xXx Chapter Five xXx

"Why couldn't Angel tell me?" Robyn asked Lorne as they walked into Wolfram and Hart. Angel had hastily avoided her straight-forward question and told Lorne to take her in while he took the less-sunny entrance into the law form.

Lorne looked at the girl who he was now linked arms with and wearing his vibrant red coat that matched her fiery red hair perfectly. 'Tempted to let her keep it' he thought to himself. "Well Tweety-bird, he isn't exactly qualified to explain the whole shemozzle. An' with his history, it's a tinsy bit of a tender subject for the King of the Brood." Robyn stared up at Lorne with a soft smile that instantly melted his heart.

"Who is though?" She asked inquisitively as they stepped into the elevator.

Lorne pressed the button and the doors shut. "A guy called Rupert Giles, a-a watcher."

Robyn frowned. "What does he do?"

"I'm guessing… he watches." Lorne joked, giving her a wink. Robyn Blushed and looked away from the green demon. 'Did she just blush? No, just a trick of the light' Lorne thought as he swallowed dryly. "I didn't really ask, got a million things to mull over cupcake. Watcher definition, not one of them."

Robyn's head was spinning. Her entire would was upside down and back to front and she was standing in an elevator with a rather handsome green demon blushing madly. 'Why is that anyway?' she asked herself. She was still wearing his jacket he had given her and she could smell his distinctive scent on it. It smelt like cranberries and grapefruit with a hint of something she just couldn't put her finger on. She inhaled deeply and sighed contently. She then instantly froze; she could feel his red eyes focused largely on her.

Lorne heard the loud sigh that came from her lips and instantly looked down at her to see why she made such lovely sound. Slowly, her head turned to him and she looked up with her big green eyes and stared at him innocently with her lips slightly parted. 'Good God!' he thought to himself as he fought not to do anything rash. 'She's a slayer, I'm a demon. She's a slayer, I'm a demon.' He kept repeating to himself as he forced his usual friendly smile and stared at the blank doors of the elevator as if they held the answer to everything.

The doors opened and waves of hostility and fear washed over Lorne who tried to not to faint again from the over-powering raw emotions. The workers of the Law form glanced at Robyn and whispered to each other as they hurried out of the way. "Lorne…" Robyn said worriedly, gripping onto his arm with a vice-like grip.

He forced himself not to gasp out in pain and he placed his hand on hers comfortingly. Her grip slackened slightly and they quickly strode through the halls to Angel's office where Wesley was on the phone to Giles still. "…Yes Rupert I understand. But- she could be of some assistance here." he paused to listen to Giles and his face grew red with frustration and anger. "If you keep removing all the slayers from the world and put them all in one city, the world will fall to ruins!"

Robyn looked up at Lorne with wide worried eyes. "Is he talkin' about me?"

"Friad so. Why don't you sit down and I'll try to get tall dark and British over there's attention." He ended with a reassuring smile. Robyn sat down at the meeting desk and began playing with a lock of her auburn hair. "Uh, Wes?" Lorne said, walking over to Wesley who was now shouting into the phone.

"What now Lorne?" he asked tiredly. Lorne jabbed his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of Robyn and Wesley's mouth formed an "ah". He clicked his tongue a few times and spoke back into the phone again. "Rupert, we have the slayer here-"

"Alright is everyone here?" Said a familiar voice. Everyone spun around and Angel stepped out from his own personal elevator.

"Just waiting on Gunn and Fred." Wesley said while listening to Giles.

"Present and feeling functional." Fred said as she walked into the door with Gunn at the tow. Fred saw Robyn and realisation hit her face. "Wait, you're the slayer?"

"Apparently. But no one seems to want to give me the definition." Robyn said bitterly.

Gunn smiled and walked over to Robyn. "Slayer? Man, we needed some more muscle on the team." He held out his fist and Robyn couldn't help but grin and give him a fist-pump, being careful not to hurt him or anything. "I'm Gunn, Charles Gunn."

"Robyn White. Nice to meet you Charles." Robyn said, flashing him a brilliant smile. Lorne felt a pang of jealousy making him frown and he took a seat at the oval meeting table.

"Damn it!" Wesley said as he slammed the phone down. Angel crossed his arms and gave him a questioning look. "Giles… is sending someone over to accompany Robyn back to Rome." He said, taking his glasses off to clean them on his handkerchief.

"What?" Robyn shouted, getting out of her seat to pace and looking around the room at all the startled faces. "First I'm told to get away from this place…" Wesley looked away embarrassed. "Then I'm told I'm a slayer and no one seems to want to tell me what that is…" Lorne shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "And there is no way I am going to Rome…"

"No, you're not." Angel said simply. Everyone in the room slowly turned to Angel and watched him as he walked over to his desk and leaned against it. "Sit down Robyn." Robyn sat down on the chair next to Lorne with the back of the chair against her chest and either leg on each side. It was such a masculine position but she still looked so feminine. Her skirt was riding awfully high and Lorne was painfully aware of her bare thigh touching his. Angel took a deep breath and closed his eyes as he began to explain the history of the slayer.