The plot thickens. Did I add too much flour?
(A/N: I'm going to try to update every week, but I can't make any promises. And please review, I need all the advise I can get)
Adam shook his head as he looked at the boxes piled everywhere. “I hate moving. I have far too much stuff to unpack.”
Giles laughed. “Most of it books, I assume.”
Adam grinned at him. “You know me too well.” He gestured at the overflowing room. “I don’t even have the Methos Chronicles yet. Where on earth am I going to put them?”
Giles rolled his eyes. “I have no doubt that you’ll find space. Possibly by throwing out the half of your belongings that aren’t books.”
Adam snorted, “You may be right. But enough moving for today, why don’t you show me round your Hellmouth, and then feed me?”
Giles shrugged. “There’s not much to see, apart from a lot of cemeteries. Would you like to meet my Slayer instead? And then perhaps you can tell me why you’re here.”
Adam slipped into his coat “Lead on, Mac Duff.”
* * * *
The two men walked into the library, deep in conversation.
Buffy swooped in, grabbing Giles by the arm. “Giles! Where have you been?! I need to talk to you about … umm, books! That’s right – I need books!” She started pulling him toward the office.
Giles looked a little bewildered, then amused. “Buffy, it’s all right. Adam is with the Council: he’s a researcher, in fact.”
Buffy stopped dead. “Really?” She looked Adam over. “Well, that explains the tweed then.”
Adam laughed, and waved them toward the office. “Go and talk to your Slayer, Giles. I can entertain myself for a few minutes.”
Giles nodded, and followed Buffy inside. Adam wandered around the library, noting the weapons cage, the demonic texts, and the teen male sleeping at the table. His attention was caught by the sound of raised voices in the office, Buffy’s close to hysteria. Walking back to the returns desk, Adam frowned, then called out, “Giles? Is everything all right?”
There was a moment of silence, then a low murmur before Buffy and Giles emerged. Giles looked dismayed, but he managed a reassuring smile for Buffy. “It seems that one of Buffy’s new friends is not what he seemed,” he said. Adam raised an eyebrow in inquiry. “Angel, a fellow who has been most helpful to us, is actually a vampire,” Giles explained. “And he now has an invitation to Buffy’s house.”
Adam blinked several times. “You mean Angelus, the bloody idiot vamp who attacked a gypsy girl and got himself souled?”
Buffy and Giles stared at him as though he’d told them the sky was pink. Giles opened his mouth several times, but nothing came out.
Buffy was the first to regain her voice. “You mean he has a soul now? Is that even possible?”
Adam shrugged. “Apparently. I ran across the story in the archives when I was researching something else, and it was unusual enough to catch my attention. It took the whole clan to cast the spell, and the Watcher assigned to the clan recorded everything. He said the girl was beloved, though not very bright, and her horrible death enraged everyone. Why they felt the need to make another of Angelus’ victims suffer along with him I really don’t understand, but gypsies are not known for their mercy to outsiders.”
Buffy held up her hands to stop him. “So, Angel is a good vampire?”
Adam shrugged. “I really don’t know. At least he’s not a bad one now. All the later rumors about him say that he was living off animals and the occasional criminal, but it’s difficult to discover the truth. He certainly split off from the Scourge and stopped preying on the innocent.”
Buffy chewed on her lower lip, thoughtful. “I’ll talk to him tonight, see what he says. In the meantime, is there a way to revoke an invitation to a vamp?”
Adam nodded. “Do you have paper and a pen? It’s really quite simple, a modified basic ward. It should only take you a few minutes once you have the supplies.” He accepted notepad from Giles and jotted down a short list and a chant. “I haven’t the slightest magical ability, but you should be able to cast it, Giles – it doesn’t take a very powerful mage.”
Buffy nodded, looking relieved, and then frowned at Giles. “Giles, when I told you about Angel, why didn’t you ask any questions?”
Giles looked startled, then pulled his glasses off to polish them. “Well, actually, he introduced himself to me a couple of weeks ago, just before the hyena thing. I’m afraid we got a bit sidetracked, and I completely forgot to tell you. I do apologize.”
Buffy waved her hand in dismissal, “Nah, that’s OK.” She scrutinized Adam again. “So, you’re a researcher for the Council? What are you doing in Sunnydale, then?”
Adam grinned mischievously. “Researching, of course.”
She groaned. “I asked for that, didn’t I?” She smiled at him and leaned on the counter. “But, seriously, why are you here? Giles has a good collection of books,” she waved back at the office, “but there must be a lot more back in England. What are you looking for in Sunnydale?”
Adam glanced at Giles, then focused on Buffy again. “Death.”
She looked puzzled. “You want to die?”
Adam laughed, shaking his head. “No, Death with a capital D, as in a name. There is a fellow who calls himself Death, and it’s been predicted he’ll show up in Sunnydale sometime soon. I’m here to wait for him.”
She cocked her head to the side and shrugged. “Well, alright then. I’ll keep an eye out for you. Welcome to Sunnyhell. I’ve gotta get to class now – I’ll see you later.” The library door closed on her last word.
There was a moment of silence, then Giles spoke. “Tea?”
* * * *
Adam leaned back, cradling the mug. Giles watched him carefully, holding his own cup of Earl Grey. “I like her. She’s a bit unusual, very spirited and expressive, not at all like the Council-raised slayers.”
Giles smiled slightly, “Rather like yourself, you mean. You’ve never been one for rules.”
Adam looked rueful. “I just don’t see the point of most of them.”
Giles nodded. “Are you ready to tell me why the Council sent you?”
“Actually, I told Buffy the truth – I’m here for Death. The Council is rather curious, and as I was already researching him they sent me to observe. If it’s verified that he is an immortal, they will assign him a permanent Watcher. Until then, I am at your disposal.”
Giles looked rather doubtful at the explanation. “Somehow, I think there’s more to it than that.” Shrugging, he continued, “However, I’m not going to turn you away. I can use all the help I can get around here. Welcome to the team!”
Adam raised his mug. “I think I’m going to like it here.”
(A/N) When Adam refers to Angelus's other victim, he's talking about Liam. After all, Liam never hurt anyone- it was all the demon that used his body. The Gypsies trapped him in the same body as the demon!