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Author's Note: This is one of my old stories I looked at and thought I would post. Review if you enjoy. If you hate it, don't tell me. I'll cry. :)

Cordelia walked into the school, purposefully, inwardly her stomach churning.

It was the first day back to school and she had finally decided to try it. She was at the end of her rope and had no other options.

She banged the door to the library open and strode through them. She cringed involuntarily when she spotted Giles in the corner, messing with his dusty old books.

Cordelia walked over to him, hesitantly and tapped his shoulder.

"Gahhhh!" He exclaimed, swinging around.

"Geez, wound tight enough?" She asked, amused.

"Hello, Cordelia. It's ...nice to see you again."

"Right back at 'cha, bookworm." She smiled, smacking her gum.

There was a short silence, and then Giles cleared his throat.

"Yes, well what are you doing here so early, Cordelia? Class doesn't begin for another hour."

Cordelia glanced at her nails and shifted her feet awkwardly.

"Well, ya see. I kinda need to er ...talk...to you."

"Really?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

She twiddled her thumbs. "Yeeeaaahh. See ever since ...you know that stuff that happened on the Spring Fling. Well I've been feeling weird. Like really weird. I dunno what it is. I've been having freaky dreams. And I feel . . . stronger I guess. I'm worried I caught some freaky Hellmouth disease. And here's the strangest part! A few days ago, on my vacation; this weird, really cute English guy found me. He started talking about vampires and Chosen or something. I told him to get his ass out or I was calling security." She paused and looked at him expectantly. "So ...any ideas? Is this something Hellmouthy?"

Giles gaped at her for a minute and began babbling. " This can't be possible! Not yo- It's impossible! And yet..."

She rolled her eyes impatiently. "English, Giles. You're not making any sense."

He took off his glasses and began polishing them vigorously. "I-" He began.

"Finally!" The doors burst open and a tall nerdy, yet handsome man with glasses and a tweed suit, marched towards them.

Cordelia gasped in recognition and tapped Giles eagerly. He recoiled at her touch.

"That's him! The English guy!"

The English man, breathing heavily, walked over to the pair.

"Wesley Wyndham Pryce." He said, sticking his hand out at Giles.

He shook it, recovering from his puzzlement. "Rupert Giles. May I inquire what business you have here?"

Wesley said "I have rather urgent business with Miss Chase."

Cordelia raised an eyebrow speculatively.

He nodded somewhat haughtily. Then he glanced back over to Giles.

"You are Miss Summers ...ahem" he lowered his voice conspiratorially. "Watcher."

Giles nodded slowly, looking bewildered.

"The council has sent me. I am Miss Chase's Watcher."

Cordelia and Giles stared at Wesley blankly.