A/N: I felt that I should introduce Lola and explain what happened after chosen. This chapter is gonna have p.o.vs of different people in the watchers council. Some P.O.Vs will take place before this story is set. At the top it will either say now meaning at the time the story is set (winter 2005) or it will say how many months after Chosen.

Also I'm trying NOT to make Lola into a Mary sue so please tell me if I am.

Disclaimer: It all belongs to Joss Whedon and J.K Rowling. Well all that you recognize!

Chapter six Their point of view.

Lola's P.O.V set two months after Chosen

The raw night air and its chilling winds vanish into the distance. From my advantage point in the back of a musty cab, I can see the airport ebbing away, its lights flickering in my line of vision and slowly dieing out. My two bags thump steadily in the boot, tremendous thuds against my seat.

As I am driven through Cleveland names of bars catch my observing eye, Whiskey and a punch, Blue bird's eyes and Wall of fire jump out at me, a reminder of home in North London. I wonder why The Watchers Council has moved here and how do I fit into the picture.

When the first drop of rain dribbles down from the charcoal sky, I arrive at two posh gates painted a royal green, beyond them lays The Watchers Council, standing in deep grandeur and proud ness. Shadows elongate my arms and legs, a sinister pattern over the cracked paving.

In the sanctuary of the halls, girls rush from their last classes to dinner, each one wearing there own individual style. I grasp the golden key round my pulsating neck searching for reassurance, which may never come.

The plush office belonging to Mr Giles stands on the second floor landing. I look upon a big oak door massive brass door knob and a gold name plaque, finding them cringingly stereotypical. Looking down at my leather, suede and embroidery boots, I take a hesitant breath before entering.

"Mr Giles?" I ask into the emptiness. A greying man in his late forties comes out a door on the right.

"Ah Lola please take a seat," Giles says brightly.

"Well I hope you enjoyed you're brake, last year was tuff on us all," he says.

"Yeah it was great, but what's going on here? Is this a school? And how do I fit into all of this?" I say in an almost nervous rush.

Giles smiles, and tells me how The Watchers Council is now a training school for slayers, and they are opening facilities all around the world. The girls train, sleep, eat, work and live their lives here.

He goes on to say that he is looking for new staff, people with more experience about how it feels to be a newly called slayer. Faith and Buffy are ideal but Buffy is on holiday. He tells me that Faith works with them, however he needs more staff.

I look at him blankly, when he has finished, not getting the gist.

"I am quite certain you are too old to go to school, however you do need a job and one where you're near facilities for you to train. So would you like to work hear at the Watchers Council?"

"When do I start?

Two weeks pass by; gradually chilled autumn days turn to frosty winter nights. The comfort and solitude of the library is welcomed by me and others. On a particularly late night Willow, Xander, Faith and I sit at opposite ends of the abounding room. Our books propped against our freezing hands.

The chic-o-chock of a song blasts into my ears, sending electric currants into my brain. I hear someone talking from across the room, Faith is complaining about a tapping, her tone cocky as always. Taking my earphones out I realise she is right; in a short amount of time Willow has gone to investigate the source.

A shriek slips over the silence as Willow hurtles into a book case. We are all at her side in an instant, quivering with the need for a fight. Faith is kicked backwards by some invisible force, her body folded as she slides back.

"What the fuck?" I ask astounded and irate.

"I think we have an unwanted phantom," Xander says to me.

Fists raised and jaws set, all four of us face where we presume the intruder is stood. Left can't be distinguished from right; I and the three others are soon entangled in a fight with the demon. It has horns they dig into my thigh, it has slime it sticks to our clothes, it has a tail Xander jump ropes it fiercely.

A spell later the demon lies dead before us, its scales covered in magic paint. A silence settles over us fatigue taking over; we exchange glances, knowing that this is the start of a long and difficult friendship.

Buffy's P.O.V

I couldn't breathe that day I was lost in an abyss of anger joy and total darkness. It was a week after I got back from Rome and Dawn and I were just settling into our new home at slayer central.

There was a knock at the door.

"Will someone get that? I'm cleaning," I called out there was no reply just a hollow echo.

"Fine I'll do it myself," I walked to the front door, and opened it still wearing my pink washing up gloves, with fur round the cuffs.

"Hello Watchers council how may I help..." I looked up then to see who was standing on our 'please wipe you're feet' mat and I was met with two sets of very familiar and impossibly beautiful eyes. "You."

I was dumbfounded. The two men didn't look in the best of shape one was leaning on the other who was supporting themselves up by holding onto the door frame, dried blood and bruises covered them.

There in front of my eyes, were two of my lovers one of which I believed dead. Spike and Angel.

"Buffy I know this must be a bit of a shock but we really need somewhere to stay," Angel said pleadingly.

"Buffy what's going on?" Asked a small voice from behind me, it was Dawn.

"SPIKE, ANGEL!" She shouted.

Being just as shocked as I was her eyes was wide and her load cry had stirred the other residences. At once Giles, Xander, Faith, Willow and Lola (Who had moved in three weeks ago, when she found out there was no where else for her to live) came running to the front door as well.

Giles was the first to gain composure and invited them into the large house.

I couldn't say a thing; I just followed the rest into the living room and sat on one of the sofas. Excepting the coffee (I new Giles spiked with a little whisky) gladly.

"You're probably wondering what we're doing here especially Spike," Angel said.

Everyone nodded. And that's how we found out about everything from Fred being taken over to The Circle Of The Black Thorn, Spikes return, the Senior Partners catching them and how Wesley, Gunn, and even Illyria had died fighting.

When Angel had finished with some interventions from Spike, Giles spoke.

"But how did you both survive all those demons?"

"I guess The Powers That Be couldn't let us die. We're champions and that wasn't meant to be our last Apocalypse," Angel said.

"Well then I guess you two need somewhere to stay, you're more than welcome here and if you wish to can help train the girls," Giles said.

Angel and Spike were happy to accept and everyone seemed pleased with the idea. Apart from me I hadn't said a word all evening and I couldn't. Not until much later that night.

I was walking along my hallway to my bedroom when I bumped right into Spike.

"Bloody hell!" He shouted. I missed that voice I thought, and looked up.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled trying to walk past him quickly but he grabbed my arm swinging me round to face him.

"You can't avoid me forever you know," he said in that arrogant voice I new so well.

"Why not isn't that what you were doing to me," I answered defiantly.

"No it wasn't I just didn't want to see you until I had figured out some stuff."

"Yeah sure you were Spike. I missed you and all the while you were back walking around going la la la I'm so happy."

"That's bloody bollocks and you know it! I missed you to luv, so much but I'm not in love with you any more. And before I realised that I didn't want to see you, it would make things even more complicated."

I was crying now. "I know Spike but I just. It was so hard at first I felt like I'd lost a best friend a very annoying best friend but your part of my family I...I..." I then broke down into earth shattering sobs.

Spike rapped his arms around me and I cried into his chest it felt like we were there for hours. After awhile we broke apart.

"Well I need to go talk to the lil bit," he said.

"Yeah I think I should have a talk with Angel you know catch up," he nodded and we both started to walk away. But I stopped and turned towards his retreating back.

"Spike?"

"Yeah pet," he said spinning round to face me.

"It's good to have you back."

"It's good to have you back to Buffy."

Angels P.O.V One day after Not Fade Away.

I felt like I just had to battle the whole of hell and then had a couple to many pints with them. I could taste blood in my mouth and I seemed to be lying on something slimy and scaly.

"Of," I heave myself up opening my eyes a crack all I can see around me is slimy scales and blood.

I realise the dragon must have fallen on-top of me. The putrid smell lingers in my nostrils. Then the true realisation hits me I might be the only one left. Gunn, Spike, Illyria, are they all gone? Taken away by the fires off hell?

Pushing the creature off me I can see night has fallen. The carnage lies on the jagged stone ground, Illyria's head stands on a pitch fork her body discarded; Gunn's brown eyes are looking up at me emptily.

I sniff the air, there's still a live vampire and I know who, Spike. He's lying huddled in a corner blood is soaking his lean figure. When I shake his mangy shoulder there is no reply, he must have got knocked out, or is bluffing.

With difficulty I pick him up intending to go into the hotel but it's burnt to a miserable cinder, to the car then. Just outside L.A I give in, admitting defeat to the pain in my shoulder, and all over my torso.

The motel is seedy and unwelcoming. Even in these parts I get strange looks from carrying a barely alive man (well vampire). I lie on the itchy bed cover, looking out the window where the remains of the night sky are dwindling, and sunlight is peeking through cracks on the surface.

I'm just resting I tell myself but my eyelids are heavy and soon I am in peaceful slumber.

000

The load rock music is what wakes me and the steady movement of a car. Taking in my surroundings I can see I'm in a car with blacked out windows, a car I wasn't using last night.

"Mornin sunshine," Spikes voice comes from the driver's seat and he's defiantly in better shape than last night, bruised, lopsided, bloody and battered but better.

"Spike what's going on?" I ask groggily.

"Oh the car, I found it parked outside the motel the door was open so…" He replies.

I grasp my head, now not only do I have to deal with all the bodies and the hotel but Spike stealing a car.

"Spike where are we even going?"

"Away, we're doing what cowards do running away," Spike answers honking his horn at a student driver.

"Oh thank god," I let out a deep sigh resting my head on the chair back. Finally I don't have to be a Champion, I can just run away leave it all, and live a little.

Spike and I arrive in Cleveland a couple days later. We decide to get a ferry to England from there. The smell of salt sea mixed with steam and leather, is what hits me strongly when we reach the boat. I am in the driver's seat and Spike sits beside me, there's a cue of cars going right down into the main road honking of horns and swearing issues from every driver. A sleek black car slips in front of us slender and almost unnoticeable.

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!" I below stepping out the car, already intending to shout at the driver, Spike follows also pissed at our spot being taken.

I rap twice on the window, it slides down slowly to reveal a familiar face, before I can react Spike and I are being shoved into the back seats of the car, a prick in my arm and it all goes black.

I wake to find myself chained in a dank room, pain enfolds me and I can feel burning on my wrists where the chains are to tight. Wolfram and Hart, it was only a matter of time before the Senior Partners caught up with us.

The next few weeks consist of torture methods I didn't even no existed. They latched onto my body seeping into my mind and bringing every healed wound back to the surface. For the first time in over a hundred years, I saw Spike as the vulnerable child he used to be.

I was close to begging for them to end it and kill me but they never did, just unexpectedly through us out into a dark ally, right by a pair of green gates. Sunlight was soon approaching and the entrance to The Watchers Council seemed almost welcoming.

Irony is not a strong enough word, but it could have played out worse. When I slept I still sometimes dreamt about freedom, from it all, the death, pain, suffering and bitter taste of my fragmented so called life.

What would the consequences have been if we had gotten to England, if the past eight years where just another block in my 246 years on earth?

Willows P.O.V now

I felt her warm body beside me, but all that I could sense was the cold. Her arm lay limply on the covers instead of raped around me in a tight embrace.

I turned around so that I was facing the ceiling, and took a deep breath filling my lungs with tainted oxygen. Tainted with evil like everything else in this world.

"Kennedy, we need to..." But before the words even brushed my lips, she got up quickly.

"I've gotta go and talk to Anderson," she muttered, leaving me in a room filled with things but it felt so empty.

I slowly picked myself up from the master bed and started to dress, we'd been lying in bed for half the day.

A rumble from my stomach announced that it was lunchtime. I might as well of been alone in the bed, for all the difference it made that morning.

"Hay Angel," I said not hiding my sullen mood.

"Hi Willow. Food?" He asked two packs of blood in his hand.

"Please but er I don't really want what you're having," I frowned eyeing the second packet of blood.

"Oh right this is for Spike," he said.

"Oh"

"So what's got you upset?" Angel asked his forehead generating in size, if possible.

"Trouble in romance Ville I think," Faith reported. Who was now making her way over to the table I was sitting at.

"Hay Faith you want some lunch, Angel's making it."

"Well if Angel's making it then I gotta have some," Faith pulled up a stool and straddled it.

Soon all of us Scooby's were sitting at the table eating lunch and listening to Giles talk.

"I think we should do more research on it," he stated.

"NOOO WAY!" We all chorused, not the research!

"Come on Giles you've been making us do sooo much work. I've had no time to go dancing or pretend to my bank I still go to collage and need a student lone!" Lola said pouting in the hope Giles would take pity on her.

"Exactly and I think if you want to research we shouldn't be pressured into doing so, peer pressure is bad," Buffy said, she to attempting cuteness.

"Fine while you lot sits around eating and watching T.V, I'll do something useful with my life!" Giles said.

"WOOHOO we can get fat!" Lola joked.

My mind became preoccupied then, as I started to think about Kennedy again. What am I doing I don't even love her anymore? I thought

Andrews P.O.V now

I was walking down the halls of the watchers council after Lola's class (She's so cool and has the best selection of clothes ever. But she's not as cool as Buffy.)

Anyway I was trying to avoid Charlie when lo and behold I ran into him.

"Andy, there you are I've been looking for you every where," he said way too cheerfully.

"It's Andrew you troll, how many times do I have to say!"

"Oh sorry dude," he put his arm around my shoulder.

"So er why were you looking for me. Not that I care or any thing," which I didn't care. I thought he was evil but no-one believed me there all Charlie, Charlie I love you.

"Well as we are watchers in training we have to attend classes and Anderson told me to come and get you. You're late."

"Well there was no need I can handle myself"

"Yeah yeah any way bosses orders"

The reason why I was avoiding classes was because of Charlie, before he came I seemed to have a chance with becoming friends with the Scoobies and be in there gang. But then he started spreading rumours and reminding people about well the Jonathan incident.

I hated him so much I wished I could tell every one what I knew, that'd show him.