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.
"Buffy's injuries will be gone within a day, and her broken arm wont give her too much trouble. Advanced healing and all that." Giles said softly to 'his' children.
That's what he thought of Buffy, Willow, and Xander. They were his kids.
And despite what Snyder had to say about a Wizard's healing, it hurt to see Xander in pain. They'd had to put up a cot in the Watcher's officer at the school.
Neither Giles nor Snyder were willing to send him home to the Harris', but legally neither man could bring him home either. And as blind as the police of Sunnydale were, they wouldn't turn their backs on a teen boy going home to a male teacher's home.
"He'll be fine in a few weeks. But the scars..." Snyder said with pain in his voice.
He'd been able to stop the acid from totally destroying his son's arm, but the scars were a different matter. They looked ugly, his skin was red and abused.
It was as if his flesh was melting candle wax. Xander's muscles hadn't been harmed, the acid hadn't gone that far yet but those scars would be with him a long time.
More then likely his whole life.
Something about all of this, a Warlock just appearing in Sunnydale, a group of vampires working for him...It all seemed like a bad omen.
Like someone had set this up. Snyder hoped it hadn't been the Mayor. If it had gone that far that fast, it might not be safe for him to stay in Sunnydale anymore.
And who would watch over Xander then? The Watcher cared a great deal, it was easy to see from his worried eyes. But he didn't have the skin to teach a Wizard.
He didn't have the knowledge to keep him safe.
Snyder was starting to really regret coming here at all. Maybe it was time for him to go. Turning away from the librarian, and his son's friends he made his way into the hall and started walking to his own office.
He had some packing to do, needing to make everything seem closure. He'd be out of town before morning. "God help my son."
"Because I can't."
Fin.
