08 June 2017 @ 11:58 pm

Title:
 The Thaw
Characters: Giles, Buffy
Word Count: 100


There were just some things he didn’t want to know. When Buffy seemingly moved all her belongings into his home, he didn’t ask why, or for how long. He only counted his blessings she was there… with him.

 

In his quiet moments, he could pretend. Pretend she was staying. Pretend that anything salvageable between them hadn’t been sealed with the Hellmouth beneath the rubble that was Sunnydale.

 

Days turned to months and months to seasons. She offered no answers, but the awkwardness between them melted in the spring thaw. Finding her amidst the meadows, Giles finally invited her to stay.

 
 
08 June 2017 @ 11:43 pm
Title: Righteous Anger
Characters: Giles & Buffy
Rating: G/FRC
Word count: 200
Last line / first line: "I wasn't talking to you."
Notes: This was the first drabble idea I had and the last one I finished. It's a double drabble which is kind of cheating, but since I'm posting this under the wire anyway, it's not like anyone can play off of my last line. I'd like to offer a gigantic thank you to [personal profile] littleotter73  for all her help today when I went on my drabble writing jag. Without her as my beta, I would never have had such quick turn around. Thank you so much, dear! This one is for you!


"I wasn't talking to you. Ever."

“Buffy, please…”

But she had already stormed off. Giles closed his eyes in pain. Buffy’s animosity too closely mirrored those last terrible days in Sunnydale. But things had changed dramatically since then and Giles had too much to lose now. So, he followed her.

Her office door was unlocked, which he took as a good sign. She was facing the window and she did not turn around as he approached.

“You can’t tell me that you want to spend the rest of your life with me and then try get yourself killed in the next breath,” she told him, her rage barely contained.

“I wasn’t trying to—“

“No!” she cried, spinning around to confront him. “You took on a Grosserhässlicher demon by yourself! What the hell were you thinking?”

“I was thinking you were trapped on the other side of the door he was guarding!”

“I wasn’t!”

“I know that! Now! Buffy, I promise you, I wasn’t taking any needless risks. There’s no power on this earth that could drag me away from you.”

“You really thought I was still imprisoned?”

“Yes.”

“That Big Ugly demon didn’t stand a chance, did he?”

“No.”
 
 
Title: A Typical Conversation Between Old Marrieds
Characters: Giles & Buff
Rating: PG/FRT
Word count: 100
Last line / first line: "Sometimes I do."
Notes: In case it's not clear by the number of apocalypses, this takes place about ten years after Chosen.


“Sometimes I do wonder why I bother. It’s not like any of them listen to me.”

“Slayers today…”

“You mock, Giles, but I’m serious. I’m treated like a senile old granny. Never mind that I’ve save the world fourteen times so far.”

“Fifteen. You forgot Caracas.”

“Right. The point is that today’s Slayers do not listen to me. They think I’m clueless and old-fashioned.”

“Well, I think you’re brilliant and sexy.”

“That’s because you are trying to get into my pants.”

“I am in your pants.”

“Oh! So, you are! Well, today’s looking better already!”

“Glad to be of service.”
 
 
08 June 2017 @ 10:59 pm
Title: Late Night Run
Characters: Xander, Giles & Buffy (or at least her voice)
Rating: G/FRC
Word count: 100
Last line / first line: "There were some things he just really didn’t want to know."
Notes: Apparently my brain won't let me go too long without traveling to shippy places.


There were some things he just really didn’t want to know. Like why Giles was sneaking out of Buffy’s room in the wee hours of the morning. But never let it be said that he’d pass up such an opportunity for embarrassment.

“And what do you think you’re doing?”

“Oh! Xander! Umm…”

“Because it looks like you’re sneaking out of Buffy’s like some Lothario.”

“I was not!”

“He’s coming back. He’s going to get more condoms,” Buffy’s voice called out. Xander looked at Giles, horrified.

“We ran out,” Giles shrugged.

Right. So, the only one he’d be embarrassing was himself.
 
 
08 June 2017 @ 07:10 pm
Title: Customer Service
Characters: Anya, Giles
Rating: PG
Last line to be used as my first: “Too big for the sink.” (Thanks, [personal profile] il_mio_capitano)


Too big for the sink. Luckily, she’d come prepared. Anya grabbed the chainsaw.
 
“What in the world are you doing?” Giles bellowed.
 
Human expressions were so tricky sometimes. Case in point, Giles looked furious, but why?
 
“I'm preparing a sale, obviously. Serving our customer base. Paying your rent.”
 
Giles edged closer, then jerked away, covering his nose and mouth in — disgust — Anya ventured a guess.
 
“Good Lord! Is that a Kungai demon? In my kitchen?”
 
“Don’t be ridiculous!” Anya patted the Tak horn through her steel-reinforced glove. “The whole demon’s eight-foot tall, five hundred pounds. This is just the head.”
 
 
 
08 June 2017 @ 10:54 pm
Title: Bad Moon
Character(s): Giles, Faith

Sorry, couldn't resist. [personal profile] gilescandy's last line was far too tempting...

***

Really, it was the humming that was most disconcerting.

I mean, don’t get me wrong, the whole thing was pretty disturbing to begin with. The humming just kinda added to the general picture, you know?

There was a new Big Bad in town, this one of the Red Riding Hood variety. We tried tracking it and got sweet F. A. Not a bite (no pun intended). So instead, we try to lure the thing. And you know how that goes with Werewolves…

“Really, G?” I said. “Bad Moon Rising?”

Giles just shrugged. Well, tried to. Hands were a bit busy.

“Seemed appropriate.”
 
 
08 June 2017 @ 05:08 pm
Title:  Housing Issues
Word count: 100

Last line from DHW:  "There were some things he just really didn’t want to know."

~~~~~


There were some things he just really didn’t want to know.  The particulars of the Watcher’s bathroom habits being high on the list.  Spike groaned when his host appeared in the doorway with a book under his arm.

“Oi.  Do you have to do that in here?”

“This being the only suitable room in the flat, I can’t imagine an alternative.”  Giles yanked the shower curtain shut.  “Believe me, your company doesn’t make things any easier for me either.”

“Just take it easy.  Might wanna check your diet, mate.”

“Don’t breathe.”

Really, it was the humming that was most disconcerting.

 
 
08 June 2017 @ 07:41 pm
Title: Hubble, Bubble...
Character(s): Giles/Buffy

***

Now, this was an idea worth investigating. Or so Giles thought, as he squinted at the dusty tome before him.

The spell required three main ingredients. The first two were easy: chalk (for the circle, of course), and he had candles a-plenty in the office. However the third, the blood of a virgin, was proving a little more difficult.

Although…

He turned to face the Slayer beside him.

“Don’t look at me,” said Buffy. “No longer of the big V –”

He held up a hand to silence her.

There were some things he just really didn’t want to know.
 
 
08 June 2017 @ 01:39 pm
Title: Remember to Ask Your Watcher
Characters: Buffy & her Watchers
Rating: G/FRC
Word count: 100
Last line / first line: "Something to ask her Watcher as soon as he stopped seeing stars."
Notes: Directly related to a certain scene in 1x07.


Something to ask her Watcher, as soon as he stopped seeing stars, was why he bothered to train her in the quarterstaff, at all. She used stakes.

“Because it’s good physical conditioning,” said Merrick. “Once you’ve advanced a bit more, we’ll start training you in weapons that you’ll actually find useful on a hunt.”

But, months later, it was a different Watcher who began her weapons training. And he picked a quarterstaff, of all things, to start her off with. Seriously. She’d have to ask him if he ever bothered to read Merrick’s journals. Right after she kicked his butt.
 
 
Title: Home Invasion
Author: il-mio-capitano
Rating FRT
Characters: Giles, Ethan
Length: 100

Now this was an idea worth investigating, thought Ethan. He'd only planned to slip into Giles' apartment, then slip out again with a few valuables. But if the silly sod was taking a bath... How delicious. Really, Rupert, it's as if you're expecting me.
 
Ethan discarded his shoes and loosened his belt. Petty larceny was all good, but now there were better things he could get his hands on.
 
Two sets of screams brought Giles racing downstairs.
 
"Why the hell have you got a vampire chained in your bathtub?" Ethan spluttered.
 
Giles eyed him coldly.
 
"Too big for the sink."
 
 
 
08 June 2017 @ 10:34 am
Title: Family Matters
Characters: Giles
Rating: G/FRC
Word count: 100
Last line / first line: "The Sunnydale survivors needed better ways of making money."


The Sunnydale survivors needed better ways of making money. So, it was welcome news when a letter arrived stating that he was Richard Asquith’s sole surviving heir. He had been an elderly Watcher who had died in a Bringer attack. Giles hadn’t realized that he was related to the old goat, but, then again, most Watchers were.... He needed to talk to Willow immediately.

Between he and Robinson, they were related to most of the old Watcher families and better their money be dedicated to saving the world than go to the crown.

Now, this was an idea worth investigating.
 
 
08 June 2017 @ 01:03 pm
Title:  Scupper
Word Count: 98
Characters: Rupert Giles, Wesley Wyndam Pryce, mention of Faith and Buffy
Rating: frg

Note* Takes place mid to late season 3.  No spoilers.

To where death awaited
.

Giles sighed and reclined back into his seat, loosening his tie at the neck. He tossed the old fading book onto his desk and brought his clasped hands up to his chin. With two slayers around, the prophecies were even more vague, looking for anything to depict whether he needed to protect the dark slayer or the light slayer. He had hoped that the extra help would have been, well, helpful, but that was proving a disappointment.

Wesley stuck his head in the door. "Find anything?"


"Oh, just another apocalypse for us to scupper."

 
 
07 June 2017 @ 04:34 pm
Title: Anticipation
Characters: Giles
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 100
Setting: BtVS Season 2, Episode 17
Last line to be used as my first: “Giles started counting.” (Kudos to [personal profile] wakeupinacoma for the zinger!)



Giles started counting.

Thick with anticipation, the air congealed around him, almost immobilizing. He needed to focus on something tangible to calm his quickening breaths, to tame his bursting heart, to rein in his mind, racing wild.

So he narrowed his focus on the immediate: The stairs he could no longer feel beneath his feet. The gentle sways of his arm, the soft clicks of the bottle against the wine glasses in his hand. The scattered rose petals, a deep maroon almost black in the darkness. The flickers of the votive candles that illuminated his path.

To where death awaited.
 
 
07 June 2017 @ 11:43 pm
Title: Secret

Word Count: 100

Characters: Giles/Cordelia

Rating: frg
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“I’ll let you into a secret,” replied Giles, smirking. “I sometimes do.”
 
Cordelia raised an inquiring eyebrow: she hadn't expected an answer when she asked him if he ever let loose, not including summoning demons, as Giles walked over to the TV/VCR set and slipped in a video. She craned her neck and barely saw the faded handwritten title:
 
TRHPS '91 - London
 
He took his seat beside Cordelia, a bowl of popcorn between them.
 
"You must promise you won't tease."
 
"Not in public."
 
Giles pressed play. Cordelia's jaw dropped: a smirking Giles appeared on screen.
 
"How'd you do I..."
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Guys, I have just spent the last four hours falling into the wonderful Anthony Head rabbit hole on YouTube and was so glad that I found a last line I could use to post this.  

And if anyone wants an idea of what Cordy is seeing, YouTube Anthony Head Rocky Horror and thank me later.

 
 
Current Music: The Rocky Horror Picture Show
 
 
07 June 2017 @ 10:23 pm
Title: Snap!
Character(s): Giles, Buffy, Spike
A/N: Last line (and the term 'Idiot features') courtesy of the wonderful Cabin Pressure. After a day of incessant listening, it appears some of it got lodged in my brain.

***

Giles started counting.

One. Two. Three…

“Ow! Bloody hell!”

New record.

Buffy poked her head around the bathroom door, hair wet from the shower.

“Giles?” she said slowly, her eyes darting between the Watcher and his houseguest. “Why is Spike bleeding all over the kitchen?”

“Idiot features over there was trying to steal my Weetabix,” said Giles, glancing over at the Vampire.

“So you put a mousetrap in the box?”

“Yep.”

“I bet you think you’re dead clever,” grumbled Spike, prising the makeshift booby-trap from his pinkie.

“I’ll let you into a secret,” replied Giles, smirking. “I sometimes do.”
 
 
I'm following on from 'Giles started counting', because I had this idea for it that I just couldn't shake.


Title: Busted Flush
Author: il-mio-capitano
Length: 100
Characters: Giles
Rating: FRC


Giles started counting his winnings when the young croupier touched his elbow.

"Could you step this way, please?"

He was led through dingy corridors until he found himself outside among the garbage bins, facing a slick haired casino manager, and a number of burly gentlemen, all apparently having been squeezed into their suits after a hard day's cage fighting.

"I don't know what you did, but you will never come back here again. Understand?"

Giles nodded vigorously, and to his relief, they turned, leaving both his winnings and his face intact.

The Sunnydale survivors needed better ways of making money.
 
 
06 June 2017 @ 04:09 pm
Title: Routine
Word Count:
 100
Characters: Buffy with a mention of Giles


In the darkness there was the sound of screaming and the scent of dust upon the midnight breeze: the hallmark of a routine patrol on an ordinary night in a dingy town founded atop the mouth of hell. No big.

 

Buffy casually twirled her stake. Five tonight. Three journeymen with a yen to take on the Slayer and two hapless fledglings. She wasn’t sure why they were called fledglings. Maybe it had something to do with the whole vamps turning into bats thing. Was that even a thing?

 

Something to ask her Watcher as soon as he stopped seeing stars.



**Edited to fix the first line. I had originally copied it down incorrectly.

 
 
06 June 2017 @ 06:54 pm
Drabbles! *bounces*

From the last line of the lovely [personal profile] wakeupinacoma 's drabble...

Title: Nursery Rhymes
Word Count: 100
Character(s): Giles
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Giles started counting.

One for sorrow. Two for mirth.

From his place in the shadows, he could see dark shapes moving silently amongst the graves.

Three for a funeral. Four for a birth.

Vampires all, freshly dead, their bodies still bearing the sickly-sweet stench of decay, their eyes not yet accustomed to the night.

Five for heaven.

His breath quickened, his heart pounding against the confines of his chest, as they drew ever nearer.

Six for hell.

Closer. Closer.

Seven for the devil…

In the darkness, there was the sound of screaming and the scent of dust upon the midnight breeze.

---

 
 
06 June 2017 @ 02:09 pm
Ah, il_mio_capitano. Thanks for that beautiful last line that fits so well for my favourite character.
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Title: Tally
Word Count: 100
Rating: FRG
Pairing: Giles/Cordelia/Xander (Platonic)
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"I wasn't talking to you."

Giles looked up as Cordelia snapped at Xander.

It was warming, knowing some frostiness remained between them. Something that made nights of research bearable was knowing they would be sprinkled with insults. Once he'd gotten used to Cordelia, he delighted in tallying each quip. Whomever had the highest tally won, unless a low tally had an incredible stinger. Cordelia usually won - sometimes it would take everything Giles had to keep from clapping for the girl who would, undoubtedly, go far.

And Xander was silenced. A blessing really.

The verbal sparring began.

Giles started counting.

 
 
Current Mood: giddy
 
 
06 June 2017 @ 10:46 am
As we have a few consecutive days with no sign-ups, it seems a good time to play first line/last line drabble challenge.

The Rules are:
1. Open to everyone from now until end of June 8th. After that, no more please as we will be back to regular posting days.
2. Drabbles only of 100 word length exactly (though I'm not going to count).
3. Your drabble must begin by using the last line of a previous drabble. One long chain of drabbles is good, but you are free to pick up any last line. A last line can be used more than once.
4. Create a new post each time (keeps it easier to track).

I get to go first! My thanks to [personal profile] quaggy for this prompt. Also my apologies for using it in only a drabble. Hope you don't mind too much.

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Title: Shooty Dog Blues

Author: il-mio-capitano

length: 100

 

 "<<Exterminate! Exterminate!>>"

 

Joyfully, Giles worked the control paddle and his model Dalek patrolled officiously around his office and then out into the corridor. It was highly unprofessional but clearly the best Christmas present ever he'd ever had.

 

"<<K-9 will engage!>>"

 

From out of Xander's office, another Dr Who toy appeared and, much to the disapproval of the rest of the staff, the two locked in deadly laser battle. Giles fired but Xander was quicker and the Dalek lost power on a direct hit.

 

"Bad dog," snarled Giles.

 

The dog's antenna ears wiggled proudly.

 

"<<Affirmative>>."

 

"I wasn't talking to you."