Cousin Andrew
Greg went straight home from work. He knew he would be back there in about nine hours. There was so much to do. He went to his computer and fired up the internet. He tried googling until he found what he was looking for. But after hours of fruitless searches he gave up. As a last resort he called his mother.
"Hi Mom....yeah, it's me...no I'm fine. Mom, I make plenty of money, that's not why I'm calling. Look, I'm...well, I'm working on a family tree. Do you have my cousin Andrew's number? Yeah, I know he's in England. Mom, I don't care how much it costs to call him. Yeah, yeah...okay...thanks Mom. No, don't know when I'll be home again. Yeah, I'll try. Okay, I love you too. Gotta go. Bye."
Greg hung up the phone. When he was watching the interrogation the British man, Wesley, mentioned the Watcher's Council. This clicked something in Greg's mind. He remembered last Thanksgiving his cousin Andrew had been going on and on about being accepted into the Watcher's Council, a very prestigious organization in England. He also remembered that Andrew grew up in Sunnydale, the town Nick referred to. Pieces started coming together, but Greg didn't want to say anything to Grissom until he actually spoke to Andrew.
Greg really never kept in touch with Andrew. He and his brother Tucker had gotten involved in witchcraft and other mystical things in high school. Plus Andrew was pretty much a nerd, even by Greg's standards. Greg sighed and picked up the phone. He dialed the international number, and after what seemed like forever someone finally picked up.
"Hi, can I speak to Andrew Wells please? Yes, I'll hold." There was a long pause with some annoying hold music playing in the background. Greg thought he was going to lose his mind when the line finally picked up.
"This is Andrew Wells, Junior Watcher extraordinaire, how may I be of service?"
"Andrew, this is Greg Sanders."
"Greg who? I don't believe I know any Greg Sanders."
"Your cousin moron." Greg suddenly remembered how badly Andrew annoyed him.
"Oh, Gregory, yes of course. How are you?" Andrew couldn't stand his cousin Greg, he always acted so stuck-up. He thought he was better then Andrew just because he was good at sports and stuff. Greg used to tease Andrew mercilessly as children. Andrew had even begged his brother Tucker to teach him some spells to use on Greg, but Tucker refused. Still that was all in the past, Andrew was one of the good guys now. He would have to be nice.
"I'm fine. So, uh…how's England."
"Cut the crap Greg, what do you want?"
Greg was a little surprised at Andrew's bluntness. "So the little shit finally grew some balls," Greg thought.
"Okay, since you put it that way. I need your help. Do you think you could possibly come to Vegas?"
"Wait a minute, you need my help? Might I remind you that I despise you and everything you stand for?"
"Yeah, yeah…I know I was a real jerk to you when we were kids. But this is important." Greg took a deep breath. "Look, remember last Thanksgiving when you told me about vampires and all that stuff? Well let's just say I believe you now."
"Why, what happened?" asked Andrew worriedly.
"They showed up in our lab. Bad ones and good ones. Andrew, we don't know what to do."
"What do you mean good ones?"
"Two vampires with souls, Angel and Spike."
"Spike?!" Andrew interrupted excitedly. " Spike is there in Las Vegas? Well why didn't you say so? I'll be on the next plane out."
"Wait a minute…you know these guys?"
"Oh Spike and I are old friends. We go way back…yep, a lot of history there."
"Well, there's another problem too. Remember how you told me you grew up on a hellmouth, and I gave you a wedgie for lying?"
"How could I? It was last Thanksgiving."
"Well, sorry about that, because now there's one growing under us!"
"What?! Holy bejesus, another hellmouth, how exciting! I'll have to speak to my supervisor, Mr. Giles…he'll be thrilled…or whatever…to hear about this. Okay, Greg tell me everything you know."
Greg filled Andrew in on all the details and made arrangements to pick him up from the airport later that evening. They hung up. Greg leaned back on his couch and rubbed his tired eyes. He hoped he hadn't made a big mistake by involving Andrew. Greg fell into an uneasy sleep filled with nightmares.
Greg went straight home from work. He knew he would be back there in about nine hours. There was so much to do. He went to his computer and fired up the internet. He tried googling until he found what he was looking for. But after hours of fruitless searches he gave up. As a last resort he called his mother.
"Hi Mom....yeah, it's me...no I'm fine. Mom, I make plenty of money, that's not why I'm calling. Look, I'm...well, I'm working on a family tree. Do you have my cousin Andrew's number? Yeah, I know he's in England. Mom, I don't care how much it costs to call him. Yeah, yeah...okay...thanks Mom. No, don't know when I'll be home again. Yeah, I'll try. Okay, I love you too. Gotta go. Bye."
Greg hung up the phone. When he was watching the interrogation the British man, Wesley, mentioned the Watcher's Council. This clicked something in Greg's mind. He remembered last Thanksgiving his cousin Andrew had been going on and on about being accepted into the Watcher's Council, a very prestigious organization in England. He also remembered that Andrew grew up in Sunnydale, the town Nick referred to. Pieces started coming together, but Greg didn't want to say anything to Grissom until he actually spoke to Andrew.
Greg really never kept in touch with Andrew. He and his brother Tucker had gotten involved in witchcraft and other mystical things in high school. Plus Andrew was pretty much a nerd, even by Greg's standards. Greg sighed and picked up the phone. He dialed the international number, and after what seemed like forever someone finally picked up.
"Hi, can I speak to Andrew Wells please? Yes, I'll hold." There was a long pause with some annoying hold music playing in the background. Greg thought he was going to lose his mind when the line finally picked up.
"This is Andrew Wells, Junior Watcher extraordinaire, how may I be of service?"
"Andrew, this is Greg Sanders."
"Greg who? I don't believe I know any Greg Sanders."
"Your cousin moron." Greg suddenly remembered how badly Andrew annoyed him.
"Oh, Gregory, yes of course. How are you?" Andrew couldn't stand his cousin Greg, he always acted so stuck-up. He thought he was better then Andrew just because he was good at sports and stuff. Greg used to tease Andrew mercilessly as children. Andrew had even begged his brother Tucker to teach him some spells to use on Greg, but Tucker refused. Still that was all in the past, Andrew was one of the good guys now. He would have to be nice.
"I'm fine. So, uh…how's England."
"Cut the crap Greg, what do you want?"
Greg was a little surprised at Andrew's bluntness. "So the little shit finally grew some balls," Greg thought.
"Okay, since you put it that way. I need your help. Do you think you could possibly come to Vegas?"
"Wait a minute, you need my help? Might I remind you that I despise you and everything you stand for?"
"Yeah, yeah…I know I was a real jerk to you when we were kids. But this is important." Greg took a deep breath. "Look, remember last Thanksgiving when you told me about vampires and all that stuff? Well let's just say I believe you now."
"Why, what happened?" asked Andrew worriedly.
"They showed up in our lab. Bad ones and good ones. Andrew, we don't know what to do."
"What do you mean good ones?"
"Two vampires with souls, Angel and Spike."
"Spike?!" Andrew interrupted excitedly. " Spike is there in Las Vegas? Well why didn't you say so? I'll be on the next plane out."
"Wait a minute…you know these guys?"
"Oh Spike and I are old friends. We go way back…yep, a lot of history there."
"Well, there's another problem too. Remember how you told me you grew up on a hellmouth, and I gave you a wedgie for lying?"
"How could I? It was last Thanksgiving."
"Well, sorry about that, because now there's one growing under us!"
"What?! Holy bejesus, another hellmouth, how exciting! I'll have to speak to my supervisor, Mr. Giles…he'll be thrilled…or whatever…to hear about this. Okay, Greg tell me everything you know."
Greg filled Andrew in on all the details and made arrangements to pick him up from the airport later that evening. They hung up. Greg leaned back on his couch and rubbed his tired eyes. He hoped he hadn't made a big mistake by involving Andrew. Greg fell into an uneasy sleep filled with nightmares.