"Get me out," she demands without preamble as she pushes past him into his motel room.

"Janna," Enyos greets ignoring her outburst. He closes the door. "You've always been such a fluster of a child."

"Get me out, I'm done." Jenny ignores him, slamming her bag down on the dresser opposite the bed.

He turns slowly, unconcerned by her attitude. His nonchalance stokes her ire, giving her the perfect target for the pain and anger that's built up over the last three days. She hasn't been able to turn her lights off. She's avoided Rupert and ignored his calls before disconnecting her phone. She twitched at every loud noise or when someone got too close.

Jenny wasn't okay.

"You can find someone else, I can't do this," Jenny whirls to face him.

Enyos stands still in the face of her ire. He searches her face, pinched as she tries to keep control of her last nerve. She doesn't want to tell him what happened. She came to tell him she wanted to leave and never return. Her bags are in her car for her to just keep driving after she convinces him to replace her on the Hellmouth.

"I can't do this."

Enyos doesn't react, almost like he doesn't hear her. Jenny knows him better than that. He knows her better than that.

"What's happened to you?"

"It doesn't matter," Jenny dismisses with a shake of her head. "I need to leave Sunnydale."

"Has Angelus discovered your identity?"

Angel.

That's his main concern.

"No," Jenny answers. Trying not to think of Angel's hands on her throat, squeezing fingers into her trachea, leaving her breathless and craving air, giving Eyghon no other option except to jump into him. "He doesn't know anything."

He saved my life.

She knows that wouldn't matter to Enyos. She's layered on the concealer to hide the finger marks on her neck, wrapping a scarf around her to hide the bruises. She can't explain them. She won't. "I can't do this, I'm not strong enough."

"You were chosen, Janna. It's an honour any of our people would be proud to bear, what gives you the right to give it up?"

"Then, you have plenty of options to replace me," Jenny counters.

"You wouldn't have been chosen if they were better than you. You surpassed our expectations, Janna," Enyos reminds her, considering her. She swallows under his scrutiny.

"Look, I'm not the first to watch Angelus, I'm the latest. I won't be the last."

"You've gotten closer than anyone else."

"That's not the mission," she says weakly. She's supposed to watch, not engage, not involve herself.

"So I got involved," Eyghon lifts her hand to cup Rupert's head in a gesture that's meant to reassure him, to lull him into a sense of security. "It's what happens when two people get involved."

Jenny blinks. Before that night, those are words she would have used if Rupert worried about her. "Uncle, please, this isn't about Angelus. I need to leave."

"What's happened?"

"It doesn't matter," Jenny turns away, unable to look at him any longer.

She's on the verge of begging when Enyos steps into her personal space, cutting off any pleas she wants to voice. The smell of his pipe tobacco fills her nose as he grasps her chin between his thumb and index finger and forces her head up. Not to look at him, but so he can look at her.

"What's happened, Janna?" His tone was almost threatening as she struggled against his grip. Her scarf slips, revealing the bad patch-up job on her neck.

"It wasn't Angelus." He cocks an eyebrow. "I was possessed by a demon," she whispers. Enyos bobs his head to the side. "Eyghon," she names. Upon seeing a flash of recognition in her uncle's eyes, she continues.

Enyos's grip stays fast on her chin as he looks into her eyes, searching for the truth, searching for signs of Eyghon's presence, his influence. She recounts the tale of Eyghon taking over her body.

She kept to the facts. She admitted Rupert raised Eyghon when he was younger and Eyghon was out for revenge. She told him how Eyghon took her. She doesn't tell him about Angel.

Enyos eyes her, looking deeper. Jenny feels herself recoiling.

She hadn't been able to stop Eyghon from delving deeper into her mind than she wanted him to; he'd tortured her by using her sexuality to trap and assault Rupert. He'd taken over and she was helpless to do anything except watch as he tried to force himself onto Rupert using her body as a disguise.

If Rupert had been weaker, if he'd taken advantage as he put it, Eyghon tormented her with his plan to jump after seducing Rupert. To continue to torture them both while occupying Rupert's body. He planned to use Rupert to physically attack her, leaving him with the memories to torment himself. Rupert's self-recrimination would hurt more than Eyghon ever could.

That wasn't all he said he'd do.

Eyghon threatened to reveal her deepest secrets to Rupert; the ones which terrified her. In her head, he called her a spy, a whore, playing on insecurities she harboured about her relationship with Rupert. The ones she feared would come to pass when Rupert discovered her truth and assumed everything she said, everything she felt was a lie and thought she manipulated him from the start.

It wasn't true.

When they unknowingly released Moloch, Jenny had no idea about Rupert's role on the Hellmouth when they met, not until he told her Buffy was the Slayer and then it all started to make sense. She hadn't realised that, by then, she was already in too deep. All she wanted to do was help.

Jenny knew the horrors which threatened to erupt in Sunnydale and she couldn't stand on the sidelines when she could help prevent it. She fooled herself into thinking it was safe to hang out with Rupert and their growing attraction. She didn't pump him for information or use him to get close to Angel.

The night Angel saved her life, Jenny was physically sick. Rupert took her home and she told him to leave.

She sat on her bathroom floor with her back against the tub, dry heaving as she sobbed into her hands. Tears streamed down her face. She was desolate, the pain in her chest physical as it was emotional, grieving a relationship she lost before it really began. Grieving the man she was falling in love with but could never have because of her lies.

Her mission to watch Angel had nothing to do with her feelings for Rupert. Yet she realised, that if the truth ever came out, she'd never be able to convince him otherwise. Eyghon had shown her the Rupert he knew, Ripper. Brash and unforgiving, cruel.

Rupert would think Jenny used him. She wanted to tell him, tried to think of a way to explain it to him a dozen times but changed her mind because she was falling deeper and deeper as they grew closer. She wanted him to tell him so they could figure a way out together. No matter how many times they skirted danger, and surpassed all odds, she couldn't quite kid herself to believe he'd forgive her omission of the truth.

She can't do this to him. She can't hurt him.

She was going to leave and never see the pain or betrayal in his eyes. He would never need to know.

"Eyghon's gone, but I can't stay. Please don't make me."

Enyos released her. She has no idea what finally satisfied him that it was her. "This was the Watcher's doing?"

"What?" For some reason, the question surprises her. "No, no, Rupert had nothing to do with…He had no idea Eyghon would resurrect himself."

Enyos steps back, eyes steady on her face as Jenny realises she's revealed herself. Rupert… After a long moment, Enyos tells her, "You will stay, Janna."

"No!" Jenny shakes her head vigorously. "You can't make me."

"If Angelus had discovered your identity, I may have considered your request," Enyos replies calmly. He remains unmoved by her outburst or emotional plea. "However, none of this harbours you from your task, Janna. You are strong, you will do as you're told."

"And what if Angelus does?" She asks out of desperation. "Will you send someone in my place then?"

What if Angelus returns? Will someone seek revenge for her?

"Janna," Enyos starts. "You will not fail in your duty."

She swallows a sob. She can't. She can't do this.

She thinks of Rupert, thinks of his smile and the way her hand fits into the crook of his elbow. She remembers the weight of his jacket on her shoulders. She remembers his expression as he leaned in to kiss her. Soft and gentle, a sweet press of his lips which was over far too quickly because they were about to be interrupted by the student population hurrying to class.

Jenny was ready to show him exactly how he made her feel. She'd tried to play it off, covered her feelings by flirting with him.

She wanted him to know the feelings he evoked within her. How he made smile so much her cheeks hurt, how she wanted to comfort him when he was hurt, how he held her attention when he got passionate about anything. She loved his dry wit, his sarcasm, and the way he cared about Buffy and the kids.

His life was like hers, they were each other's mirror; full of duty and honour, if anyone could understand her life it would be him. He'd resisted his fate, his calling as she rebelled against her family, determined to find a way to escape her calling.

Jenny can't do this.

There's no way to stay in Sunnydale and avoid Rupert. Jenny wouldn't be able to resist, she wasn't strong enough to push him away.

"Stay focused, Janna," Enyos counsels. "Distractions are fleeting yet have lasting consequences."

Jenny lifts her head any response she has dying on her lips at his expression.

"You think I don't see you, Janna," he continues. "You watch Angelus, I watch you. I see your heart."

Jenny swallows. No.

"The Slayer's Watcher, you have feelings for him."

She grabs her back and storms passed him without bothering to find out if he is asking or telling her.