A.N: I'm so so sorry it has taken me this long to produce a part, but I just had such a serious writers block on what to do next. This is a little rushed and I'm not too fond of it but it'll do to just keep the story moving along. Thankyou so much all that have reviewed, I promise I will be better at this as the summer continues. More parts soon I promise.

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The room went silent, everyone turned their heads and stared at the group of teenagers that had just arrived. "Well, some of you aren't anyway.." Angel amended, feeling slightly embarrassed for pointing it out so bluntly.

Michael stared at this new pale guy and quickly voiced exactly what he was thinking, "And how would you know that? Who the fuck are you?" The guy just stared at him emotionless, which made Michael angrier. Is this why Maria gets so annoyed with me when I do the stonewall thing? I can see why...but I at least have a reason... Michael glanced over at Maria, she had paled at the guy's remark and even though she looked completely in control, he could see her hands were shaking slightly. Without thinking, Michael slipped his hand into hers and he squeezed it reassuringly. She looked up him in surprise, and smiled at him gratefully. He almost forgot how well they could communicate silently, he could read her and most of the time she could read him, whether he liked it or not. He scrutinized each new person in the room, they looked like they were preparing for something, a battle perhaps? The dark haired girl clad in leather was sharpening something.

Faith noticed the rude teenager staring at her, it wasn't an admiring glance though, this stare almost sent chills down her back...it was penetrating and assessing. She saw his gaze linger on the stakes; did he know what they are? Faith's mind was already reeling from Angel's statement; she hadn't sensed anything different about these teenagers, except they all looked tense, frightened, and a lot older than their age. As if they had been through some ordeal that had aged them. She could relate there. Michael's gaze could still be felt when she looked away, it burned on her, making her skin flush with heat. Something about him made her nervous, which in itself was otherworldly, she had never been nervous around anything before

Finally, the silence was broken by Valenti making a loud sound of exasperation and strode forward towards Giles, "Damn it, I knew something like this would happen! I told you Rupert that it would!"

"Well...ah...yes, I suppose it was to be expected. But I think we can work this out" The twinkle in his eye gone as he approached this topic will full seriousness. Everyone was dumbly staring at him now, questions on all of their faces. "Okay, how do I start this, Rupert do you have any advice? Maybe we could just go around in a circle and just introduce who we are…what we are and a little bit of our history. Would that work?"

"I want to know who they are first before I say anything about myself; they could be FBI for all we know." Isabel said, anxious was an understatement to describe her. Angel's remark had shaken her right through, ripping away every ice wall she had managed to build up.

"They're not FBI Isabel," Jim said gently, "I know them. Well I know Rupert anyway and he told me last night who they are. You see, Rupert is a Watcher, something I used to be a long time ago."

"Dad?" Kyle questioned, Jim nodded to him and carried on."

"Watcher is a mentor to the Slayer. A slayer is a girl born every generation to fight against the evil side of the world, the vampires and demons. When one slayer dies, another is called. It's been like this for thousands of years." There was a ripple of nervous laughter from Michael and Alex. He had to admit, it did sound a little kooky. "It's not joke boys; this girl is born stronger and faster than normal humans and heals at an increased rate. I never actually became a watcher, I trained to be one but I decided to quite, it just wasn't right for me. I then became a Sheriff in Roswell and until recently had been their enemy." Jim motioned to the silent group of aliens that were staring at him in disbelief.

"Right..." Maria started, feeling a little at loss for words. "Okay, maybe we should do the circle thing, it may sound silly but it's definitely less complicated!" Everyone else just nodded, even Spike was silent.

"Indeed, well as Jim here said, I'm Rupert Giles, I'm human and I'm Buffy and Faith's watcher." Giles said, looking a little nervous at the staring aliens.

"Yo, I'm Faith, a super-girl slayer, B died for like a sec and so I was called. That's why there are two slayers." Faith nodded to everyone and then went back to whittling her stakes while listening to the others start to introduce themselves.

"I'm Xander, just a regular ol' humanoid, I found out about all of this stuff when Buffy first came here. I've been helping her ever since."

"I'm Cordelia, a human as well thank god, I got shoved helping these losers after they saved my life a few times."

"I'm Willow, as you all already know, I'm a witch and I've been Xander's best friend since we were kids. I found out the same as he did and have been helping too." Willow glanced at Oz, worriedly, hoping for reassurance. He squeezed her hand and introduced himself.

"Oz. Werewolf. Got bit." Oz said, in his usual monosyllabic way.

"I'm Spike, formerly known as William the Bloody. I'm a damn bad vampire, Nancy Boy over there," Spike nodded at the still silent Angel, "made me into a vampire, he's my sire and for some bloody reason I'm helping these lil chits."

"Angel. Vampire. About 221 years old. Got cursed with a soul by gypsies. I don't bite people anymore. When people are turned into a vampire, their souls are gone, that's why it's easy to kill, no guilt." He then turned and looked expectantly at Michael, his gaze burning into him as a challenge. He knew they weren't human but they for sure weren't vampires either, he didn't trust them and he knew that spiky haired boy didn't trust him either. The tall blonde had mentioned something about FBI, which confused him. Why would the FBI be after these kids?

"Well, now we know who you are, we better introduce ourselves." Max said calmly, Angel could tell he was the leader; it was coming off him in strong waves. The level voice, the calm yet indefinitely strong eyes, ever watchful of everyone's move. "I'm Max, I'm 16 years old and I'm an alien. In 1947 a ship crashed into Roswell and in there was our parents and our pods. We were incubated in them until 10 years ago, where we came out looking like 6 year olds. Our pods were hidden in a cave as our ship and everything else got taken away. Including our parents." He stared at Angel and the others, there was something wrong but he just couldn't put his finger on it.

"I'm Isabel, I'm Max's sister. We were found wandering the desert road and were adopted. We've been living like humans since then, we don't know where we came from or anything of our kind."

"I'm Liz. I'm human and was shot by a pair of arguing truckers. Max saved me by healing me and that's when I first knew about their secret."

"I...I'm Maria. I'm human, Liz told me first, since I had seen what had happened and asked her about it." Maria rummaged in her pocket for her oils; this was all just way too much to take.

"I'm Alex; I'm the best friend to Liz and Maria. I was told later on when they needed me to cover for Max when he was in hospital. Alien blood is different to human blood."

"I'm Kyle, I'm human, son to Jim, I've only just recently found out about this whole thing...Max healed me when an FBI agent shot me." That explains the FBI comment, Angel thought to himself. He knew Michael would introduce himself last, just like he had done. It was an acceptance to the challenge.

"I'm Tess, I'm alien, I broke out of the pods last and was taken by our carer who was still alive, and he's called Nasaedo. I have only really just met the others of my kind."

"I'm Michael. I'm an alien; I was found wandering the desert and was put into a foster home. A different one to Max and Isabel." Michael stared at these new people and quickly worked out what was wrong. "There's someone missing from your group. You mentioned a 'Buffy' a few times, where the hell is she?"

"She's missing. A vampire took her off somewhere." Willow said, her eyes filling up slightly. Oz gave her a hug and shot daggers at Michael for being so blunt.

"Oh Willow, chica!" Maria exclaimed. She broke the tension by crossing the invisible divide that had formed between the two groups and hugged Willow. "We'll help get her back, right guys?" It wasn't a question; it was more of an order and a prompt for others to be friendly. Max held her gaze for a while, considering it and then slowly nodded.

"Yes, we'll help." Everyone in the group nodded with him except for Michael who stubbornly crossed his arms and stared at Maria, a scowl forming on his face. She knew exactly what was going through his mind, but she knew she could convince him, it just took some reassurance.

Giles stood and looked at the two groups, he could feel the prophecy unfolding as he watched them. He hoped to god that things would work out differently to what was prophesised; otherwise they all were looking at a terrifying ordeal before them.

tbc...