Authors Note: I have no clue where I am going with this story. Sort of writting from the hip.
"Papa?" asked Little Rupert.
"Yes?" asked his father peering over the business pages of his newspaper.
"Where do babies come from?" he asked cocking his head to the side at a small angle. His roughly brown still had bed head, and his big green eyes looked quizzical. He stood in their kitchen in stripped PJ's, small pair of glasses at the end of his nose. All Matthias could think was how adorable his son looked. All he could do was laugh.
"You ok?" asked Giles as they hit the highway, yet Joyce looked really confused.
"W-we're on the wrong side."
"Joyce we're in England, drivers are on the right side here."
"O-oh." sighed Joyce becoming quite.
"Joyce what do you remember?"
"I-I remember being in my living room...feeling slightly dizzy, I decided to sit down yet before I could get to the couch I-I..." she stopped and closed her eyes tightly as if trying to rid herself of the memory. "I'm so confused," she whispered. Suddenly a loud gurgle was heard.
"And hungry I suppose?" asked Giles trying to lighten up the mood. All Joyce could do was look at him with the same confused look she had worn all night.
"An Angel?" asked Wesley in disbelief.
"Yes my boy, an Angel. A Guardian Angel to be more specific." said the deep British voice.
"Me? Your kidding right? I-I don't want to be an Angel I-"
"You must, my dear boy. You are perfect for it. You have prior education as a watcher, you can lead people, you always do what is right no matter what, and besides your dead. Not like you really have a say in the matter now do you?" he chuckled.
"I don't want to fight anymore!" he yelled as he fell to his knees. "I just want some peace," he whispered to himself. "I just want to rest."
"You will." replied the voice. Suddenly Wesley felt a warm hand on his shoulder and he looked up and saw a familiar face. "Yet there is one person you must guide first."
"Oh my god." muttered Wesley. "It's you."
"Mr. Giles. Why am I here?" whispered Joyce as the pair sat in Dennies.
"I am sorry I do not know...all my books are back home."
"Who was that man I hit though? When I hit him I was really out of it." Miss. Summers whispered in fear of someone over hearing. "I just knew he was bad though."
"That man you hit was my Uncle...it least I think my Uncle..."
"What do you-"
"It's nothing." Giles replied quickly. He cared for Joyce yet no one knows about his private life and he sort of wishes to keep it that way. Not even Buffy knows.
"What happened after my death?" whispered Joyce. Giles took a big breath before telling her the story of everything that had happened.
Jonathan awoke a giant bump on his head.
"That boy will pay, him and his little girlfriend. But first, my master needs to be payed a visit." he chuckled.
"You ok Joyce?" asked Giles gently. She looked up at him, terrified, and so lost. It made Giles on the inside crumble into tiny itsy bitsy pieces.
"I'm so scared," she whispered. "This world is not how I left It." she whispered quoting someone Giles couldn't remember who.
"Joyce, it's going to be ok," he whispered as he placed his hand on top of hers. "I promise." she looked up at him as he smiled weakly. "Its time we go visit some old friends ok?" she nodded sniffling taking her last bite of her dinner.
"So what am I suppose to do?" asked Wesley as he watched Giles open the door for Joyce like the gentleman he is and then open the car door for her as well.
"Follow him, make sure he does what is needed to be done." whispered a voice in Wesley's head. Wesley merely nodded as he closed his eyes and started flying as he chased Gile's car. Invisible to all eyes.
"So the stork brings the babies?"
"That's right Little Rupert. The stork brings the babies to the mommy and daddy's who want them." smile Matthias widely who had been preparing for this for a while.
