shook it.
"Hello to you mate," Spike greeted him.
"What kind of a nickname is Spike?" Xander asked.
"It's a nickname of sorts. I think you'd rather not know how I got it." Spike smirked.
"Yeah, sure. Nice to meet you William," Xander said as he sat back down. Something about the guy got on Xander's nerves.
"Hey, I'm Buffy," Buffy greeted him last.
Spike looked at the young girl. Her blonde hair was pulled into a messy ponytail. She had green eyes that reflected intelligence and stubbornness. She was wearing a short, green spaghetti strap dress.
This must be the Slayer and a beauty she is too, he thought.
"You must be the Slayer," Spike told Buffy.
"Yeah, that's me. The Chosen One," she said a bit too cheerful.
"Nice to finally have met the reigning Slayer," Spike told her. He noticed that she didn't seem happy being the Slayer. Not that most Slayers enjoyed their job but most of them knew what it meant to be the Slayer and took pride in being one at least that is what he had heard and read in the Watcher's journals.
"Nice to, um, finally have met Giles's son," Buffy told him as well.
Buffy sat back in her chair after just having greeting Spike.
Wow, he's not your average Watcher, she thought. He didn't wear tweed clothes and he was also young. Her former Watcher, Merrick, had worn tweed. She was beginning to think it was a Watcher thing since Giles also wore tweed. Spike, however. was completely different from any Watcher she had ever met. He was not bookish, nor did he speak in a refined sort of way. His appearance and voice spoke of a confident, bad boy.
"We're done with the introductions,then?" Spike asked impatiently. Just that minute the door opened and in walked Cordelia.
"You guys still here?" Cordelia she noticed a stranger in the room and immediately smiled. "Hello, who are you?" she fluttered her eyelashes.
"I'm Spike." Spike grinned, blue eyes sweeping over the girl in front of him.
"I'm Cordelia Chase. You're new in Sunnydale, aren't you?" Cordelia asked.
"Yes, he is," Buffy interrupted.
"He's a Giles," Xander grinned.
Cordelia stared at Xander confused for a minute. "Are you related to Giles?" she asked.
Spike nodded and sighed.
"Wow, I can't believe this. Is he your uncle or grandpa?" Cordelia wondered.
"Try son," Xander said.
"Son? Is this some kind of joke?" Cordelia asked.
"No, Cordelia. I'm afraid it isn't," Giles said, rubbing the bridge of his nose in obvious agitation.
"So, is there anything to do 'round here besides making with the niceties. I'm rather bored and I only just got here," Spike said.
"Ooh, there's the Bronze," Willow offered.
"What's that?" Spike asked interested.
"A real popular dance club. Everyone hangs out there. It's, um, the only one in Sunnydale," Willow explained. "You can come with us when we go, um, later," she invited him.
"Maybe I'll do just that," Spike said.
Xander glared at Willow. He didn't want Spike to go with them. Willow offered him an apologetic smile, but Spike didn't notice any of this.
Buffy looked at the clock in the library. She had to go home and do some chores. "Well, I'll see you guys at Bronze. I gotta go now," Buffy stood up from her chair.
Xander, Giles, and Willow told her goodbye as she left the library.
Buffy walked in the Bronze, wearing a short black strapless dress. She spotted her friends and walked towards them
"Hey guys," she greeted, smiling. "You guys having fun so far?"
"Kinda. Looks like William is though," Willow said, as she nodded towards Spike.
Buffy noticed that William, or Spike as he is liked to be called, was dancing with a brunette.
"He makes friends fast," Buffy commented dryly, noticing that it was Cordelia whom he was dancing with.
"Let's not concentrate on William. Let's get with the dancing," Xander told the girls.
"You're right Xander. It's time for fun." Buffy smiled.
All three of them walked to the dance floor and began to dance. Buffy was dancing in the middle of Xander and Willow.
Spike noticed that the Slayer was here and dancing. He noticed the way her body swayed and moved in a sensual way. She was a natural dancer. She moved with natural grace. He became fascinated with the way her body moved.
"Hello, Spike. You there?" asked a female's voice.
Spike looked at the person he was dancing with. He had been lost in his thoughts that he hadn't heard her until now.
"Yeah," Spike answered.
"Can you get me a drink? Please," Cordelia asked.
"Sure thing, love," Spike said as he went to the bar.
He ordered the drinks and within a few moments, he suddenly saw Buffy rush out of the bronze, Xander and Willow in tow, though considerably slower. His eyebrows knitted slightly as he considered the situation. He quickly left the drinks on the counter and followed the Slayer out of the Bronze.
He heard a scream and other voices issuing from behind the club and headed towards the alley there.
"Hey, watch it," Buffy told the vampire she was fighting as she ducked an incoming punch.
"You guys go. I'll be okay," she told her friends and the girl that was almost attacked.
"Xander get my stake, it's in my bag," she told him as she landed a kick on the vampire's chest.
Xander nodded.
The vampire punched the Slayer's jaw and kicked her into the wall. He had her pinned to the wall. "Watch the dress! This is so not a Slaying outfit," Buffy said. The vampire growled. Buffy tried to kick him off her, but she couldn't.
Spike noticed this from where he was standing. The Slayer's struggle was useless against the vampire's strong grip. Spike sighed and walked towards the vampire. "Hey mate, how's it going?" Spike asked casually.
The vampire turned his face and growled. Buffy kicked the vampire hard in his shins and he released her. She backhanded the vampire and he stumbled. She tried to kick him, but he ducked and grabbed hold of her foot and pushed her back. She fell to the floor.
The vampire stood up and glared at the Slayer. He then turned to Spike and tried to attack him. Spike gave him a scissors kick, and he stumbled backwards. He tried to swing his arms to try to punch him after he recovered from the kick, but Spike ducked every one of his attempts, and swiftly caught his arm and hauled him forward, lifting him over himself and dropping him onto the floor.
Buffy, who was still on the floor, green gaze wide with surprise, said, "What are you doing?" when Spike suddenly whipped out a lighter from his coat.
"What's it look like I'm doing?" he responded as he took out a cigarette and lit it leisurely.
"Smoking," Buffy said, incredulous. "Why are you smoking in the middle of the fight?" She demanded.
"Middle of the fight? It's about to end…" Spike chuckled.
"Don't see how, since you aren't shoving a stake in the vamp's chest?"
Spike merely took a drag of the cigarette.
Buffy watched as the vampire behind Spike clambered to its feet and readied itself to spring again. Spike, however, seem to take no notice. His concentration appeared to be taken by the cigarette perched on his lips.
Buffy tensed, unable to believe, how Spike could just stand there so casually when a blood sucking fiend was behind him.
"Buff, here's your stake," Xander said, breathlessly, but before she even took the wooden weapon, Spike had moved out of his attacker's way and threw the cigarette at him. The vampire blinked, confused, and in that moment, Spike opened his lighter once more. The flame caught the undead man's clothes and within moments, he was dust.
"Don't you know, Slayer, that there's other weapons besides stakes," Spike said, shaking his lighter at her before he slipped into his coat pocket. "Guess, the old man, hasn't been teaching you well."
"I-I knew that," Buffy stammered, suddenly feeling embarrassed. "Smoking, however, doesn't fit the bill of killing the vampire though."
"Burning does though," Spike countered, releasing a puff of smoke from his cigarette. "Unlike you, I can multitask while I fight."
Buffy scrunched up at her nose as the odor of the nicotine hit her. "Multitask? More like you're putting one foot in the grave while you fight. Don't you know smoking kills?"
"Saved my life just a minute it ago, didn't it?" Spike said, grinning.
"Your lungs are dying every minute you smoke that thing though," Buffy pointed out, waving her hand in front of her face. "While you may be interested in killing yourself, I'm not. Facing death head on is enough for me." She glanced at Xander and Willow. "C'mon you guys, let's go."