Author: MagnusXXN
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: BTVS doesn't belong to me, it's Joss Whendon's baby as is Angel. I don't own Charmed or the concept of witches or demons, I'm pretty sure that belongs to the church. I just own this story but I don't have any money so sue someone else.

"Wait, no not there...oh, right here it is." Giles said finally, oddly enough the note had gotten mixed in with the other junk on his desk.

"About time. Let me see." Buffy demanded quickly. It would hard enough to explain to her mom why she was at Giles's house at 3am, her mom was started to suspect 'weird' stuff.

Apparently, to her mom screwing Giles was better then killing vampires. Pause, and shudder at the metal image.

The watcher waited anxiously as she read the short note. "Yes?" He asked at seeing the look that dawned on her face. He knew it was familiar.

"The note. Its written in Xander's hand writing." She said with a deep frown.

"Xander?"

"I'd know his chicken scratch anywhere."

And he believed her, his former love Jenny had commented more then once that the boy had the hand writing of a 5 year old spaz. But getting past that, how did he know Faith was hurt or in the hospital?

"Well, he has been complaining about his eyes for the past few days. He might have seen them bring her in, and put a note on my door before heading home." Giles reasoned.

That was entirely possible. But even as he said it, he didn't believe it.

And from Buffy's even deeper frown, she wasn't buying it either. "Or he could have been patrolling on his own, find a downed Faith and took her to the hospital himself. Then on his way home left the note."

Giles's sighed, this was the last thing he wanted to deal with right now.

He didn't see the problem with Xander finding Faith and taking her to the hospital, even if she'd turned. It sounded just like something the boy would do.

But at seeing the growing aggravation on his slayer's face, he knew that Buffy had a great many problems with what he'd done.

"Damn it. I told him not to go patrolling on his own. Its just not safe!" Oh well, at least she wasn't blaming 'me' for his actions.

"This is all your fault." Spoke to soon.

"How exactly is this 'my' fault?" Giles was beginning to get pissed off. He didn't often loose his tempter with Buffy, but ever since she'd returned from LA she'd had a chip on her shoulder.

And he was about damn tired of having to put up with her snotty attitude.

"Because! You and Xander have been being too chummy, he probably got the idea from you. Since you go out by yourself." She retorted.

Grabbing his glasses, he hastily began cleaning them. "I don't need your permission to leave my own home. I was a watcher before you were a slayer, hell I was a watcher before you were born."

Hunching her shoulders in defiance, Buffy kept up her argument. "But that's just it, you're a watcher. He isn't. He can't take care of himself out there."

At his tethers end he finally let her have it, "He bloody well can! Xander took care of himself all this summer when you abandoned your post."

And there it was, and they both stared at one another shocked at the words that were just recited.

"Buffy..."Giles tried to say something, but nothing came to mind. " I didn't mean..."

"No, your right and I'm wrong. Write that on his tombstone when you come across his body in some cemetery." She fired back, before heading out the door and towards Xander's house.