Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy or James Bond.
This continues where "In His Lady's Service" left off.
Xander and Buffy were arguing while Giles and Bond sat across the room.
"Why should Faith live with me? Why not you?"
Xander looked at her. "Well, let's see. When James isn't here, there'll be three men living in the house. Somehow, three men and a Faithy just doesn't seem right."
Buffy glared at him.
Giles sighed and jumped in. "Besides, Buffy, she doesn't have a parental female figure in her life. Willow's parents are gone most of the time, so that option is out. Joyce is the only possibility. And she does know about slaying, so having two slayers in the house..."
"Would cause her to try to keep me in more! I don't like being cooped up."
Giles rubbed his head. The headache was getting worse.
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Joyce walked out of the kitchen. "Yes Buffy?"
Buffy glanced at Faith. "This is Faith. She's another slayer. She needs a place to stay."
"Where are her parents?"
Faith shrugged. "They might as well be dead for all the good they are for me."
"The watcher's council sent her here to help out with the hellmouth."
"Ah. Well, I was just fixing dinner. I have enough for three. There's a guest bedroom upstairs. Buffy, would you show her to it and get ready to eat?"
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James heard the phone ring, with the special tone. "007 here."
"Bond, I know that you've been busy training your protégé, but I need you in England. Something has come up."
"I'll get ready to leave, M. Don't worry, he's been informed that I'll be on missions at times."
Xander walked in and saw James packing. "Mission time huh?"
"I'm afraid so. In spite of the fact that I want to stay here." Bond paused. "I must admit that being a father is a first for me. It's an experience that I want to continue. But duty calls."
"You're a better father than the idiot, and left some guardians for me. I've also got donut money. How can I complain?"
They both grinned. "A private jet is meeting me outside of town on an old airstrip. It's daylight, and our agents have received special training thanks to information Giles has sent. It's as secure as can be. I hope I won't be too long."
They looked at each other in silence. Then James walked out. He paused. "I've got a few minutes to meet with Giles. Want to drive me there and then the airstrip?"
Xander grinned. "Sounds good."
"Don't drive to fast, these old bones can only take 150 miles an hour."
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Giles was re-arranging things when Bond and Xander walked in.
"How many times... why do I even bother?" Giles turned around as he spoke and looked at the two. "What can I do for you?"
Bond looked around for a second then spoke. "I have to go. Xander of course will be staying, and the two agents at the house are his backup. He of course, is backup to Buffy and Faith."
As they were speaking a sharply dressed man walked in.
Giles looked over. "Can I help you?"
Giles tensed. "Yes?"
Bond noticed, and moved his concealed hand to his gun. Xander noticed too, and moved slightly to the side.
"I'm Wesley Windham Pryce." He didn't seem to notice Bond's and Xander's reactions. "Can we talk in private? Mr. Travers wants me to speak to you."
Giles glanced at him, then the other two. "They already know everything that I and Buffy do. There's no need to conceal it."
"Ah yes. Another sign of your rule-breaking."
"Since you've decided to quit the council, you have ceased to be Buffy's watcher. I was sent as your replacement. You can of course, stay in town in your capacity as a Librarian."
Bond stared. "And if Buffy objects?"
"I'm a watcher, she won't."
Xander glared. "After that test of yours, she told Travers to get out of town before she regained her strength. She may not have ever killed someone, but I would have taken pictures if she'd broken his ribs."
"That's another thing I'll correct... Buffy's tendency to reveal her secrets."
Bond shook his head. "Xander has a tendency to save her from dying. Surely you don't object to the fact that she's alive because of him? Or the fact that he performed the very cpr that brought her back to life after she drowned and caused a new slayer to come into her calling?"
"That's all well and good, but there are traditions to uphold."
It was Bond's turn to glare. "Like the one that states a watcher stays home while the slayer goes out alone? The same one that caused Giles to sit back as a prophecy was fulfilled in which Buffy would die if she confronted the master? The same Buffy who drowned that night? You've got a sorry excuse for a brain if you think that a tradition like that is necessary."
"A watcher has to set themselves apart."
Giles watched the argument with amusement.
Xander spoke up. "You've known her for both the trial and today. You weren't here long enough before. Do you have any idea what will happen if you step in?"
"I'll train her?"
"No. She'll continue to talk to Giles, who is like a father to her. And don't start saying that you can force her. I've read more of the watcher regulations than Giles thinks. Unless she kills someone, or foregoes her duty you cannot do a thing to her. Her duty is not to report to her Watcher or fill out paperwork. It is to slay and save lives. The fact that she does report to Giles is a sign of respect. She could simply walk in and yell for some information on how to kill something, then leave. As for the training aspect, I daresay that Giles is a lot better than you. And she can wipe the floor with him. So I repeat, do you have any idea what will happen if you step in?"
Wesley gawked at the three, as Buffy and Faith walked in. "Hi Giles, Xander, James! Who's the stuffy guy?"
Xander glanced at her. "Just Travers lap dog sent here to make Giles resignation official. He also says he's your watcher."
"I am not his lap-dog!"
Xander shook his head. "Could have fooled me, Rin-tin-tin. How many awards did you win at the last competition?"
Giles rubbed his head. "As amusing as this is, it is getting out of hand. Mr. Bond, you did say that you have to leave town."
Wesley's eyes grew round and he squeaked. "Bond? James Bond?"
"Heard of me?" James offered to shake Wesley's hand, but conveniently forgot that his gun was still in it. The poor watcher ran out the door. "Oh dear, he seems to have a case of bad nerves."
Giles closed his eyes and sighed in resignation. "Why don't you take your father to the airport Xander. Buffy, Faith, and I will discuss these new events. We'll fill you in when you get back."
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Xander stood with his two "uncles" as they watched Bond get on board the plane. Everyone had been kind enough to wait for a minute to give the two a private moment.
"Take care of them. I'll be back."
"Count on it."
"And for heavens sake, call for backup if you need it. You have two agents here who are almost as good as I am at staying alive, and Q never extends his private line to anyone except me...so the fact that he gave it to you should tell you something."
"So basically I got a grandfather too."
Bond blinks. "Oh, he'll love hearing that."
The doors to the plane closed, and then it took off.
"Well, back to ye ol' hellmouth. Oh joy."
The two stared at him, then shook their heads. It was definitely a more interesting assignment.