First chapter = disclaimers.

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In other news, I have to apologize for the length of this chapter, I wanted it longer, but it just seemed to naturally end where it did, and I decided the next section should go in the next chapter.

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Buffy had her best smile on as she walked into the living room on Giles' arm. She was the picture of devotion, and oddly enough, she did not have to pretend she was with Angel in order to achieve the serene and happy look she was wearing.

Her eyes swept the room. Sitting on a large loveseat were two elderly people: one tallish man and an average size woman. They obviously were Giles' parents. On a long sofa sat two identical boys about Buffy's age and one girl who appeared to be a couple of years younger. In a recliner, a middle aged woman with graying blond hair sat. And last but not least, a tall, trim woman stood next to the obscenely large fireplace that was the center of the room.

"Rupert, you made it," the tall, standing woman said with a more welcoming smile than George had.

"Hello, Nancy," Giles replied with much greater warmth than he had greeted his brother with.

By the time they had said hello, the elder Giles had gotten up to great their youngest son.

"Rupert, you look well," his mother spoke politely but with little warmth.

Giles arm stiffened under Buffy's hand, but he calmly greeted his mother with a nod of his head.

Giles' father swept his eyes over his son appraisingly. Unlike when he had greeted his mother, Giles visibly bristled as he waited for his father to speak first.

"You look better than the last time I saw you," his father spoke in an almost conversational tone.

"Yes, I quite imagine that I do," Giles replied with a hint of acid in his tone.

"Robert," the former Mrs. Giles admonished her former husband, "we are here for a reunion, not to start fights. Who is your friend Rupert? Your father did not mention that you had children."

"Oh, he doesn't. I'm his fiancée. Buffy Summers," Buffy said as she stuck her hand out.

The former Mrs. Giles shook Buffy's hand numbly. "Your fiancée Rupert?"

"No bloody way," one of the twins sitting on the sofa commented.

Buffy spared him a glance mostly akin to a withering glare before returning to the people in front of her. "I'm sure this must be quite a shock, after all, you know Giles so well, why would he ever do a thing like propose to an attractive woman who loves him dearly?"

Mrs. Giles' nostrils flared at the insult, but she wisely decided not to engage in a fight with Buffy.

"Well, I for one think that it is good that at least one of us found someone who is so devoted," Nancy said as she tried to calm the brewing storm. "I don't believe you have met the children, have you?"

"Ah, no, no I haven't," Giles replied still tense from how close he had gotten to seeing Buffy pick a fight with his entire family.

Nancy smiled briefly before leading Buffy and Giles over to the couch. "This is James and Eric, they are George's boys. And this is my daughter Iris. And this," she motioned towards the blond sitting in the chair, "is your sister-in-law Arlene."

"Pleased to meet you." Giles nodded at them each individually.

Eric's eyes drifted leeringly over Buffy. "I'm pleased to meet you," he said in his smoothest voice.

Buffy looked at him and turned to Giles. "Can I hit him?"

Giles stifled a laugh at the look on his nephew's face. "No, I don't think that that would be wise, Buffy."

"Buffy is it? How did you come by such an odd name?" Arlene asked haughtily and in part to avert Buffy's attention from her son.

"The same way everybody else does. My mom gave it to me," Buffy replied flippantly.

George laughed, "Not everyone gets their names from their mum. Rupert got named by Dad."

"Well, what can I say, at least Rupert's initials don't make a good name for a French Poodle, Gigi." Buffy said in lieu of being able to beat George senseless.

Giles coughed discretely into his hand, "Yes, well why don't we move onto more pleasant topics."

"Indeed," Robert Giles agreed quickly seeing that Rupert's girlfriend seemed inherently protective of Rupert and their relationship. Given the fact that she was with Rupert in the first place, one could easily assume that she was rough and tumble as that seemed to be the type of woman his son attracted. Fighting with her would not be the best of ideas.

Mrs. Giles smiled icily at Buffy. "I don't believe that you got my name dear. You may call me Grace."

Buffy looked chagrinned for a half of a second as Grace's initials happened to be G.G. also, but then she remembered that she did not like Giles' mother any more than she liked George.

"Buffy, how did you and my son meet?" Robert inquired.

"Giles was the school librarian," Buffy answered quickly.

A collective horrified gasp arose from the assembled family members, and for once in his life, Rupert Giles was elated by Buffy's shocking etiquette.

"Your librarian? In college?" Grace asked appalled.

"Nope, high school. We got to be friends, and he helped me out when my boyfriend left me."

"I must say that I'm shocked at your behavior, Rupert," Grace admonished him.

"Would that be the helping the heartbroken girl behavior or the two times on the hood of the police car behavior?" Buffy shot back brazenly.

Jaws hung open and the room was deathly quiet until Grace fell to the floor in a dead faint.

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Giles looked at Buffy as they sat on the separate beds provided. Buffy looked sheepishly back at him.

"I guess I kinda over did it huh?" Buffy said as she looked at Giles with her biggest puppy dog eyes.

Giles ran his finger through his hair. "I'm not sure I'm in a position to answer that right now as I seem to be actually enjoying the fact that you made my mother faint. It may be a regrettable incident in the future, but I do find it quite amusing at this point."

"Well, at least they don't see you as a wuss anymore," Buffy supplied.

"I hardly think that that will change their opinion of me. More likely, they think that I've been hoodwinked by a young American female who is after my pension. Except, of course, for Father who probably thinks that I've not changed since I came crawling back to the Council."

"Sorry."

"Don't be, I rather think that they mostly deserved that. Although, might I ask what drove you to use the police car incident?"

"It sort of stuck in my head, and I figured that the best thing to do when lying is try to mix in as much truth as possible. And I thought that using an orgy story would have been too much."

"Yes, I'm quite glad that you didn't. However, I shan't promise a comfortable breakfast tomorrow."

Buffy rolled her eyes. "'Shan't?'Get you around some stuffy old Brits and you revert on me, and I think I've lived through enough awkward situations to live through a meal with a bunch of snobs. If push comes to shove, I'll just imagine that they're Cordelia and her crew, and I'm back in high school."

Giles smiled. "Buffy, you amaze me sometimes."

"Well, I'm pretty amazing. Besides how can I not be good when you gave me such a beautiful ring? I do get to keep it don't I?"

"Well, it is customary to return the engagement ring if one doesn't marry," Giles replied smarmily.

Buffy tossed a pillow at him. Giles reciprocated. Soon, they were bashing each other around with big feather pillows.

Downstairs, the only other member of the family still awake stared at the ceiling.

Robert Giles shook his head in disgust. He really should have let the Watcher line die rather than subject it to the failure that was his son. As he heard the two hooligans rolling around on the wooden floor, he sneered. It was a good thing the council had stuck Rupert in a researching position. He shuddered to think what he would have done with a potential slayer on his hands.