More, more insanity, joing me in my wonderful what if world of Buffy. Fans! Please remember that this does not follow the series completely. And of course I do not own ay of the Buffy character's they were not created by me. Cerridwen however is mine. Please let me know what you think.

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The taller of the two angels and the heretofore spokesman became serious. "There is something else that I must tell you. The body that was chosen for you is a near exact replica of a very powerful young woman. You will share some of her attributes once you get used to being a human. It is imperative that she is kept safe." The last was spoken directly to Buffy.

"So on top of saving the world, I am supposed to watch her? What do I have the word baby-sitter stamped on my forehead?" Buffy frowned.

"You would do well to heed the orders of He that created you. You were created to do his bidding and none other. Protect this child and see to it the reason for her being is carried out." The silent Angel said. He had stepped forward and pointed an accusing finger at Buffy.

"But what purpose, aside from a lesson in questioning, could possible be served in having her here, on a hell mouth no less?" Giles asked as it appeared the two men were fading away.

"All will be revealed in time." The words seemed to hang in the air, for the two angels had vanished.

Willow began to teach the girl how to eat. "All I get is that it was no coincidence that Spike found her," She said and handed her a cup of water.

"Yeah well I had better get hunting; we can't leave demons running free in Sunnydale." Buffy said and stalked out. She had to find Spike they would more likely need each other before the night was done.

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Giles opened one of the large suitcases the two angels had left behind and gasped at the sumptuous cloth inside. These were her clothes. There seemed to be yards of cloth, for just one skirt. Willow frowned, it seemed that every time she came near to emptying her suitcase, it was refilled. "we should put her in these, she can't very well walk around in these sheets." Giles said as he handed Willow the skirt and began to search through the cloth for a matching top.

"well we can solve that, she can't walk remember." Willow tried to make light of the situation. Cerridwen had not stopped sobbing since Spike had left a second time. "He will be back you know," She told the angel, "He lives here."

"Lives... well one would hope that he would live wherever he is as opposed to dying." Cerridwen's brow furrowed as she tried to figure out Willow's meaning.

"Ah well, that's a funny thing about Spike you see he's not exactly..." Willow began

"Why is everyone in my room?" Dawn said. She had just come in from cheerleading practice and was not looking forward to Buffy's lecture on getting in before dark. Not only was Buffy not around, but people where ion her room and she had no idea who one of them was.

"Oh Dawn hello," Giles moved forward, "Perhaps you would like to come with me, I will explain everything while Willow dresses your new roommate."

"Roommate...What!" Dawn was heard to screech a few moments later. Cerridwen startled as Willow was trying to lace the skirt that folded in odd ways. There were indeed yards of cloth that draped all the way to the floor. Willow had never seen material like it. It shimmered and moved as if it were liquid. It's color was an odd mix of purple ,silver, blue and black often changing colors in the light. The top was cropped just underneath her breasts, but the sleeves were full and covered her hands.

Willow was applying a brush to her long dark hair when Dawn and Giles entered the room with Tara. "Wow," Tara mouthed as Cerridwen looked up and smiled at them.

"Dawn this is Cerridwen, she will be staying with us." Giles said. "Cerridwen this dawn, Buffy's younger sister and Tara, she is a close friend of ours."

"I have honor in gaining your acquaintance." Cerridwen said shy as so many people were converging on her. "What hour would Spike return?" She asked.

Instead of answering Giles scratched his head. "Hmm you speak our language, but your syntax is something to be worked with. I will help you all I can." Giles took her head and showed her how to balance as she shifted on foot in front of the other. "There see your walking, Now let's see if you can navigate stairs." Giles lead her from the room.

"Wow," Tara said again. "Did you see the clothes, that girl dresses like some sort of fairy tale princess."

"I wonder who she is modeled after," Willow began to finish unpacking. "Giles seems to be happy to have a new student, No doubt he has her buried in books. Apparently she can read and speak any language she comes in contact with."

"How do you know that?" Dawn asked.

"Angels are universal, they bring messages of love and hope to everyone around the world, there would be a problem if great tidings of joy could not be understood right," Willow laughed.

"More importantly, Why would God choose to place her here, now?" Tara wondered.

"How about we not question God," Willow looked up at the ceiling as if she could see clear through it. "As we have a prime example of questions downstairs, let's not OK."