Buffy changed her clothes slowly in Adam's bedroom the next day, still feeling the urge to run, despite his promise not to turn her into the Watcher's Council. At the moment, the only thing really keeping her there, was Adam's offer to give her somewhere to sleep while he figured out how she had become both slayer and immortal. She didn't really have anywhere else to go, so she had no choice but to accept the offer. He had told her all there was to know about immortality and the Game. He had even told her that although he was immortal (and therefore not supposed to know of the Council), he had somehow managed to get in, posing as a Watcher in order to hide from other immortals. Buffy had a feeling that Adam Pierson wasn't his real name, but didn't bother questioning him about it. After all, she hadn't been terribly honest herself.

He appeared to be a man in his mid thirties, but knew that to be merely an illusion. He had told her he was fairly old, even by immortal standards. It didn't really phase her. She was used to being around beings that had centuries on her in the age department. Angel had been two centuries her senior after all.

Angel. The name brought a flood of emotions to the surface that she fought to bury. She had to forget him. Had to forget Sunnydale, and everything about her old life. There was nothing for her there. Angel was dead at her hand, she had been expelled from school and her mom couldn't handle having her as a daughter. She had made that clear when she told her never to come back. She should have known her freak status was too much for her.

Here she could start over again. She could be Anne Sommerville, a young runaway with no past. Adam didn't seem to care who she was, or wasn't. She didn't even mind so much being an immortal anymore, though she vowed to him never to pick up a sword in combat again. She'd find other ways to fight if challenged. It was just too hard. He seemed to accept that for now, but she had a feeling he wouldn't give up on the subject. To be honest, she kind of liked that he wasn't willing to.

She thought about the man who had managed to best her in physical combat and smiled a moment. He was tall and lanky, bordering on skinny but no unattractively so. His bulky sweaters and tight jeans made an intriguing contrast and one Buffy found to be awfully pleasant on the eyes. And speaking of eyes, the man had the most amazing green eyes she had ever seen. He had an aristocratic face, and yet somehow managed to look average rather than snobbish. In short, he was an incredibly striking man...and that accent....oooh boy.

She shook her head, unable to believe she was able to find another man attractive, so soon after killing Angel. She hated herself for it. Not only had she betrayed the only man she had ever loved in the worst way imaginable, not even two days later she was thinking about someone else. What kind of person was she? Concentrating hard, she managed to conjure up an image of Angel's face and suddenly felt both comforted and pained by it. He must hate her so much right now. He had trusted her and because of that he would suffer for all eternity. If only it could be her in hell...it should be her.

"Angel, what have I done? What am I doing?" She whispered the words to nobody, and yet some part of her expected him to answer. It was like she could still feel him, deep down inside of her, where it mattered most.

"Anne?" Adam was calling to her from the other side of the door. "Are you ready to go? Joe and the others are anxious to meet you."

Joe Dawson he had told her was a Watcher, who also owned a Blues Bar in the city. His immortal Duncan MacLeod was a good friend of Adam's and they often spent time there. Apparently Joe Dawson had broken his Watcher's oath and befriended Duncan, despite it being completely forbidden. Buffy felt slightly comforted in the fact that this Joe Dawson didn't sound like the type who would turn her in. Clearly he found the rules of the council subjective, valuing the bigger picture and the lives of his friends more than an oath. She could respect that. She could understand that. She wondered if he was British like Giles.

Joe Dawson was a field man, so Duncan MacLeod had started out as his assignment. Adam however, was merely a researcher and didn't follow immortals around for a living. He had explained to her that it was an excellent hiding place, as the hours were long, and he was often secluded among books rather than people. It also gave him access to the Watcher's database, so he could keep abreast of what immortals were in town and when to avoid them.

"I'll be right out," she called back, taking one more look at herself in the mirror before exiting the room. She was nervous about meeting Adam's friends. What if they took one look at her, decided she was just a child that needed to go home, and gave away her whereabouts? She didn't think that would happen, and Adam had assured it wouldn't, but the fear was still there. And who was this Duncan MacLeod? Adam had made a few references to his power and reputation, but they hadn't all been flattering.

"You look good." Adam told her in a simple tone. She wasn't even sure if it were a compliment, but she smiled anyway.

"You sure they aren't going to check my I.D.?" She asked him. "I mean, you said this was a bar..."

"Joe is a friend of mine, and he understands that in his line of work, age can be deceiving. Some people live outside the rules Anne. He knows that."

She didn't say anymore, but rather followed him out to his Range Rover and got in. They were silent on the way to Joes, both lost in their own thoughts. Buffy managed to sneak a few looks in Adam's direction, wondering what had possessed him to bother caring what happened to her. She got the feeling he wasn't the type of man to involve himself in things lightly, especially if there were a possibility they might pose a danger to him personally.

"We're here," he said as they pulled into the parking lot of a small, but friendly looking Tavern that blinked the word 'Joe's'. Buffy gathered her courage, took a deep breath, and followed Adam inside.