Memories of the Wind
(I own nothing. Just an idea. Not solid cannon)
Ripper. It was a title only those in the paranormal community used to refer to Rupert Giles, last Watcher standing. Buffy, Xander, Willow, and Dawn referred to him as Giles. Faith referred to him as simply 'G'. Admittedly, he didn't think it would be what Lorne referred to him as. He stood before the window as he held the phone. Willow had ceased the spell when they were informed Spike was bringing back Dawn. No one knew how he found her, nor did they care. Willow was back to focusing on the demon whose blood could turn Angel human again. Buffy seemed happier then she had in some time.
However Giles's mind was swimming as he thought back on the topic.
"I think I found your niece." As quick as that it all came rushing back to him.
Twenty-eight year's ago his long since dismissed brother had sent him a message through difficult means. Giles' sister-in-law had died giving birth to a baby girl. Giles had often contemplated this fact, for once while visiting he'd seen nothing of his brother in the girl. Perhaps his brother suspected as well, because before Giles had even left he'd heard him hit Abigail.
Thirteen years after Abigail had been born, Giles was tracked once more. His brother and his his brother's second wife had died in a car accident. Would he take care of Abigail? It was a stupid question. And so he began trying to calm down, at the same time raising a young girl.
Five years after he took her in Abigale and he had a massive fight. Then she'd left.
A year ago the coroner had called. A young woman had been found who matched Abigail's description. All that was keeping her body alive was machines.
And only and hour ago Lorne had reported finding her. There was something going on, and while Giles knew not what it was, he had a few theories. Lorne wasn't a man-er, demon-easily fooled. The question was that if he left, would she even see him? Or speak to him?
"Dawn!" Buffy ran out as Spike's car drove in front of the inn they were staying at. Giles sighed as he cleaned his glasses. Most of all, he'd have to ask the blasted vampire for a lift back.