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Summary: After the battle with Glory, Xander and Giles take Dawn somewhere they can be quiet and safe.

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Stargate > Xander-Centered > Pairing: Other SlashMissEFR1835,60546515,59519 Dec 1011 Oct 11No

Prologue: Changing the Guard

Disclaimer: Don't own or claim rights to Buffy or Stargate

A/N: This turns AU at the end of Season 5 of Buffy. Have to work out exactly where it fits in with Stargate, but it will be fairly early. Oh, and AU at the end of Season 2 of Angel, but the Fang Gang won't feature much at all in the story. Just so you know.

A/N2: There will be a slash pairing, but I'm not sure at this time just how graphic it will be. If you check my other stories (hint, hint) you will see just where I could take this. That said, I have no actual sexual activity planned just yet.

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He staggered to his knees, aware of the keening coming from the vampire to the left. A stray thought drifted through his head that the vampire had no need to fear the coming dawn, since the sun of their existence lay broken before them, and would never shine again.

~~~~~

“I'm not staying here, Giles,” Xander announced quietly as he sat down.

The older man stared at him for a moment, then nodded. “I understand entirely. You... We have all lost a great deal here.”

“I don't think you should stay here, either,” Xander went on. “Willow and Tara are moving, going somewhere less tainted, so Will can clean up, get free. San Francisco, last I heard. You can't stay here, Giles,” he repeated softly.

Giles frowned. “But...”

“You have Dawn to look after, now. Joyce and Buffy both specified in their wills that you were to be her guardian. You have a responsibility to her, and to their memory.”

“Yes, but... The Hellmouth,” Giles murmured helplessly.

“It's time for someone else to look after it. Faith is the Slayer, now. The only Slayer. It's time for her to take up her burden. She can work out her redemption here, on the Hellmouth.”

Giles thought about that. “She can't do it alone. The only reason Buffy lasted so long is because she had family, friends around her.”

“And Faith's got the Fang Gang. The can move here.”

“But...”

“It's that, or we get the Council to send someone out, and I'm pretty sure you can work out how that would end up.”

Giles shuddered. “No. No, you're right. We -”

“We have to go there. Talk to them. This is not just something you can just call about.”

Giles capitulated with a sigh. “Very well. We shall, we shall go and, and talk with Angel and his people. But, but what shall we do afterward?”

“Leave. Find somewhere … quiet,” Xander decided. “Somewhere where no one knows who we are, and we can, I don't know, live. Work. Have some peace.”

“I, I have Dawn to look after,” Giles began.

“And Spike promised Buffy he'd look after her. And I'd like to be there, too.”

“Yes. Good. Fine.” Giles clenched his jaw, and nodded.

~~~~~

Xander looked around the vacant hotel foyer. “It's a little early for them to be out, isn't it?”

“There's always the sewers,” Giles commented mildly. He frowned. He was tired, and wanted to get this over, done with. He looked at the younger man, and could see his own exhaustion mirrored there.

Suddenly, there was a noise, and a portal writhed into life in the doorway. Eyes wide, Giles grabbed the younger man, and pulled him away from the portal, in fervent hopes they would not be drawn in. There was a noise, and then the rather astounding image of Angel's classic convertible roaring through the portal in to the hotel foyer.

“I guess that explains where they were,” Xander murmured.

Angel bounded out of the car and walked towards them carefully. “Giles?” he asked, concern colouring his voice. “Xander? What...?” He took in their worn expressions, and felt himself shut down. He waved a helpless hand.

Xander dropped his gaze to the floor as Cordelia's hand flew to her mouth. Gunn looked around, noting that even Wesley had slumped in his seat, looking defeated.

“What?” Gunn asked, lost. “What's the problem?”

Angel turned slowly. “She's gone. Buffy's dead.”

~~~~~

After that, things turned surreal. Time fled, then lingered. People bustled, then stopped, forgetting what they were doing. Angel worked on getting Faith released, while the Powers sent their blessing in the form of an excruciating vision for Cordelia. Wesley tentatively offered his services to Faith, who accepted her Watcher humbly, numbed by the knowledge that she was finally alone in her calling. Eventually the time came when they were assembled on the doorstep of the Summers residence, knocking, waiting for admittance.

Time to change the guard.
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