SUMMARY: Canon-compliant; before "Bring on the Night," Season Seven.
“Be my guest,” Giles said, and folded his hands on the conference-room table. “Tell me where my information is suspect.”
Quentin Travers scowled. “It’s not the information as such, but the Watcher delivering it.”
Giles, weary of fighting these grey old men and women, weary of playing bloody Cassandra, rose. “The First Evil is coming. Make your preparations. I resign.”
“You swore an oath,” Travers said.
“And you have betrayed me time and again,” Giles said, “the contract is broken,” and shut the door behind him.
Then he sagged against old oak. Death was coming. He was on his own.