Sometimes, It's What You Don't Say

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My first time to share my fanfic writing.
I can't believe I'm doing this. :-)

TITLE: Sometimes, It's What You Don't Say
AUTHOR: Satin_Toile
RATING: FRC
PAIRING: Giles/Xander
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. ME and Joss own everything. I take them out, play nicely, and put them back.
TIMELINE: Early in Season 4.


"Look out, Xander!" Giles yelled, "There, to your left."
Dear God, idiot boy, your other left.
( To the Story )

Sometimes, It's What You Don't Say

[satin-toile.livejournal.com]

My first time to share my fanfic writing.
I can't believe I'm doing this. :-)

TITLE: Sometimes, It's What You Don't Say
AUTHOR: Satin_Toile
RATING: FRC
PAIRING: Giles/Xander
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. ME and Joss own everything. I take them out, play nicely, and put them back.
TIMELINE: Early in Season 4.


"Look out, Xander!" Giles yelled, "There, to your left."
Dear God, idiot boy, your other left.
( To the Story )

Regrets, Perhaps a Few

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One more little offering for the day. :-)

TITLE:Regrets, Perhaps a Few
AUTHOR:Satin_Toile
RATING:FRC
PAIRING:Giles/His past
DISCLAIMER:I own nothing. ME and Joss own everything. I take them out, play nicely, and put them back.
TIMELINE: Later in life Giles

As the old Watcher sat, gazing out the window at the horses grazing in the field, he thought back on his life. This was something he found himself doing quite often, of late. Sometimes his mind would wander to the people he'd loved and lost. There had been so many. Sometimes he'd remember the ones who hadn't died. Those who had come into his life, touch him and then moved on.

( So many memories. )

Regrets, Perhaps a Few

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One more little offering for the day. :-)

TITLE:Regrets, Perhaps a Few
AUTHOR:Satin_Toile
RATING:FRC
PAIRING:Giles/His past
DISCLAIMER:I own nothing. ME and Joss own everything. I take them out, play nicely, and put them back.
TIMELINE: Later in life Giles

As the old Watcher sat, gazing out the window at the horses grazing in the field, he thought back on his life. This was something he found himself doing quite often, of late. Sometimes his mind would wander to the people he'd loved and lost. There had been so many. Sometimes he'd remember the ones who hadn't died. Those who had come into his life, touch him and then moved on.

( So many memories. )