Trying To Get Organized

[Connor Reilly]

Connor was behind the front desk attending to the newest slayer that Had arrived from Russia speaking in apparently English but with a really heavy accent that Connor could barely understand, he smiled tentatively at the girl who was only about sixteen and tried to get her all signed up, so she could get her own room and start training as soon as possible, possibly by him.

He brought her to Angel's office and let her fill in the form. They, the fang gang and the scoobies, had decided to get organized and file everyone of the slayers so they knew more and had better control of the situation, but this meant a lot of paper work and filing for Connor and the others. He walked around the office as Aleksandra, the new slayer, worked on her application. He looked around on one of the file cabinets, there was an old picture of Angel, Wesley and Cordelia, it was so strange when Connor thought of his old life, or rather his real life. It felt like some strange nightmare, but being here constantly, at the Hyperion, he was starting to remember more details, to his dismay. He remember being in an old abandoned warehouse with an Amnesiac Cordelia, she was holding that exact picture trying to remember her life, not unlike what he was doing at the moment.

He jumped in shock as the chair Aleksandra was sat on creaked as she pushed it back handing out her form to him. He smiled warmly at her and showed her out of the office. "You can go to your room and get yourself settled." He said slowly so she would understand every word. "We will start training this afternoon." He said and she nodded vigorously before taking her things and walking up the stairs to her room.

"Hi Connor!" A group of slayer said to him as they walked from the stair case to out in the garden, he smiled and nodded at th girls, he recognized him from one of the classes he taught. He opened a file cabinet behind the front desk and placed her file under the A's since Aleksandra had not given a last name in her application.

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[Rupert Giles]

Giles strode through the corridors with a set expression on his face. Although he smiled and nodded to the countless greetings that rang out to meet him, it was evident that his thoughts were a mile off. Buffy had just told him a slight problem they had. It could prove to be potentially problematic, and would have been far simpler had they thought about it earlier. Had he thought about it earlier. He was the thinker, the others were the fighters, that had been clear from the very beginning. Save, perhaps Willow, whom was just about at good at research as he was, and far better at technical problems. But that was far from the point. The problem was that they were being far less organized that he would have hoped for. In the beginning, they were just desperate for help, for fighters both trained and untrained. But now they were starting to catch up, and it was as much as a matter of paperwork as it was battle tactics. The problem was that many of the profiles from the Watchers, Watchers in Training, Slayers, Slayers in Training and of course the Witches under Willow's firm guidance were incomplete.

They had better catch up with the paperwork before it leaves them even further behind, Giles had warned them darkly, and of course they had compiled. Things had to be recorded, for their own benefit. With a faculty so large, many things could be ignored, or unknown. It was an aggravating, tiring job, sorting everyone out so they were at least on the same page with everything. But the staff Angel had set to it impressed even him. They were quick and thorough, and finally it seemed that they could finally put an end to the general confusion going around. Buffy had complained to him that some Watchers had three Slayers, others one from the lack of organization before. Now everything was just about sorted out, and thank heavens for that. Everything was recorded: What the crisis was, what time did it occur, whom were sent out to handle it, and whether they all returned safely. It even said what state the gang sent out returned, and whether there were any side effects.

"Daddy," a voice called out excitedly, and he turned in exasperation to see little Jessica trailing after him. The seven year old girl he had 'adopted' after the death of her mother, a Slayer working there, was utterly adorable. But she acted like a complete limpet at times, hardly daring to let go of him whenever she saw him. And that annoying habit of calling him her father...all these thoughts vanished as she ran forwards and hugged his knees tightly, and with a smile he scooped up Jess and carried her to the lobby. For as old as the seven year old was, she looked more like a five year old with the size and weight to match. She pulled at his neck as he walked, causing him slight difficulties in breathing but Giles made no effort to pull her off. Yes, he was a bit of a softie at times, as difficult as you may find that to believe.

He smiled at the man behind the counter as he got there, grunting as Jessica scrambled off to hug him tightly. For heaven's sakes, act rationally, child. Jessica was wildly received in the Academy, becoming quick friends with just about everyone for her friendly nature. Giles watched in silent amusement as Jessica went and sat on the man's lap now. Connor. Giles didn't know him too well, just the odd conversation, but apparently Jessica did. Hardly surprising, considering. "Do you have the files Angel gave you?" he asked him. [/size]

[Connor Reilly]

Connor was looking through the files trying to find the one for the Japanese slayer that Had come in last night, but he couldn't for the life of him remember her name, it was foreign and not really memorable. He turned around and saw Giles, who knew from Angel that he was the original slayers Watcher, so the original Watcher and had spoken to him on few occasions. but he smiled as he saw Jessica around his neck. Jessica was someone you couldn't help but smile at, or rather with. She had this presence that you just couldn't help but feel happy around. She could bring peoples spirits up with her adorable little smile. And he couldn't help but want to help her out after what had happened to the poor girls mother and only family.

He grinned as she ran over to him and he quickly picked her up and hugged her before placed her on his lap. "How's little Jess doing today?" Connor asked her with a small smile as he bounced her up and down gently. "Great!" She said enthusiastically before grinning like a fool. "I'm spending the day with daddy." Connor furrowed his brow before looking up at Giles who had just walked over to him. Connor sighed, it must be hard for Giles, having this little girl calling him daddy, knowing that he couldn't get too close to her, not in this world, where you couldn't get too close to anyone.

"Do you have the files Angel gave you?" Giles asked him and Connor quickly nodded his head, he smiled as Jessica before lifting her up off of his lap he looked through the file cabinet and pulled out the file Angel had given him and specified to give it straight and only to Giles. Connor handed the file to Giles. "What's it about?" He asked motioning to the files, he hadn't time to skim through them as he usually would have done, not that Angel appreciated that, but Connor was curious, sometimes too much, he usually ended up finding something he didn't want to know.

[Rupert Giles]

A knowing smile mirrored Connor's as Giles saw the soppy look the young man had as he ran his eyes over the little girl clinging around his neck. The little girl got that look often, and no wonder. What she had been through was horrific enough, but he doubted Connor knew the whole story. Not only was Jess's mother killed, but the little girl saw it with her own eyes. Well, almost so...Jessie turned out to have the powers of a remarkable seer, and she actually saw what happened to her mother and her comrades. Not many knew, as this was quickly shushed to spare the girl the curious looks. But he felt that Jess wasn't telling them the full story. Whatever it was, Giles had agreed to give it a rest, most unlike his usual strict self. She would come out when she was good and ready. But Jess was facing the whole thing with a stiff upper lip. Her friendly smile never wavered from her face, and he was just dying to know what the girl thought about everything.

Giles smiled fondly on at the two, his eyes constantly searching the little girl's features. She was seven years old, for heaven's sake. He had expected emotional outbursts, but Jess had moved right on, as if nothing had happened. Sure, she was still young, but she was old enough to at least understand what had happened. But she was always calm and pleasant, but almost emotionally unattached, as if her feelings were in an entire body all together. He had actually consulted a specialist on the matter, and he said that she could be suffering an internal emotional breakdown, where she just keeps her feelings to herself, trapped and bottled where it could potentially burst, causing greater damage by far than had she just let it go in the first place. A mere child. Yes, he was incredibly worried about her.

He caught up with the end of their conversation, and he felt annoyed at the look of pity on Connor's face. Sure, a lot of things were going on in his life that barely gave him time to eat or sleep, but pity was something he didn't need. He had accepted this life...he just wished Jess didn't have to.

Giles took the file with some interest, wondering what could possibly be in it that made Angel give it to him with such urgency. All he knew was that he needed to survey it and give Angel his thoughts on the matter. As far as he knew, there was nothing particularly important, but evidently there was. Just one more thing to worry him, no doubt. Giles looked up from flipping through the files absentmindedly, surprised to see the bulk of it, to give a small smile at him. "I'm sure Angel will brief you if needs be," he said with a knowing smile. He knew Connor had probably flip through most of the files, seeing his knowledge of things he definitely shouldn't have. "I have no idea," he admitted, closing the file again.

Giles looked up at Connor, struggling to remember the other thing he had wanted to talk to him about. Oh yes..."Do you have records on hand of how many Slayers we've received..."he gave a quick glance at the oblivious Jessica,"...and lost in the past five months?" he asked, avoiding his glance. He was extremely saddened by the fact that no matter how well they tried to train the new girl, however many arrive the same number were lost. He needed to show the numbers to Buffy and the others. They all knew of it, but none wanted to talk about it. It was too cruel a truth.