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shadowscast.livejournal.comGreetings, all! It's after midnight in my time zone, so I declare my posting day to have begun!
Today I will be bringing you one fic in eight parts (plus an epilogue). I'll be posting the chapters one at a time throughout the day, because that's how I get my kicks. Of course, after this chapter I'll be going to bed, so the next one won't show up until morning ... but I'll set my alarm for really early!
But first, a huge thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
yourlibrarian for beta-reading (including totally kicking my ass when I needed it), for helping me figure out what to do next when I got stuck, and, actually, for talking me into signing up in the first place! Also thanks to shapinglight for making sure that my Giles and Spike actually sound like they're English.
TITLE: It Never Happened (part 1 of 8)
AUTHOR:shadowscast
PAIRING: Giles/Spike
RATING: R
GENRE: h/c
LENGTH: 37,000 words
SUMMARY: It's the summer of 2001. Buffy is buried under a stone that says "She saved the world. A lot." Those she left behind are struggling to figure out how to live in a world without her, and how to continue to protect it.
WARNING: I wanted this story to fit perfectly into the gap between S5 and S6. So if you think about it, you already know how it ends.
FEEDBACK: Honestly? I crave it.
DISCLAIMER: The characters and the world belong to Joss, but he did say that we could play with them. This story was written for fun, not profit.
Chapter One
“This is pointless,” Xander complained, carelessly flipping a page of the fragile old book Giles had tasked him with. “We killed the demon.”
“Spike killed the demon,” Dawn pointed out. “The rest of us just kind of stood around and watched.”
Anya looked up from her own research, offended. “I tried to hit it with my flashlight. And what did I get for my trouble? A ten dollar dry-cleaning bill, that’s what.”
“It was pretty goopy, after a while,” Willow agreed.
“And it’s dead,” Xander reiterated. “Which brings me back to my point about pointlessness.”
( Giles tried to rein in his irritation. )
Today I will be bringing you one fic in eight parts (plus an epilogue). I'll be posting the chapters one at a time throughout the day, because that's how I get my kicks. Of course, after this chapter I'll be going to bed, so the next one won't show up until morning ... but I'll set my alarm for really early!
But first, a huge thanks to
yourlibrarian for beta-reading (including totally kicking my ass when I needed it), for helping me figure out what to do next when I got stuck, and, actually, for talking me into signing up in the first place! Also thanks to shapinglight for making sure that my Giles and Spike actually sound like they're English.TITLE: It Never Happened (part 1 of 8)
AUTHOR:
shadowscastPAIRING: Giles/Spike
RATING: R
GENRE: h/c
LENGTH: 37,000 words
SUMMARY: It's the summer of 2001. Buffy is buried under a stone that says "She saved the world. A lot." Those she left behind are struggling to figure out how to live in a world without her, and how to continue to protect it.
WARNING: I wanted this story to fit perfectly into the gap between S5 and S6. So if you think about it, you already know how it ends.
FEEDBACK: Honestly? I crave it.
DISCLAIMER: The characters and the world belong to Joss, but he did say that we could play with them. This story was written for fun, not profit.
“This is pointless,” Xander complained, carelessly flipping a page of the fragile old book Giles had tasked him with. “We killed the demon.”
“Spike killed the demon,” Dawn pointed out. “The rest of us just kind of stood around and watched.”
Anya looked up from her own research, offended. “I tried to hit it with my flashlight. And what did I get for my trouble? A ten dollar dry-cleaning bill, that’s what.”
“It was pretty goopy, after a while,” Willow agreed.
“And it’s dead,” Xander reiterated. “Which brings me back to my point about pointlessness.”
( Giles tried to rein in his irritation. )
