sorry its been a while, stuff happens ya know.
Three days earlier, London, England.
Andrew Wells had never been popular. His entire life he was somebody's brother, somebody's sidekick or even somebody's fall guy, well that was until a year ago. Somebody finally gave the guy a chance to show his worth, his possibilities. When he had tentatively joined the "˜Scoobies', as they were cheekily called by non members, he knew he was signing on for his probable death, but he had no choice. He had joined on the cause of helping Buffy "˜the Slayer of the Vampyre' through very little initial choice of his own in an attempt to rid the world of a threat the likes of which had not been seen by the human race before. In the previous year, along with his friends Jonathan and Warren, he had tried to usurp power in Sunnydale in the meantime causing havoc to the citizens on a "˜Bond' Villain scale. This, however, led to the tragic death of Willow Rosenberg's girlfriend.
Immediately following this act, Willow went "˜Sith' on Warren flaying him alive, and then turned her attentions on Andrew and Jonathan. Luckily, with a little reluctant help from the Slayer, The evil Duo managed to escape with their lives, then in another lucky twist of fate, escaped their new captors and made their way to Mexico, where a new life was planned.
This new life was short lived, however, when an evil entity known as "˜The First Evil' took the guise of Warren and coerced Andrew to go return to Sunnydale and kill his only living friend Jonathan.
The Slayer eventually caught up with Andrew, but due to the massive upheaval in Sunnydale, kept him prisoner in her home. Eventually, with some reluctance from the Scoobies, Andrew became part of the team and after the War, Rupert Giles took him under his wing and began to show him what it took to be a Watcher.
Andrew was not as dumb as people believed, he knew the reason he was being trained was a combination of lack of Watchers and a need to be watched over, but he didn't mind. Finally he was doing something of worth and eventually people would respect him, he hoped.
Again, this was short-lived as the only person to give him this chance, Giles, died in the line of duty.
Andrews position within the council was questioned before Giles' death, but now without anyone to back him up, he knew it was only a matter of time before he was evicted from his new world, and he didn't mind admitting the prospect of "˜going it alone' petrified him.
"I'll have another" said Andrew to the barman who was standing opposite.
Andrew looked away from the empty glass on the counter and studied his surroundings.
He was sat at the bar of a quaint English pub. The walls had a garish green wall covering with what appeared to be flecks of wood chip painted over, giving them a rough feel. The stools were old and rickety looking, giving the impression that anyone of a mildly large build then himself would cause a full scale collapse of the piece of furniture. The was a whiff in the air of cooked food, giving Andrew pause for thought about what he should eat.
"Ahem" came a voice from behind Andrew.
Andrew turned to see the barman stood obviously waiting to say something.
"Diets off," the Barman said.
"Ohh, well I'll just have a regular coke," he replied, "and can I have a straw this time?"
Andrew saw the chuckle the barman tried to suppress.
He was just abut to call the man on it when inside his blazer his cell phone began to chime.
His eyes caught those of the barman again who was obviously doing all he could to suppress further chortles at the ring tone currently blasting out, "˜Rule Britannia' wasn't exactly cool at the best of times, but an American in a British country pub was almost too much.
"Hello, Andrew Wells Watcher" answered Andrew in his phoney British voice.
This was too much for the barman, Andrew watched as the man ran to the door at the other end of the bar and force through it.
Immediately after a loud howl of a laugh was heard followed by what sounded like a tray of glasses fall to the floor.
"Andrew, Mr Wyndam-Pryce needs you in his office" a female voice said on the other end of the line, "a car should be waiting for you outside now."
Before Andrew could even answer the woman hung up the phone leaving Andrew half way through a thank you comment.
He placed the phone back in his jacket and pulled out a 10 pound note. Leaving this on the bar he walked to the open door and saw the car waiting exactly as he was told it would be.
