Author Note: Thanks for all the reveiws
Sorry if the story is like really fast and a bit confusing, all we be explained in next chapter
Nooky: Wesley is dead cause this takes place after NFA (Not Fade Away, for all those people who don't watch Angel.)
"Little Rupert?" asked Matthias Giles.
"Yes Papa?" asked little 5-year-old Rupert.
"Do you want to see something interesting?" he asked.
"Yes papa." he replied as he quickly ran over to his father. His father was on the back porch, where a small little candle sat on the wooden flat railing. A tiny little flame waved on its wick. "Now boy watch this," he replied placing a glass jar of the flame. Within seconds the flame was out.
"Joyce?" asked Giles cautiously walking towards the center of his living room.
"W-where am I?" she asked.
"Joyce? Joyce are you ok?" he asked walking slowly towards her.
"G-get away f-from me...t-they took me from that p-p-place. T-that good p-place...t-they p-put me I-in hell...now...now...I'm somewhere else n-now...w-where am I?"
"Wait Joyce you were in heaven, then hell, and now your here?"
"I-I d-don't k-know. W-who is you?"
"It's me, Rupert Giles remember?" he asked walking slowly towards her.
"Giles? Giles? Hmm Giles? Bunnies, why do I think of you I think of Bunnies? Anya! Anya was a revenge demon, who didn't like bunnies, Bunnies, Buffy! People called Buffy, Bunny. Buffy's my daughter, it was a dream, it was real, it was real right?" she asked in complete rant, having gone completely insane. Yet by now Giles was only a few inches away from her.
"Your name is Joyce, you have two daughters name Dawn and Buffy."
"Oh...ok...I think I'm going to fall down now." and with that Joyce Summers fainted into Gile's arms who caught her swiftly.
Wesley watched...it drove him nuts that, that was all he was aloud to do.
"Dam-it! Won't you let me do something!" screamed the ghost of Wesley Wyndam Pryce. "I have no bloody clue why I am haven't moved on yet! Is anyone listening?" he yelled in the field outside's Rupert Gile's house. For some odd reason he wasn't aloud to go more then 100 yd's away from Giles. He left 100 yards and he showed up back outside his kitchen window.
"You haven't moved on because you're not a ghost," said a deep British accent from out of nowhere. "Wesley my dear boy. Your an angel."
"Buffy?" he asked.
"Hello?" said a deep voice.
"Angel is that you?"
"Yeh"
"You still in the hospital? Because of the fight behind the alley that happened a few months ago?"
"Yeh, 100 human and all. Which means 100 hospitals."
"How's it's going?"
"Look don't play with me. I just lost all my friends, I'm human, and I am helpless but I am sure as hell not stupid. What do you want?"
"Angel where's Buffy."
"I don't know." he replied weakly. "She was just here."
"Look if you see her could you please tell her that I called."
"Why should I?"
"I-I'm sorry?" asked Giles in disbelief.
"Fred is dead because of you Rupert, so I highly suggest we don't meet in person. You put me though more hell then you'll ever know."
"Angel, Buffy's mother just went through hell then we'll ever now."
"Joyce is with you?" asked Angel.
"Yes!" exclaimed Giles frustrated as he rubbed the space between his noses.
"I'll get a hold of her as soon as possible."
"Thank you, good bye." he replied quickly hanging up not wanting to deal with him if he didn't have to. Quickly turning to the couch he saw Joyce lying there helplessly and quietly. The old British man walked over to her calmly dabbing her forehead gently. Her bright golden curls where all over her face.
"Rupert?" she whispered her eyelids fluttering opened. She spoke weakly.
"Little Rupert?" asked a voice. Gile's turned and saw his Uncle Joe.
"So why are you here?" asked Giles as the two men sat in the small kitchen drinking tea.
"Do I need an excuse to visit me favorite nephew."?
"Well no, not if you consider it being 2 AM in morning a reason then no." Giles replied sarcastically.
"Goblin" Joyce muttered stumbling into the kitchen. Gile's ears perked up.
"I'm sorry?"
"Goblin... Gile's he's a goblin!" she shrieked.
"Who is she Rupert? You always did have a thing for odd woman, but crazy? You must be really desperate little Rupert." with that Gile's punched his uncle so hard he fell to the ground and broke the wooden chair. He stopped, why did he just punch his uncle? He insulted Joyce that's why, but since when did she have the power to make him do crazy things like that?
Soon realizing what he had done he ran over to his uncle yet stopped when he saw the nose had fallen off, and in it's place was a green slimy nose. His uncle stood up, his skin pasty white like always, except his nose which remained long, hooked at the end, a giant wart on it's side and green. Oh dear god he was the goblin.
Giles started backing away in disbelief, the man whom he would once call uncle chuckled evilly, revealing hundreds of tiny little sharp teeth.
"This should be fun, killing the last remaining Giles. Now come Little Rupert to Uncle Joe." he chuckled moving towards Gile's who would normally fight back but...he was too terrified. This thing has haunted his nightmares since he was a boy. Yet especially lately. SuddenlyUncle Joefell to the floor.
Joyce Summers stood behind him, a giant black frying pan in her hand.
"The goblin is bad," she said simply. Giles unsure of what to do quickly grabbed Joyce's hand and ran to his car, start the ignition and drove as fast and as far as he possible could.
"Why does it do that Papa?" asked Little Rupert.
"Because without air, the flame can't live."
"Is that why all the lighting bugs die when I keep them?" mumbled Little Rupert.
"Not exactly."
"I don't want them to die." replied Little Rupert quickly as he took a small jar that rested on the porch, he opened it as the fireflies flew into the night air. The little boy watched in aww at their amazing glow.
