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DISCLAIMER: As if!
SUMMARY: Andrew channels his self-doubt into those who should doubt themselves.
WORDCOUNT: 530
NOTES: Written for Lee at Buffyverse1000.
THEIR PURPOSE
by Leni
Andrew has come a long way from the gawky boy who believed he could conquest the world and
lost everything along the way. He is now proud to say he's a Watcher in Training, even if
those who know him joke that it was only fitting. After all, wasn't he always annoying
everyone with his cammera and his wannabe observations?
He lost his cammera in Sunnydale. By the time he had saved enough to buy another, Andrew
had discovered the pleasures of observing and cataloguing everyone's behaviour through his
own eyes.
Every participant in the battle is an intriguing one, even those with whom he lived back
in Sunnydale and he thought to know like the back of his hand. But their encounter with
the 'L.A. team' (no longer in L.A. and not much of a team) has brought an interesting
specimen into their midst.
It isn't long after they are all together in Italy that Andrew realises something. Between
all the witches, Slayers and supernatural beings around him, Connor and Dawn are the most
spectacular of them. He has questions; he has doubts; theories make their presence known
in his mind and won't stop until Andrew gives in.
Both of them are easy to observe, careless and free and never caring about their obscure
origins. Dawn laughs like any other young woman; Connor fights alongside the other new
recruits. They are so normal, yet Andrew knows they aren't. He quickly notices Dawn's
quick frown whenever someone mentions a memory that wasn't; Connor tends to leave the room
when he's asked too many questions. They know what they are, yet they won't share.
Andrew wants them to share.
He wishes he could hold Dawn until she told him how it feels to be a shift of reality, the
cause of such a spell that nobody knows how the world was before she arrived into it.
Andrew knows nobody really wants to know, scared to find out that Dawn isn't really part
of them. But he isn't. He'd be patient with her, as patient as noone ever was.
He wishes Connor would stay quiet enough to explain how it feels to be part of a prophecy,
the son of two beings that aren't supposed to conceive. Nobody really wants to ask those
obvious questions, the few who've tried have been greeted with sneers and slamming doors.
But Andrew would be patient with him too, waiting calmly until the younger boy wanted to
talk.
He knows he has no chance, both Dawn and Connor have their little worlds where Andrew is
nothing but a casual visitor. But he still dreams, the ordeal with Warren and then the
First didn't snatch that away.
Andrew has escaped death so many times, he still feels he shouldn't be alive, especially
when so many other valuable people lost their lives in his stead. He can't help but
wonder...
Maybe if Andrew could lose himself in these two beings who are beyond any concept of
continuity and physics. Maybe if he could finally unravel why they are what he'll never
be.
Maybe then Andrew will fill a little the emptiness answering the question of his own
existence.
The End
04/08/04
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