"All right Watcher's Council." Said Xander as the dark blue estate pulled up outside an expensive looking hotel. "Way to go!"
"Actually Xander," Giles said as he backed the car into a parking space. "We won't be staying in the hotel."
"We won't?"
"Then where will we be staying?" Asked Buffy.
"In a house owned by the Watcher's Council." Giles explained hesitantly.
"Which would be where?"
Giles pointed across the quiet street. The teenagers in the car followed the direction of his finger.
"Oh my God!" Said Xander quietly.
Giles looked at the house. "Yes, well, uh, it may be better inside." He said, hoping against all hope that it was.
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Here is where the fic ends… until I've gotten some sleep at least!
A/N
Okay peeps, this is it. The last of the big update until I've finally gotten something to eat and some sleep! Do you realise that I've been up for fifteen hours straight on only five hours sleep? And I've been doing that brainy thing where it actually works with The Cooler King all day on account of we needed a whole new language for this race of creatures and so we developed one all of our very own while I drew a mural of Buzz Lightyear on The Cooler King's bedroom wall for her.
God, sleep!
So I'll simply say (some very complicated weird symbols that won't actually work on Word and spell it out phonetically instead) 'Vaitaeoukelti unou!"
And a round spongy thing to the first person who can figure out what I said!
Love, Kennie