Daughter Of Mine
Disclaimer- I own nothing, Joss owns all. Characters are returned in relatively good condition.
Note- This isn’t just a rewrite of S3 with Jamie, while it will contain certain aspects of S3 the plot goes in a different direction.
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Chapter 12
Faith smirked as she looked around at the shocked faces. She stepped forward as her eyes fell on Jamie. “Hey, who’s the new hottie?”
Giles winced. “He’s my son.”
Faith’s eyes flickered over to Giles then back to Jamie, eyeing him appreciatively. “Giles version 2.0? Younger and hotter. No offence, Giles, you’re pretty smokin’ but your boy here, yum-my.”
Buffy looked over at Willow, seeing her shrink into herself. Buffy scowled and stepped closer to Jamie.
Faith looked at her and raised an eyebrow. “So that how it is? You and Junior hook up?”
An identical look of disgust crossed Buffy and Jamie’s faces. Buffy took a step away from him. “Eww, no. He’s my brother.”
Faith paused in her saunter and leaned the counter. “Say what? Since when?”
Cordelia looked up from filing a chip out of her nails. “Since always, Buffy’s adopted. Giles is her father and Jamie’s her brother, but Mrs. Summers and Dawn don’t know yet.”
Faith’s eyes sparkled. “Damn, who needs day time television with you lot. This beats the hell out of any soap opera.”
Giles cleared his throat, his tome dry. “Indeed. Now, where have you been, Faith? You just left without telling anyone where you were going. We’ve spoken about this before; we may need your assistance and you may need ours. You can’t just run off like that, Faith.”
Faith rolled her eyes. “Yeah, whatever.”
Giles clenched a fist to his side, his jaw set. “I’m serious, Faith. I don’t want you to get hurt.”
Faith stilled and looked up at him. A spark of hope and longing flared in her eyes that she quickly smothered, but not before Giles could catch it. “All right, I’ll be a good little girl and let you know before I leave next time.”
“That’s all I ask,” Giles told her.
Buffy crossed her arms and glared at him, mumbling under her breath. “I hate being the responsible one.”
Giles cast her a disapproving look and turned back to Faith. He smiled at her; he had been worried about her ever since he heard the story of what had happened to her previous Watcher. The girl had suffered a large blow to her already shaky self-esteem and emotional growth. The reports that the Council had sent him on her home life had shocked him, her mother drank, her father left when she was three years old, only to be picked up a month later for a theft charge and thrown in jail for the umpteenth time. During a routine search one night the guards had found him strung up in his cell, it had been classed as a suicide even though there were factors that had been overlooked, from what Giles could make out her father had been involved in some scam that went wrong and had resulted in him being hung from a high beam in the prison library.
Faith’s mother had drunk herself to death by the time she was 13 and Faith had been put into foster care, which she then ran away from when one of her foster parents had tried to molest her. By the time she was 15 and the Watcher’s Council had decided to train her she had been living on her own for quite a while. Faith was independent, she had closed herself off emotionally and it had taken a long time for her Watcher to earn her trust, of course once she had that bastard had murdered her while Faith looked on helplessly. The death of her watcher had only acted to close Faith up again, her eyes and actions were always guarded around them, but Giles was sure that she would let down those well-fortified barriers that she so efficiently constructed if they treated her like they would treat any other of their friends. And for Giles that meant worrying, so worry he did.
Giiles glanced around at the others. He mentally reminded himself to have a talk with them, Buffy and Willow particularly. Faith yearned for the type of friendship they had, he could tell from the few unguarded moments that he caught when she thought no one was watching her. Faith and Buffy did get along rather well, when it came to the slaying. It had been rocky at first, Faith threatened her position here in a way that Kendra hadn’t. Buffy had always prided herself on knowing her own mind and only following the Council when it suited her purposes, then Faith came along and represented everything Buffy could be. Faith was the wilder side, the side that Buffy refused to unleash in fear of the consequences.
Giles sighed; he feared the consequences as well. It only took one mistake, one error in judgment and he could very well lose Faith. He just had to hope the bonds that were forming between the children were enough to keep her from that path. It was a difficult path back to the light, something which he knew from experience.
“Giles? Giles, are you alright?”
Giles blinked as Buffy’s concerned voice broke into his musings. He smiled gently at her. “I’m fine.”
“Okay, you just zoned for a minute there. You’re not getting sick are you?” Buffy fussed.
The corners of his eyes crinkled. “I was just thinking. It’s nothing to be concerned about.”
Buffy bit her lip, still uncertain. “You’re sure?”
“Quite sure.” Giles glanced over at Jamie, who was desperately trying to squirm away from Faith’s attentions. He kept throwing pleading glances at the withdrawn Willow. “Perhaps you had better rescue Jamie from Faith and possibly explain to her about Jamie’s affections for Willow?”
Buffy smirked. “You noticed that too? He’s not very good at hiding it is he? I’m amazed that Willow is still oblivious.”
Giles sighed. “Willow often underestimates her own self worth.”
A determined expression settled onto Buffy’s face. “Not this time, she won’t. Not if I have anything to do with it.”
Then without giving Giles a chance to lodge his mandatory protest Buffy rushed over to Faith. Buffy grabbed her arm and dragged the pouting Slayer to the other side of the room and started whispering furiously in her ear. Faith’s eyes widened, she looked from the unusually quiet Willow to the lovesick Jamie. She let out a loud bark of laughter, clapping a hand over her mouth as the others looked towards the two Slayers. Buffy started whispering in Faith’s ear once more, this time a smug smirk sliding across her lips. Faith nodded her head enthusiastically.
Giles pulled off his glasses and started to clean them. ‘Oh dear lord,’ he thought, ‘a pair of matchmaking Slayers. Who would have thought it?’ He couldn’t help but chuckle. Perhaps this was just the activity Faith needed to make her feel part of the group.
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Harmony paused outside the swinging doors of the library. She riffled through her bag and pulled out her mirror. She went through a last minute check.
Hair? Perfect as usual.
Make up? Ditto.
Teeth? White and free of any potentially embarrassing foodstuffs or lipstick smudges.
Outfit? Completely fashionable, revealing the perfect amount of skin without being too skanky, cause eew!
Shoes? Unscuffed and matching her bag.
Irresistible expression?
Harmony practiced in the small mirror and smiled. Of course it was perfect! How could it not be? Jamie Giles was going to be eating out the palm of her hand; he was going to be on his knees begging to take her to the Bronze. In a few minutes he’d be saying Willow who?
Harmony peered in through the small porthole like windows in the doors. They were all there, all the freaks just had to congregate just when she wanted him to be alone. Okay. Well maybe not alone. Harmony wouldn’t have minded if Willow and Buffy had been there, it would have been funny to see their expressions are she swept him out from under their noses.
Harmony straightened her shoulders. It didn’t matter. It just meant that there was going to be more people to witness her victory over the book-computer geek Willow.
Harmony pushed open the doors and breezed in, looking like she owned the place. She looked down at her nose at Amy and Willow and completely ignored Cordelia and Xander.
Giles looked up, startled by her entrance. He frowned, the creases in his forehead becoming more prominent. “Can I help you, Miss Kendall?”
Harmony looked at him in disgust. “No, I’m just here to see Jamie.”
Jamie groaned and covered his eyes. “No more. Please, god, no more,” he muttered, his crisp English accent thickening.
Harmony looked over at him and she suddenly brightened. “Jamie, there you are! I’ve been looking all over for you!”
Buffy rolled her eyes and scowled at Harmony’s obvious performance. Faith looked from the scowling Buffy to the obviously uncomfortable Jamie and Willow who seemed to be attempting to fade into the background. Faith joined Buffy in her scowling.
Harmony stood in front of Jamie, blocking everyone else in the room out, though she kept her voice raised. “So, just your luck. My schedule cleared for tonight, so you can take me to the Bronze. Great! You can pick me up at 7, oh and bring a car cause I don’t do motorcycles.”
“No, just motorcyclists,” Cordelia commented cattily.
Harmony glared. “At least I’m not dating a loser freak who has to get his mommy to dress him every morning. Good thing her drive through job lets her have time off.”
Cordelia snarled at the tall blonde and would have lunged forward, fingers stretched out like claws, had Xander not wrapped his arms around her waist and held her back.
“You bitch! You complete and total sheep! You take it back!”
In the kafuffle Willow had attempted to slip out the doors without being observed, unfortunately when there are two Slayers and another witch in the room being invisible without actually being invisible is impossible. Amy watched her go with sad eyes, she knew that Willow needed some time to herself, then would come the comfort food and the trash talking of Harmony and they would be there for her.
“Jamie, a little help, please?” Xander’s shoes were starting to slide along the smooth floor as Cordelia threw insult after vicious insult at Harmony.
The hairs on the back on Jamie’s neck stood on end. He was certainly glad that Cordelia was a friend, because, bloody hell, she was ruthless. In a minute Cordelia had insulted Harmony’s heritage, her hair, her last several boyfriends and her inability to think for herself. He could swear that was a record.
Jamie jumped to his feet and latched onto Cordelia. She was so incensed that she didn’t noticed as another arm slid around her waist, holding her back from physically attacking her former friend.
Jamie grunted. “Bloody hell, she’s strong!”
“Yeah,” Xander said. “Why do you think I never insult the clothes?”
Faith sighed. “As much fun as watching the cheerleader verbally strip her down to size, I think some one better break this up and go after Willow.”
Faith strode forward and grabbed Harmony by the arm. Harmony struggled in the vice-like grip.
“Hey, that hurts. You’ll leave a bruise!”
Faith rolled her eyes. “You know I don’t think we’ve met before. What do you say we go some place else and get to know each other? Maybe have a little chat about going after other people’s kinda boyfriends?” There was a steely gleam in her eye.
Harmony wrinkled her nose. “You wish.”
Faith looked over at Amy. “You want to come, witch?”
Amy shrugged. “Sure, why not? History’s not that important anyway.”
Harmony tried unsuccessfully to wrench her arm away from Faith. “Let go,” she demanded. “Jamie and I are trying to arrange our date!”
“You’re not dating him, Harmony! You’re not dating anybody!” Cordelia practically screamed at her. “He’s crushing on Willow! You know Willow. She’s smart, funny, can think for herself. She’s everything you’re not.”
Harmony turned to Jamie. “Jamieeee, tell her she’s wrong!”
Jamie shrugged. “Sorry, can’t. She’s right.”
Bored with the teen angst drama bullshit Faith tugged on Harmony’s arm. “Lets go, Airhead Barbie.”
Faith dragged her out the door, rolling her eyes as Harmony continued to pout and whine. Amy followed them, a sadistic little smile playing on her face.
Xander counted to five after the doors had stopped swinging before he left Cordelia go. “You okay now, Cordy?”
Cordelia straightened her shirt and tossed her dark hair over her shoulders. “I’m fine. She never should have insulted your clothes. I picked these out for you! You look great. She wouldn’t know real fashion if it bit her on the-“
“Whoa, remind me never to get you angry,” Jamie exclaimed.
Cordelia smiled. “That’s right. I’m a force to be reckoned with.”
“So I saw.”
Giles cleared his throat. “Right, well this has all been very… tiring. I suggest that, Jamie, you go and find Willow, and please do all of us a favour by telling her how you feel. The rest of you get to class, I assume they are still running those?” He asked sarcastically. Giles turned and walked towards his office, shaking his head.
“I’m too old for this.”
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“Hey, thought I’d find you here.”
Willow jumped as Jamie’s voice came unexpectedly. She peered up at him. “Hey, I thought you would have been with Harmony still. Planning your date.”
Jamie scowled and sat down next to Willow under the shade of a tall tree. “Oh, god no. I can’t stand being near her for five minutes. Don’t what I’d do if I had to spend all night with her.” Jamie shuddered.
Willow giggled. “So why did she…?”
Jamie shrugged. “I have no idea. Maybe she’s delusional. I certainly never gave her any signals that I was interested. In fact all I’ve ever done is insulted her.”
“She probably thinks you’re playing hard to get.” Willow said quietly, her fingers twisting the innocent blades of grass.
“Then she’s a nutter.” Jamie paused. “There’s only one girl I’ve been interested in since I got here.”
“Oh.” Willow drew her knees up to her chest, her heart clenching painfully and her stomach swirling wildly, like Xander’s old washing machine. Faith, it had to be Faith. After all, what male wouldn’t be attracted to the leather and the chest and the violence and the … leather.
Jamie sighed and leaned back against the rough bark of the tree. He hit his head lightly against it.
“You really don’t see it, do you?” Jamie asked in astonishment.
“See what?”
“How amazing you are. How beautiful you are. How I would like nothing more than for you to say you would go to the Bronze with me tomorrow night.”
Willow looked at him, her eyes wide with shock. “W-what?”
“Or a movie? I hear there’s this good ice cream place that we could go too instead?” Jamie’s heart was racing, he didn’t know what he would do if she said no.
“You’re asking me out?”
“If you don’t want to-“
“No,” Willow interrupted. “Yes, I very much want to.”
A grin of relief burst across Jamie’s face. “Really? That’s great! So Bronze, movie, ice cream?”
“Um, Bronze and ice cream?”
“Yeah, sure!” Jamie could not for the life of him stop smiling like an idiot. At least it made Willow smile her pretty, shy smile and peer at him through her curtain of hair. Suddenly Jamie realized how close he was to her. The stupid grin fell from his face and his throat was drier than the Sahara. “Ah, Willow, could I…”
Willow swallowed hard and instinctively moved closer towards him. Her eyes flickered down to his lips and back up to his eyes. “Yes, Jamie?”
“Could I …”
Their lips meet. Jamie’s brain stopped working for a second. There was nothing but the feel of her lips against his.
They pulled back. Jamie exhaled heavily, looking stunned. “Wow.”
Willow blushed. “You don’t have to. I know I haven’t had that much experience-“
“No, no, no. I meant it.” Jamie felt the idiotic smile creep back onto his face, and this time he didn’t think it was going to be going anywhere soon. He grabbed her hand and threaded her fingers through his, his smile growing wider as the flush that still stained her cheeks grew darker.
“Hey, you’ll never guess what happened after you left the library…”
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Buffy grumbled to herself as she sat in English class. She was drawing the attention of the students around her. She already had a rep for being violent, and now they were tacking crazy onto the very long list. Add Cordelia’s black mood and thunderous expression and it meant that most of the class had discreetly moved their desks away from the black row where the Scoobies usually sat, though two desks where suspiciously empty.
Buffy glanced at the empty chairs and started grumbling again. Stupid Harmony! She couldn’t take a goddamn hint! Hell, she couldn’t take an anvil! Buffy had passed the vacant where Faith and Amy had pushed Harmony into. She was still whining about how she and Jamie were trying to organize their date. Bloody hell, the girl made Buffy want to pull her hair out.
Buffy groaned and let her head fall against the desk. Oh great, she was spending too much time with Giles and Jamie, now she was starting to use British curses!
“Something you’d like to share with the class, Miss Summers?” The teacher’s spiteful voice asked.
Buffy didn’t even raise her head. “No, I’m good. Please continue.” She waved a hand airily.
Several people sniggered. Though Buffy couldn’t see it, the teachers small, round face turned an interesting shade of purple. He opened his mouth to bellow at her, only to snap it closed when Jamie and Willow appeared at the door, still grinning widely.
“You’re late,” the teacher said flatly, still smarting over the argument he had waged with the British boy.
“Sorry,” Jamie said, sounding anything but. He pulled a small piece of paper out of his pocket. “We have a note.”
The teacher snatched it out of his hand and looked it over. He hummed and hawed and stared at them over his glasses. “From your father I see.”
Jamie shrugged. “You can take it up with him if you like.”
Much to Jamie’s amusement the man paled.
“No, that’s fine.” He said gruffly. “Take your seats.”
Jamie slid into the seat beside Buffy and reached over to ruffle her hair. Her hand shot out and wrapped around his wrist.
“Don’t touch the hair, big brother.”
Buffy let go of his wrist and sat up. She watched as the teacher launched back into his lecture that everyone was ignoring. She turned to look at Jamie, arching her eyebrow.
He grinned in return.
“Well?” she asked.
Jamie held up his and Willow’s joined hands in answer.
Buffy bounced in her seat, repressing the squeal that had threatened to escape. She gave him a thumbs up and leaned around him to do the same to Willow. Willow blushed.
“Miss Summers, I thought-“ This time whatever sly remark the teacher had been directing at Buffy was cut off by high-pitched screams.
Girls threw back their chairs in horror, shrieking. Buffy craned her neck, looking frantically for whatever foul and fearsome beastie was causing such a reaction. Girls continued to scream, some going to the lengths of climbing up to stand on their desks, still screaming their heads off.
There was a high-pitched squeaking. Buffy’s eyes widened and she searched the floor frantically. No, no, no, no, no. It couldn’t be. Buffy’s heart raced and her breath became short.
Cordelia screamed, and, in a maneuver that mystified and intrigued Xander, managed to stand on her chair without letting her feet touch the floor.
Jamie searched the room. “What? What is every one screaming at?”
“Mouse!” One of the hysterical girls shouted. “Get it away! Get it away!”
Several of the jocks stood to the side of the room, laughing at the reactions of the girls. The small, confused, gray mouse dodged the stamping feet and scampered over to the wall, trying to find a safe place to hide. In doing so it ran over the foot of one of the football players. He bellowed in fright and jumped, scaring the poor creature into racing into the opposite direction. Right towards Buffy.
Buffy paled and did something uncharacteristic of the vampire slayer. She jumped up onto her desk.
“Xander! Xander, help me!” Cordelia demanded.
Jamie looked at his strong, tough, slayer sister in disbelief. “Buff, you’re scared of mice?”
She nodded numbly, her eyes trained on the mouse.
Xander stifled his laughter and rose to his feet. Cordelia held out her arms and he picked her up. Cordelia wrapped her arms around his neck and squeezed.
Willow shook her head, laughing softly at the antics of her friends and peers. She was still on a high from the Jamie thing. Willow knelt down and scooped up the terrified mouse, cooing to it softly. “There now, isn’t everyone being silly. Yeah, it’s only a little mouse. Wouldn’t hurt a fly. Would you? Yeah, poor little thing.”
Cordelia snorted. “Poor little thing? Yeah right. Poor little thing that spreads the plague. Poor little thing that bites you with it’s beady little teeth.”
“And it’s beady little eyes,” Buffy added.
One of the science teachers skidded to a stop outside the door. He panted. “Have you seen a mouse? The cage with the babies had a hole.”
You mean there’s more of them?!” One of the girls shrieked.
Willow rolled her eyes and walked up to the teacher. “Here, Mr. Storm.” Willow handed him the mouse that was still cupped in her hands.
Mr. Storm grinned. “Thanks, Willow. One down, ten to go.”
“Ten!”
The English teacher tried to retain control of the class. “All right, all right. Lets calm down and return to our seats.”
“Are you kidding?” Cordelia asked. “I’m not even putting my feet back on the ground until I know all of those disease spreading vermin are caught.”
There were mutters of agreement.
The teacher threw up his arms in defeat. “Fine, class dismissed. Don’t forget your homework. I will be checking!”
There was a stampede towards the door as the students all rushed to exit the room. Buffy remained standing on her desk.
“Buffy, you coming down?” Willow asked.
Buffy shook her head. “Nah uh. I’m with Cordelia on this.”
“See,” Cordelia said smugly. “Not everyone here can be all ‘oh poor thing’ about diseased vermin.”
“Buffy, you were a rat once, I don’t know why you’re suddenly so scared of them,” Willow admonished.
“Because I was a rat once,” Buffy answered.
“I thought you said there was only a sudden need for cheese?” Xander queried.
“Well, yeah, but it still creeps me out. Besides I don’t think we want to go pointing fingers at other people’s fears do we, clown hater?” Buffy arched an eyebrow at him.
Xander paled. “Hey, there were migrating circumstances. I’m over it. Sort of.”
“Uh huh. Right, well I’m still not going anywhere. I’m the mountain, Mohammad can come to me.”
Jamie sighed. “Fine, come on I’ll give you a piggyback to the library.”
Buffy jumped on Jamie’s back and wrapped her arms around his shoulders as he wormed his arms under her knees, latching his hands together across his stomach.
“Has anyone ever told you you’re a great big brother?”
“I’m the best.”
“Well,” Buffy looked thoughtful. “I don’t know if I would go that far. I’m pretty sure the best big brothers tell their sisters what happened with her best friend.”
Jamie flushed slightly as Cordelia and Xander turned to examine Willow and Jamie. “Don’t push it.”
Jamie walked out the classroom and down the vacant halls. Their voices echoed in the vast space.
“Aaww, come on, Jamie.”
“No.”
“Jamie.”
“No.”
“Please.”
“No.”
“I’ll give you a cookie.”
“What kind?”
“Sprinkles?”
“I’ll think about it.”
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Angel lurked uncomfortably in the stacks of the high school library. There had been some whispers in the Sunnydale underbelly. Demons were getting nervous, some were talking about getting out of town. Willy was even considering closing up for a while. You knew it was bad when Willy was prepared to forgo the opportunity to make some money.
Whispers, that was all he could get out the demons. No one knew for sure what was coming, or even when it was coming. All they knew was that something was coming and it was going to be big.
Angel listened to the sounds of Giles puttering around in his office. He knew that he should go down and tell Giles what he had found out. But he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. The memories were still too fresh, for both of them. Angel could still remember his demon’s glee over the pain on Giles’ face, he could still remember the thrill of chasing Jenny through the school and the bitter disappointment the demon had felt when Jenny had died so quickly, it had wanted more of a challenge, after all she was a gypsy and she had a knack for the magics, it had wanted to fight, but all she had done was run and it had made Angelus bored.
Angel still had nightmares about it; images of Jenny pleading for him to spare her life intermixed with flashes of hell.
Angel couldn’t face Giles get. He was still too weak, still recovering, still reigning in the primal instincts. He was still too afraid.
Because when it came down to all, Angel was a coward. Had been all his life. He was afraid to die in the alley, so he drank of Darla. He was too afraid to be alone when he got his soul, so he stayed with Darla, Dru and Spike, only leaving when Darla tried to force him to kill a small child. He was too afraid to be around people after succumbing to his hunger and feeding off a dead man, so he isolated himself and lived off rats. He was too afraid of losing the one person that gave him a mission, so he staked Darla.
He was just too afraid.
The doors to the library opened with their usual crash, teenagers unknowledgeable of their strength, or unable to contain their natural exuberance. Xander swept in extravagantly, Cordelia in his arms laughing at him. He placed her in a chair.
“Happy now? Not afraid that any mice will creep out and try to chew on your shoes?”
Cordelia wrinkled her nose. “No, they’d choke on all the dust first.”
Willow followed them in, looking much happier than she had in a long time. Behind her there was-
“Buffy,” Angel breathed.
And she was getting a piggyback ride by a boy about her age. He had light brown hair that had a slight curl to it, with bright blue-green eyes and pale skin.
‘Must be that Scott Hope she’s been telling me about,’ Angel thought sadly.
Angel watched as he place her on the table and poked her in the ribs. All noise fell away as Angel focused on Buffy and the boy he assumed was Scott. Buffy smiled and laughed, she reached out a hand and poked him back. Her gaze moving from the boy to Willow and then to Xander and Cordelia as one of them spoke. Her eyes sparkled and her hair shined in the dim sunlight that managed to reach through the high windows.
She was happy. She was laughing. She was in the sun. And for that moment she was just like any other Californian schoolgirl. She was normal. She had everything he couldn’t give her. And she had it because of this Scott guy.
Angel sighed. His information could wait. He’d tell Buffy later, when she came around to check up on him. If she came at all.
Angel walked back to the sewer entrance. He just hoped this Scott Hope would treat her right or there would be hell to pay.
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Buffy stopped laughing and stared intently into the stacks. She held up a hand, silencing her friends. “Do you hear that?”
“Hear what? Apart from the strange noises coming from Xander’s stomach?” Cordelia asked.
“Hey!” Protested Xander. “I’m hungry.”
Buffy listened for a moment. She shook her. “It’s nothing, I thought I heard something in the stacks.”
Jamie grinned at her. “Losing it in your old age?”
Buffy stuck her tongue out at him, unable to think of a reply.
Jamie made a face. “Real attractive, Buff.”
Distractedly Giles walked out of his office, reading the newspaper he had grasped in his hand. “Class over already?”
“There was a problem with rogue mice. The teacher dismissed us early.”
“Normal mice or…?”
“Plain old science mice. They escaped from one of the labs,” Willow explained.
“Well that’s certainly a relief. We get our fair share of the paranormal, I would hate to think that we had to add mice to the list.” Giles threw the newspaper on the polished table.
“There’s a list?” Buffy asked playfully, fully recovered from the mouse incident.
Before Giles could reply the library doors swung open again, this time admitting a tall, stern looking man accompanied by Principal Snyder. Snyder wore his usual sneer.
“Don’t you kids have a class to go to?”
Jamie leaned on the table next to Buffy. “No, not really.”
Snyder scowled and decided the best course was to ignore them and get down to business. “Mr. Giles, this is Mr. Schirato from the school board. Mr. Schirato is here to investigate some claims that have been made against you.”
“C-c-claims?” Giles stuttered.
Mr. Schirato spoke for the first time; his voice was gravelly. “Yes, I’m afraid there has been some serious claims made against your person, Mr. Giles. Claims that the school board would like to see cleared up.”
“May I inquire as to the nature of these claims?”
Mr. Schirato cleared his throat and glanced over at the Scoobies. “There have been some concerns with the exact nature of your relationship with certain students at this school.”
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Okay so the mouse scene was just a bit of fun. And the Willow/Jamie scene came out of left field, I wasn’t going to do that yet, though I bet a few of you are happy now that I’ve quit teasing!
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