Willow leaned forward, very curious to see what was inside the package that she'd traveled all this way to deliver. she just knew that it had to be something *really* important for Giles to have gone to so much trouble.

As Aidan carefully opened the package, tossing the paper into the waste basket, Willow had to keep from actually squeeling in delight. "Oh my god, that's the Amulet of Nerilka! I had no idea that he even had it, let alone that I was carrying it!"

Willow noted that Aidan seemed less than impressed. Which wasn't surprising. The amulet was deceptively plain and simple in design, consisting of a single, black onyx hanging from a thin, silver chain. It was pretty, but not something that screamed "look at me, I'm very valuable" to the average person. But its simple beauty hid great mystical power.

Gladly taking on the role of teacher here, Willow told Aidan about the amulet. "It was created by a Sorceress hundreds of years ago and was reported to have great power. The legends said that whomever wore this amulet would be able to see things. Not like Doyle, obviously, because he sees the future. No this is different. It lets the wearer totally and completely see the present."

Willow smiled, already getting into the tale. "You see, there are many things that go on around us that the human eye can't see. Mystical things that are beyond our comprehension. But this necklace lets the wearer see those things, they see *everything* around them. Spells that have been cast, people with mystical powers or auras, a demon trying to pass as a human... everything. The only drawback is that a human can't wear it for very long. It's too hard for our brains to cope with everything that the amulet shows us and so we can't be exposed to it but for a few minutes at a time, at most.

"I'm sure that's why Giles picked me to bring this. He knew that I'd know what it was and how to instruct you to use it. And he must have thought that you guys could use this to try and see if these super vamps we've been hearing about are the result of some new magic or something. After all, the Hellmouth's been pretty tame lately. The last apocolyptic crisis was two whole weeks ago. So we aren't as swamped as you guys. You need this more than us."

Aidan's mind whirled with the possibilities that the Amulet of Nerilka unfolded before his eyes. "This will be invaluable to us!" he exclaimed. Then, with a glint of anticipation in his eyes, he suggested, "Maybe we should go outside and try it out somewhere. Take a survey of the student population, read auras and that sort of thing. Does it take a lot to activate the amulet, or does one merely have to put it on?"

Willow's eyes grew wide and she quickly took the amulet from Aidan's eager hands and placed it on top of the desk. "No, you can't just slip it on like a pair of 3D glasses or something! You have to prepare yourself. Our minds aren't ready for this sort of thing, Aidan. And there are risks involved."

Willow looked down longingly at the amulet, already feeling the urge to experiment, just as Aidan had. But she knew that they couldn't take this thing lightly. "Aidan, there is a special ritual that anyone using the amulet is advised to go through before hand. Someone could, in theory, use the amulet without it but it's risky. And I'd also want to cast a small protective spell over the wearer to make sure that the powers of the amulet don't... er... affect them in any way."

Willow smiled at Aidan and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. "But don't worry. I'll be sure to help you do all of that tonight after the Crash Festival and maybe I can even help you through your first time wearing it. But for now, how about we grab us some lunch? I haven't eaten all day and I'm starving!"

Aidan picked the amulet up and looked at it with a modicum of disapointment. Of course it would be more difficult that that. Weren't most things? But Willow was here, and she could show him what he needed to know, and then they'd be well on their way to finding those super vampires.

"Well," he said, "I guess I shouldn't take this with me to lunch then. Wouldn't want anything to happen to it. But I've got to find somewhere safe to keep it..." He opened his one locking desk drawer and pulled out his brief case. He put the amulet and the papers from Giles in the briefcase and locked it. Then he put that in the desk drawer and locked it as well.

"Lunch," Aidan confirmed. "Shall we head for the cafeteria? I'm sure they have something extremely... er... tasty to offer..."

Aidan escorted Willow out of his office and locked the door behind him. As they headed for the caf, Aidan thought [If that's not safe, I don't know what is...]

Willow shook her head. "Nope, no cafeteria food for us! I brought sandwiches!"

She patted her backpack happily. "They're in here. So we can go outside and eat on the quad. Much nicer than being stuck in the stuffy 'ole caferteria! And the food's healthier, too."

Willow grinned. "I even have a thermos with some hot cocoa."

She made the girl scouts' salute at Aidan, smiling again. "Always be prepared, after all."

Willow grabbed Aidan's arm and began half-leading/half-dragging him outside to sit under some trees to the side of the building. "This spot looks nice, don't you think, Aidan-pooh?"

She winked at him, the teasing glint returning to her eyes. If he thought that she was ever going to let him live this girlfriend thing down, he had another thing coming!

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"I'm up for some lunch" Cordelia told Xander, starting to walk in the direction that she assumed the cafeteria was in. Truthfully she wasn't hungry at all, but you could always tell about a school's social status from their cafeteria, and Cordelia was interested.

Xander grinned and followed Cordelia into the cafeteria. "Okay, lunch it is, then,"

Cordelia entered the cafeteria and paused by the door, quickly scanning the various groups clustered around the lunch tables. Her eyes first fell on a group of kids surrounding a chess board and cheering on two players. "Ahhh, the chess club" she thought "Gonna have to stay away from them." Next she located a group of jacked up guys sporting football jerseys. "Jocks" she immediately labeled them. She noticed a few who certainly had..."dateable" qualities but that wasn't important because she had, well, Xander. Discouraged she looked at the next table. A group of blond girls with impeccable makeup and manicured fingernails carefully picking through salads. "And lastly, the popular crowd" Cordelia said to herself "Where I belong." But she didn't, did she? She had given everything up to be with Xander and his group of evil fighting weirdo friends. And that was just the way it was.

"So you hungry?" she said, glancing up at her boyfriend.

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It had only taken a few minutes for Harmony to become extremely bored with sitting around waiting for Class to start. She decided to make the most of the last 10 or so minutes by taking a walk around the school. Not that it was all that exciting a place to sight see at, but it was a nice day outside and a little exercise, even if for a few minutes could not do her any harm.

As she exited the building she started walking towards the sports fields.

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Isabel had nothing more on her mind than to get away. She hated that she felt guilty for breaking up with Alex. And even though she, in her heart, knew that she did the right thing. She doubted that the life long friendship that Liz had with Alex would ever allow Liz to fully understand why.

Jessica was quiet for a long, long moment. Jeffery craned his neck to watch the group on the bleachers have an animated discussion. And then, at about the same moment, Isabel walked off, and Michael and Maria joined the group from a different direction.

"Look," Jeffery whispered, "Michael Guerrin and Maria DeLuca, too. I wonder why they're all meeting out here, so obviously away from everything..."

Then he noticed something that made his eyes open wider. Isabel was headed straight for them, and the tree they stood near wouldn't be protection for very long.

"Crap!" he exclaimed. "She knows I'm not in high school." He looked around for an escape route, but there was none. If he took off running toward the school, or the bleachers, the oddity would make him more obvious than just standing here. He turned his back to Isabel -- she'd only seen him the one time, and she'd hated him. Hopefully, she'd blocked him out of her mind enough that she wouldn't remember him. Then he waited...

As Harmony came around the corner, she noticed Isabel was walking towards her, looking very upset, and not paying attention to anything other than the ground in front of her. Harmony went up to her and softly spoke her name.

"Isabel?"

Isabel looked up and stopped walking as she heard the voice. She didn't know it, as she was facing away from them, but at the moment both Harmony and Isabel had stopped no more than 3 metres from where Jeffrey and Jessica were trying not to be seen. Harmony didn't see them either, her attention was all upon her upset friend that was in front of her.

Isabel didn't immediately recognize the voice as Harmony's. When she saw who it was she tried to give a little smile back, but she was still to upset to make the corners of her mouth curve more than the barest margin.

"Hi Harmony," she replied, trying not successfully to hide her feelings.

Harmony was tempted to ask the stock standard questions, like, 'What's wrong?' or 'Are you okay?'. But she always hated it when people asked that of her. Especially when she hardly knew them. So instead she just asked. "Is their anything I can do?"

Isabel was going to say no. After all she could hardly discuss the problems with Harmony. But she decided to take Harmony up on the offer. Maybe a conversation that had nothing to do with 'Destiny' would do her good. It was nice enough earlier during lunch.

'You want to go and sit over there?" Isabel asked, pointing to a couple of seats that were just out of sight of the gang she had left at the bleachers.

"Sure," Harmony replied and followed over to the seats.

They both had no idea that where they had chosen to sit was still within eaves dropping distance of the twosome under the tree.

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Liz began to get the gleam of an idea. "The guidance counselor, huh? Maybe we should pay him a little visit, like we did with Miss Topolski... preferably when he's not there, and preferably someone with the power to open the lock on the filing cabinet where he has all the student files... which include schedules!"

After a second of silence, when neither of the male aliens jumped up and volunteered, Liz spoke again. "So, who wants to go? I can play look out for them... I've done it before, with Topolski."

Remembering the time she stalled Topolski in the hallway while Alex hacked into her computer, Liz had to smile. That had been one special-ops that had gone off perfectly. Sure, Topolski had caught Alex at the computer, but Alex had caught her as an undercover FBI agent. She'd been lone gone quicker than an alien could re-arrange molecules.

"He knows me," Maria said after a moment. "I can stall him - be all ditzy blond or something." She grinned as she remembered one of the other girls who had been in the counselor's office - not Tess, but the one she couldn't quite fit a name to. Considering the way she had stormed into the office this morning, she could pull off self-absorbed psycho bitch with no trouble.

"We need one of you to come along," she said to the two aliens, throwing a quick look at Max and a considerably longer one at Michael. "Liz can't exactly unlock cabinets - at least, she couldn't last year."

Michael shrugged. "Well, I'm the alien with the criminal record, so I might as well go. If anything goes wrong, we wouldn't want to tarnish Maxwell's perfect reputation."

Michael looked up and met Liz's eyes, knowing that what he was about to ask was not going to sit well with her. "If Maria is going with me to distract Mr. O'Shea and Isabel is AWOL, then that leaves you and Max to team up and keep tabs on Tess during lunch. Think you're up for it, Parker?"

Liz shrugged. She didn't want to do it, but did she really have a choice since Michael and Maria were pairing up? No. "We've got to figure out where she is, first," Liz said aloud. "If we can't find her, we can't watch her. Did anyone see where she went after leaving you guys?" She looked mainly at Maria and Max.

Maria shook her head. "No. Sorry. We, uh, kinda left in a hurry." She knew she sounded evasive, but she didn't want to share what she and Michael had...rediscovered, not yet. Besides, she knew that it wouldn't do anything to help her friend's confused feelings - or Max's, for that matter.

"She might be ditching or something," she added. "That sounds like something Tess would do right now."

Michael shrugged, trying not to look impatient. He really wanted to hurry up and get on this Mission Impossible. He thought about telling himself that it was just because he wanted to get things done, but that was a lie. And he was through lying and running away from things. He wanted to be alone with Maria, even though they were just going to be doing a job. And even though Max and Izzy were going to kill him when they found out what was going on.

"Look, we'll go try and get her schedule, you guys just look around the caf. She was there fifteen minutes ago. She couldn't have gotten too far on foot. And we can meet back here right before lunch ends to exchange info."

Turning to Maria, Michael said, "C'mon, DeLuca. If we hurry, maybe he'll be on his lunch break or something." And then he took a few tentative steps toward the school, looking back to make sure that Maria was following him.

Liz turned and looked at Max. "Well, I guess that leaves us..."

Max was not looking forward to another encounter with Tess today considering how well he had handled the first, but he couldn't deny that it needed doing.

"Liz, thanks for helping. I'm pretty sure I couldn't do this alone." He started them walking back to the school proper.

Liz shrugged, a motion which jostled her bookbag, making it slide down her arm. As she adjusted the annoying bag, she said, "It's... um... no problem, Max. Really." She gave him a small smile, trying to make this "mission" work despite the weirdness between them. "And, look on the bright side. Maybe we won't actually find her..."

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Michael turned and caught Maria's hand, pulling her along behind him as they left Liz and Max behind at the bleachers. "We have to hurry, lunch is almost over."

[Nice cover, man. Very smooth. Now they'll will *never* suspect that this was about anything other than pure "business" on your end of the deal. You should join the CIA.]

Michael briefly wondered whether or not having your own mind sass you was at all normal, but he forgot all about that train of thought when he saw two familiar people sitting by the trees on the side of the school building.

Michael froze midstep and pulled Maria behind a nearby tree as quickly as alien-ly possible. "It's them, the guidance counselor and his underaged girlfriend. Probably trying to do some major macking between classes."

Michael smirked, glancing over at Maria. "At least we know that they're out of the office now."

Aidan sat back calmly with his back against a tree trunk. "Sure is. Great choice, *Diddums*!" He grinned at her. "Now how about those sandwiches?"

Michael ducked around through the trees behind Mr. O'Shea and Willow, trying to keep from making any sound that might alert the two to his presence. He continued to pull Maria along behind him, though he was careful to be gentle with her. He didn't want to hurt her, so he just tugged lightly on her hand to keep her with him as they walked.

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Jeffery exhaled in a big whoosh when Isabel didn't descend on him yelling, "What are *you* doing at the high school! Are you some kind of skanky freak?"

He heard her begin a conversation with someone. Another girl. The new voice sounded familiar. He turned around slowly, unable to believe his ears. His mouth literally dropped open.

"Harmony!!!"

Secrecy, Jessica and anything she was saying, and everything else was completely blown from his mind. He couldn't believe he had finally found Harmony again, in Roswell of all places!

He and Harmony had bonded one night, and actually developed what seemed to be a budding friendship. It had been completely unexpected, but good. A real friendship. And then his father had died, and he'd had to go to Ireland. When he'd gotten home, Harmony had vanished without a trace. Their house had been emptied, and no one knew where she had gone. He'd tried to find her, but only found dead ends. He'd been afraid that dire had happened.

It took Jeffery less than half a dozen steps to cross the clearing to the place where Harmony and Isabel were sitting. He reached down, pull her up, put his arms around her and gave her a huge hug!

"I can't believe it's really you! I didn't know what happened to you! I was afraid..." He stopped there, unwilling to finish the sentence in front of Isabel -- he had that much presence of mind -- and he also knew that Harmony, a Sunnydale native, could fill in the blank herself.

They say that when some things occur in life, it passes you at a million miles per hour. Blink and you miss it. They say on other occasions that it seems as though the world is in permanent Six Million Dollar Man mode, moving in slow motion, letting you absorb everything feeling you can from the situation.

Harmony had none of these thoughts on her mind when the unknown person yanked her out of her seat, seemingly oblivious to the yelp she made as he did so. It was only when she saw his face did the reality of the situation set in.

"Oh My god!!!!" She squealed as she held him.

"Oh My god!!!" She continued.

"Oh My god!!!"

Harmony's vocabulary had become rather one dimensional by this time. Something that Isabel had noticed with a grin. A grin that faded as she noticed who exactly Harmony was hugging.

"Your here," Harmony said as she finally found new words to say. She pulled away a little, taking in his features. "I didn't think I would ever see you again," she continued as she hugged him closer again.

Isabel felt weird. Something was not right in all this, but she couldn't think of what. It certainly looked sweet enough. Enough to make her slightly jealous, but the nagging feeling the simple fact of Harmony and Jeffrey knowing each other, wouldn't go away. Looking at the two of them it was obvious that neither knew the other was in Roswell, but, and now that she thought about it , it became a little clearer. Wasn't it just to much of a co-incidence to have two people that Harmony knew move to Roswell at the same time. It didn't help the fact that one of them was the Guidance Officer. that profession brought up immediate red flags where she was concerned. She didn't want to be suspicious. Harmony had been nothing but kind to her, and Jeffrey, despite her rather gruff welcoming of her last night, seemed like a genuinely nice guy. Very nice if you took Harmony's reaction into account.

'Maybe the world does have happy co-incidences,' she thought, trying to convince herself at the same time.

Whatever the situation was, she didn't want to break into the obvious happy reunion, and satisfied herself to sit there and wait till she was acknowledged.

Unfortunately acknowledgement of anyone other than themselves was lost on Jeffrey and Harmony for the moment.

Harmony pulled back again and unwrapped her arms from Jeffrey's body. Public displays of affection, no matter how innocent, still were PDA's and she felt it was time to pause on that front. She had a small tear in her eyes as she addressed him.

"I...I wanted to write, but I never knew what to say. I'm sorry."

Jeffery let Harmony pull away from him -- after all, it wasn't *that* type of relationship. But it was a little hard for him to let her go. He'd been afraid she was dead, or worse (though imagining Harmony as a vampire seemed unrealistic). Jeffery was just so happy that his friend was alive, and that he had found her again.

"What happened to you, Harmony? Where did you go? I got home from the funer..." he glanced at Isabel and changed his wording to, "...from Ireland, and you and your parents were gone without a trace. No one knew where you were." He gave her a mild version of his patented puppy dog eyes. "I tried to find you, but I never would have thought to try West Roswell High of all places." He didn't glance at Isabel this time, but she was on his mind, when he added, "And just think, if I hadn't come here to try and take my sister out for a first-day-of-school lunch, I wouldn't have had one of the biggest mysteries of my life finally solved!"

Harmony took a deep breath. It was a story that she didn't feel like telling out in the open of a school yard. But Jeffrey deserved a answer. She had been unable to write one down, and she wasn't going to fob him off now. She hoped he understood her shortened answer.

"It was a family thing. Well...to be blunt my mother, well .. she decided that we had to move away on account of my father. I got like 10 hours notice to pack my things before I was on my way to Roswell. I tried to write you a note, but I just couldn't find the right words. I sort of switched off for the rest of the school year. Didn't really talk to anyone."

She glanced over to Isabel with a smile. "But I decided to start the new year with a better attitude and it has been pretty good so far."

Jeffery laid his hand on her shoulder sympathetically. His parents had been divorced, too. Much different circumstances, of course, but he did understand the pain and disruption it could cause. And Harmony had been taken away somewhere she didn't know, kind of like how Jeffery had been sent away. After a second, though, he took his hand away and put it in his pocket. He didn't want to make her uncomfortable.

She suddenly remembered that she had been ignoring Isabel since Jeffrey returned to her. "Oh god, I am so sorry. Isabel,Jeffrey. Jeffrey, Isabel."

Isabel couldn't help smiling at how clueless Harmony was. Not that she thought that in a malicious way, but it was obvious to her that Harmony had no idea, that Isabel had already met Jeffrey.

"Actually we've already met." Isabel said staring at Jeffrey. She got up and walked over to him, holding out her hand. "Sorry about last night. I wasn't in the best of moods."

It sounded sincere.

"So I noticed," Jeffery replied, belying the words with one of his charming smiles. "I hope you're feeling better today..."

To Harmony, he added, "Isabel and her brother Max live next door to me and Amy. We went over there to borrow milk last night and found out that she and her brother go to school here."

"Your kidding? Next door. Where is that anyway. I'm over in the new part of town, you know Forest Lake. It's nice actually. I met Max earlier. He seems nice as well." Harmony replied, a little quickly as the shock of seeing Jeffrey set in and her excitement rose.

"Calm down, girl you'll give yourself a heart attack," Isabel replied, actually enjoying seeing something as normal as a friend getting over excited. "We're not that far from you actually. Not that Roswell is a thriving metropolis or anything."

Jeffery smiled and nodded, glad to know that Harmony was safely nearby -- though not next door as she used to be. He was about to say something, but the conversation continued on in other directions.

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Faith sipped at her vanilla milkshake and eyed the school. Okay she didn't get to far away but mostly because the smell of fries lured her across the street. Making a quick stop for food she lounged in one of the plastic chairs in front of the burger joint.

There were students milling around. Some who'd gotten off campus passes for lunch and others that were ditching so she didn't look too out of place. The Slayer watched a few people enter the school grounds and shook her head.

Why the hell would anyone want to go -back- to school if they'd already left? It took her a few more minutes to decide on what she was going to do. Either go back home...or rather to the Motel that was home, or wander around the small burnt out town.

Either way it was going to be boring. Dead boring. There wasn't anything to even slay what with it being sunny and all. With a grunt and mutter of protest she hoisted herself out of her chair made her way back across the street to the school.

Maybe the Watcher would have something to say. The...not hers because Faith at this point was refusing to claim a Watcher. They either died or got hurt or hurt you or something. She didn't need that. Least of all from Aidan.

Faith got in to the school easily enough. She made her way down the halls and out in to the courtyard. One one side she could see Jefferey and Harmony and some other chick and Jessica. Then there was Aidan and Willow being all...weird under a tree. She stood there and looked at both sets of people and then smirked.

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They were almost to the doors of the school building when Michael spotted yet another familar face. One of the girls who had been hanging around Harris at the Crashdown last night was standing by the other set of doors, as if she'd just walked out through them. Michael was instantly glad that she'd chosen to come out from the set of doors that *weren't* near the guidance counselor's office, seeing as that was where he and Maria were currently headed.

"Hurry up," he hissed softly at Maria, trying to get them through the doors and into the school building before they were spotted. He wasn't really looking forward to getting caught snooping around in the guidance counselor's office if he could help it. Not that he cared about getting another bad mark on his perminant record, but he knew that Maria's mom would be royally pissed if he got her only daughter in trouble on the first day back to school, especially after the time that she caught him asleep in her daughter's bed one morning with Maria beside him under the covers. Not that they'd actually *done* anything, but human mothers tended to be a bit... overprotective when it came to their kids. Michael knew that from experience with both the Evans family and Maria's mom. Amy DeLuca sure knew how to wield a newspaper when she was angry.

"I am hurrying," Maria grumbled back. "I'm not exactly doing the double-time mince-step for fun." She shot a (hopefully) casual glance over her shoulder. As she slipped into the building, she got one last look at the bleacher crowd - and the group nearby.

[Uh oh.] Maria recognized Jeffrey Madison from last night at the convenience store and she obviously knew Isabel, but she couldn't place the other blonds at all. [Lots of new people in Roswell,] she thought grimly. [Don't do anything dumb, Isabel!]

Once they were inside the school building - and Michael didn't think that Faith had seen them, though he couldn't be completely sure - they walked down the hallway a few short steps to the door of Mr. O'Shea's office. Michael dropped Maria's hand somewhat reluctantly and set to work on the lock.

"Keep a look out, OK?" he whispered over his shoulder to Maria as his powers began to glow slightly, forming a warm, red light on the palm of his hand that spread through him and into the door knob. It tingled. And then there was a click as the door unlocked and they were in.

"Sure thing." Maria did her best to lean casually on the wall, apparently unaware that there was someone breaking into the guidance counselor's office right next to her.

"Got it," he whispered triumphantly, slipping inside the office quietly and going straight for Mr. O'Shea's desk. Michael figured that he'd find Tess's documents here. After all, she'd been getting her schedule changed just a few hours ago, hadn't she? It seemed like as good a place as any to start looking...

"C'mon, Michael." Maria darted a nervous glance down the hallway. So far it was deserted, but she was really not relishing a phone call home. Or an encounter with Tess, when you got right down to it.

She was also starting to get worried about Isabel. Roswell High wasn't what one would call tiny, but it wasn't all that big either. She knew new faces when she saw them and the fact that there were three new faces crowding around Isabel was not exactly something to put her mind at ease. Not when she was standing guard.

Inside the office, Michael looked through a stack of papers on the desk, trying to find Tess's schedule. But he found something else instead.

"Oh my god," he whispered, staring at the two manilla folders in his hands. They were the personal files of two students: Max Evans and Michel Guerin.

"Why would he have mine and Max's files out?" Michael wondered, suddenly remembering what had happened the last time a guidance counselor had taken an un-due interest in their lives.

How long had it been? She was really starting to wish she had a watch. Hours, at least. Maybe days. So far there was nothing, but this whole stand-watch thing was really nerve-wracking. "Michael," she muttered, "hurry up. Let's go. It can't be /that/ hard to find something."

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"So you two, uh, know each other?" Jessica gave Jeremy and Harmony a slight smile, although she doubted either of them would notice. "Right. I'll just stay over here, then?"

She gave Isabel a friendly, genuinely exasperated smile. "So much for lunch break. I'm Jessica, by the way. Jeffrey's friend." Might as well be nice and social as long as the other half of the break-and-enter team was wrapped up with Sunnydale's ditziest.

Jeffery darted a small smile at Jessica. He felt a little bad about putting their plans on hold, but there was no way he could leave just yet.

Harmony hadn't noticed Jeffrey's companion. But the voice brought back the memories to her. She had no great surprise in seeing her in Roswell. She saw her last night. But she was here. At Roswell High invading Harmony's ground. And to Harmony it was just so typical. She wanted to tell the girl to take a hike, although not that kindly, but she kept her cool. The last thing she wanted to do was lash out in front of Jeffrey. Or Isabel for that matter.

"Jessica," she said. The address was warm. Just a little warmer than an Artic winter.

"Hi, Harmony." Jessica shot Harmony a look and a smile of her own. Polar blizzards looked warm and sunny in comparison.

Isabel didn't miss the look that Harmony shot Jessica. It simply confirmed to her that Harmony knew her. In fact, as Harmony had already stated that she made no friends, chances were this was yet another resident from Sunnydale. This was getting weird.

"I'm Isabel. So you going to college too?" Isabel asked, remembering that Jeffrey had told her last night that he was attending the local university.

Jeffery, too, noticed the chill in Harmony's voice when she addressed Jessica. It was even worse than Harmony's attitude toward Brenna. He sighed softly, but determined that he wouldn't let it matter. He could be friends with two people who weren't friends, couldn't he?

Then Isabel spoke, attracting his attention. On the surface, her question was innocuous, but Jeffery was wary of questions from the locals. It was just the suspicious frame of mind he'd had to develop since getting involved with the "real" goings on in the world. He hoped Isabel was just asking to be polite, but, being that she was related to one of the most suspicious people in town, could he really afford to believe that? And why was she being all friendly now, when last night she had been so rude. It was a question that bore pondering.

"Yep," Jessica said, pulling her attention back to Isabel. "I ditched freshman orientation to say hi to Jeffrey's sister." Not quite true, but it was close enough. "I'm kinda missing high school, actually," she added with a sweeping gesture to indicate the school in general. "You know, kids with hygiene issues, bratty freshmen, plotting senior pranks on the bleachers..." That last was an outright lie, but she had seem Isabel storm away from the little bleacher group. And if there was a slightly shrewd, calculating look in Jessica's eyes for a moment, it was soon gone.

She hated doing this. She really did. If Isabel was totally unaware of Max Evans' encounters with the media, then she'd apologize later. But she needed to know how the other girl would react. And it wasn't like Jeffrey was going to be much help there.

"We both go to the university in town," Jeffery answered for Jessica. He figured she would know that he was just trying to deflect suspician. "We're car pool buddies." He gave Jessica a grin.

Then Jeffery turned to Harmony, "What about you and I go grab a Coke or something before your lunch break ends?" He looked at Jessica. "We can rendevous at the car to go... back to class... in..." he checked his watch, "10 or 15 minutes?" Suddenly, not having a SHS reunion in front of Isabel seemed important, and he wanted to talk to Harmony more.

Harmony jumped up with vigor. "Definetly," she replied to Jeffrey's request. She turned around and gave Isabel a apologetic frown.

"We'll catch up later, okay?" she asked.

Isabel nodded, not taking any offence. "No problem."

Harmony spun back to Jeffrey. The permanent grin, that had lived on her face since Jeffrey encased her in his arms earlier, showed no sign of dissapearing.

"To the drink machine?" Harmony asked Jeffrey not sure if her was ready to go yet.

He nodded. "Yeah, but you'll have to show me where it is." They started walking back toward the school, and suddenly Jeffery felt a little awkward. It wasn't very often that he ran up and hugged a girl he'd only been friends with for a single night. He hoped that she hadn't found him... well... weird. She hadn't seemed to, but maybe on the inside...? Then again, Harmony was pretty good about speaking her mind at all times.

Shaking off the awkward feeling, Jeffery said, "So, was there any more to that story than you said in front of Isabel? Was it just typical divorce stuff, which is bad enough, or was there something Hellmouthy, too?" He ran his fingers through his darkish blond hair. "I know I'm a broken record here -- or maybe scratched CD is the updated pop culture reference -- but, anyway, I just keep wanting to make sure that you're OK. Like if I take my eyes off of you, you'll disappear again..."

It was too late to take that back, he realized after the words left his mouth. He hoped she didn't take them in a bad way, like a slam. He didn't mean them like that at all, he'd just been so worried about her (with nothing he could do about it) for so long that it was kind of hard to adjust to having his friend here with him again.

Harmony pulled on Jeffrey's arm to stop him from continuing his walk, and reached down and grasped his hand in hers.

"Do you want to know the main reason I could never find the right words to write do you?' Harmony asked.

"I was scared. Scared that I had imagined what you seemed to feel for me." Harmony looked straight at him, with a determination in her eyes. "Don't be embaressed about anything you say to me. I really missed you. You missed me. There I said it."

"We are friends. Very good friends I hope. And although I have haven't had many of them, I would like to think that we will be completley honest with each other."

Harmony took a breath. That was probably the most, honest and from the heart, thing she'd said since the last time she was with Jeffrey.

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Isabel studied Jessica for a second before replying. Was it a co- incidence that she mentioned bleachers, or was paranoia runing rampant in Roswell yet again. Jessica was very sure fo herself, that much Isabel was certain. And it was obivous to a yet undiscovered tribe in Africa that, Jessica and Harmony had a distinct lack of love for each other.

Jessica certainly had the look. Mind you so did Harmony. Isabel wondered if they were ever friends, or did a rivalry get in the way. She had certainly had her fare share of confrontations. It came with the cool clique.

"If I start looking back on this place as fondly as you just did I am going to be very worried." Isabel replied. "So why Roswell? It certainly doesn't have a well renowned university?"

"Nope. Not in California, anyway. Just here for the scholarship." Jessica threw Jeffrey a sour look, but it wouldn't really do any good to tell the world that they had other plans - it could be interpreted the wrong way, for one thing, and she didn't need Isabel suspicious.

She turned her attention back to the non-Sunnydalean and gave her a movie-star smile. "Could you do me a mucho big favor?" she asked. "Jeffrey never got around to finding his sister - " another sour look went flying in his direction - "so I kinda missed the lunch thing. I could /so/ go for something low-cal," she added, giving the entire cast of Clueless a run for their money. She never could pull off ditz, but she could do shallow like no one's business. And since when were shallow people any threat?

Any more of this, and she was going to feel really sick with herself.

Inside Isabel was finding Jessica's reactions to Jeffrey leaving with Harmony very amusing. With each little sour glance she threw at the retreating pair, it became a little harder to keep from laughing out loud. She couldn't work out if it was jealousy, the fact that Jeffrey was friendly to someone Jessica disliked, or the more probably reason, that Jeffrey had just abandoned her here. Isabel actually wondered if Jeffrey had done that as a payback for the way Isabel was around him last night. It actually appealed to her sense of fun if he did.

"Sure. Follow me," Isabel said.

It wasn't as if showing an air head around lunch was what Isabel really desired, but it served two purposes. One it kept her away from Liz, Max, Michael and Maria and two, it allowed her to still see what the what, is with these new people. She certainly didn't think it was a threat, but co-incidences like the ones she had seen today rarely happen by accident.

Jessica allowed Isabel to lead the way, slipping into the sort of constant running commentary that managed to touch on the pathetic state of the fashion-impaired, where she could get her hair done, why all the cute guys were taken, and other such things that suggested there was no more to her than met the eye - or possibly even less. Isabel looked extremely bored, but at least she wasn't being openly suspicious. Score one for the home team.

As they reached the cafeteria, Isabel pointed over to where the food was lined up. "Well there is some 'low-cal' stuff there, but as for it's taste..." she left that hanging. No further explanation was needed.

"Ugh. Not exactly four-star, huh?" Jessica rolled her eyes in the direction of the cafeteria staff. "I think I'll go for the Jello. That's like, impossible to mess up and I have to watch my weight anyway."

[Oh my god, did I just say that?] Jessica blinked a couple times. [Whoops. Going a little overboard there. Pretty soon it'll be "Whatever" and then there's no hope.]

Flashing Isabel another friendly, depthless grin, she paid for the questionable Jello and managed to pop half of it into her mouth with a plastic spoon and swallow it in about half a second. "Do you want anything?" she asked belatedly. "Not that there's much here."

"No, I'm fine," Isabel replied, looking around the cafeteria for someone she knew to talk to. Talking to Jessica was turning out to be one of the days most boring pursuits. Isabel was still intrigued by the co-incidences occurring around Harmony and her friends, but that interest was not enough to make her stay here and listen to some airhead prattle on about Jello and weight.

"I've gotta go," she announced fairly abruptly, before turning around and walking out of the cafeteria.

The moment Isabel's back was turned, the Jello went flying into the trash can. Jessica's airheadedness vanished, replaced by a worried (and quite unvacant) frown. Hopefully, her little performance would be enough to keep Isabel from getting suspicious if she learned that Jessica was questioning Max. On the other hand, she would have to be very careful not to let any depths show or the whole thing would be exposed as a sham.

And that Jello had redefined horrible.

She bought a slice of prepackaged, fatty-looking cheesecake and headed outside to find Jeffrey. They had a house to break into, even if it meant she had to drag him along.

***************

"Just a minute!" Michael hissed to Maria, dropping the folders back onto the desk and starting to go through the drawers. He and the others would have to deal with any weirdness from the guidance counselor later. He had a schedule to find.

Michael searched through all the drawers one at a time until he came to the last one. It was the only one that was locked.

"Weird. Why would he lock this when he'd already locked his door?" Michael murmured, placing his hand over the lock and opening it. "Must be something important in here to go to all this trouble."

Michael pulled the draw open and found a briefcase inside. That was all. Figuring that at this point he had nothing to lose, Michael used his powers to open the locked briefcase as well, thankful that it had a key lock and not one of those fancy combination locks. He wouldn't have been able to open a combination lock without ruining it, which Mr. O'Shea would have definitely noticed.

Inside the briefcase, Michael found some boring looking papers and a small, black box. Curiosity got the better of him and he took out the box and opened it, finding a small black pendant on a silver chain nestled inside the jewelry case.

"And this just gets weirder and weirder. Why would he want a necklace? How gay is that?" Michael shrugged, figuring that maybe it was for his redheaded girlfriend outside, and started to close the box. As he did, his fingers brushed across the black stone and suddenly, everything went nuts.

The room was full of colors, swirling around everywhere, and a jolt of energy passed through Michael's fingers where they touched the necklace and then whirled through his entire body. Michael lost his balance and fell backwards, landing hard on the ground with a crash which could probably have been heard outside. He dropped the necklace and the vibrant - yet confusing - colors disappeared the second his fingers lost contact with the stone. He lay on the ground for a few moments, stunned.

"Michael?!" Maria hurried inside, throwing caution to the wind. Bad enough they had Tess to deal with, but if something in the guidance counselor's office had hurt Michael... "Oh, my god. What happened?"

"What the hell was that?!?!" he gasped, pulling himself to his feet slowly. He stared at the necklace, resting innocently in its box, and wondered what it had done to him. That hadn't been like any vision or flash that he'd ever had before! True, he'd only had the flashes with the key and with Maria, but he knew enough to know that this was different. Very different.

"The necklace?" Maria asked quietly, following Michael's stare down to the innocent little jewelry box. She scooped up the box and snapped it shut, careful not to touch the necklace itself, before handing it to Michael.

Michael suddenly remembered where he was and how illegal what he was doing was. He didn't have time for this! He grabbed the jewlery box and started to put it back in the briefcase, but he changed his mind at the last minute and stuck it in his pocket instead. The he snapped the briefcase closed and set it back in the drawer, closing and locking it as well.

"Schedule, Tess's schedule," he muttered, hurrying over the the file cabinet and opening the section marked H-N. "Harding, Harding, Harding," he murmured, flipping through the files until he found the one he was looking for. Mr. O'Shea must have put it back in its place earlier that day.

Michael pulled it out and copied her schedule down in his sketchbook before stashing it back in the cabinet. The he slipped out the door, locking it behind him, and turned to Maria. "OK, done."

"Right. Sure. He's gonna notice the necklace is gone at some point." Once that had been pointed out, Maria grabbed Michael's hand and pulled him along as nonchalantly as possibly. "I didn't see what happened," she whispered as she scanned the hallways, "but I'm guessing it wasn't good?"

Michael shook his head. "Honestly, I have no idea."

[Just that it was giving you a trippy flash or something...]

"It just knocked you out for a second?" Maria shook her head, still pulling Michael along. The farther they were from the office, the better. "I don't like this. I mean, maybe it's just some weird rock or something, but it didn't look that valuable." [And it could have hurt you,] she added silently.

"I don't see any reason for it to have been all locked up," she concluded.

"I need to show it to Max, see if it has any affect on him..." Michael trailed off, suddenly remembering the *other* weird thing that he'd found in Mr. O'Shea's office. He reached out a hand and pulled Maria to a stop in the middle of the deserted hallway.

"He had our files out on his desk, Max's and mine. He was checking up on us." Michael sighed, scratching the back of his neck absently. "It's like that whole Topolksi thing all over again."

Maria shot an angry glare in the direction of the office. "Better not be. If he tries a stunt like that, I'll strangle him with his tie." Although she didn't sound scared, her face had gone rather pale. She remembered Topolski all too well. "We'll, uh, report back, then. Work it out with Max and Liz. Maybe Mr. O'Shea just wanted to..." Nope. Rationalizing wasn't working right now. "Let's just go," she muttered. "If he thinks that necklace is important, he's gonna check on it at some point."

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Aidan suddenly felt a tingle on the back of his neck. The tingle that meant someone was watching him. He might not have Slayer instincts, but Watchers bred the normal human ones he had to their utmost potential.

He shifted slightly under the tree and snuck a glance out of the corner of his eye. There was Faith, just standing there taking in everything in the school yard.

"Faith's back," Aidan said in a voice so quiet it was almost a whisper. He glanced at Willow. "I wonder if she's back to help, or something else..." He wanted to believe the best, he really did, but after the way Faith had been acting since they got to Roswell, Aidan was afraid to.

"Well, why don't you go ask her if you're so worried?" Willow replied, pulling out their sandwhiches and cups of hot cocoa. "I'll wait here."

Aidan sighed. "All right." He didn't want to do it, but being a Watcher meant that he didn't get to do only what he wanted.

He got up and walked over to where Faith stood. "You're back," he said simply.

Faith was momentarily confused. Soemthing was registering on her Slaydar but she wasn't sure of what exactly it was. Like that feeling she got at the Crashdown. She blinked and turned her attention to Aidan with a raised brow.

"Wha? Oh...don't get all excited Tweed Boy, I got bored an' wanted to have a look around."

She was still feeling the strange feeling but less. Like it moved or was gone. Keeping an eye on the students that were passing by she stuck her hands in her back pockets.

The Slayer's ears pricked slightly and she snapped her head around to the school. Just a normal crash. Could have been anyone or anything. She turned back to Aidan realizing that he wouldn't have heard that being an average human.

"Fuzzy took a drive around. He'll be back later for your meeting or whatever."

Aidan wanted to say 'if you hadn't walked out of the first meeting then you wouldn't be so out of the loop,' but he didn't. His attention was caught by the far-away look the Slayer had had in her eye for a brief second. "What's wrong? Are you sensing something?" He paused, and then added gruffly, "I have wanted to know what you felt about this place. Your senses are the most attuned, after all..."

Faith snapped her attention back to Aidan and glowered at him. He was getting smart with her? That was just beautiful. She snarled slightly and took a step closer.

"Look you keep pullin' this I'm your Watcher bull**** with me like I care. I'm here to get away from Sunnydale and do what I was born for. You wanna make an issue of it because you think you register on my scale enough for me to hate you then go ahead but I really don't. 'Cause I couldn't give a rat's ass about you."

She let a blank expression drop over her face easily. She was sick and tired of people trying to tell her what to do and how to do it. Faith just wanted to slay. Nothing more and nothing less.

"You were the one that said the meeting was over until later so don't go all high righteous on me because I didn't stick around alright? An' just because I don't check in with you every five minutes doesn't mean I'm not doin' my job, Oh and by the way...there's somethin' ****ed up here an' it just went in to the school."

*************

Jeffery squeezed Harmony's hand tight. "As weird as it is, we made a connection. The connection two true friends can make. Or at least, I thought so. When you vanished, I figured either I was wrong, or something horrible had happened." He felt his cheeks redden a little. "I'm not glad that your parents got divorced or anything, but I am glad I wasn't wrong. And... as weird and coincidental as it is, I'm glad you're here in Roswell. I was about to think all this town had going for it was an insurgence of fangy-night life and hordes of hostile women."

'Hostile women? I though you and Jessica looked pretty cosy' Harmony thought before sending that jealous crap out of her head.

They started walking again, letting go of each other's hands naturally. Jeffery grinned at Harmony, and then asked, "I guess you figured out what was up when you noticed almost half of your former school mates had suddenly moved to town..."

Jeffery knew that he couldn't tell her all the details, but he also knew that Harmony knew the score, so he wasn't going to lie and pretend all this was normal to a friend.

"I actually saw Xander a few days ago, but I didn't say anything. Then last night I saw Jessica and Faith. And then today I ran into Aidan, twice and Willow, once. So yeah, I sort of got the picture that something bad is going down."

Harmony stopped and looked at Jeffry seriously. "How bad is it? I have soem potential friends here and I really don;t want them getting killed in the first week of school."

Jeffery shrugged a little bit. "Roswell has had an infusion of vampires lately, and some of them... well... they may be worse than your average vampire. Or that's what the Council heard. We haven't found any of these so-called super-vamps. So... just be careful when you and your new friends are out in the dark. Walking... always a bad option these days. But, you can't let on what's going on. If it gets back to the 'super' vamps that we're here, we might never find them so Faith can do her magic."

Harmony frowned at Jeffrey's response. She firmly believed that a lot of people died in Sunnydale because of the secrecy and would never understand the logic behind that request. But she didn't want to get into an argument with him. Not now. Now was a time to enjoy the simple face that she had found him again. She was worried that it they seemed to be putting there faith, in Faith. She didn't know the other slayer all that well. While Buffy could whiny and a little freakish, Harmony at least trusted in her ability. She had no such trust in Faith's.

"You don't think that Buffy should be here? I mean if it is that dangerous, shouldn't we have the number one slayer?" Harmony asked.

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Xander nodded. "Yeah, I could do with a sandwich or something..."

He checked out the lay out of the caf, noting which guys were checking out his girlfriend so that he could keep tabs on them. There was a nearby table of jocks that were drooling openly at the buxom brunette and Xander made sure they got one of his meanest glares. They didn't seem all that impressed, and one of them even had the nerve to walk over and start hitting on Cordelia while Xander was standing right there!

"Hey babe," the beefy jock said with a leer. "Where ya been all my life?"

"Trying to avoid guys like you..." Cordelia started to reply with a look of disgust, but suddenly Xander reacted.

Xander fixed him with a pointed look. "She's been with me, thank you very much, Mr. Balls for Brains."

"I don't think I asked *you* dude. I asked the girlie. And I'm waiting for *her* to answer," the guy replied, shoving Xander backwards and taking his place beside Cordelia. At least, that was what the guy *intended* to do. But when he shoved, Xander didn't move. He didn't even flinch. He just glared.

Cordelia squeezed her eyes shut. This was not good. Xander wasn't a jock, Xander couldn't stand up to jock! This guy was going to shove him though the wall!

The jock looked confused. Obviously, he was used to being the big and strong one who always got his way. Xander couldn't help but smirk. The loser had obviously never come face to face with someone with preternatural strength before.

"Hey, pal! Get lost before I pop you one!" the jock exclaimed loudly, drawing the attention of almost everyone in the cafeteria.

Xander rolled his eyes, aware of the fact that everyone and their brother was watching the scene unfold, which didn't help Xander and Cordelia to keep a low profile. "Don't start something you can't finish, moron," he growled, trying to think of a way to get out of this without starting a fight...

Cordelia suddenly remembered that Xander was in possession of some pretty powerful Slayer/Werewolf blood. Taking a step back she said "He's gonna kick your ass, moron!" which probably didn't help the situation any but she felt that Xander needed some positive reinforcement.

*************

Michael couldn't keep a grin from emerging from his normally-gloomy expression. Mr. O'Shea had better look out. Hurricane DeLuca was ready and waiting to take the guidance counselor down a notch or two if he tried anything underhanded. And Michael knew first-hand what happened to someone who ticked Maria off...

Michael noticed how pale Maria looked. Even though her voice was full of her usual gusto, her eyes looked worried, haunted.

"Wait..." Michael told her, tucking a strand of her golden hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering, softly grazing down and across the soft skin of her neck. "Are you okay?"

[How does she do this to me?] Michael wondered in the back of his mind. [One look and she's got me wrapped around her little finger, stonewall be damned.] And the funny part was... Michael had stopped resenting her for it. He'd actually started to like it. It was like something that he'd been missing over the summer was finally back, and he felt much closer to being whole again... in a kind of scary way. It was amazing. He'd never felt anything like it before.

Was this how Max felt when he saw Liz?

[God, if so, I hope I don't look all dreamy-eyed and moony when Maria's around. Not like Max is around Liz...]

Michael felt his other hand moving of it's own volition, leaving her arm and rising over her shoulder to the other side of her neck, cupping her face between his two hands.

"Lunch isn't over for another 10 minutes," he whispered, his heartbeat already starting to speed up because of her proximity. He breathed in, smelling her Maria-scent. Sweet and spicy. His control was rapidly becoming a thing of the past. His eyes lingered on her full lips.

"We don't have to join the others just yet..."

***************

Aidan looked at Faith in shock. He had not said one word about her leaving the meeting. He'd only thought it. Was Faith psychic now? Or was she just a b***h?

He could have said any number of things to defend himself.

Number one, Aidan had NEVER said the meeting was over. He'd just said that Doyle couldn't make it, and had requested a SECOND meeting that night at the Madison house. The first meeting had still gone off as scheduled, except for the lack of a Slayer.

Number two, he hadn't said anything smart to her. He had only asked what it was she was sensing. If you didn't share information in this kind of work, someone got killed. But maybe Faith didn't care about that any more.

Number three, he *was* her Watcher. He would never have agreed to come here with her, if, back in Sunnydale, she had not been more amenable to that. Apparently things had changed since Sunnydale, and Aidan was adapting now. If Faith wasn't going to play ball, then he would have to send for re-enforcement's.

But Aidan didn't say any of those things. Instead, he asked quietly, "If something evil is in the school, then why aren't you doing something about it?"

Then he turned and started walking toward the school at a fast clip. If Faith wasn't going to do anything about whatever it was, then Aidan couldn't let the job go undone. Aidan knew his duty, and even if he had to die -- which he knew he would someday -- Aidan would do it. With or without the Slayer, Aidan would hunt the evil. If he could figure out what it was. But most evils were easy enough to spot. And now Aidan had a tool that would help him spot it. He had to go get the amulet. Forget purification and waiting, they needed it now!

Aidan came in the side door and rounded the corner at a run... crashing right into two teens having a romantic moment in the middle of the hallway. They all went sprawling to the ground.

"Miss DeLuca, Mr. Guerrin, excuse me... I..." Aidan didn't know what to say, what lie to make up to excuse this. So he didn't. Instead, he just turned and headed for his office, and the amulet.

His office was still quite a ways away. He had to hurry. He finally made it, and got the door unlocked. He went straight to his desk, unlocked it and pulled out his briefcase. He unlocked that, and began pawing through it for the black box that contained the amulet. He couldn't find it. Aidan began to panic. He dumped the contents of the briefcase out onto his desk and tore th rough them like a mad man.

It was gone! The amulet was gone! What were they going to do now?

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Jeffery held the door open so Harmony could walk inside. As they talked, they skirted the edge of the cafeteria toward the soda machines in the corner.

"Well, we don't know what the what is yet. We haven't even been able to find these so-called super vampires. And, you know the Hellmouth. Center of mystical convergence and all that. I guess someone has to stay there..." He shrugged. "I wasn't actually in on the conversations between Buffy, Giles, Aidan and Faith that led to this division of forces, but you can't feel relieved that you've also got two great magic-users, Amy and myself; Oz; Doyle; Xander; Aidan; and um... well... Cordelia and Jessica, too, to help. We've got quite the squad. And we've already been patrolling and stuff. I wiped out a few vamps at that club, UFOnics, last night." He grinned at her. "Faith only helped a little..."

Pulling some quarters out of his pocket, he gestured to the Coke Machine. "What's your pleasure? My treat."

Harmony didn't find pleasure in the news of Jeffrey's run in with the vampires the night before. For one it settled any doubt about there being vampires in Roswell. And two, well..the thought of Jeffrey being in danger just wasn't something that she could smile about. She wanted to be proud about his prowess of magic, but it all was a reminder of the danger they faced. Jeffrey may be able to take it in his stride, but Harmony could not. She was sure the Scooby Gang thought the reason she wasn't involved in Sunnydale was because she was a ditz. They were probably stunned that she actually knew vampires existed. But she stayed out of it all, because it was the safe thing to do. It was only because of a bored Sunday night, when she spotted a upset Xander Harris sitting across the road, that she decided to intrude on their world.

One good thing had come out of it. She had 'really' met Jeffrey Madison. She had known about him of course, but they had never had more than a few superficial words to say to each other. The problem was that after that night, she felt close to Jeffrey than anyone else. Her home life was rather reserved, what was left of it, and Jeffrey was the only person she felt comfortable around showing her true self and feelings.

However with the comfort also came fear. And it was the fear of something happening to Jeffrey that ruled Harmony's head as he offered to get her a drink.

"Don't get hurt," she replied. It wasn't a drink, but it was what she wanted more than anything else in the world.

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