Title: Confessions of a Teenage Watcher
Author: Episkopos Reverend Alixtii O'Krull V, TRL of the Church of St. Jesu the Heretic, Discordian
Timeline: Somewhere around "The Girl in Question." Spoilers for "Chosen."
Rating: PG
Summary: Dawn Summers is an American attending an Italian high school in Rome. Beatrice DeCosta is her Italian classmate. Their rôles as Watcher and Slayer will send them into a world of high intrigue as the Council tries to assert its control over the guardianship of the Cleveland Hellmouth.
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Disclaimer: All original Buffy and Angel characters belong to Mutant Enemy, not me. When I said "sue me" in the Author's Notes a while back, I was joking. Just want to make that clear.
Dawn and Beatrice sit in Fr. Marcus' office. He sits behind his desk; Faith paces next to it, spinning a basketball. Standing near Faith is another girl, about sixteen.
"So, Miss Summers," Fr. Marcus says, "what do you think of our school?"
"Have to say, Father, I'm impressed," Dawn admits. "Certainly beats Sunnydale's schools hands-down."
Fr. Marcus nods. "Wyndham-Pryce has acted as my contact in the Council for several years. However, due to Faith's coming to reside in Cleveland, he felt that perhaps it would be best if someone else were to take on that duty."
"Someone who didn't order my death, maybe."
Dawn felt her eyes go wide. Faith knew about that? She made a mental note to make sure that Wyndham-Pryce kept from coming anywhere remotely near Ohio. Heck, it might be best if he just stayed out of the States altogether.
"Someone you could trust, certainly," Fr. Marcus interjected, recognizing the dangerous topic for what it was. "And as I, too, have had my disagreements with Mr. Wyndham-Pryce in the past, I think we will all find this a satisfactory arrangement."
He gestures to the teenage girl next to Faith. "This is Kimberly Mason, one of our best students here at St. Clare's. And more to the point, a Slayer."
"Miss Summers," the girl says, respectfully. She holds her head high, with none of Beatrice's starstruck shyness.
"You've been training her?" Dawn asks Faith.
Faith nods. "Me and the Padre both. He knows some nasty tricks for a priest."
"I've been training potential Slayers for a long time," Fr. Marcus says. "Not to mention running a school on top of a Hellmouth."
"They know what they're doing here, Dawn," Faith chimed in helpfully. "They've got systems and all. Did Willow ever tell you about that spell Wes and company did on the Hyperion, to disallow demon violence? They got a version of that here."
"Saved my life, probably," adds Kimberly. "The Bringers could break onto campus, but they couldn't lift a finger against us without being thrown back as if they were hit by a freight train."
"We could have used that," Dawn thinks out loud to herself. "Would have made our lives a lot easier."