Title: The New Recruit?
Rating: 13 for wee bit ‘o violence
Disclaimer: Andrew and all things Buffy belong to Joss and Mutant Enemy. Joe and all things Highlander belong to Davis/Panzer and Rysher.
Summary: The Watchers get a new recruit, or do they? Written for the 20 Minute Challenge with Andrew.
Andrew walked down the street, humming a slight tune under his breath to ward off his slightly less-than-masculine fear of the dark and enjoying the dramatic shadow his flapping trench coat made ever time he passed under a street lamp. His reverie was broken by the sound of clanking and clanging metal that emanated from a dark alley. He paused for a moment, and then pressed his back up against the side of the building and peeked cautiously around the corner. For a moment he relaxed. It was just a sword fight – probably one of the Slayers out on patrol. As he watched the fight, his anxiety came creeping back. Both the sword-wielders were men. That didn’t make any sense.
Andrew decided that, much as he would like to investigate further, his first duty was to report this anomalous battle to Giles and Buffy. It could be a portent of an apocalypse, or some minions fighting for the honor of dying for their evil master, or even some drunken members of a Renaissance Festival. Just as Andrew was about to turn away with a swish of his coat one of the fighters unceremoniously lopped the other one’s head off.
His scream was cut off by a hand that reached out of the shadows and clamped over his mouth. He struggled to catch his breath before the darkness washed over him. He was unsuccessful.
When he woke, a ruggedly handsome man with a salt-and-pepper-beard was looking at him with a worried expression on his face.
“Hey kid, are you okay? I bet you’ve got a few questions about what you just saw.”
“Were they demons?”
“Um, no, not demons. They were Immortals.” The bearded man waited for the usual protestations and incredulity. He was disappointed.
“What kind of immortals?” Andrew asked calmly.
The ensuing conversation was both confusing and enlightening for each man. They discussed Immortals and immortals, and Watchers and Watchers. Finally the bearded man shook his head and said, “Well kid, you don’t seem to be too bothered by unusual stuff. I think you’d probably do pretty well if you wanted to go to our Academy and become a Watcher.”
Andrew stood up and vigorously but ineffectually tried to dust the dirt off of his coat. “Thank you for your kind offer, um, Immortal-watching-man. But I must return to my sisters-in-arms, the Slayers, so that I can aid them in their fight against the demons and the vam-PYRES.”
Andrew turned to walk home, confident in his place in the world. And the wind even made his coat billow nicely.
~ The End ~