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[bond_wannabe]

Ever since Buffy let all the Slayers loose, things had been crazy. But, anytime you're mixed up with the Sunnydale crew, that's to be expected

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[iwouldnt_fear]

Riley and Buffy subdue Miss 'scariest episode of blues clues' and dissapear into the mall to talk strategy, or have a smooch session, whatever, either way I should have predicted I'd be cast aside once her great and powerful blondeness arrived. I'm suddenly wondering what I'm doing here. A day ago, I would have begged for this assignment, now I feel nothing but useless. I'm not the sensetive type, but I don't take well to being ignored, either. I'm of use here, and if Riley was less interested in Miss Summers' ass he'd recognize that

[bond_wannabe]

I sit up and shake my head. There are little blooms of light in front of my eyes from the collison, but nothing too serious.

I look up at the woman who just made the door comment, and then back to the door.

I point.

"Those doors are faulty, they pose a serious risk. I want someone to look at them ASAP!"

I snap my fingers at some unnamed soldier in army greens on the opposite side of the door. He looks at me, snorts, and walks away.

I sigh.

So much for a commanding presence.

I stand up and dust myself off. I follow the woman into the room, and carefully...VERY carefully...shut the door behind me.

"Yeah, well they're still dangerous. Think of the broken noses and potential tetanus shots."

She seems unimpressed.

"Anyway...I'm Andrew Wells, Watcher in residence...at your service."

[iwouldnt_fear]

He gets all hauty and blames the door which is a wholly unsurprising thing to do. The mall doors are typical, designed to keep heat in and keep the cold out. The only people I'd ever seen regard them as a hazard is four year olds that don't know thier boundaries.

I consider for a moment that given the state of things outside, a broken nose would be a funny sidetrack from the mayhem. Long as it's not my nose, of course.

"so, are all watchers that graceful, or is that just your speciality?"

The moment I discovered he was a watcher I made up my mind to make things as hard on him as possible. Petty? yeah, but I have a distaste for the organization in general. Slayers aren't, generally, special ed students, and shouldn't be seperated off from the general population and tutored like they are.

[bond_wannabe]

"I...I don't fall that often."

I pause, in my mind suddenly flashes a montage of me, falling. Strangely...I also imagine it set to music. I bet a good Donna Summer song would make those falls look great...

I hum to myself, and then look over at the woman. Oh crap.

I forgot where I was for a second there.

I stop humming.

"Ahem."

I clear my throat, and step forward, in what I hope is construed as a very official, and Watcher like manner. I'm here on Mr. Giles behalf now, so I had to be very dignified and...uh...Giles like.

"I worked with Mr. Rupert Giles, and was dispatched here to the city when we heard the unforunate news, as well as have been instructed to come to the aid of Buffy and the Iniaitive in the containing of this threat."

I swallow.

"It's like I said, I'm here."

I stand up straight.

"Here to help."