DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters from Buffy or Angelthey belong to Joss Whedon. I do how ever claim ownership to Jeremiah and Kat. And while I'm on the depressingsubect of what I do and do not own, the lyricsto Greatest Discoverywere written by Elton John, i just changed the last word to fit the story

Author's Note: This story original started out to be just a story about Faith's childhood, but my imagination -as it so often does- got carried away with me. This is now that tale of Faith's family, starting with how her Aunt Katherine was a slayer before Faith and all the way up to Faith being comatose. There will be many familiar faces from both Buffy and Angel. I hope you all enjoy and please leave feedback.

CHAPTER 1

A NEW CHOSEN

In those silent happy seconds

That surround the sound of this event

A parent smile is made in moments

They have made you a friend

Until you grew much older

And All you ever learned from them

Did not compare with when they said

This is your brand new sister

-Elton John, The Greatest Discovery

January 3, 1962

2:31am

Richmond, Virginia

Medical College of Virginia

Two year old Jeremiah Benjamin Lehane sat in one of the hospitals hard plastic waiting chairs that was stationed outside of his mother's room. Though it was quite late -or early, which ever way you wish to look at it- Jeremiah was too excited to fall asleep. Any moment Jeremiah was to be a big brother. He didn't care if the baby was to be a boy or a girl. Jeremiah was just looking forward to having not just a playmate, but someone to look after, someone to be a big brother to.

"Look at him he's so cute," A nurse clad in a pink uniform said to her coworker. Jeremiah glanced up at the nurses knowing that they were talking about him.

"Hey there handsome are you ready to become a big brother?" The nurse asked. Jeremiah nodded his head.

"Are you hoping for a little brother or sister?" The nurse question Jeremiah shrugged his shoulders.

"Aw he's shy," The other nurse stated.

"That's just because he doesn't know you," A man stated. Jeremiah turned to the voice. Next to him stood a wiry built man with brown hair and dark brown eyes, dressed in green doctor scrubs. Jeremiah began to grin like a chestier cat.

"So Champ you ready to meet your new sister?" Donald asked his son. Jeremiah hopped out of his seat and Don swept the two year old into his arms and carried his son into the hospital room. There on the bed in the center of the room laid Jeremiah's mother, Paige holding a small pink bundle.

"Jeremiah say hello to your new sister, Katherine Faith Lehane," Paige said softly as Don placed his son on the bed next to Paige.

"Hi Kitten," Jeremiah whispered and placed a kiss on his sister's forehead.

"You know champ as her big brother it's going to be your job to help protect her. You up to the job?" Don asked his son. Jeremiah didn't reply as he gently took his sisters tiny fist in his hand. He was mesmerized by the tiny bundle of life. And in that moment Jeremiah knew that he would do anything for her. For the next sixteen years nothing would ever mean as much to Jeremiah as his little sister.

September 3, 1965

8:00am

Richmond, Virginia

Lehane Family Home

"Jeremiah wake up sweetheart, you don't want to be late for school," Paige called up the stairs.

Jeremiah yawned, stretching as he did so. He climbed out of his four poster bed and quickly dressed himself in the clothes his mother had laid out for him the night before. Grabbing his shoes Jeremiah went downstairs to the kitchen to eat breakfast. Tying his shoes as his mother poured him a bowl of cereal Jeremiah heard the opening of the kitchen door. Jeremiah was greeted with the sight of his three year old sister dressed in her blue pajamas, and her blankie held tightly in her right hand.

"Morning Kitten," Jeremiah said.

"I no want you go Jerry," Kat said getting directly to the point.

"I don't want to either Kitten but Dad said that it's the law that I go to school. And don't worry I'll be back by three," Jeremiah told his sister and Kat climbed on to her older brother's lap.

"Dat's forever," Kat stated, her brown eyes going wide and her little mouth forming a pout.

"Uh uh, Kitten don't make a sad face. Please, you know I can't resist it," Jeremiah begged.

"I know," Kat said grinning her eye's sparkling with mischief.

"Brat," Jeremiah smiled. The honking of a horn came and Jeremiah and Kat frowned.

"Master Jeremiah, you don't want to keep Malcolm waiting," Millie, the Lehane families new maid said entering the kitchen. Jeremiah sighed and shouldered his backpack.

"Bye, Jerry," Kat said softly.

"Bye, Kitten," Jeremiah replied a pressed a kiss to her forehead.

September 3, 1965

1:32am

Richmond, Virginia

John B. Cary Elementary School

Jeremiah sat at a table with three other children they were practicing their alphabet, a task Jeremiah found boring but went along with anyway. As Jeremiah worked, a office aid entered the room and whispered a few words to Jeremiah's teacher Mrs. Wall. Jeremiah looked up at the two women in time to see that they were looking at him. And uneasy feeling stole over the five year old. The office aid left and Mrs. Wall approached Jeremiah.

"Jeremiah your father is here to pick you up early today," Mrs. Wall told the boy.

"O-Okay," Jeremiah stuttered and quickly gathered his things and walked to the office. Jeremiah wondered why his father was here to pick him up. He knew his father did not get off of work until five.

Jeremiah entered the office. There he found his father waiting in one of the chairs. Donald Lehane looked far older that his twenty-nine years.

"Daddy, what's going on?" Jeremiah asked.

"It's Kitten," Don said and Jeremiah's heart skipped a beat.

Jeremiah and his father arrived at the hospital ten minutes latter. While Jeremiah had been away at school, Kat managed to make her way unnoticed to the attic. While in the attic Kat had brushed against a support beam that was not all to sturdy. Upon brushing against the beam, it toppled over, making the shelf it was supporting fall on top of Kat.

"Paige what did the doctors say?" Don asked as he and Jeremiah entered Kat's privet hospital room.

"They said she's stable, and that she should be waking soon. According to the doctors she was lucky and she just has a concussion," Paige said. "Jeremiah sweetheart can you stay here and watch your sister while your father and I see if we can find the doctor."

"Yes ma'am," Jeremiah said softly and took his mother's seat next to a sleeping Kat. His parents left the room and Jeremiah took his sister's hand in his own.

He sat with her for a long while and his parents had not yet returned. Growing tired Jeremiah climbed in bed next to his sister wrapping his arm's protectively around her. Just as he began to doze he heard a groan.

"Jer," Kat whispered.

"Hey, you're awake," Jeremiah yawned.

"And you were sleepin'," Kat commented. "Jer where we?"

"Hospital, you got hurt Kitten," Jeremiah told her.

"I gonna be better?" Kat asked.

"Of course you are Kitten."

"'Cause you're here right? You protect me because I'm your Kitten," Kat stated as sleep began to overtake her again.

"Exactly," Jeremiah said a kissed Kat on her temple. "I'll always protect you Kitten."

January 3, 1976

2:21 am

Richmond, Virginia

Lehane Family Estate

Fourteen year old Katherine Faith Lehane sat up with a start, a scream on her lips. Her heart was racing in her chest, and beads of sweat stood out on her forehead. This was not the way she expected to awaken on her fourteenth birthday.

She couldn't remember much about the dream other than brief flashes. There where two flashes that stood out prominently the first was of a woman her face covered in what appeared to be grey paint. The second was of another woman wearing a black trench coat, on a subway car being murdered by a man with platinum blonde hair. What prompted these dreams Kat could not say, she only hoped that they would not return. But she knew they would. Kat had been having dreams of the like for the past year.

Kat laid back down in a vain attempt to return to sleep. The images of the two woman had left Kat with a feeling of uneasiness for some unknown reason. But wanting to return to slumber, and to forget the dream she had, Kat climbed out of bed. She left her bedroom, and padded down the hall to her brother, Jeremiah's room next door. She quickly slid under the covers and rested her head on Jeremiah's chest.

Though she tried her hardest not to wake her brother, Jeremiah awoke as soon as he felt Kat climb into bed next to him.

"Kitten what's wrong?" Jeremiah asked concern evident in his sleep filled voice.

"Bad dreams," Kat mumbled into her brother's chest.

"You want to talk about it?" Jeremiah questioned.

"No. I just want to sleep. Will you keep the bad dreams away for me Jer?"

"Of course I will Kitten. Get some sleep we have school and you need your rest" Jeremiah said a pressed a kiss to Kat's temple.

January 3, 1976

7:07 am

Richmond, Virginia

Lehane Family Estate

"You okay?" Jeremiah asked his sister as he sat down at the kitchen table next to her.

"I'm fine," Kat replied as she added sugar to her cup of tea.

"You sure?"

"Jerry, I said I was okay. It was just a bad dream," Kat said a bit harsher than she intended.

"Yeah but you've been having them for close to a year now. And they are growing more frequent," Jeremiah said genuinely concerned. "Kitten I can't help you if you won't tell me what they are about."

"They're just products of an overactive imagination. Nothing you need to worry about. I swear. So stop worrying," Kat told her brother, and placed her cereal bowl in the sink.

"That's the thing Kitten, I always worry about you," Jeremiah muttered as Kat left the kitchen.

"She's well aware of that, Master Jeremiah. But you must also understand that young Miss Katherine is growing up, and maybe she doesn't want her big brother to worry about her all the time," Millie said taking Jeremiah's empty bowl from in front of him.

"But I can't help it Millie. She's my baby sister," Jeremiah protested.

"Just remember she's not completely incompetent when it comes to looking after herself," Millie told the boy and left him to his thoughts.

January 3, 1976

12:12 pm

Bath, England

Watchers Council

"I regret to inform the council that last night my slayer, Miss Ling died in battle with a group of twenty chaos demons," Quentin Travers spoke, addressing the group thirty men that composed the hierarchy of the watchers council sitting before him.

"And what of the newest Slayer," Spoke a council member by the name of Allen Elman. "Have we discovered her location?"

"The mystics have narrowed it down to the eastern seaboard of the United States. At the time they are leaning towards the southern states. Virginia, North and South Carolina in particular," Replied Jonathan Giles.

"It's a shame that the girl was not one of the potentials we have located here," Kevin Princeton spoke.

"None the less we need to take a vote quickly, before the girl's location is discovered," Roger Whydam-Pryce commented.

"Yes let us get that order of business out of the way. We shouldn't dwell on the fact that a young girl has lost her life and another girl will soon lose hers," Jonathan replied sarcastically.

"We can see where young Rupert inherits his attitude," Allen muttered.

"We will deal with the subject of my son later Allen," Jonathan said.

"Of course we need to take the vote," Quentin spoke taking a seat next to Allen.

Each man received a slip of paper and quickly scrawled a name upon it. The slips of paper were collect by Jonathan who then tallied them and read off the results.

"Three votes in favor of Jonathan Giles, Five votes in favor of Kevin Princeton, Seven votes in favor of Mitchell Desmond, and fifteen votes in favor of Roger Whydam-Pryce. Congratulations Roger," Jonathan said dryly.

"Thank you Jonathan," Roger replied glaring at the other man. "And now the little matter concerning your son Rupert. As the council is aware Rupert is - was- one of our promising watchers in training to date. We can not let him stray off of his path. After all he does come from a long line of watchers and we don't want for the Giles family name to be shamed any further than it already has by young Rupert's... exploits."

Jonathan clenched his jaw at Roger's words. He always thought the man had been a smug bastard, and the way Roger treated his young son did not improve Jonathan's outlook of Roger. Yet Jonathan was one of the few member's of the watchers council who felt such a way.

"And just what do you have in mind for my son?" Jonathan questioned Roger.

"Well since I have just been given the opportunity of having a slayer, I wish to take young Rupert with me. That way he can understand the legacy he has been born into. I mean seriously Jonathan the boy talks of wanting to be a baker. And his toying with magics must stop," Roger spoke.

"I agree, Rupert does need step away from the magics. But at least he is inquisitive about them which means he still has some interest in being a watcher," Jonathan replied. "But is sending him to America the best course of action?"

"I believe that Mr. Whydam-Pryce may have a point," Spoke Quentin and Jonathan clenched his teeth. He truly despised the Travers' boy, he was barely seven years Rupert's senior, yet acted as though he ran the council. And sadly Jonathan, had the feeling that one day the Travers's boy would gain enough power to one day have a huge influence on council matters.

"I shall discuss the matter with Rupert," Jonathan said.

"I don't think that it matter's how Rupert feels. He will accompany me to America. Tell him to have his things packed by morning," Roger replied.

The council discussed a few less important matters and the meeting was adjourned. Jonathan waited for the room to clear out until he and Roger were the only two left.

"Roger may I have a word?" Jonathan asked.

"Of course but make it quick Jonathan I must inform Sara of my assignment," Roger said as he gathered his things.

"Oh I shall make this very quick," Jonathan sneered as he shoved Roger against the wall by his neck.

"Are you mad man?" Roger gasped.

"No but I think you may be. My son is not yours to toy with. I don't tell you how to raise Wesley, and you don't tell me how to raise Rupert. I will allow for him to accompany you to America, Roger. But you will not treat him as though he is Wesley. Rupert may be sixteen but unlike Wesley he is capable of defending himself, and I will warn him to do so if it comes to it. Understand?" Jonathan asked.

"It would appear that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree," Roger said.

"Let's hope for the sake of your son it does," Jonathan replied.

"Do you truly want for your son's career to be destroyed like your's. Rupert is on the fast track. Unlike you he may one day be given the chance of having his own slayer. An opportunity your family hasn't had since your father. It's a shame that neither of his three sons were able to obtain their own slayer. Let's hope that your boy can bring glory back to the Giles family name," Roger said.

Jonathan stared at the other watcher for a moment and the let him go. Roger smoothed out the wrinkles of his suite glaring at Jonathan as the other watcher left the room.

Up Next: Rupert Giles leans that he is to go with Roger to England and is not happy.

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