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summer_of_giles2011-06-17 10:20 pm
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Entry tags:
What Ripper Wants - Giles/Xander - 2
Title: → What Ripper Wants....
Pairing: → Giles/Xander
Prompts: →![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fc_smorgasbord #01 : Trust
Part:→ 2/10
Rating: → R
Master!post: Master
Word Count: 950
Summary: → When everything else is gone, it's time for the Watcher to let himself go and give in to what Ripper wants.....
Warning: → Top of each section
”What the fuck?!!”
It made no goddamn sense at all. Trying to sit up yet again, Xander had to accept that this wasn't one of those bizarre dreams caused by eating too much cheese. He really was tied to a bed in a bedroom that he didn't recognise, wearing an old pair of jeans and a ratty Hawaiian shirt that he hadn't seen in a good number of years. Looking around, he shook his blurry head and tried to figure out just what the hell was going on.
He'd been getting ready for bed – Anya was attending a Commerce Meeting for business owners in Sunnydale and he'd been working hard at the building site so was feeling pretty wiped. With nothing to watch on TV, he'd decided to get some much needed rest – no patrol tonight as Buffy was attending some slayer thing with Giles; Willow was having some cuddle time with Tara – time for some quality Xander time. A long bubble bath complete with toy submarine, and he was all set for bed. He remembered climbing into bed and settling down, closing his eyes and then..... nothing. Absolutely nothing. Twisting his hand, he managed to pinch himself. Not too hard – he couldn't manoeuvre his hand enough for that – but it was enough to know that he was most definitely awake and this was not a dream. The door opening caught his attention and flicking his head, he managed to shake his inexplicably overly long bangs out of his eyes.
“GILES!!! Boy, am I glad to see you! You would not believe what the hell is happening to me!”
“Ah you're awake. I wondered how long it would take but obviously the journey took something out of you.”
“Whu – what are you talking about?! Hey, G-man, this isn't making much in the way of sense – could you untie me please?!” As Giles walked closer, Xander realised something was wrong with the picture. Giles looked younger – much younger. Like only a couple of years after coming to Sunnydale young. And secondly, he didn't seem even remotely surprised to see Xander tied to a bed! This was wrong – all sorts of wrong.
“No. I don't think I can untie you, not yet anyway. I will explain things to you though – I know you always preferred to have all the facts.” Giles moved towards him and Xander found himself noting several things that were – different. There were no glasses – not dangling from his hand or being polished in an agitated fashion. There were no streaks of grey in his hair – in fact, Xander would go so far as to say that Giles looked to be in his middle 30s. And he had an earring.
“Oh crap, I fell through a portal or something didn't I?! Why me? This is so damned unfair – I was in bed!! It's not as if I was waltzing around Sunnydale looking for trouble – I had a long bath and I went to bed!! And what the hell do you think you're doing?!” This was in response to Giles putting a glass down on the bedside table as well as a large pair of shears before turning back to Xander.
“Xander, I will answer all of your questions, I promise. But first I would like you to drink this, and I need to check that you have not been injured in any way.” This was the glass that Giles had brought into the room. For some reason, the cool, calm manner in which Giles was speaking was reassuring – something was off but Xander knew he could trust Giles. After all, the man had been there for him for nearly a decade – there was no other man that he shared such history with, and he trusted him more than he did his own parents. Nodding in agreement, with Giles' assistance he sat up awkwardly and swallowed the liquid from the glass that Giles held to his mouth. It tasted absolutely foul and disgusting and he couldn't prevent the twisted look on his face as he stuck his tongue out and gagged. He smirked at the small eye roll from Giles – that look more than anything reassured him that all would be explained and everything would be alright.
“Lie back Xander.” He was feeling so much more relaxed since he had decided to trust Giles that he simply nodded and allowed himself to flop back onto the bed, a soft pillow squishing around his ears and blocking out many sounds. He could hear a scritch scritch sound and feel Giles doing something to his clothes and wondered why he wasn't feeling more curious. A cool breeze on his leg and the feel of a firm hand resting on his thigh, holding the leg of his jeans taut made him realise the scritching sound was the huge shears cutting away the tight jeans. Wait – why was Giles cutting his clothes off of him?
“Gggiilees!” His voice was blurred and sluggish, his tongue feeling thick in his mouth as he tried to ask Giles once more to explain what was going on. His body was going numb, the only reason he knew he was being turned to his side the change in perspective as his head flopped uselessly in the direction he was pushed. Tugging and the feel of cool steel against his thigh and his boxers were sliced away efficiently before Giles rolled him onto his back.
He looked up into dark eyes – eyes that looked nothing like the Giles he knew, nothing at all like the Giles he trusted – and he suddenly found himself wondering just what had been in that drink that he had so trustingly drained......
EERHT
Pairing: → Giles/Xander
Prompts: →
fc_smorgasbord #01 : Trust Part:→ 2/10
Rating: → R
Master!post: Master
Word Count: 950
Summary: → When everything else is gone, it's time for the Watcher to let himself go and give in to what Ripper wants.....
Warning: → Top of each section
”What the fuck?!!”
It made no goddamn sense at all. Trying to sit up yet again, Xander had to accept that this wasn't one of those bizarre dreams caused by eating too much cheese. He really was tied to a bed in a bedroom that he didn't recognise, wearing an old pair of jeans and a ratty Hawaiian shirt that he hadn't seen in a good number of years. Looking around, he shook his blurry head and tried to figure out just what the hell was going on.
He'd been getting ready for bed – Anya was attending a Commerce Meeting for business owners in Sunnydale and he'd been working hard at the building site so was feeling pretty wiped. With nothing to watch on TV, he'd decided to get some much needed rest – no patrol tonight as Buffy was attending some slayer thing with Giles; Willow was having some cuddle time with Tara – time for some quality Xander time. A long bubble bath complete with toy submarine, and he was all set for bed. He remembered climbing into bed and settling down, closing his eyes and then..... nothing. Absolutely nothing. Twisting his hand, he managed to pinch himself. Not too hard – he couldn't manoeuvre his hand enough for that – but it was enough to know that he was most definitely awake and this was not a dream. The door opening caught his attention and flicking his head, he managed to shake his inexplicably overly long bangs out of his eyes.
“GILES!!! Boy, am I glad to see you! You would not believe what the hell is happening to me!”
“Ah you're awake. I wondered how long it would take but obviously the journey took something out of you.”
“Whu – what are you talking about?! Hey, G-man, this isn't making much in the way of sense – could you untie me please?!” As Giles walked closer, Xander realised something was wrong with the picture. Giles looked younger – much younger. Like only a couple of years after coming to Sunnydale young. And secondly, he didn't seem even remotely surprised to see Xander tied to a bed! This was wrong – all sorts of wrong.
“No. I don't think I can untie you, not yet anyway. I will explain things to you though – I know you always preferred to have all the facts.” Giles moved towards him and Xander found himself noting several things that were – different. There were no glasses – not dangling from his hand or being polished in an agitated fashion. There were no streaks of grey in his hair – in fact, Xander would go so far as to say that Giles looked to be in his middle 30s. And he had an earring.
“Oh crap, I fell through a portal or something didn't I?! Why me? This is so damned unfair – I was in bed!! It's not as if I was waltzing around Sunnydale looking for trouble – I had a long bath and I went to bed!! And what the hell do you think you're doing?!” This was in response to Giles putting a glass down on the bedside table as well as a large pair of shears before turning back to Xander.
“Xander, I will answer all of your questions, I promise. But first I would like you to drink this, and I need to check that you have not been injured in any way.” This was the glass that Giles had brought into the room. For some reason, the cool, calm manner in which Giles was speaking was reassuring – something was off but Xander knew he could trust Giles. After all, the man had been there for him for nearly a decade – there was no other man that he shared such history with, and he trusted him more than he did his own parents. Nodding in agreement, with Giles' assistance he sat up awkwardly and swallowed the liquid from the glass that Giles held to his mouth. It tasted absolutely foul and disgusting and he couldn't prevent the twisted look on his face as he stuck his tongue out and gagged. He smirked at the small eye roll from Giles – that look more than anything reassured him that all would be explained and everything would be alright.
“Lie back Xander.” He was feeling so much more relaxed since he had decided to trust Giles that he simply nodded and allowed himself to flop back onto the bed, a soft pillow squishing around his ears and blocking out many sounds. He could hear a scritch scritch sound and feel Giles doing something to his clothes and wondered why he wasn't feeling more curious. A cool breeze on his leg and the feel of a firm hand resting on his thigh, holding the leg of his jeans taut made him realise the scritching sound was the huge shears cutting away the tight jeans. Wait – why was Giles cutting his clothes off of him?
“Gggiilees!” His voice was blurred and sluggish, his tongue feeling thick in his mouth as he tried to ask Giles once more to explain what was going on. His body was going numb, the only reason he knew he was being turned to his side the change in perspective as his head flopped uselessly in the direction he was pushed. Tugging and the feel of cool steel against his thigh and his boxers were sliced away efficiently before Giles rolled him onto his back.
He looked up into dark eyes – eyes that looked nothing like the Giles he knew, nothing at all like the Giles he trusted – and he suddenly found himself wondering just what had been in that drink that he had so trustingly drained......
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