Title: Appointment

Summary: Ever wonder how S3 Btvs Wes got appointed his position as the watcher of 2 slayers. I did. This is what came of it.

 

 

 

 

“And the final bit of council business for the day…we still need a watcher to send to Sunnydale. For the first time in history we have two active slayers and no approved watcher,” Quentin read from his notes.

 

“You could reinstate Rupert.”

           

Quentin frowned at that suggestion. “Mr. Giles cares entirely too much for his charge. It is for his own good as well as hers. The closer he is to her, the more difficult it will be for him when she expires.  No, Mr. Giles will remain terminated.”

 

There was a silence around the table as the watchers regarded each other. They had all trained for the day they would preside over an active slayer, yet none of them wanted this slayer.

 

One of the younger watchers cleared his throat. “Mr. Travers, I hate to be the one to bring up such a subject, but both of these slayers have a history of not abiding by the rules. Faith is rash, impulsive. Buffy…I’m not quite certain that there is a rule she hasn’t broken. Perhaps if we sent in the special ops team…”

 

Quentin raised an eyebrow at the young watcher. “Are you suggesting that we terminate our own slayers?”

 

The young man reddened and shook his head. “Of course not.”

 

Quentin nodded. “Whatever her faults Ms. Summers has proven a capable slayer. She passed the Cruciamentum test quite remarkably. I suspect Faith will do the same however rash and impulsive she may be. If she doesn’t…” he let the obvious end to that statement hang in the air a moment.

 

Quentin cleared his throat. “Well then, if none of you wish to volunteer for the position, we’ll draw straws.”

 

“That’s absurd!” One of the elder watchers exclaimed as he bolted to his feet. “You can not let the fate of such an important job rest on the drawing of straws.”

 

Quentin smiled. “Then can I assume you are volunteering?”

 

“Oh no. I really can’t at the moment. I’ve got my research and my health isn’t what it used to be,” the elderly man made his excuses as he sat back down.

 

Quentin suppressed a chuckle. “Yes, well then we’ll draw straws.”

 

*

 

Half an hour later Quentin was left staring at his own straw. It was inconceivable that the head of the Watcher’s Council would be appointed to watch over a slayer. He was quite sure it hadn’t happened in centuries.

 

“Simply unacceptable,” he muttered to the empty room. His eyes suddenly lit with an idea. He was the head of the Watcher’s Council. It was his prerogative to appoint who he felt was most appropriate as watcher to the active slayer. He pushed the intercom button. “Catherine, bring me the list of watchers who have applied for active duty.”

 

A few moments later his secretary walked in and laid a print out in front of him. He nodded at her and began to pursue the list. He trailed his finger down the list of names. Most of them were inexperienced, untried and un-vouched for. However, there was one with an excellent familial history.

 

Wesley Wyndham Pryce.

 

And if he managed to get both of the slayers killed…well slayers died. They were always replaced by another one.