As the waitress left, the two girls gave Ethan and Giles a look that spoke volumes about middle aged men, arteries and greasy food.

Bwah!

Good, Connie. Ethan as Snape and Giles as Dumbledore is funny.

Heh, connie. Those poor girls don't know what they're getting into.

Love the donuts!

That's me, right? Thanks, Theo.

ditto on liking the donuts SA

"Think of him as Snape," Giles said.

Hee hee hee hee!

"Think of him as Snape," Giles said.

"Thank you very much--Dumbledore."

Ooo, I likes me the snark.

Yes, I travel on the good ship Snark and HoYay

Am, I've got tiaras, I've got more tiaras than heads.

I've been grossly misled about your appearance, then, connie.

Now with the praise. Plei, you do that world-weary thing so well. You can taste how tired and defeated they are. connie, love the HP refs. That is exactly how Ethan would react. sa, you know how the cross story was my favourite? This is my favourite now. It's very much Xander. It really captures him and (especially number 4) what his relationship to the gang is and has been.

Ah, Elena's up. She gets to read the conclusion to Ethan and the Potentials

Giles applied himself to his eggs for a moment. "I need to go to the Watcher's Council headquarters today. There are some manuscripts and files on what we're facing, the Bringers and the First Evil and such. You all will have to come with me, it's not safe to separate. And we can't let the Council know we're there."

Annabelle frowned. "But you told me that the Watchers were organized to help the Slayer, to find the potentials and train them. Why are we hiding from them?"

Ethan beat Giles to the explanation. "It may be in the Council charter that they exist to help the Slayer, but they tend to see the poor girl more, shall we say, in terms of the job than of the person."

"That's not why we're avoiding them," Giles said sternly. "We don't have time to deal with the bureaucracy and the explanations. I told them a few weeks ago about what I suspected, and they wanted to form a committee to look into it. It's best if we just avoid them altogether and just get the job done ourselves."

"You rebel, you," Ethan said with a muted smile.

"But, the Bringers are killing Watchers, too," Molly said. "Shouldn't we warn them?"

Giles didn't look at her. "They've been warned. They have the benefit of a millennia and a half of experience and 21st century technology. If they can't use those resources properly, I don't have time to show them how."

They finished their breakfast in silence. Giles paid for the meal after glaring at Ethan's suggestion of a small cloaking spell to allow them to slip out unnoticed.

The Tube took them down to The City, the ancient heart of London, where the Watchers Council anonymously occupied an old building on an innocuous side street not far from Lloyd's of London.

"It might be time for that cloaking spell of yours," Giles told Ethan as they reached street level. A few tourists wandered about, but most of the crowd was business folk. A pair of battered sorcerers and two potential Slayers did not blend in well.

"Surely the Council has wards and detectors on the doors. They'll pick up on the spell."

"If we were using those doors, yes." Giles led the way down the street. Molly and Annabelle trailed along, staying close together.

Ethan sighed and followed. "So which doors are we going to be using, Rupert? No, let me guess, your mysterious contact is going to leave the service entrance open."

"Not exactly. She said she'd have the wards disabled near the service entrance, but getting through the door was my job." He pulled a small leather case out of his coat pocket.

Ethan gasped in delight. "Ripper, you devil, you still have them."

Annabelle cleared her throat uneasily. "Still have what?"

Giles knew he should feel ashamed of himself, but he also knew he was smiling in that way that made the Sunnydale contingent very nervous. "Lockpicks. A chainsaw would be a bit obvious."

Ethan plucked a hair from each of them for his cloaking spell. The girls pouted at him and rubbed their heads, but Giles barely noticed. The spell got them down the sidewalk past the guards at the front door, then through the parking area gate when it opened to let a Rolls Royce glide in.

"They've done nicely for themselves," Ethan commented quietly, looking at the Rolls Royces, Bentleys, and the lone Lamborghini parked behind the walls.

"Yes, they have. Over here." Giles led the way to a side door. Ethan kept watch while Giles picked the lock, but Molly and Annabelle watched in fascination.

"Can all the Watchers do that?" Molly asked softly.

"No, only those of us with disreputable friends."

"You're welcome," Ethan said.

The door clicked. "And there we are," Giles said proudly. "Everyone in."

"Just a moment," Ethan interrupted. He put his hand out cautiously, first touching the doorframe, then reaching carefully through the doorway itself. He nodded. "Nothing magical that I can feel." He smiled at Giles. "You may trust your friend, but if I were in charge of the place I'd have alarms no one else knew about."

"That's because you're a paranoid bastard."

"Which is why I'm still alive." He gestured Annabelle and Molly to precede him through the door.

The service areas were prosaic enough, with bland office doors and men and women in standard business wear. Several flights of stairs took the foursome to the upper floors, where elegant carpets, dark paneling, and old paintings gave the air of a very respectable bank or legal firm. They stayed close to the walls, avoiding people passing by.

There was more bustle than Giles was used to. Watchers generally never hurried unless something was actively trying to eat them. 1500 years of history did tend to give people a less urgent view of things. Now, though, people rushed back and forth, worried looks on their faces. So, at least they knew something was wrong, something had happened that required a quick response. He wished he could have brought Buffy here, shaken them out of their complacency with the energy and fire of a true Slayer.

But perhaps they'd actually come up with something helpful. The traditions had calcified into prejudice, but the Council's primary goal had always been the preservation of human life on earth. The current threat was nothing they could ignore.

He looked at his companions. Molly and Annabelle were huddled together, having realized that some of the paintings were historical works showing horrific battles and turning points of one sort or another of the fight against evil. The Hieronymous Bosch painting of a group of vampires rampaging through a village was particularly graphic. Just as well that most people believed he only painted allegories of damnation, they didn't to see his more accurate works.

Giles had expected Ethan to be staring