<div class="floatleft">(http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l161/kaio999/Micheal.jpg)</div><br/><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_u">ENTER</span><br/><strong>name</strong>: Micheal Kane<br/><strong>time</strong>:5:00 P.M. Monday 12-20<br/><strong>Tags</strong>: Eric Caulfield, and Buffy Summers<br/><hr/><br/>When she walked into him, he barely budged, old military training kept him hard as rock, but when he looked down to aid whoever it was who had the misfortune to to round the corner and end up in front off him he couldn't help but be shocked and be just a little grateful. He offered his hand, "Ahh Miss Summers," he took her fingers without even thinking, "Up you get girl." Before she could react he had pulled Buffy up and off the ground.<br/><br/>His eyes peered into hers, "I have been waiting for you Buffy, we have a great deal of work to do." He presumed she knew, he presumed that his words made sense, after all she was the chosen one. She was what he hoped his girl would be, and secretly feared would become. Now the watcher was here before ready to bring her on her journey.<br/><br/>"we have no time to spare." Kane said softly.