A/N: Well, as most of you have guessed, Giles is their Whitelighter. Some of my friends said that it wasn't a good idea but I went ahead with it anyway because it would be easier for him to keep watch over them. Also partly because I can be really stubborn. Hehehe… Anyway, thanks for the reviews; I can see that this story is getting more popular now…Hehehe again. Just to correct myself, this takes place in Season 7, but Tara was not shot and Willow didn't go all evil and veiny and all.

PiPeRAnGeL39: No, sorry, it's not Andy.

Gomay: Phae has powers similar to her mother's, i.e. telekinesis and astral projection, a little empathy and I threw in telepathy as well.

Kat Hawkins: Thanks! More here!

Allen Pitt: Gosh, long review! But thanks. And yeah, I guess Giles really did get killed by the Bringer. The reason Giles didn't heal Buffy is because, well, like you said, Slayers can heal themselves, and also he didn't really want to blow his "secret identity". Well, I do like Leo, but after the sixth season and finding out about the way he treated Chris, I'm not so sure. But if I'm being a little biased or something, then I'm really sorry and I will try my best not to do that.

Juzblue: I think I might explain how they met, or then again I might not, it depends on what my fingers type actually. ;-) No, it wasn't just you, I have to admit the last chapter was kind of short. Longer chapter I hope!

On with the story! And no treats or cookies whatsoever today.

Chapter 8

Back room of Magic Box

Giles nodded as Leo finished telling him about Phae, a slight frown on his face. "So what you're saying is, she has to go to Sunnydale. But why can't she stay here? I wouldn't mind having another witch to look after. Plus she really is a big help here."

Leo sighed mentally. "I haven't really told anyone yet, but the demon that killed Andy…"

"What about it?" Giles asked cautiously, not very sure if he wanted to know.

"I think he might be after Phae."

Instant worry creased Giles' fatherly face. "Wasn't he vanquished?"

"The Elders think he might not have been completely vanquished. They say his body was vanquished, but not his essence. Well, not fully, anyway."

"How can they be so sure?"

Leo gestured to the newspaper. "Haven't you noticed that there's been a rash of murders that match the way the demon used to kill?"

Giles walked over and picked up the newspaper, scanning the pages as he flipped through. "Haven't been reading the paper much, lately."

"So you see, the reason I need Phae in San Francisco, is so that her aunts can keep an eye on her, protect her from the demon, that sort of stuff."

Giles turned back to his mentor Whitelighter. "What about Buffy?"

Leo shook his head. "Not strong enough."

"Willow?"

Leo was a little uneasy. "Not too sure about her. I mean, what if…?"

Giles nodded, knowing fully what Leo meant. 'What if she went evil again?'

"Phaedra isn't going to listen to me, because she probably hates me, so I need you to talk to her, try and make her realize that she's better off with her aunts."

The ex-Watcher sighed. "Remind me again why I'm supposed to do it again."

"Because you're like their father figure, and they'll probably listen to you, especially Phae," Leo answered.

Giles nodded. "I'll try my best."

Leo nodded once, then orbed out, going to who knew where.

Giles sighed, and walked out of the back room, unsure if he wanted to do this but knowing that he didn't have much of a choice.

Magic Box, main part

Phae sat behind the counter, fiddling with the hem of her forest green top. All around her, people were talking, having their own private conversations. Willow and Tara were helping Dawn with her homework, which Phae had already done the night before due to the lack of things to do. Even Anya wasn't at the counter, though one could hear her and Xander bickering from the other side of the room.

She looked up as Giles came out of the back room alone, wiping his glasses. That's not good, it can never mean anything good, Phae thought as she watched him head over to the counter.

He wants to talk to me, though I can't figure out what. He's blocking me. She frowned, trying to decipher him without mind-reading. Since he was in there with Dead Uncle, he probably wants to talk to me about...moving?

Giles had reached the counter by then, and sat down beside her. "Not joining in the mindless chit-chat?" he asked, smiling slightly.

Phae returned the smile with one of her own, shaking her head. "Nah. Too much talking. Gives me bad headache."

The smile on his face was more genuine now, and also more amused, then he turned serious. "Phaedra," he started.

Oh, no! He called me Phaedra. No one calls me Phaedra. Except when they're angry or something. Oh. No.

"Your uncle was talking to me, and he told me that you are to live with your aunts in San Francisco, am I right?"

"Um, no?" Phae tried, hoping that he would tell her that she had to stay here, that she couldn't go because…because they needed her help here. Or maybe because she had to finish high school, and maybe move on to UC Sunnydale.

She shrank back at the look Giles gave her. "Phae, I understand your reluctance to go, but you have to understand us. It's for your own good."

"What do you know about my own good!" she exclaimed, wondering how it was possible that Dead Uncle had talked Giles into it.

"Calm down, Phaedra," Giles started, but Phae cut in.

"Why is everyone so hell bent on getting me to leave Sunnydale!" Phae said, although by that time she had captured everyone's attention. "Don't you people get it that I am perfectly happy here and that I do not wan to have anything to do with aunts who forgot that I existed and thus left me alone for SEVENTEEN YEARS!"

Silence.

"You're…you're leaving?" Dawn's disbelieving voice broke the silence.

No one answered her, probably because the only people who could answer her were having a little argument among themselves.

"I am not leaving," Phae finally said. "There is no way anyone-"

She was cut off by more swirling lights. She turned to face the intruder, and was surprised to find not one, but three people. Three ladies, all looking a little similar.

"Hi…which one of you is Phaedra?" the one with long brown hair said, warmth reflected in her brown eyes.

"Why do you care?" Phae asked, folding her arms across her chest.

"Because we're your aunts," said another one with shoulder-length black hair.