This week's theme is COUNTDOWN.
Any lovely Giles work will be welcomed and cherished.
By T. DunnRating: FRC
In the library, at Sunnydale High, there is a little known alcove; hidden back in the stacks. There were only two pieces of furniture in this area an overstuffed, leather chair and an end table with a reading lamp. Today Giles was squirreled away in this little alcove searching for the pivotal information Buffy needed to defeat the newest threat in the town.
Why was he here, as opposed to his office?
He was avoiding the new principal, Mr. Snyder. Giles heard, through the faculty rumor mill, the man was on a mission to find a suitable staff member to head up the talent show. By making himself scarce Giles hoped to be overlooked for such a position. The information Giles needed was elusive and needed his full attention.
Last night had been too close for comfort. Buffy had run into difficulty with this new demon and if Giles had been a minute longer, in answering his door, the outcome would not have been good. As he read he fingered a brass key. This morning before school began he stopped at the hardware store and had it made for Buffy. This way she would have access to his apartment anytime she needed.
After several cups of tea Giles couldn’t put off using the restroom any longer. He left the safety of the alcove only to be confronted by the person he was avoiding.
“Where have you been Mr. Giles? I have been in and out of here at least a dozen times.”
“Oh… um… c-correlating the magazines, shelving r-returned books. W-Work here is n-never ending.”
“Riigghht… Well, I think you need more interaction with the students. You will be the adult in charge of the talent show.”
“No buts, I’ve seen the library schedule and you have plenty of time to coordinate this. Unless of course I need to monitor your hours; Perhaps you aren’t as qualified for this position as your resume states and you have another purpose for being involved with young teenagers.”
Giles did not like what Snyder was insinuating. To prevent the man from too close a scrutiny he agreed to the position Snyder gave him.
After school hours, Giles was sitting in the auditorium trying his best to think of a positive remark for each of the students who performed their particular talent. He looked at the next on the list… Cordelia. Well she has a pleasant speaking voice; when she wanted to. She would be singing ‘The Greatest Love of All’ how bad could she be.
“Cordelia, you’re next.”
From the beginning strains to the point where he stopped her his ears were assaulted by the off pitch notes. How could she believe her voice would be something that people would want to listen to? Suddenly the strains of another song ran through his mind;
‘What would you think if I sang out of tune, would you stand up and walk out on me?’
Thankfully in tune… He sighed with renewed resolve to reacquaint his ears with actual music.
Title: The Best Sort of Painkiller
Characters: Giles, Buffy
Setting: Season 2, Dead Man’s Party
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: For fun, not profit.
Giles flexed his left hand, his fingers still stiff and sore despite weeks of physical therapy. Normally he wouldn’t acknowledge the lingering pain, but it was a constant reminder of his own failure. Angelus had done more damage than he could’ve possibly imagined in lieu of unleashing hell on earth, breaking both Watcher and Slayer.
She’d been missing for months and he was worried sick, tracking every lead. At the knock at the door, he set down his research and answered it. There she stood before him, surrounded by her friends, safe and whole. And suddenly the pain was gone.