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    A/N: all not mine, except a little bit of imagination- just playing with the characters, going to put them back when I'm done. Some text from Welcome to the Hellmouth.
    PG

    Making it so


    TEASER

    GILES
    The influx of the undead, the... supernatural occurrences, it's been building for years. There's a reason why you're here and a reason why it's now!

    BUFFY
    Because now is the time my mom moved here.

    EXT: Large London Brick Building, the watchers' council headquarters.
    INT: A large board room with long table, around which a dozen watchers sit, silently.

    The door opens and a rather harried looking man steps back into the room before closing the door again.

    TRAVERS
    (briskly)
    Have we received confirmation?

    GILES
    (nods, removing his glasses and wiping them on his shirt, before replacing them)
    The girl in L.A.

    TRAVERS
    Damn.

    Giles takes his seat again and looks at Travers.

    GILES
    Well, Quinton, it was hardly to be expected that the girl already there was going to be called. She's still very young, and frankly, I'm unconvinced that she's even a slayer at all. None of our tests have been in any way conclusive, and with the ever increasing levels of unnatural energy emitting from the site, there's less and less reason to assume that, should she have any power whatsoever, they would be powers for the good.

    TRAVERS
    Be that as it may, Rupert, we are still faced then, with our usual problem- getting the girl who was called, to the place she needs to be called to.

    GILES
    Buffy.

    TRAVERS
    Pardon?

    GILES
    Buffy Summers. It's her name. The slayer. My slayer.

    TRAVERS
    Indeed? Well, they do have some odd names in the United States, but I see that as being no reason for her to not perform her duties properly. Now, have we any word on her interim watcher?

    Camera angles down the table, to where a woman sits, alert but silent.

    WOMAN
    Yes sir. I've investigated, and our best contact in the California region, seems, at present, to be Merrick. Now we have located the girl, I shall get in touch with him.

    Camera angles back to TRAVERS. He appears to be making notes in a diary.

    TRAVERS
    Very Well. Not our best contact in the Americas, but a respectable man all the same. We've worked with him before, he's more than capable of handling the situation.

    Camera angles briefly back to the woman, she nods.

    TRAVERS
    (continuing)
    Now, as for your role, Rupert, assuming the girl lives long enough, she'll be relocated to Sunnydale. We've already arranged your details. (He shuffles through a few papers.) Ah, yes. Here they are. Rupert Giles, Librarian, formerly of the British Museum, looking for a sea change, now under the employ of the public school system in California, as librarian of Sunnydale High School. We'll ship your personal library, of course, and watchers' diaries and the like will follow.
    (Travers pauses.)
    Rupert, your flight leaves tomorrow.

    BLACKOUT.

    FADE OUT

    Feedback welcome.
    Last edited by Veverka; 30-09-07, 04:55 AM.

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