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“Wait.” Buffy leaned forward. “You’re serious. Really serious. Commitments were made. Those commitments, they, what, overlap? Someone can do that? Someone can just be like ‘hey, this person, she’s going to go to an elite boarding school,’ and then someone else is like ‘oh hey, yoink, she’s going to stab vampires for us’? I mean, really? What if I’d died before I got to their fancy school? How does that work?”

“That is, indeed, the difficulty with making agreements or arrangements for other people.” Giles stared at the road as if he didn’t want to turn to look at Buffy. “If you had made these arrangements yourself, you would know that they might — were very likely to, indeed — conflict. However…” He made a thoughtful noise. “The commitment to be Slayer, such as it is, is not a commitment to a location. That is the choice of the Council and a choice of, ah, the situation. You can still be Slayer and not be in Sunnydale — as this summer so aptly proved.”

“Wait, wait.” Xander leaned forward. “You remember what this summer was like. We survived, yeah — but barely. Come on. If Buffy bails to go to this school, what’s going to happen in Sunnydale?”

Giles coughed uncomfortably. Buffy looked out the window, her shoulders hunching forward, and said nothing. Willow opened her mouth to say something, set her hand on Xander’s leg… and said nothing at all.

“Well? Come on, you know what this place was like before Buffy showed up. And now, the student paper’s obit section is down to every other month. We’re doing okay — as long as Buffy’s there. She goes away again, then what?”

“I’m quite aware of the problem, as I’m certain Buffy is. You’ve heard her repeatedly say that she cannot leave the Hellmouth, Xander; there’s no reason for you to lambaste her.”

“I’m not… I’m not basting the Buffster.” Xander frowned. “I’m just pointing out that this is a stupid plan.”

“The problem is not in convincing me, Xander, nor is it in convincing Buffy — or even Willow, although I believe the situation may be quite different for her. The problem lies in convincing this school — or the Council — that the situation cannot stand as it appears to be.”

“What, aren’t invitations to schools normally, you know, an invitation? Not a requirement? I mean, private schools, fancy schools.”

“Xander…” Willow put her hand on Xander’s arm. “This is complicated. It’s a mess of complicatediness, and yelling at Giles isn’t going to help him straighten it out. It’s all Watcher-y business and complicated fancy magicy sorts and stuff. So there’s fancy magical promises and things like that, too.”

“Willow?” Giles raised his eyebrows at the rear-view mirror. She squirmed in her seat.

“I did a little of the research and stuff. I mean, they want me to go to school there. There has to be a reason, right? Something going on there that makes them want me? I mean, me and Buffy, not exactly in the same league.”

“Will’s got a point. She’s way out of my league in the things of scholastic-ness, and in the magic-stuff. What kind of weird school wants me when they can have her?”

“That’s not what I meant!” Willow wrinkled up her face at Buffy. “You know it’s not! Buffy… I just meant, you’re the Chosen One, one girl in every generation…”

“Maybe two,” Xander put in helpfully.

“Well, if Buffy would stop dying… that’s major mojo, Buff. I’m just, well, me. Willow Rosenberg, good at reading books.”

“Including books locked in a librarian’s private stash,” Giles coughed.

“Well… um. About that.” Willow looked down at her knees. “I’m, ah, also good at picking locks? I learned it for the scooby-age! This summer. I mean, what with the… I’m just gonna shut up now.”

“Mm-hrrm. We’ll discuss this when we are back in Sunnydale, Willow. As for now — much as I am loathe to say it, Xander, Buffy, Willow is correct. The matter is immensely complicated, and we — or at least I, and possibly your mothers — are going to have to spend some time talking to this Director Avonmorea before anything can be worked out. I am certain that she will understand our situation, once it is explained to her.”

“Wait, are you just going to be like, ‘this is the Slayer, she cannot leave?’” Willow put on a deep, ominous sounding voice. “Because,” she returned to her normal perkiness with a quick throat-clearing, “what about that whole ‘vampires are a secret, don’t tell anyone’ thing that you were just lambasting Buffy about?” She drew the word out with a relish.

Giles did not seem to appreciate it. “I assure you, anyone to whom I will need to explain the situation with Buffy to that detail will already be aware of…” He caught his breath and swallowed. “Oh, my.”

Willow did not answer. She was pressed against the seat back, her hands flat on the upholstery, her already-pale skin white.

Buffy, to her left, had a death grip on the door handle and her right hand fisted in her lap. “Giles…” she managed. “Something is…”

“Wards,” Willow forced out.

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“Who knew that vampires could be so stupid? I mean, obviously, vampires are often stupid, but is it me, or was that beyond the stupid? And then the look on that girl’s face, like you had just performed some sort of arcane act of killage…”

“Well, technically, she…”

“Clearly,” Giles cleared his throat, “I cannot allow you to go out unsupervised in a strange city.”

“Hello? Slayer.” Buffy glared at Giles from the back seat. She was feeling less than clear-headed after a very early morning had followed a rather late night. “When there are vampires, I slay them.”

“Indeed. And the part where you explained to the girl — what is it Xander said?”

“‘Vampire, suck blood, rawr. Wooden stake, heart, poof,’” Xander helpfully recited.

“Yes, that. You do remember that vampires are supposed to be secret?”

Buffy scoffed. “Come on, you can explain that stuff a hundred times to people and they never really get it. Next week, they’re all, like, ‘barbeque fork accident’ and ‘wild dog attack’ and going back out into the alleyways with mysterious strangers.”

“Well, in Sunnydale, yes. There has always been a strange Working — that is, a magic spell — tied to the Hellmouth there. It seems to make people forgetful, as you say. But we are no longer in Sunnydale, and such things are not nearly as thick. She may remember that there are vampires — or she may merely remember that a blonde girl told her some ridiculous things. Either way, we do not wish to leave a trail like a dotted line pointing from Sunnydale to Addergoole.”

“Guess that would be rude,” Buffy allowed. “‘Hi, new school. Look, all my enemies followed me.’ I guess then maybe they’d stop trying to enroll me.” She aimed a pointed look at the rear-view mirror.

Giles clucked. “Buffy, I know — I know the sort of people we’re dealing with here. Please do not attempt to convince them that you are not student material. Please do not attempt to convince them of anything at all. It will only lead to them being displeased without changing their mind one bit. It might even cause them to be more determined to enroll you.”

“Look, Giles, I don’t get the big. Get the Watcher Council involved if you have to. Nobody’s gonna let me move out of Sunnydale. The Hellmouth. The Place of All The Apocalypses. I mean, especially not to Nowhere South Dakota. I mean, they’ve probably never even heard of vampires out there. What do they get, mm? Corn demons?”

“As hard as this may be for you to believe, and as loathe as I am to admit it, there are powers bigger than the Watcher Council in existence, and one of them may be in play here. And, if I am correct about the origins of that invitation, there may be other commitments at hand than your commitment to being a Slayer—”

“Look, it’s not my commitment that’s the problem. It’s the fact that it’s a mystical thing that doesn’t go away. Here I was hoping that, you know, maybe I could share the duties, and then, well, things, and I dunno, nobody seems to have replaced Kendra. So no, it’s not my commitment at issue here.”

Giles coughed. “By that I meant, not your personal commitment, but the fact that by being Chosen, you were committed to the role. I am not questioning your dedication, Buffy, and I know this has been very hard for you…”

“Vampire. Stake it. Move on.” She rolled her shoulders and flopped back. “Not hard. Just a thing.”

Giles paused for a moment, frowning into the rear-view mirror. He coughed, checked the road, and frowned at the rear-view one more time. “Yes. Well. What I am saying is this: It is likely someone made a commitment on your part — and Willow’s — that you would attend this school, just as it is likely that someone made a commitment on your part that you would be the Slayer. It is not precisely fair, but it is often the way of things in more mystical dealings.”

“Yeah. I’m beginning to get the ‘not fair’ part.” She looked out the window, clearly done talking.

Giles continued anyway. “There may very arise a question of which commitment takes precedence. And, while this has not happened before as far as I know, it is also possible that the Watcher’s Council would suppress such information.”

“The Watchers? Those lovely pieces of humanity? Suppress information? Say it ain’t so!?” Xander made wide eyes and his best innocent face. “Especially anything that could get the Buffster off the hook. Man… wait. There’s something that could get the Buffster off the hook?”

Giles coughed.

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“Look, all I’m saying is, we should just tell them thanks but no thanks. This isn’t the sort of thing I’m going to do. It’s not the sort of thing I can do. And besides that, well, why would I want to go to some stuffy old boarding school when I can stay here in stylish, fun Sunnydale?”

Buffy was still complaining as they loaded up Giles’ car Friday after classes, and Giles was still ignoring her.

“You tell ‘em, Buff!” Xander offered in dry parody of support. “I mean, who wants to leave Sunnydale, where the skies are sunny and the vampires are sprouting? I mean, why would you want to somewhere without demons? Oh, god, take me with you.”

“That was the idea, yes. As much as I loathe to say it, you may be quite useful on this trip, Xander. If for no other reason than being exactly what you are.”

“I’d say thanks, but I’m pretty sure that was an insult very badly pretending to be something like a compliment. Come on, Will, is that all you’re bringing?”

“Laptop, check, clothes for two days, check. What about you, Xander?” Willow set her bag in the trunk, wedged carefully between Buffy’s bags and Giles’ suitcase.

Xander held up his gym bag. “All I need. I travel light. I’m the original light-traveller. I am…”

“Forgot to pack, hunh? Do you have enough?”

“Enh, I can buy a toothbrush and some socks when we stop for gas. Funny thing, gas stations. They seem like they’re made for the unprepared.”

“Ahem, indeed,” Giles cut in. “All right, everyone in—”

“Shotgun!” Xander shouted.

“Too late, bozo, I called shotgun like hours ago.” Buffy slid into the passenger’s seat. “If I have to do this thing of ridiculousness, then I’m going to do it in style.”

“No fair! Giles, tell her that’s not fair. That’s not how the ‘shotgun’ rules work, as written in the Shotgun digest of Fourteen-oh-eight!”

“I most certainly will not. Get in the car, now, all of you.” Giles pinched his nose. “Whatever have I gotten into?”

“Did they even have shotguns in fourteen oh eight?” Willow scooted into the backseat and fastened her seatbelt.”

“It was a very progressive digest at the time.”

With that, they were off. Giles spent more than half of the first leg of the trip bemoaning his willingness to get into a car with three teenagers at all, and much of the rest of it telling Buffy that, no, she did not have a Spidey sense telling her something back in Sunnydale was going horribly wrong.

“I could patrol here, you know.” Buffy was pacing back and forth in the hotel room. They’d gotten two rooms in a place that was surprisingly high-rent for Giles’ protestations of educational poverty, Giles and Xander in one room, Buffy and Willow in theory in the other, but currently wearing a hole in the first. “There could be vampires here. There could be demons.”

“I’m pretty sure there’s magic.” Willow was sitting in lotus on what was, in theory, Xander’s bed. “It feels a lot different from Sunnydale. Funny, everything started feeling different the moment we hit the city limits.”

“Neat what not being in a Hellmouth will do for you. Why don’t we go see what they have instead of a Bronze here? Maybe a Silver or a Gold, you think?”

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“Hey, Buff, Will. Giles-man.” Xander strolled into the library, took in the scene, and froze. “Uh. Maybe it’s just me, but generally the library involves less glaring and anger and more, you know, research and punning and wisecracks? I know I was a little late, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t start without me.”

“Oh, hello Xander.” Giles blinked owlishly and looked away from Buffy. You could nearly hear the pop of the air as he broke what had been a death-glare staring contest a moment earlier. “Buffy, Willow, and I were just discussing a small field trip we might be taking.”

“Won’t be taking,” Buffy corrected. “It’s ridiculous, and I’m not doing it.”

“Might be taking,” Giles disagreed.

“Field trip? Sign me up! Anything to get away from the Snyde-ster for a day or two!” Xander plopped into a chair. “I mean, unless we’re visiting another Hellmouth or something. I could live without that. I think even the Snyde-man is better than another Hellmouth. There aren’t other Hellmouths, are there?”

“Several, yes, although the closest known Hellmouth is in Cleveland and we are not going there.” Giles frowned. “However, I do not believe it would be wise for you to come along on this particular trip.”

“Oh. Is it shoe shopping? I can live without the shoe shopping. I have shoes, and that is enough for me.”

“There’s never enough shoe shopping. Giles, will there be shoe shopping in… nowheresville North Dakota? If there is, I might be convinced to check this place out.”

“Buffy…” Not for the first time — not even for the first time that week — Giles looked as if he’d like to put his face in his hands and cry. “If it will convince you that we very much need to take this field trip, I will go out of my way to take you shoe shopping. I may even —”

“Don’t offer to buy them shoes,” Xander cut in hastily. “I mean, I don’t know what they pay school Librarians — or Watchers — but it can’t be enough to handle what two teenage girls can do in a shoe store.”

“Hey!” Willow glared indignantly at him. “Watch it what you’re doing with those stereotypes, buster. Just because it’s this image that teenaged girls like shoes…”

“I like shoes,” Buffy chirped. “But you don’t have to come along, Xander. We’re not going, shoe shopping or not. It’s ridiculous, it’s not like I can even go to a private school, and Willow won’t go because there’s not going to be magic there.”’

“No magic? As in, none at all? No demons, no bug-people, no vampires? Sign me up! I mean… maybe they need a janitor? I can jan. Janet? What is the thing that janitors do? Help me out, Giles.”

“I think it would be quite interesting if Xander were to come along. Perhaps we can aim him at Dr. Avonmorea.”

“Oh, come on, Giles, she can’t be that bad.” Buffy patted Xander on the shoulder. “And, really, what’s Xander going to do? If there’s no magic, there won’t be any demons to follow him around. Or bug-people, or…”

“All right, all right. I can tell when I’m not wanted. I’m not wanted, right? ‘Cause, I mean, a place with no demons…”

“You should certainly come along, Xander, if you believe your parents would be fine with it.”

“My parents? They might notice if I’m gone past trash day more than twice.” Xander’s smirk didn’t falter, but his voice got a little louder. “You know, once it started to really stink in there.”

“Ahem. Well, then, it’s settled. I’m inform Principal Snyder — not of the specifics, of course — and we’ll leave Friday after lunch.”

“Wait, settled?” Buffy frowned. “Nuhn-unh. What about slayage? What about the whole Hellmouth here thing? What about the Bronze?”

“I believe all three of those things can wait for the length of time it will take us to travel to North Dakota and back. Although I am not certain I will survive a trip with the three of you, I believe it must be done.” Giles looked over his glasses at Buffy. “And if that is the case, then you can survive a weekend without the Bronze.”

“I’m not talking you out of this, am I?” Buffy pouted the question out as if she didn’t already know the answer. “Look, it’s a lost cause. They don’t want me, and I can’t go even if they did.”

“Yes, well. Be that as it may, we’re going to have to explain that to them. Possibly in a series of very long words.” Giles pinched his nose, looking as if he’d rather be anywhere else.

“That’s all you. I’m all with the short words. Like stakes. Short and pointy.”

“Oh! Will there be staking of this Doctor lady? Maybe she’s a vampire?”

“If you’re going, Xan, I’m sure she’ll be a monster,” Buffy reassured him.

“That,” Giles muttered, unheard by any except Willow, “is precisely what I’m concerned about.”

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Giles was frowning over a map when Buffy and Willow popped back into the library. Using a ruler and several colored pencils, he’d marked all over it, drawing what looked like a giant asterisk.

“Looking to teach art class?” Buffy flopped bonelessly into a chair. “It looks like you could use a little work.”

“Oh, I don’t know.” Willow sat down much more primly. “Mrs. Edenburgh has gotten a bit shaky lately. Ever since that problem on Parent-Teacher night last year…”

“But there’s shaky and then there’s, well, then there’s Giles. No offense, Giles.”

“None taken. After all, it isn’t often that portraiture or still lifes are a required part of being a Watcher. And, indeed.” He looked down at the map one more time. “It is not that this isn’t conveying what I want it to—”

“X marks the spot?” Buffy offered brightly.

“Indeed. That is the spot… However, I do not like what this is showing me.”

“Still not with the clarity. What’s it showing, Giles?” Buffy put her finger down on one of the lines. “That’s… well, that can’t be a hellmouth, in the middle of Nebraska?”

“South Dakota. Honestly, what do you children study these days?”

“Slaying, mostly.”

“Are those ley lines?” Willow leaned forward. “If so, that’s, well, wow. I didn’t know they did the thing where they went straight like that.”

“They, ah, they don’t. Normally. And these aren’t quite ley lines, not per se. But what they are is, ah, lines of power.”

Willow furrowed her brow. “But isn’t that what ley lines are?”

“Ley lines are naturally-occurring, or at least, old enough to appear naturally occurring, places where the power has cut a channel into the world. These are, ah, the difference between a stream and a canal. And they are all pointing towards this Addergoole.” He erased a few lines carefully. “But as far as I can tell, they point towards. They stop about 2 kilometers out and just… stop.”

“Like, something is making them stop, or there’s a dead spot in the magical fields, or… oh, is there a Hellmouth in South Dakota? It doesn’t seem like the sort of place they tend to end up, I mean, don’t icky things normally congregate around a Hellmouth? Not like corn and the world most ridiculous airport — I mean, who puts a proper airport in a town that has a population of about two thousand and twice that many cows? — that doesn’t seem like Hellmouth material at all.”

“Will?” Buffy thumped a hand on her friend’s shoulder. “Breathe. Wait, this place is in South Dakota? In a town of two thousand? There’s not going to be any shopping there at all.” She frowned at her nails. “Or probably a decent place to get a mani-pedi, and, besides, I can’t go.” She looked up at Giles, perturbed look replaced for a moment with something tired and determined. “The Hellmouth is here. The Slayer stays here.”

“Indeed.” Giles took off his glasses and began to clean them. “I believe what we may have here is an interesting conflict. It is entirely possible that your mother, not knowing the life to which you were — or would be — already committed, committed you to a school. If that is the case, there may be some interesting maneuvers necessary to get you out of this commitment. And, in the meantime…” He put his glasses back on and pinned both girls with a stare. “Willow has no such protection.”

Buffy frowned. “You’re saying she’d have to go, whether or not I went? No way. Willow’s gonna — wait. This place isn’t a Hellmouth, it’s like, an anti-Hellmouth?”

“Buffy,” Willow cut in. “No magic.”

“And? I mean, I know, that would suck for you, but we’re talking about getting you off the Hellmouth, Willow. That’s got to be worth a couple years of low-magic. I mean…” Buffy frowned. “I know, you like to be all involved-girl, and you’re great with it! I mean, I’m still alive because of you and Xan and Giles here. But I don’t want you to end up dead because of me, either. Let’s face it, Sunnydale isn’t exactly Survival Central or anything.”

“Buffy…” Willow’s brow furrowed. “That’s not fair! I mean, why should I run off and be safe when you and everyone else here is still all in danger and stuff?”

“You know…” Giles spoke slowly, but there was something about his voice that made both girls look at him. “Perhaps we ought to check out this school first. Then we’ll be in a better position to make a decision.”

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Buffy the Vampire Slayer ~ Addergoole

“Hey Giles.” Buffy strode into the library at Sunnydale High and dropped an envelope in front of her Watcher. “Got some weird mail. Figure you can do the research on it and get all Watcher-y or something.”

“I am certain I can be all… Watcher.. y.” Giles held the envelope by one corner and stared at it. “Buffy, if you’ll excuse me for a moment, I need to look at this in private.”

“Whatevs. Just let me know if something needs slayage. I’m going to go work on my tan.” She pivoted on her heel towards the door, only to stop inches short of the swinging door. “Ooor not. Hi, Will.”

“Oh, hi, Buffy.” Willow barely seemed to notice her. “Giles? I got some totally weird piece of mail, and I’m having concerns.” Willow stuck her head and one hand in the library door, displaying an envelope hanging in a plastic sheet protector. “I looked this place up, and their web site is totally legit, but it’s spooky, in the ‘maybe too legit’ sort of way, if you know what I mean, which I bet you totally don’t, but that’s okay, because… oh. Could you see if maybe I missed something?”

Giles frowned at the letters. ”Addergoole, Addergoole, where have I heard that before? Willow, could you hand me Anforth’s Red Pages, please?”

“Sounds like someone’s really creepy little black book.” Buffy perched on the edge of the table. ”So you’re totes gonna help me get out of this, right?”

“Mm. I’m certainly going to try.” He frowned at the large, reddish book that Willow handed him. ”Anforth was not, technically, a Watcher, but he certainly had interesting things to say about… well, just about everyone. And he wrote down quite a bit of it in these books.”

“Was? Past tense?” Buffy poked the book. “What happened to him?”

“He observed, ah, a demon rather more closely than he’d intended, or so the note from his assistant says. Talforth was not nearly as good a research as Anforth, but he certainly did try to follow. Yes, I’m going to need Talforth’s Beige Book please, Willow.”

“So what is this place? A Hellmouth? A cover for vampires? Some sort of demon recruiting scam? Government organization?”

Giles’ finger had settled on a name printed on a bland, beige page: Regine, called Lady of the Lake or Avonmorea, PhD, PhD, MD. ”I believe it is a school. Several other things as well, of course, but I do think it is a research facility with educational components.”

“I’m not liking that research bit.” Buffy frowned at the entry, picking out bits upside down. ”She’s a geneticist? Is that some sort of scientist? That never goes well. And what’s this bit here? It’s written in cuni-something.”

“Cuneiform? Let me see!” Willow crowded up against Giles’ side.

“Ah, actually…”

“This isn’t cuneiform! This is… I don’t know what this is.” Willow glared at Giles. ”You’ve been holding out.”

“Well, I am a Watcher, and there are some trade secrets we are required by oath to keep sacrosanct.”

“Hrrrmfh.” Willow mock-sulked at Giles before turning her attention back to buffy with a broader, more eager pout on her face. ”Besides, what’s wrong with research? I’m totally for the research. I am Research Girl. I can do the research. I love the research,”

“Not researching, Will, being the research. Think about it. They’re going to be all like “how come you can bench press a Volvo?’ and ‘where did you get those stylish and yet kickass boots?’ and ‘How are you dead and alive again?’” Buffy said the last in her Giles impression, a thick and stuffy-sounding faux-British accent.

“That is the concern, yes. I will do some research, but Buffy, Willow? We may end up needing to talk to your parents. Specifically, your mothers.”

“No way. Unh-uh. If my mother finds out a private school actually wants me, there’s going to be no turning back. I’ll be on the train before you can say ‘so what about the Hellmouth?’” Buffy shook her head adamantly.

“Well, I do understand the concern, but these people – if these are the people I think they are – are very concerned with formality.”

“Sounds like Watchers.” Willow tilted her head and read further down the page. ”This lady sounds like a Watcher for sure.”

“Not nearly that pleasant, I’m afraid.” Giles winced. ”She is, ah. She’s quite well-known in certain circles, but that is saying more about the circles than it is about her. Oh, dear. If she is involved, I might not be able to avoid…”

“If we have to go meet her, we go meet her.” Buffy smiled, an expression that was more predatory than friendly. ”Maybe if we explain everything all nice and in-person-like, she’ll get the picture. Since I’m not leaving Sunnydale. Hellmouth. Vampires. Major issues everywhere.”

“Well, why don’t you two go to class.” Giles looked back at Talforth’s Beige. ”I’ll see what I can dig up on this school – and on its principal.”

“At least this one hasn’t been eaten alive.” Willow shuddered theatrically.

“Class.” Buffy shook her head. ”And here I was going to tan.” She flounced out of the room, showing a sympathetic Willow her pale arms. “Look at me! I’m fading away!”

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