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Summary: Giles begins the process of rebuilding the Watcher’s Council but finds himself in need of new recruits. He decides the best ones are the ones he knows.

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Chronicles of the New Wathcers

Title: Chronicle of the New Watchers – Book One

Rating: PG so far (maybe really only a G right now?)

Category: future fic

Spoilers: Buffy – final episodes of season 7; Angel – maybe very mild ones for Calvary

Pairings: none as of yet ;)

Summary: Giles begins the process of rebuilding the Watcher’s Council but finds himself in need of new recruits. He decides the best ones are the ones he knows

Distribution: Anyone else, ask and ye shall receive.

Disclaimer: Own nothing. Not Wes. Not Xander. Not even Giles. Damn it! Anyway, Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel and the characters from both shows belong to Joss, Mutant Enemy, the WB, UPN and Fox. Double damn!


Chronicles of the New Watchers

Book One: The Chosen Ones

Buffy: The First. That's what it wants.

Giles: Yes, to erase all the slayers in training and their watchers along with their methods.
“Bring On The Night”

Chapter One

Excerpt from the journals of Rupert Giles, Head of the New Council of Watchers

May 22, 2003

I have been asked to rebuild the council. So few of us have survived the First’s attack against the line of the Slayer, but I hardly think I’m the one with the ability to accomplish this task. Except the others have requested I be the one based on my experience in the field with Buffy. I find many other watchers disagreed with the way the council was run. I can’t blame them.

But I’m not ready for this now. We’ve barely defeated the first, and are recovering from our losses.

Xander is recovering from the loss of his eye. I know he is bitter, but as usual, he is covering his pain with cheap humor. I feel for him. I may have never admitted this before, but the lad is like a son to me. They are all my children – Buffy, Dawn, Willow, Xander. I have known them for several years and they have claimed my heart. I am relieved they have survived the war again the first – barely.

But I have lost one child I never had much time to know, but I feel the loss nonetheless.

Faith is gone. She gave her life to seal the hellmouth permanently. It was the ultimate sacrifice. She had become an extraordinary young woman during her incarceration. I am pleased that she was able to lay some of her demons to rest.

And now we lay her memory to rest.

There was only a simple marker set in the midst of the woods. No body to be buried, a lack of closure for those gathered. But the small memorial was heartfelt and bittersweet.

Faith had given them their lives in giving up hers to seal the hellmouth.

There were only a few gathered that night. Giles, Buffy, the “scoobies” – Xander, Willow, Dawn, Anya and Spike. Even Wesley, Angel and Connor came from L.A. to pay their respects. Most of the surviving potentials had returned to their homes, including the new Slayer Rona. Only Amanda and Kennedy – who remained behind, hoping to be with Willow – were there to attend the makeshift memorial service.

All were silent, lost in their thoughts about the last few days.

“Per – perhaps someone should say a few words,” Giles suggested gently, ending the oppressive silence.

“Sh – she was a hero,” Buffy began, voice wavering. “It should have been me, but she was stronger. She got it done when I couldn’t.”

“Damn straight she did,” Kennedy mumbled, not caring who heard. Willow gave her a warning glance.

“I think she went out like she always wanted,” the surviving Slayer continued tearfully. “Faith was always strong. I – I think she always wanted to go out in a big battle.”

“Yes,” Wesley agreed softly. “Faith was a warrior to the end. This is just a small gesture compared to what she really deserves. The world will never know that they were spared because she cared more about making it right than making it out alive.”

The silence weighed heavily once more as they struggled with grief.

“I think we should go to the house,” Buffy said softly, studying the faces around her. Angel nodded at her. He paused beside her and squeezed her hand before brushing past her to join the others as they slowly headed to the Summer’s home. She remained behind with Giles and Wesley.

As soon as everyone was out of earshot Wesley spoke once more. “This is not your fault. You know that Buffy. Even if you’d have tied her up she would have found a way and still been there to shove you out when the hellmouth closed.”

“My head knows, but my heart keeps telling me I should have been sealed with her.”

“Then Dawn, the others and myself would be grieving over losing you … again,” Giles said.

Buffy nodded solemnly. Giles pulled her into a gentle hug then urged her after the others. “You go on. I’ll be there in a minute.”

When the blond was gone Giles turned to Wesley. “I would like to talk to you.”

Wesley smirked at the older man. “I rather thought you would. Have the survivors asked you to rebuild the council?” It was more a statement than a question.

Giles took off his glasses and began to polish them. “Ye – yes. I’m not sure about accepting their offer.”

“I think you should. You’ve been out here on the hellmouth fighting beside one of the most talented Slayers ever. You understand how it *should* work. Giles, you can make a new council that doesn’t use these girls, but helps them.”

“I have thought about this. If I do this, I need to consider the kind of Watchers I want, what the Slayers will need.”

“Plus the numbers are depleted.”

“Er – yes. There is that too.”

Wesley studied him for a moment. “You’re asking me to be a Watcher again.”

“I’m asking you to consider it.” Giles looked at him thoughtfully. “I know the work you’ve done for Angel is important. Your experiences as a demon hunter would bring much to a new council. You understand what it’s like to fight out here too. That is invaluable.”

The former watcher swallowed and licked his lips nervously. “I’ll consider it, but I make no promises.”

“That’s all I ask.”

“So do you have ideas for bringing in new blood?”

“W – well I’m considering Willow.”

Wesley nodded sagely. “Good choice. A witch serving on the council could be very useful. And she understands the fight and everything it entails. Who else.”


“Harris? This isn’t pity for the lad, I hope.”

Giles shook his head. “No. He’s been out here too. Caleb understood Xander’s contributions and abilities when none of us realized. The insight he has brought over the last seven years has often turned the tide in our favor. Although with the loss of his eye also leaves me wondering what he will do now. He’s more unsettled than he’s ever been.”

“I can sympathize.”

They began to walk toward the Summer’s home. “Wesley, if there is anyone you know …”

Excerpt from the journals of Rupert Giles, Head of the New Council of Watchers

May 23, 2003

I’ve given this all careful consideration. And I’ve come to the conclusion that I will accept this position. Frankly, I think I accepted it in my mind and heart the moment they asked. Wesley was right; the new council can help the Slayers, not hinder and hurt them.

Angel, Connor and Wesley are leaving tonight to return to LA. And Wesley has promised to consider returning to the new council. His experiences will be a tremendous help in creating a foundation for the council. He can help me teach and train the “new blood” that will be coming in. And he assures me he will give this careful consideration. He also believes he may know someone who would make an excellent Watcher.

Angel glanced at Wesley as he drove toward LA. Wesley stared out the window, lost in thought. “So Giles will be rebuilding the council.”

Wesley turned to regard the vampire. “I shouldn’t be surprised you know this.”

Angel shrugged. “It’s a given. And he asked you to come back to the council, didn’t he?”

Wes nodded. “I told him I’d consider it.”

“Are you going to do it?” Connor asked from the back seat. “You’d have to go to England, right?”

“I don’t know yet if I’ll do it. And yes, if I did, I’d be returning to England.” Angel’s face was unreadable as he watched the road and drove, speaking softly. “There’s a lot to consider. As much as I’d hate you to leave, I’d understand if you wanted to do this. Who else is he considering?”

“Willow for one.”

“She’d be good. Plenty of experience fighting vamps and demons. And very intelligent.”

“He’s also considering Harris.”

If Angel was surprised, he didn’t show it. After a moment he spoke. “I can see that. Xander’s loyal and quick. People don’t give him enough credit.” Wesley felt inclined to agree as they lapsed into silence once more.

Wes broke the silence after a few minutes. “Giles has asked me to consider anyone I might know who would be an asset to bring to the new council.” Wesley studied Angel for a moment. “I was considering asking Fred, but with things being quite strained between her and Gunn – and of course Gunn and myself – I’m not certain that would be in the best interest.”

Angel was thoughtful. “Maybe it’s up to her. I’d hate to lose either of you, but it is your decision. Just think about it.” Wes sighed and returned his gaze to the passing scenery, taking advantage of the ride to do just that – think.

Excerpt from the journals of Rupert Giles, Head of the New Council of Watchers

May 27, 2003

I have to consider how to approach Willow with my request. She seems happy with Kennedy – who apparently is willing to stay in Sunnydale to be near Willow. I just fear that she will feel obligated to accept my offer. I realize I am most likely underestimating her, but I can’t help but think that after her attempt to end the world last year she will feel compelled to do this. Perhaps to make amends.

While things seem to be going well for Willow, I worry about Xander. I told Wesley that I wasn’t making the offer for Xander to become a Watcher out of pity, but perhaps a small part is. He’s struggling to come to terms with the changes in his life right now. He’s lost an eye. Anya has made it clear she’s leaving Sunnydale – hoping to find somewhere where D’Hoffren cannot find her. And he’s feeling cut off from Willow. Xander hasn’t said as much to me, but I believe I know him well enough by now. Willow is attempting to build a relationship with Kennedy – whom seems to disdain Xander to a slight degree. Perhaps that’s just the way she is naturally, because she seems to have that attitude with almost everyone.

I have come to realize how much it would mean to me if they both accepted.

Giles paused in the doorway to the kitchen and watched Buffy, Willow and Dawn interact. Kennedy pushed past him, giving him a look of annoyance and confusion. She came up to Willow and placed an arm in hers, giving the Summers sisters a look that could be described as irritated. The Watcher sighed, taking this as his cue to approach Willow.

“Er … Willow, I – I was wondering if I might talk to you for a moment. Privately,” he gave Kennedy a look that clearly brooked no argument.

“Uh, sure Giles.” The witch followed him out the back door into the yard. Giles indicated for her to seat herself in one of the lawn chairs, then sat one in front of her and seated himself. “A – as you know,” he began. “The Watcher’s Council is in ruins. Very few of us survived the First’s attack against the line of the Slayer.”

Willow nodded, confusion evident on her face. He continued, “I have been asked to be the one to rebuild the council. The others believe that my experience fighting with Buffy will be a tremendous asset.”

The red head brightened, clearly happy for their mentor. “That’s great Giles. You can fix those stupid rules the council had. Oh – oh. Maybe you guys can start archiving your journals and books online. You know, so people like us can get the information we need right away!”

Giles looked horrified at the idea, then thoughtful. “As much as I deplore the internet, you do have a point.” He became a little animated. “See that’s exactly why your knowledge is useful to me. You understand what it is like trying to fight this battle and to try to find the knowledge that could lead to victory. You’ve always been very – eh, very astute.”

“I’m no rocket-scientist,” Willow said blushing. “But I guess I’m pretty darn smart.”

“Ye – yes you are. That’s why I want to ask you to consider something for me.” She looked at him curiously. “Okay,” she said.

“I would like you to join the new council.”

Willow looked shocked. “Me? I – I don’t know …”

“Just give it some consideration before you give me your answer.”

Willow shot out of her seat. “Giles I … I don’t think I can.” She looked at him, slowly growing irritated. “I mean, there’s Kennedy now. And I know that the hellmouth’s sealed, but you said there’s left over mystic energy that will still draw evil here. Although not as much as before. So you know it’s almost like a break. And going to England. I’ve – I’ve been there. Not a vacation, mind you. But it’s England. That’s where the council will be, right?”

Giles nodded, “Yes. At least for now. All the former council’s resources are there. Perhaps in time we could move to California.”

She was pacing. “But that could take a long time. You know, my family’s here. And – and school. I still haven’t graduated college. I’d like to do that. Kennedy’s moving here. And,” she looked at Giles and became sad. “I’ll think about it, but I don’t think so.” With that she turned and began for the house.

“Willow,” Giles called softly. She turned to look at him questioning. “I ask you not to say anything to anyone, but I’m going to ask Xander.”

The young woman looked almost grieved at this. “Oh,” was all she managed to whisper and she turned and entered the house.

Excerpt from the journals of Rupert Giles, Head of the New Council of Watchers

May 28, 2003

My request to Willow yesterday did not go as well as I’d hoped. She has promised to consider it, although her answer will clearly be no. I admit I am disappointed. She would be an asset to the new council, but also I would be as proud as a father to have her join in this work. But I would be proud of her no matter what. Although it does hurt to know she will not be coming along. I wish I could take them all with me when I leave for England. But Buffy is needed here, as much as it breaks my heart to leave her here again. She will have Spike and Dawn to assist her in her Slaying duties. And apparently Kennedy and Willow.

What nearly broke my heart yesterday was Willow’s pain at discovering I am going to ask Xander to come to England to join the council. I am not sure, but I think she believes he will accept.

Xander was trying to settle back into his apartment. He hadn’t had it to himself in … He paused, unsure of how long it had been since this whole ordeal had started. He sighed. Sitting alone in his apartment thinking about the past few weeks wasn’t his idea of fun. Work was out of the question, at least for now. Xander needed the time to get used to the limitations to his vision, and his boss thought it would be too dangerous at the job site until then. he thought bitterly.

He walked to his refrigerator and pulled out a beer, glad none of the potentials had the time to sit around and get curious and sample his alcohol supply. He heard knock at his door and debated ignoring it. But he decided it might be better for him and try to chase them off then have to endure constant knocking and phone calls if it was one of his friends worrying about him. He felt the bitterness well up again.

Giles was standing there when Xander opened his door. “May I come in?” Xander poked his head out through the door and glanced at the sky. I was a sunny day out. Giles smiled and waved his arm through the open doorway.

The younger man gave him a lopsided smile – that appeared a little strained to the Watcher – and stepped aside to let him in. “So what brings the G-man by?”

“I needed to talk to you.”

“Okay,” Xander dropped down onto the couch, not even spilling a drop of his beer. “Shoot.”

Giles sat down in the recliner and studied Xander. “Are you alright?”

“Like Faith says, five by five.” Xander swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat at the thought of the departed Slayer. The older man looked at him sadly.

“So,” Xander said, clearing his throat. “What did you want to talk to me about?”

“I have something to ask you and I want you to take a few days to consider things before giving me an answer.” Xander was unmistakably curious. “Okay.”

Giles studied Xander, realizing for perhaps the first time that he was looking at a man and not the boy he once was. He felt pride and sorrow squeeze his heart. Pride that this man had grown to be remarkable person and sorrow at the loss of his innocence so early in life. But Giles took comfort in the fact that Xander had managed to retain a small amount of his boyishness. The harshness of the life they lived hadn’t crushed him. Giles found Xander giving him a worried look.

“Right,” the Watcher said. “You probably realize that I’ll be rebuilding the council?” The dark haired man gave an affirmative nod. “With so few of us that survived,” he continued, “our numbers are so low that we have to seek out new people to train as Watchers.”

“That’s a given.”

“Ah – yes.” Giles removed his glasses and began to polish them. He placed them back on and returned his focus to Xander. “My first considerations are people who have been close to the battle line so to speak. People who have experience fighting vampires and demons and know all about research and the key role it plays.”

“And …?” Xander prompted when Giles was silent for a few seconds.

“Xander, would you consider returning to England with me to train as a Watcher?”

The young man looked floored. “Why me?” His brows knitted together. “Wouldn’t Willow be a better choice than me?”

“I’ve also asked her. As for you, you are experienced in fighting, as I said. And you are perceptive. An excellent trait that even Caleb understood. And I’ve never known anyone as loyal as you. You would be a welcome addition. In the tradition of the old council, watchers came from every generation within the family. My grandmother and my father were watchers. Had I married and had children at least one of them would have followed in my footsteps. Despite whether or not they wanted to. But with recent developments, it has given me the chance to *ask* two of my – my children to consider becoming Watchers.”

Xander looked dumbstruck. He couldn’t speak for a while, then looked up at the man who was like a father to him – the man who admitted to feeling the same way. “This isn’t because you feel sorry for me? The whole one-eye thing?”

“Of course not. I meant every word I’ve said.”

The young man nodded. “Uh … okay. I’ll – I’ll think about it. When do you need an answer?”

“Whenever you decide. But I will be leaving for England in two weeks. So anytime after that, you will have to call me.”

“Uh huh. Right.”

Giles rose to leave. “I am proud of you Xander,” he assured softly. “I don’t care what your answer is. I’ll always think of you as my son.” He reached out and squeezed his “son’s” shoulder. On that note he left the stunned man sitting in his suddenly confining apartment.

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