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SuperSlayerVille: Season Two 6a/11 
12th-Feb-2010 12:17 am
SuperSlayerVille Season One
Title: SuperSlayerVille: Season Two
Sequel to: SuperSlayerVille: InterSeason
Pairings: Chloe/Angel(us), some Dean/Cordelia, slight Buffy/Giles, Chloe/Spike, Chloe/Sam
Fandoms: Smallville/Buffy/Supernatural
Overall Rating: M
Disclaimer: I don't own the series mentioned
Summary: Chloe is back in Sunnydale, and so are the baddies...especially the remaining members of Angelus' family, Dru and Spike...with whom Chloe has a connection she doesn't even know of. Living on a Hellmouth isn't easy.
Written for my Paranormal25 150: Prompt Table. #146: Hellmouth.

Outside Sunnydale High School at night, a man in a suit with a briefcase walked past a school building at a brisk, determined pace. He stopped for a moment and looked around, nervous tension showing on his face as behind him a door to his left opened, and a school custodian came out with a trashcan.

"Can I help you?" The custodian asked, pausing when he noticed him.

"Rupert Giles!" The man couldn't keep the urgency out of his voice. "I need to see him!"

"Mr. Giles, uh, he's our librarian." The custodian answered after a moment's thought. "Next building over, first door on your left."

The man rushed off without a word of thanks.

"You're welcome." The custodian snorted as he continued on to dump the trash.

The man continued at his brisk pace and found the outside library door, continuing towards it yet stopping in his tracks when he heard a twig being crushed behind him and he turned around. He heard a moan, but couldn't see anything, and checked the other way again. Behind him he heard breathing and turned back again, this time seeing a woman in the shadows.

"Oh, God!" He gasped in horror as she slowly walked into the light, revealing that she was dead and rotting, her eyes flashing yellow briefly. "Diedre?"

"Philip." She whispered his name.

The man, Philip, quickly backed and up didn't see the curb behind him, tripping over it and falling, dropping his briefcase. He scrambled to his feet and ran to the library door, pounding on it and yanking at the doorknob, but it was locked. "HELP! HELP! SOMEBODY, PLEASE!"

Diedre slowly advanced on him.

"God, no!" He cried out. "HELP ME!"\


Inside the library, Buffy breathed in deeply, enjoying this time alone with Giles, even if she was doing so professionally. At least it was fun to do her step aerobics to a techno beat, grinning as she kept sending glances to Giles, who was sitting at the table with his hands to his ears, not relishing the music. Their age-gap was spectacular, but she didn't mind all the quirks that made him such a fuddly-duddly because he was a sweet, caring, protective, lovely, and admittedly very hot fuddly-duddly. And it was times like these that they were alone that she was just able to ogle him without all the others smirking or rolling their eyes at her.

Sam and Dean were on patrol tonight, both kinda freaked out because apparently their hell of a father had told them to invite Chloe over to dinner again tomorrow night, and she'd accepted, although she told Buffy that she was quite wary and wondered what game John Winchester was playing. Having heard about how their first meeting had happened, Buffy kinda wondered if it wasn't just the fact that Chloe was Moira's daughter that John wanted her around. He'd admitted to being in love with her mother for years, so maybe he wanted to feel somehow closer to the woman through her child.

Men were weird like that.

Chloe was with Ms. Calendar tonight, doing some extra classes for some reason. Those two seemed to be getting closer and closer, and while Buffy was a little jealous of the woman, she was glad that Chloe was developing a strong relationship with a mother-figure. Chloe didn't like to talk about it at all, but Buffy could see the yearning in her eyes whenever she'd be over Buffy's and see her relationship with her mom, no matter how turbulent it might. Moira had left Chloe when she'd been a really young kid, and Chloe didn't have many memories of what it was like to have a mother, and Buffy hoped that wherever Moira Sullivan was today, that she was regretting having done what she'd done and abandoned her only child.

"Must we have this noise during your calisthenics?" Giles finally broke down and complained, having kept silent for much longer than she'd expected him to.

"It's not noise!" Buffy giggled, not missing a move. "It's music!"

"I know music." He countered. "Music has note. This is noise."

"I'm aerobiscising! I must have a beat!"

"Wonderful." He grumbled, shaking his head. "You work on your muscle tone while my brain dribbles out of my ears."

She grinned.


Outside, Philip continued to pound frantically on the door.


Diedre continued to advance on him.


Diedre closed the gap, and Philip turned to face her with horror in his eyes. She put her hands up to the door on ether side of him to prevent him escaping. He trembled with fear as she moved her hands to his neck and began to choke him.


Inside, deciding to have pity on Giles, Buffy finished her aerobics in record time, strolling to the table and turning off her boom box.

"Ahhh! Very good." Giles finally pulled his hands from his ears, a look of ecstasy on his face. "And the rest is silence."


Outside, Philip fell from Diedre's grip, dead.

A moment later Diedre collapsed next to him, and seconds after she hit the pavement she disintegrated into a puddle of slime...said puddle spreading out and merging into Philip.


"Giles has been having nightmares."

Chloe looked up at Buffy the next morning in school the school yard, sitting next to her under a tree, in surprise. "He's told you?"

"No, but he fell asleep a couple of times while I was doing my homework here last night. Each and every time he did he woke up with a gasp of horror and wouldn't look at me." Buffy admitted. "I know my Watcher inside out, mostly, and these last couple of days he's seemed more tired and stressed out. I'm actually beginning to worry about him. But he just won't open up to me. Every single time I ask him what's going on he has some pitiful excuse."

"Don't worry so much about English." Dean declared from where he was laying on his back on the lawn at their feet, looking up at the sky. "Give him a good Apocalypse and he'll be back in his normal spirit in no time."

"He does thrive for his job." Sam agreed, before turning a look in Chloe's direction. "We still on for tonight? My father actually plans on being there early and, uh, helping cook."

"Is it just me or is this kinda twilight zone freaky?" Dean wanted to know, not giving Chloe time to answer Sam's question. "'Cause it is, you know, twilight zone freaky. He---he smiled. He never smiles." He turned on his side and narrowed his eyes at Chloe, reaching over to grab her hand. "I think he wants to make you our stepmother."

Sam choked on the coca cola he'd been drinking, spurting the liquid out everywhere.

"Ewwww." Buffy made a face at the younger Winchester.

Chloe slapped the elder Winchester up the back of his head. "Behave."

Dean's eyes widened in mock horror. "She's already beginning to act like a stepmother!"

Buffy perked up immediately, gaze finding Giles almost instinctively, as he made his way towards them on the quad. "Giles!"

He looked up and gave a weak smile, coming towards them. "Buffy, tonight is very important."

"Like every other night in Sunnydale." The Slayer bemoaned before standing and brushing herself off.

"So what's on tap tonight that's so important?" Sam wanted to know from where he was trying to clean his shirt of coke stains.

"Uprising, prophesied ritual?" Chloe blinked, raising her hand to shield her gaze from the glare as she looked up at Giles. "Preordained deathfest?"

"Ah," Dean sighed with a nostalgic smile. "The old standards!"

"Um, nothing so elaborate I'm afraid." Giles gave them all a slightly amused smile. "A medical transport is delivering the monthly supply of blood to the hospital."

"Ah." Buffy nodded, understanding. "Vampire Meals-On-Wheels."

"Hopefully not." Giles responded. "Sam and Dean, you two have patrol again tonight and Chloe, could you start the inventory to see just what that vampire stole from our new books collection last weekend?"

"Sure." Chloe nodded. "I just have this dinner thingy with my future husband and stepsons and then I'll do it."

Sam glared at her.

Dean brought his hand to his heart. "I knew it!"

Giles looked like he would prefer not to know, shaking his head at them before turning to Buffy. "You and I will meet outside the hospital at 8:30 sharp. I'll bring the weaponry."

"Sure." Buffy grinned up at him, clasping her hands behind her. "It'll be a date."

"Course." He nodded, mind already somewhere else as he turned and left.

Buffy sighed, happily. "He said course."

"Gag." Dean vocalized, laying back down on the ground.

Chloe and Sam exchanged amused looks before the blonde looked up, seeing Ms. Calendar heading towards them. "Jenny!"

Buffy was still grinning dreamily and didn't even notice the newcomer.

"Hey guys." Jenny Calendar smiled, looking lovely as ever, eyes sharp. "Sam. We still on for tomorrow?"

Sam smiled and nodded.

"What's tomorrow?" Dean sat up, frowning. "You into cougars now, Sammy?"

Chloe gave Dean a little kick. "Stop teasing him."

Dean laughed.

"I'm reviewing some computer basics for the couple of students who've fallen behind." Jenny cleared things up. "Sam's helping out for extra credit."

Dean chuckled evilly. "Those poor schlubs have to attend school on Saturday!"

"9am okay with you, Dean?" Jenny grinned.

Dean's smile faded as he realized who was in the group of students who'd fallen behind.

Sam snorted in amusement, getting the last laugh.

"Well, Cordelia's gonna be there too." Jenny announced as innocently as she could...which wasn't very much.

"Ooo, gang, did you hear that?" Dean asked, fake enthusiasm dripping from his every word. "A bonus day of classes plus Cordelia! Mix in a little rectal surgery and it's my best day ever!"

Jenny raised an eyebrow and turned to Chloe. "She got a new boyfriend?"

"Day three." Chloe nodded. "But Dean will find a way to drive the poor schlub away soon enough. His record is four days eleven minutes, but I'm sure he'll find a way to get rid of them in less time as he keeps practicing."

"Hey!" Dean looked between them. "I will do no such thing! As if I care who she goes out with!"

Everyone looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"I don't!" Dean tried to go for a convincing tone and expression.

No one was buying it.

"I hate you guys." He grumbled, getting up and heading for his next class as the bell rung.


Unable to get the nightmares he'd been having about his youth out of his mind, Giles sighed and shook his head, entering the library to discover a detective and two police officers there.

"Rupert Giles?" The detective asked, looking up at him.

"Yes?" Giles asked, confused and trying to fight the bad feeling in his gut.

"I'm Detective Winslow." He showed him his badge. "You're gonna have to come with me."

"Why?" Giles frowned, confusion growing.

"There was a homicide on campus last night." Detective Winslow responded. "The victim had no identification, but he was carrying this slip of paper with your name and address on it." He held up said slip in a baggie.

Giles set his briefcase down on the table in shock. "My name?"

He didn't even notice Cordelia walking into the library until she spoke. "Well, evil just compounds evil, doesn't it? First I'm sentenced to a computer tutorial on Saturday, now I have to read some computer book... There are books on computers? Isn't the point of computers to replace books?"

"Cordelia," Giles cleared his throat, cutting her off. "I'm a little busy right now." He pointed to the detective as proof of said busyness.

"Oh! Great!" Cordelia stepped up to the detective. "Can you help me with a ticket? Its totally bogus. It was a one-way street. I was going one way."

"Cordelia!" Giles snapped, unable to handle her right now.

"What?!" She asked. "Why does everyone always yell my name? I'm not deaf! And I can take a hint." She paused, unsure. "What's the hint?"

"To come back later." He supplied.

"Yeah, when you've visited decaf land." Cordelia muttered to herself as she left.

Giles sighed, turning to Detective Winslow. "Where do you want me to go?"

He hadn't expected the city morgue, but he kept silent as he was ushered into a room with the coroner, who opened one of the body storage doors and pulled out the drawer.

"Have you had your breakfast?" The attendant asked.

Giles shook his head wordlessly.

"That was probably a good idea." The attendant replied as he pulled back the sheet to reveal Philip's body. It was bruised all over, with two especially dark bruises on the throat.

Giles stared down at him in horror as he recognized his once close friend, unable to believe that of all the people, it was Philip who'd been killed on campus last night.

"Do you know him?" Detective Winslow asked.

"Yes." Giles whispered, still in shock. "Yes. I-I mean, I did. His name's Philip Henry. He was a friend of mine in London. I...I haven't spoken to him in twenty years."

"Can you think of any reason why he might've wanted to contact you?" The detective asked.

"No." Giles responded, gaze lowering to the tattoo on Philip's right arm, near the inside elbow.

"Do you know what that is?" The detective asked. "The tattoo."

"No." Giles shook his head. "No, I don't."

He wondered if the lie was obvious on his face.


Later that evening, Buffy stood at the hospital ER entrance, dressed up extra nice for tonight's mission, and folding her arms over her chest, pouting. Giles was late. She was a mixture of concern for him and annoyance. She'd gone to all the trouble of making sure that she looked extra gorgeous tonight just for him as a reward for finally admitting, even if completely subconsciously, that this could be, in some alternate british world inhabited by tweed-dwelling life-forms, considered a date. Sure. Not a lot of dates ended in slayage, but considering she was a Slayer and he was her Watcher Buffy decided that it was just to be expected.

Sometimes she wondered what her life would have been like if she'd never become the slayer, and she cringed. She would have been a vapid, blonde Cordelia.

And she'd never have met Giles.

Buffy sighed, remembering back to Halloween night, when she'd been sure that she was married to Banker!Giles and carrying the heir to his banking fortune.

She smiled, a little embarrassed, but realizing that even without any memories of Giles, she'd still gravitated towards him.

Dean, Sam, Angel---all very highly attractive males, had been readily at her disposal, all at her side, and yet the one she'd immediately felt the connection to was Giles.

And that said something.

This bond that she had with Giles, the one that made him go kinda scary yet hot (Chloe's words) whenever Buffy was in danger, and made Buffy act like some lovesick kid...well...this bond went way beyond the realms of attraction. And, despite the fact that it irked her a little how he was so respectful and didn't seem to notice her advances, she respected him even more for it. Buffy knew that if she tried anything with Giles now he'd never respond to her in kind. Giles was a gentleman, he was one of those guys that didn't even exist anymore in the world who would treasure and protect and pull out chairs for you and read something boring yet romantic and poetic to you by the light of the fire. Giles would never cross the line, never even consider touching a girl who was still in high school.

He was a gentleman, and no matter how much it annoyed Buffy, it also made her love her just a little bit more.

But, love him or not, he was way late.

Sighing, the slayer walked over to a pay phone to try calling him, but she stopped when she saw the blood van pull up.

The driver got out with his clipboard as two ER doctors came out to meet him.

"Hey fellas." The driver waved.

"Hey." One of the doctors nodded.

"All's well that ends with cute ER doctors, I always say." Buffy watched them go to the back of the van and get out the insulated container. They started back with the driver, and said driver got back into the van...when suddenly Buffy realized something. "Since when do doctors take deliveries?"

The van backed out of the ambulance slot as the doctors waved to the driver.

"See ya." The doctor waved.

The van drove off, and behind it a car engine started, a pair of headlights coming on. The old convertible pulled up into the light as the doctors set the container down, one of them opening the lid and taking out a bag of blood, beginning to suck on it.

The driver of the car got out. "Hey! No sampling the product!"

The doctor vampire hissed but put the bag back down and dropped the lid closed.

Buffy ran to attack, kicking the first doctor vampire down and then the second, and did a roundhouse kick to the driver's face. The first one got up and she tried kicking him gain, but he grabbed her leg and threw her onto the hood of the car. The Slayer scissor kicked him in the neck and he staggered away, falling. A fourth vampire ran up as Buffy got up and took out a stake, turning to attack him.

"Angel?" Buffy asked in surprise when she realized who the fourth vampire was.

"Look out Slayer!" Angel snarled as he jumped up onto the car's hood and leapt off to tackle the driver vampire coming at her from behind. Angel punched the vampire in the face but he stayed up, the second vampire jumping up onto the hood and swinging at Buffy.

She ducked the punch and jabbed him in the chest, the first vampire jumping up on the hood too, and Buffy knocked him back off with a punch to the face. She punched the second one in the face, too, and he fell down on the hood on his back. Buffy jumped off of the car and thrust her stake into the first vampire as he tried to get back up. The second one was off the car again and grabbed her by the shirt from behind. She swung around with the stake and got him in the chest also.

Angel, in the mean time, roundhouse kicked the driver and sent him spinning into the car. The vampire quickly at up in the driver's seat and floored it as Angel tried to chase him, but the car raced off, leaving Angel and the blood behind.

Buffy opened the lid to check on it before closing the lid and raising an eyebrow at him. "How did you know about this?"

"It's delivery day." He snorted. "Everyone knows about this." The vampire turned around to face her.

"So, you know, not that I'm not grateful that you helped or anything," The Slayer placed her hands on her hips. "But what exactly are you doing here? Chloe's with the Winch Bros having dinner with their dad."

"I know." He nodded. "That's why I came here now, actually. I wanted to talk to you and Giles without anyone else around."

Buffy frowned. "What is it?"

"Am I the only one who gets the feeling that Chloe's been keeping something from us?" Angel asked, leaning against the wall, frowning at her. "And I don't only mean things like how she knew about that demon Club in Metropolis or what Dragon's Breath is..."

"Wait, what is Dragon's Breath?" Buffy asked, confused.

"A demon drink." Angel shrugged. "Except not a lot of demons can actually drink it. It has infusions of Hellmouth energy in it, and Hellmouth energy, in 'purer' forms, can be deadly to even demons when ingested, so not a lot of them will take the risk of dying. But some can drink it of course, but not a lot of demons will take the risk to drink it."

"And Chloe knew about this how?" Buffy asked.

"My question exactly. It's a very obscure drink." Angel frowned. "But she knew about the place as if she'd been there that very day, details still fresh in her mind, and she knew exactly where it was, its layout, and described the doorman in detail to the Watcher's Council on the phone the other night."

Buffy frowned. "Go on."

"But its more than that." Angel pressed. "Its like, ever since the thing with the Master, she's been...different. More silent."

Chloe was far from silent, but Buffy could get what he was talking about. "Well, she had died, you know. That is something that will make you a little weird."

"No, it's not just that." Angel sighed, running a hand over his hair. "She was acting so weird, asking so many weird questions."

Buffy went still. "You're right." She leaned back against the opposite wall, looking down at the contained of blood. "I remember that after that happened she kept asking me how I could be okay with what she was...and then she asked me to do the stupidest thing."

Angel looked up at that. "What? What did she ask you to do?"

Buffy looked up at him. "She said something like, 'If I ever go rogue, I want you to swear you'll slay me'."

Angel's eyes widened in horror. "She said what?" His eyes narrowed. "What did you tell her?"

"That I wasn't going to promise something so stupid and to not ask the Winch Bros to do it either or they'd probably be pissed at her." Buffy responded, a little insulted that Angel had ever doubted that she would have answered it any differently. "I know she's freaked because she found out that she's a meteor freak, and every freak she's met has gone darkside, but this is Chloe we're talking about. She's different."

"Yeah..she is." Angel nodded, looking down.

Buffy couldn't keep the small smile off of her face as she noticed the expression on his face. She might be the Slayer, but she so liked this vampire. He was obviously really in love with her best friend, and Buffy only hoped one day that Giles would have that expression on his face when talking to someone else about her.

"I---I wanted to ask you to keep an extra eye out for her." Angel surprised her by saying. "I'm keeping a close eye on her when I'm with her, and its you and Giles who I trust the most out of her friends, so I wanted to ask you to do the same thing. I---I don't know why I have such a bad feeling, but I do, and I'm worried."

Buffy nodded. "I'll keep a close eye on her, and if I find anything out I'll tell you right away."

"Thank you."

She smiled brightly. "No problem! And, not to be rude or anything, but I gotta go. I'm worried about Giles. He was supposed to meet me here. So, take this to the doctors, okay?"

He nodded, going to pick up the container of blood, offering a word of comfort. "Maybe he's just late."

"Giles?" Buffy snorted. "The man who counts tardiness as, like, the eighth deadly sin?" She snorted and shook her head, walking away and getting a taxi, making it a quick trip to Giles' apartment. Fixing her clothes and hair as she made her way to the door, she took in a deep breath and knocked.

There was movement inside and then Giles opened the viewport and looked out at her before opening the door. "Buffy. I-it's late. Uh, are you alright?"

"I was gonna ask you the same thing." Buffy frowned, noticing the scent of alcohol coming off of him.

"Yes, I'm fine, fine. Look. I'm, uh, I'm rather busy a-at the moment, so, uh, I'll see you on Monday at, at school." He started to close the door.

Buffy held it open with her hand. "Giles, did you forget? The hospital, vampires, handy carryout packets of blood?"

"Oh!" His eyes widened. "I'm sorry Buffy! Were you hurt?"

"No. I mean, my feeling a little." She admitted, more worried about him than hurt. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, nothing, nothing's wrong." Giles wouldn't meet her eyes. "I-I'm just in the, uh, middle of something extremely important, and, uh, I'm sorry, but I'm gonna have to say good night now." He closed the door in her face, leaving her confused, taken aback, and admittedly hurt.

She could hear hear him on the phone, but turned and left him alone to work, more worried than she'd been before.

Something seriously bad was going on.


"Yes, I'm, I'm sorry to disturb you." Giles returned to the phone, feeling bad for having dismissed Buffy like that and yet...yet this was more important. "It's, uh, I-I realize it's, uh, five in the morning there, um...Uh, I'm trying to reach Diedre Page. My name is Rupert Giles and, uh, she knows me. It's very important that..." He collapsed in his seat as he heard what the person on the other end of the phone had to say. "I'm terribly sorry. I---I didn't know. When did she pass away?" His heart sank. "Oh...That recently." He took off his glasses and ran his hand over his face. "Umm yes, we were friends when we were young." He sighed. "My condolences."

Hanging up the phone, Giles stared off into space with his fingers to his lips while he considered and remembered. He reached for his drink, the bottle next to it was almost half empty already. The Watcher gulped the rest from the glass and set it back down, thinking another moment before grabbing his pen and crossing out Diedre's name off of a list of five names: Thomas Sutcliff, Philip Henry, Diedre Page, Ethan Rayne and Rupert Giles.

Getting up, Giles went to his bathroom sink and looked into the mirror. He then rolled up his sleeves, and on his left arm, just above the inside elbow was the same tattoo that Philip had had. He reached into the sink full of water, cupped his hands and splashed some on his face before looking up at himself in the mirror.

"So." His face went dark. "You're back."


In the city morgue, inside of the body storage drawer, Philip Henry reached up and pulled the sheet off of his face, his eyes glowing yellow.


The next day, Sam, Dean, Cordelia and Jenny headed towards the computer classroom. The three kids had tried to get Chloe to come along to act as chaperone, and make sure that Dean and Cordelia didn't kill each other, but the blonde had grinned and had apologized, saying that she and her father were going to have a father-daughter day and they were just going to have to pretend to not be in kindergarten for a whole day.

"This isn't right." Cordelia complained. "School on a Saturday. It throws off my internal clock."

"When are we gonna need computers for real life, anyway?" Dean wanted to know.

"Hmmm. Let's see." Jenny grinned, deciding to humor them as she unlocked the classroom door so they could wait inside for the late students. "There's home, school, work, games..."

"Y'know, computers are on the way out." Dean decided he should inform her. "I think paper's gonna make a big comeback."

"And the abacus." Sam smirked.

"The what?" Dean made a face, turning to look at his brother in confusion.

"My point exactly." Sam laughed.





"Boys!" Jenny stopped them before they could continue. "Language. Now take your seats in front of a computer please." Waiting until they'd done as asked, Jenny started. "Okay, while we're waiting on the other students, were going to do....Buffy!"

Dean blinked. "What sort of class is this?"

Cordelia raised her hand. "Is that mandatory? Because I don't plan experimentation until at least college."

Dean turned to look at her with eyes wide, completely missing Buffy as the blonde entered the room.

"I need to talk to you guys." The blonde got straight to the point. "It's Giles."

"Is he alright?" Sam asked, worried.

"I don't know." Buffy admitted, hugging herself. "Uh, he didn't show up when he was supposed to last night, and then, when I went over to his place, he was acting... well, very anti-Giles. He wouldn't let me in, and he looked really bad. I-I think he might've been...I think he was drinking."

"He was home alone drinking?" Jenny asked.

"And it wasn't tea." Buffy nodded.

"That does sound strange." Jenny agreed.

"So, none of you guys have noticed anything differently lately?" Buffy asked.

"No." Sam shook his head.

"Not really." Jenny shrugged.

"Nothing weird?" Buffy pressed, obviously not ready to let the issue die.

"Nope." Dean responded.

"No," Cordelia shook her head. "He seemed perfectly normal yesterday when I saw him talking to the police."

Everyone stared at her.

"And you waited until now to tell us this because...?" Buffy asked, unable to believe it.

"I didn't think it was important." Cordelia responded.

"We understand." Dean replied with mock sincerity. "It wasn't about you."

"What were the police talking to him about?" Buffy wanted to know.

"Something about a homicide." Cordelia leaned back in her chair, playing with a strand of her hair.

"That's it!" Buffy announced. "I'm going to Giles' office and I'm calling him right now!"

With that she marched out of the computers room and headed towards Giles' office.

Entering the library she was about to disappear into Giles' office when she heard something in the stacks and stopped in her tracks to look.

Seeing a shadow move across one of the bookcases in the anteroom she went up the stairs and through the french doors, slowly walking down the main aisle and looking around and down each side aisle. Sensing movement she looks up and sees a man pushing one of the bookcases over on her, and she dashed away just in time to avoid being crushed under the bookcase. The little man tried to make his escape but he was limping heavily and couldn't run, making it easy for the already irritated Slayer to grab him by the arm and turn him around.

"You!" She exclaimed, once she got a good look at his face and recognized him. "You were in that costume shop!"

"Oh, I'm pleased you remember." He tried to go.

She stopped him. "You sold me that dress for Halloween, and nearly got us all killed!"

"But you looked great." He replied.

Having had enough, she punched him squarely in the jaw.

Crying out in pain, he straightened back up, holding his jaw. "So now we're even?"

"I'll let you know when we're even." Buffy growled. "What're you doing here?"

"Snooping around."

"Honesty. Nice touch."

"It's one of my virtues." He suddenly smiled. "Not really."

"I've got a great idea." Buffy sneered at him. "Why don't I just call the police and have you arrested for breaking and entering, and then I can get back to my fun Saturday?"

"Yes, the police." The annoying stranger smiled. "Well, they'll have all those questions, and they'll really need Rupert to answer them all."

At Giles' name Buffy went still, losing some of her fury. "You know Giles?"

"We go back. Way back." The tiny, annoying man smirked. "You don't happen to know where he is, do you?"


"I wonder what your mother would think if she came back and found out about all of this." Gabe sighed, looking up at the clouds in the sky as he and Chloe enjoyed a picnic in the park. "Would she be able to deal with this situation better than I would or would she be just as incompetent as I am?"

"You're not incompetent." Chloe frowned, looking down at the daisy she'd plucked. "You're doing a lot better than I ever had hoped. I mean, I know you're not happy with what I do or who I'm with, but you're still doing your best to support me and my decisions, and be there for me."

"Thank you honey." He smiled, reaching forwards and holding her hands in his. "I just think that it would have been nice for you to have your mother at a time like this. Puberty is hard on a girl as it is without having vampires and hellmouths to deal with. I think it would have done you some good."

No, dad, it wouldn't have.

Chloe remained silent though, tightening her grip on his hand.

How could she tell him that she knew that her mother wasn't just out there, living a different life, but here, dead? That she'd walked in the place where her mother's bones were scattered?

How could she tell him that her mother had tried to kill her as a child? How could she tell him that the person he'd once loved so much had been a completely different person than the picture he had in his heart?

How could she ever tell him that she mightn't even be his daughter?

She couldn't, so she kept quiet and just tightened her grip even more.

Yet another secret to guard in her overfilling vault of lies.

12th-Feb-2010 06:24 am (UTC)
Great chapter!!!

Like seeing more of Buffy and her feelings for Giles.

"Sure." Chloe nodded. "I just have this dinner thingy with my future husband and stepsons and then I'll do it."

Sam glared at her.

Dean brought his hand to his heart. "I knew

LOL!!!! Fave part!!!
12th-Feb-2010 12:17 pm (UTC)
yay! Glad you enjoyed that since I was grinning sillily while writing that part!
12th-Feb-2010 07:15 am (UTC)
great great great chapter . awwwwwww about angel worring about chloe because of her drinking the dragon's breath and what happend after the master ? will the others ever learn about what chloe heard from the master ? now im going to go read part 6 b /11 ok .
12th-Feb-2010 12:18 pm (UTC)
All in their own time, but they WILL, so that's the important part.
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