"I thought you'd left." Giles spat. So Ethan Rayne was back in Sunndale. Or did he ever leave? This would be the third time that Giles had seen him in a year and each time had left him feeling more uncomfortable than the last. Ethan and Giles had been friends at one point. They both went to public school and had a solid relationship until they started practicing magic together. Until they discovered Eyghon. There was so much pain from that portion of Giles's life. Not only had his good friend Randall died because of his foolishness but he had to come to terms with the fact that Ethan had changed, in a ways he turned evil and for while, so had Giles.

"I was on my way out but I though I might pay you another visit, Rupert." Ethan said, grinning wickedly. "For old times sake."

"What do you want now?" Giles said. He wasn't in the mood for Ethan's sadistic playfullness, he was getting sick of looking at him.

"Well I did hear something that I thought you might want to know." He started. "It involves your little Slayer but if you want me to leave..." He left his sentence unfinished and turned to walk away but Giles grabbed him by his shirt and shoved into the side of a crypt, one of many in one of many Sunnydale cemeteries.

"What is it that you know?" Giles demanded, looking directly into his eyes, suddenly very interested. Ethan smirked and raised his hands in a weak attempt to get Giles to loosen his grip.

"Relax, Ripper." He said, in an almost whisper. "She's not in danger. Well, that depends."

Giles let go, his face softening at the sound of his old nickname. Ethan fixed his shirt, cleared his throat and moved away from him.

"You see, I met this blond vampire in a pub and he told me something rather peculiar." He then turned to look Giles dead in the eyes. "You've been letting your Slayer see a vampire. Naughty Ripper." He chuckled.

"You're talking about Angel. It's a complicated story but he has a soul."

"Yes, I know the story. He killed the harvest bride of the Kalderash tribe and so they cursed him to feel remorse. Sounds like the kind of bed time story I would have enjoyed."

"What does this have to do with Buffy?" Giles asked, growing impatient. "What does this have to do with anything?"

"Did you know that there's a loophole within the curse?" Ethan said, already anticipating the answer. He loved it when he had the upper hand.

Giles looked at him stunned. "A-a-a loophole?" What kind of loophole could there be? What could it do?

"You see, I wanted to know more about the curse so I tracked down someone acquainted with Kalderash lore and he told me that if Angel were to experience a moment of true happiness, even just for a moment, then the curse will take away his soul and he would be Angelus again." He said, smiling and extending his arms theatrically as he spoke.

The news shook Giles. A moment of happiness. Did that mean what he thought it meant? If so, then Buffy was definitely in danger. "Of course," He said after a short period of silence, taking off his glasses and wiping them. "The curse means for Angel to live with the guilt of what he's done. He must feel terribly for the rest of his existence and if he doesn't, if he feels happiness then the curse will be broken."

After a moment of silence between the two, Ethan started laughing.

"What's so funny?" Giles asked disgustedly.

"It's just funny how you're such a terrible Watcher, Rupert. This is what you left us for, seriously?" He starts laughing again.

Angry, Giles approaches him and punches him right in the face. Ethan cries in pain and falls to the floor and after a minute to collect his bearings, chuckles again. "Oh, Ripper." He says, using Giles's old nickname for the second time. "Ripper, Ripper, Ripper." He continues, looking up at him from the ground. "That's not even the worst of it." He laughs again.

A very agitated Giles pulls Ethan of the ground and shoves him into the wall of the crypt again, firmly placing one arm under his chin and applying a little pressure.

"What do you know, Ethan?"

Ethan did his best to inhale before saying, "All that time I was going on about how they didn't know you, and here you don't know them either. And by them I mean her."

Ethan squealed as Giles increased his hold on Ethan's neck, slowing choking him. "Argh. You still have it in you."

"Who do you mean by 'her'?" Giles asked through gritted teeth.

"There is... A Kalderash... In Sunnydale." Upon realising the pressure was killing him, Giles removed his arm from Ethan's throat and grabbed a fist full of his shirt, like his other hand, pinning Ethan firmly in place.

After a few more intakes of oxygen, Ethan continued, "She's been sent by the Kalderash clan to watch over Angel and ensure that he doesn't loose his soul. Can you guess who it is?"

"Why don't you tell me?"

"Mmmmm because it's more fun this way?"

Giles hit him on the nose.

"Tell me!" Giles shouted.

"Well," Ethan started after a minute or two. "You were so worried when Eyghon got to her. One might say you were in love, Ripper."

Upon realising whom Ethan was referring to, Giles let go of him, took two paces away from him and looked down. No. That can't be true.

"Jenny..." he murmured under his breath.

"Ah," Ethan began, looking very pleased with himself. "That would actually be Janna."

Giles looked up at him, perplexed.

"Janna?"

"That is her real name. Her gypsy name. Janna for the Kalderash. Has quite a nice ring to it, don't you think?" He chuckled, darkly.

There was a moment of silence between them before Ethan couldn't stop himself from talking.

"She's playing you, Rupert. It's not you she's interested in, she's here for her people. And once her job is done here, she'll leave without a word."

No, this wasn't real. There was no way that Jenny, in Giles's mind, could ever be so hypocritical and two faced about something like this. The ordeal with Eyghon had left them both traumatised. Yes, he understands that Jenny could very nearly have died but he very nearly could have lost her and he hated himself for not being able to protect her. Even though they had patched things up, she wasn't one to take the stance of 'I thought I knew you' if she were in fact a gypsy sent here to watch over Angel.

He had to see her.

"I think you should as well." Were Giles's final words to Ethan before he turned and left him in the cemetery, running to Jenny's house.