Chapter 5: The New Slayer Arrives
Chapter 5: The New Slayer Arrives
Challenge: #3064 ‘conception by conspiracy *non-stargate*’
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A few days later…
Buffy opened the door to find a young girl standing there. “Umm, hello? I’m looking for Rupert Giles or Buffy Summers?”
“I’m Buffy,” she replied, smiling at who she assumed was the new Slayer.
The girl’s next words confirmed that suspicion, “Someone named Whistler told me to come here. My name is Chloe Sullivan.”
Stepping back to let her in, Buffy asked, “Did he tell you why, or did he leave that up to us?”
“Well, he said that the reason my dad and I were moving to Sunnydale was because I was needed here. And it worked out good for us since he was just fired a few months ago,” Chloe added, only to see a flash of anger in the other blonde’s eyes.
“Your dad just ‘happened’ to lose his job right before you were supposed to come here? Do you smell a rat, Giles?” Buffy asked, turning to her Watcher.
“If it happened months ago, I’m not sure.” He held out his hand and introduced himself, “I’m Rupert Giles, but most everyone around here calls me Giles.”
Chloe shook his hand, then Buffy’s. She hurried to explain, “Oh, the firing thing was because of a power play by the Luthors. There’s nothing strange about that beyond the fact they would bother with my dad.”
“Okay, if you’re sure…” Buffy trailed off, imagining what she would do to the balance demon if it wasn’t the truth.
Nodding, Chloe looked at the pair inquisitively. “So, what am I needed here for?”
Buffy held out her hand like Vanna White and quipped, “You’re up, Giles.”
“First things first, can I get you anything to drink or eat?” Giles offered. “This will take a while.”
“Soda’s good, if you’ve got it,” Chloe answered, making herself comfortable on the couch. Her fingers were itching to grab her notepad, but she managed to hold off.
Making her way to the kitchen, Buffy called out, “Coming right up. I don’t need to hear this part again anyway.”
Giles retorted quietly, knowing that she could hear him anyway, “And maybe with you out of the room, I’ll be allowed to finish it for once.” He shared a smile with Chloe as he began, “Alright then, the world is older than people know, and it did not start out as a paradise…”
While Giles explained demons and Slayers, Buffy slipped back in the room with Chloe’s can of soda, and poured tea for herself and Giles. She was amazed by the girl’s lack of disbelief.
When Giles finished his speech, Chloe guessed, “So then, I’m the Slayer now?”
Buffy narrowed her eyes at the easy acceptance. “You know, you’re taking this awfully well for somebody who hasn’t heard this before. Whistler really didn’t tell you?” she checked.
Chloe shook her head, “He just said that there was something strange going on here, and that you two were the ones to talk to about it.”
“So why aren’t you freaking out?” Buffy questioned.
“Weird stuff happened in my hometown, too. Not demons and vamps, but mutations,” Chloe added quickly to avoid any misunderstanding.
Giles’ eyes widened in surprise. “Pardon me, did you say mutations?”
“Uh-huh. We have all these meteor rocks from a storm about 12-13 years ago, and for some reason, they can change people if they’re exposed too long – or in the wrong way.” Chloe thought for a minute, then went on in frustration, “We never figured out exactly how it works. And the mutations aren’t usually the same either; it’s like they’re custom designed for each person.”
“Fascinating!” Giles declared, glancing over at his books.
A move that didn’t go unnoticed by Buffy, who sighed, “Great. Thanks a lot for getting him off-track. Now he’s going to want to research this or something.” She smiled though to let Chloe know she wasn’t really angry about it.
Chloe apologized anyway, “Sorry. How do you two fit into this Slayer stuff?” she inquired, slipping into reporter-mode.
“Well, I’m the Slayer and Giles is my Watcher,” Buffy explained, then counted in her head for the expected reaction.
Which was almost instantaneous. “I thought there was only one at a time,” Chloe remarked in confusion.
Buffy nodded, “Yeah. A few years ago, I died for a couple minutes. My friend saved me, but I was gone long enough to Call the next girl. She died a year later, then Faith was Called. Faith went evil and is in prison now. I need to leave because I’m pregnant, so the PTB Called you. Sorry about that, by the way.”
Chloe caught the genuine guilt in Buffy’s voice. “Why are you
“‘Cause if it weren’t for me, you might have had a longer life than you probably will now,” the elder blonde Slayer replied sadly.
Before she could say anymore, Giles interrupted, “What Buffy is trying to say – very poorly, I might add – is that the life expectancy of a Slayer isn’t very long once Called. Buffy is one of the older ones, and she has already died.”
“I see your point,” Chloe agreed. “But you shouldn’t worry about me, my life probably was destined to be short anyway. There were too many people that wanted me dead back home.”
“Seriously?” That surprised Buffy.
Deciding to share some of her own story, Chloe clarified, “I’m an investigative reporter who specializes in the weird. That makes me a target for those who are weird.”
Buffy bit her lip, trying to figure out the best way to put this. “Umm, you can’t do that with Slayer stuff. I’m not really one to talk, but you’re supposed to keep your identity a secret.”
“Buffy is different from most Slayers in that she has some close friends that help out from time to time,” Giles added.
Chloe asked hopefully, “Will they help me?”
“If they stay in Sunnydale, I’m sure they probably will,” Buffy answered optimistically. She doubted that her friends would stop helping just because she
Then Chloe posed the dreaded question, “Who’s gonna be my Watcher?”
Giles shared a look with Buffy before replying, “We don’t really trust many people from the Council, so right now I think it would be best if it were either myself or Buffy’s ex-Watcher, Wesley Wyndam-Pryce.”
“You had two Watchers?” Chloe asked, wondering if this was normal.
Buffy winced slightly, “Three actually. The first one died, Giles got fired for caring too much about me, and Wesley was sent to replace him. After I told the Council to stick it, he quit too, and was working with some friends in LA up until a couple days ago. He’ll be here in a couple days, then you can decide who you want as your Watcher.”
Confused, Chloe queried, “If Giles is your Watcher, why wouldn’t it just be Wesley?”
Acting on instinct, Buffy reached for Chloe’s hands. When the younger girl didn’t pull away, she looked her directly in the eyes as she explained, “Because it’s very important that you mesh with your Watcher. If you can’t be a team, then you won’t last very long. The reason I’m still around is because of Giles and my friends.”
Chloe nodded her acceptance, “Okay. What should I tell my dad then?”
“Do you think that he could handle the truth?” Buffy asked, remembering her own problems in telling her mom.
“Maybe,” Chloe answered truthfully. She wanted to say yes, but she guessed there was a reason for the secrecy.
“I’d hold off until you needed to, then. But make sure he understands the rules of surviving Sunnydale,” Buffy warned the newest Slayer.
Chloe couldn’t stop herself from pulling out her pad now. “What are they?” she inquired, pen ready to write. She missed the amused looks of the other two as they watched her.
Buffy and Giles spent the next few hours telling Chloe about Vamp 101. When the gang showed up for patrol, she joined them and managed to stake her first vampire without too much difficulty. All in all, it appeared that she would have very little trouble fitting in.
Next day: Option 1
Buffy picked up the phone, seeing from the caller ID that it was the baby’s father. “Yes?”
“This is Gregory House,” he introduced himself, trying to keep a grip on his nerves.
Next day: Option 2
Buffy picked up the phone, seeing from the caller ID that it was the baby’s father. “Yes?” She would have to remember to tease Giles that he made a mistake the other day when they talked to Angel. The baby’s dad didn’t go to school with Walsh; that was Wilson and House.
“This is Jethro Gibbs,” he introduced himself, trying to keep a grip on his nerves.
A/N: Okay, it may seem confusing, but the votes were so close between House and Gibbs that Musie decided to do alternate endings for them. Horatio, Luke and Giles rounded out the top five, but were like 60 votes behind. This isn’t
a twin story. These are two different possible endings here. Hope that is clear to everyone. Thanks for all the interest, folks. This has been a blast so far.
A/N2: Next…Onto the new phase of the series!