First chapter = disclaimers.

A/N: Um, yes, I have no excuse for not posting sooner. That is all.

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Buffy pounded down the carpeted hallways of the hotel with Giles following close behind her. They found the two missing demons standing outside of the door to George's room.

Not even slowing down, Buffy plowed straight into the first one while Giles took a swing at the second. Anger fueled her strength as she mercilessly attacked it for daring to escape her. With a quick movement, she snapped its neck only to turn around and see its companion trying to do the same thing to Giles.

"HEY! And I mean Hey! That's my man, and if anyone gets to strangle him, it's me," Buffy snarled as she pulled it off of Giles, swung it around, slammed it against the hotel room door, and staked it. Unfortunately, the instant it died, Willow and Tara's spell was no longer effective against keeping it out, and Buffy had swung it with a little more force than necessary.

With a loud snap, the door flew inwards. Surprised and frightened, George stumbled away from the door, tripped, and knocked himself out against the footboard of the bed.

"You know. That was almost worth it," Buffy said brightly as she pulled herself off the floor. "You okay Giles?" She asked as she dusted her pants off.

"Travers," Giles rasped in response as he massaged his throat.

"What?" Buffy whirled around to look back into the room and saw the loathsome head of the Council. Her smile fell. "Look, I'm not in the mood for you to try to kill me. Bag up and leave and take Mr. Snively with you," she concluded with a vague gesture towards Traver's assistant.

"Ah, Ms. Summers...Buffy, how nice to see that you haven't lost your charming manners," Quentin replied smoothly.

"You know her? By name?" Robert asked stunned.

"Well, why shouldn't I? She and your son have been quite the pair. Yes, quite the pair indeed," Travers mused.

"Is there something you wanted, Travers, or have you just come to piss me off in general? I can't assure that Buffy won't hit you if you stay," Giles said as he began to regain some of his vocal strength.

"Rupert " Robert said aghast at his son's behavior.

"I haven't come to see you at all, Rupert. I've come to see your father. I would never have imagined that he'd taken up with his ex-wife again. Quite scandalous that, and coming so far to see... Well, I'm not sure if disappointment is a strong enough word to describe what you must be to your father."

"Now just a minute, Quentin. You have no right to judge my son by his sexual preferences. I cannot say that I am delighted by his choice in his partner, but I see no reason for you to condemn him so harshly," Robert cut in quickly before either Buffy or Giles could respond.

Travers' mouth moved silently for a moment while his aide looked like he was about to pass out.

"Yes, well, ah, Father, I'm quite certain that my sexual inclinations towards Buffy were not what Mr. Travers was talking about," Giles explained.

"You're having sex with her?" Travers sounded like he thought the sky was about to turn purple and all the stars turn green with it.

"W...well, not as such..."

"Actually, Giles is planning on ravishing me as soon as his parents leave. There was talk of whipped cream."

"Buffy," Joyce choked out.

Giles took off his glasses and stared at the ceiling. "Thank you so much for helping, dear," he mumbled towards his Slayer.

Buffy stuck her tongue out at him.

"I'm not certain I understand," Robert said.

"Are you stupid or something?" Anya asked him, "Because you would think that after Buffy just killed all those demons, you'd be a little faster on the uptake."

Robert stared at Rupert. "She's..."

"I'm the Slayer. Well, one of two actually, but Faith is a psycho, so she really doesn't count."

"Buffy and I are the ones who lead poor Wesley astray. You see, Father, I've mislead you terribly. I no longer work for the Council. I was fired on Buffy's eighteenth birthday, and I'm totally unemployed. In fact, I sometimes do an open mic night at a coffee shop."

"You, you're sleeping with the Slayer," Travers finally managed, "When did you sink so far beneath your oaths?"

"See, now that's what I'd like to know," Xander added.

"It's complicated," Buffy quickly told her friends, "Besides, Willow was having sex with Tara for a long time before she told us, I haven't even gotten to see Giles naked yet. I mean, except for the time when he was the Fyarl demon and Ethan changed him back and his pants fell off... And I guess I'm talking too much, huh?"

Arlene took a quick step away from Willow and Tara. "They're gay?"

"Yes, and if you're not careful, they could infect you," Giles snipped at her.

"You're sleeping with him?" Joyce squeaked out.

"Yes, and if you're not careful, they could infect you. Only they haven't actually had sex yet, so that really doesn't fit, but I thought it would be a nice duplication of a sentence with a different connotation of the same basic principle of prejudice," Anya spoke in her typical fashion.

"I think I speak loud and clear when I say, Huh?" Xander stared at his lover confusedly.

"Buffy wants to sleep with her much older Watcher. We shouldn't be prejudicial about it. After all, you're dating a very old ex-demon, Willow and Tara are gay witches and before Tara, there was a werewolf. And Joyce has dated a robot, and had orgasms with Giles, but that was under a spell so it doesn't count."

"Ex-Watcher," Quentin reminded them.

"Do shut up," Grace snapped at him, "It seems to me that you have had a hand in ruining my son's life. You and your organization have had a good deal to do with the problems that this family has had. Get out. Now. I don't believe that my husband has anything to say to you at this moment that cannot wait. There is family business we need to attend to, and you sir are not family."

"Your ex-husband, and I believe he does need to talk to me. Those assassins were sent after him. Don't you want to know why?"

"He broke something of someone's, and they want payback?" Buffy stated simply.

"Yes, well that is technically true, Ms. Summers, but you don't understand the dynamics of the situation," Mr. Traver's assistant scolded her.

"No, I understand, see, kill, slay, and keep the world from ending. Now, I'm guessing this can all be resolved by some sort of ritual?" Buffy looked expectantly at the assistant.

"Well, yes, but it isn't your place..."

"Of course it's her bloody place to interfere you pillock. She's the Slayer. It is her calling. Now, whatever you planned to blackmail my father into doing in order to resolve this situation, I suggest you forget it and just perform whatever ritual is necessary," Giles fixed his glare on the two shorter men.

Knowing he was beaten, Quentin headed for the door, his toady right behind him.

"Oh, Mr. Travers, one more thing, Robert is my husband. If you were at all a good spy, you would have realized that we were never officially divorced," Grace said a moment before she slammed the door shut behind them. "Well then. I suggest that we wake up your brother, Rupert. It seems that we all have much to discuss."