The Name Game 1

Story:  #11

 Willow and Angel were sitting in the living room of hers and Tara's apartment. Willow was busy typing away on her laptop while explaining: “Okay, I finally prepared all the documents you need: For your certificate of birth I kept your date of birth and - of course modified the year which is now 1978. You were 26  when you were turned, right ?”

“Yes, Willow.”

“Okay. I even managed to hack into the records of the city of Galway, Ireland to check them. You won’t believe it but they accidentally lost data from the years 1977, 1978, 1979 and 1980. I thought that was not an opportunity to pass because this way it’s really easy for me to ‘restore’ some data which weren’t even there in the first place. They will never know the difference!”

“Wow, I’m really impressed. So I’m still Irish?”
“Yes, of course you are. Wouldn’t change that!”
“Thanks. What else?”
“Let’s see... in 1997 you first came to the U.S., green card and all.”
“How’s that?”
“Well, your were send here along with Mr. Giles by the Watchers Counsel to help the new Slayer! I mean he came here to become the librarian of Sunnydale High and you moved with him because he was your legal guardian.”
“I was sent her by the Counsel???”
“Yes! Don’t you remember?” Willow giggled. “They will back us up - you know - everything to please the resurrected Slayer!”
“The Watchers are helping with this? I must say I’m really shocked. Unbelievable. Please continue, Willow. How do I get my papers?”
“You were robbed a week ago. The thief took your briefcase with all your papers in it. You can look for details in the Sunnydale Police report.” Willow announced proudly.
“Oh, really?” now Angel grinned.
“Of course! That’s what you do when something like that happens to you. You go to the police and report. Don’t you? Now, all you have to do is go to the Irish Embassy i

n L.A. and ask for new papers. Then you go to the City Hall and ask for a new Green Card. They will find all the necessary data in their own records.”
“Willow, you are a genius. I must say I’m really, really impressed by your work. I owe you big time!”
Willow blushed. “Just make Buffy really happy for the rest of your lives and were even.”
“I will, Willow. I will.”
“Okay. So far so good. There is only one problem. So far I put ‘Angel’ in all the documents. But you have to use a full name. I think It’s finally time to reveal your big secret, Angel!”
“My big secret?” Angel asked confused.
“Your name - the one your born with!” Willow glared at him.
“I don’t know. I mean, of course I can remember it but I don’t feel like I have the right to use it. You know, after ...”
“I understand. But you know that it wasn’t your fault, right? Also it‘s a part of you. Don‘t you want to think this over?”

“Thanks, Willow. But I think I think it’s for the best to choose a new last name. But I will go with ‘Liam‘. My mother named me after her beloved grandfather - William.”
“William? That’s really funny, so you and Spike...”
“Hey! Watch it, Red! No comparisons between me and Soulboy!”
Willow giggled and said: “It’s your decision. So let’s think about a new last name.”
“I thought I just take Summers. I don’t think Buffy would mind.”
“No, I don’t think so! I believe Buffy would be pleased to take YOUR name when you marry her.”
“I haven’t even proposed, Willow!”
“But you will, right?. So you have to  have a last name of your own to give to her. Maybe Buffy wants to take your name or she thinks it’s nice to have a double name or ...” Willow was babbling.
“Okay, okay. I get it. I will choose one.”
“Fine. What about ‘Hannigan’. I heard it once, I think it’s a cool name! What do you t

hink?”
“No. I will think about a fitting Irish name!”
“I have a really good idea!” Spike shouted across the room. He was watching ‘Passion’ but was also paying attention to the creation of Angels new identity. So far he had kept quiet but now he couldn’t help himself.
Angel glared at him and Willow asked: “So what is your suggestion?”
“Poof Peaches” he giggled “Or - if you prefer - Peaches Poof!”
Then he began to laugh. Angel continued to glare at him while Willow declared: “You’re an idiot, Spike!”
Suddenly the doorbell rang. Willow opened the door to reveal Giles.
“Hello Willow, Angel and...” he stopped, looking at Spike who now was rolling on the floor, still unable to stop laughing.
“How can I help you, Giles?” Willow asked.
“Oh, I came to talk to Angel. You told me that you are working on his new identity today.”
He looked at Angel “I don’t know if you’re g

oing to take your old name or if you’re developing a completely new identity. But I thought about it and I have a suggestion for you.”
“Okay, shoot. I don’t think it could be worse than Spike’s idea.” Angel told him.
“Willow told me about the background history she created with the help of the Watcher’s Counsel. So I thought maybe we could say that you are an Irish nephew of me who came with me to Sunnydale. I know we were not always on the best of terms with one another. And there were times when I hated you even when I knew better. And I know you have no reason to accept my name. But I thought a lot about it and I believe this could be a new beginning for the both of us. And I  will also confess that this is also a really selfish idea of mine because when you and...”
Angel interrupted him grinning: “...when Buffy and I will marry one day the woman you love like a daughter will wear your name!”
Giles blushed and confessed “Yes.”

“It will be my honour to wear the name ‘Giles’ and I guess it will be a great and pleasant surprise for Buffy.”
“Does that mean you accept my idea?” Giles asked surprised.
“Yes, it does! And thanks!”
Willow looked at both of them and said: “Well then it‘s settled. I will send the prepared files. Do you have any wishes, Angel?”

Half an hour later.
Willow hit another button and declared: “Here look at the Galway City Records. There you are, Angel.” Willow pointed at the screen.
“Liam?” Giles asked.
“Yes.” Angel looked at him.
“Liam is short for William, right? So, you and Spike...”
Angel closed his eyes and groaned while an angry shout could be heard: “Bloody hell! I already said NO comparisons with the Poofter, please. I am Spike! SPIKE! No bloody Liam!”

Another hour later a young blond woman held a bouquet of beautiful flowers in her arms while she opened the card which came with them. She didn’t know the name it was signed with but the handwriting she would recognize everywhere. It read:

“My dearest Buffy,
I love you forever.
Liam Connor Giles”

The End

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