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summer_of_giles2011-06-18 02:17 pm
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Entry tags:
What Ripper Wants - Giles/Xander - 3
Title: → What Ripper Wants....
Pairing: → Giles/Xander
Prompts: →![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fc_smorgasbord #02 : Truth
Part:→ 3/10
Rating: → R
Master!post:Master
Word Count: 1146
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
He had no idea how long he'd been out – his mouth felt clammy, like he'd had a good night out drinking and was paying the price. At least he didn't have a headache. His hands were free and pushing himself up into a sitting position he looked around the room. It was just a bedroom – nothing special about it. Which could not be said about the bed.
The bed was huge: intricate, scrolled ironwork on the headboard and a huge deep red spread that was currently pooled around his hips. His naked hips. He lifted up the spread, knowing before he looked that Giles had cut all of his clothes off of him. It made him feel vulnerable, more vulnerable than the knowledge that Giles had drugged him. There might still be an explanation for that – something that made sense out of this whole effed up situation.
Realising he needed the bathroom, he turned intending to swing his feet from the bed only to discover that his ankle was chained to the footer of the bed. Okay, there was nothing that could explain this, absolutely nothing.
“Giles? GILES!” He didn't care how loud he was – if Giles had a problem with his neighbours hearing screaming then he shouldn't tie unwilling people up on his bed, and how freaky did that sound?!! He was about to scream again when the door opened and Giles came in. And in the daylight streaming from the window he could see that this was not HIS Giles.
All of the things he had noticed before – the hair, the lack of glasses, the earring – all of them were there for him to see in the plain light of day. But the biggest clue that this wasn't his Giles? The eyes. Giles had the warmest, kindest eyes even when he was pissed off at you for spilling soda on a book, or rolling them at being called G-man yet again. The eyes staring at Xander now, roving over his face and chest in a way that made his skin creep and prickles run up and down his spine were not warm and kind. They were predatory, assessing – possessive?
Xander ran his fingers through his hair, noting yet again that it was way longer than he had worn it for years. Strangely his hand caught his attention as he went to drop it to his side. There were no calluses; all of the knuckles were straight; there were no bruises from the accident he had had on site the other day – he would go so far as to say this wasn't HIS hand. What the fuck?!
“Don't panic. Please. I brought you this – it's safe, just orange juice. And I did promise to explain to you.”
“This better be a damned good explanation because right now, I'm seriously wigged here. Who the hell are you and who am I?!”
“You're you. Xander Harris. Just not the you you were.”
“Well that was real clear. Wanna try that again?”
“Take this. Look, it's perfectly safe.” Taking a large sip from the glass, Giles handed it over and seeing that he suffered no ill effects Xander accepted the drink. Sipping carefully, he scrutinised Giles, cataloguing all of the differences and there were many. At least he wasn't a vampire – the sunlight pretty much took care of that concern. “You weren't far wrong when you said you had fallen down a portal. Except it wasn't quite like that. I brought you here. I performed a spell and brought your spiritual essence – what makes you you, if you like – here to this dimension.”
“What? WHY?! What the - “
“Look, this will go a lot smoother if you just let me talk, alright? You can ask your questions afterwards if I haven't managed to answer them sufficiently. You are not in your own dimension and you are not in your own body. You are in the body of the Xander Harris that existed here. He was killed by vampires a short time ago. I managed to do a healing spell so your throat is no longer torn out, and I believe this body may be approximately five years younger than you are in your dimension.”
“I'm dead?”
“In this dimension, yes. As is Buffy and Angel. Willow is in a mental institution.”
“What – what about Oz?”
“Oz?? Who is Oz?”
“Er – Daniel Osbourne. We called him Oz. He's a werewolf.”
“No – we haven't met Oz in this dimension. Or he hasn't become part of our group. I knew there would be differences – I tried to look into your dimension but wasn't always able to get clear images.”
“Wait – why am I here? I mean, why me?? If there's something wrong here, if you need help I'm probably the last person you want.”
“No, Xander, that is where you are completely wrong. You are exactly the person I want. In fact, you are the only person I want.”
“Whoa! Okay, look, I don't know what sort of relationship you and your Xander had but I don't swing that way. Nothing homophobic about it – living with Anya means I am more than aware of any homosexual leanings I may have and not wigged in the slightest. But if you're looking for – wait, what ARE you looking for?? How did I get here?!”
“I brought you here. I lost everything – my slayer, the witch I was training, my - you. I have no career as I have zero desire to return to the Watcher's Council to join the ranks of the Watchers that survived their Slayers. There is nothing tying me here. What I want is something for me now. Life has taken everything important away from me and I decided enough was enough. I want you and I intend to have you.”
“You are out of your friggin' tree! Let me go right now! Have you lost your mind? My Giles, Buffy, Willow – all of them are going to be looking for me and you are in for a world of trouble when they find out - “
“Why would they be looking for you? Think about it – I know you're not stupid Xander. If you're in this body, whose essence do you think is in your body?”
RUOF
Pairing: → Giles/Xander
Prompts: →
fc_smorgasbord #02 : Truth Part:→ 3/10
Rating: → R
Master!post:Master
Word Count: 1146
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
He had no idea how long he'd been out – his mouth felt clammy, like he'd had a good night out drinking and was paying the price. At least he didn't have a headache. His hands were free and pushing himself up into a sitting position he looked around the room. It was just a bedroom – nothing special about it. Which could not be said about the bed.
The bed was huge: intricate, scrolled ironwork on the headboard and a huge deep red spread that was currently pooled around his hips. His naked hips. He lifted up the spread, knowing before he looked that Giles had cut all of his clothes off of him. It made him feel vulnerable, more vulnerable than the knowledge that Giles had drugged him. There might still be an explanation for that – something that made sense out of this whole effed up situation.
Realising he needed the bathroom, he turned intending to swing his feet from the bed only to discover that his ankle was chained to the footer of the bed. Okay, there was nothing that could explain this, absolutely nothing.
“Giles? GILES!” He didn't care how loud he was – if Giles had a problem with his neighbours hearing screaming then he shouldn't tie unwilling people up on his bed, and how freaky did that sound?!! He was about to scream again when the door opened and Giles came in. And in the daylight streaming from the window he could see that this was not HIS Giles.
All of the things he had noticed before – the hair, the lack of glasses, the earring – all of them were there for him to see in the plain light of day. But the biggest clue that this wasn't his Giles? The eyes. Giles had the warmest, kindest eyes even when he was pissed off at you for spilling soda on a book, or rolling them at being called G-man yet again. The eyes staring at Xander now, roving over his face and chest in a way that made his skin creep and prickles run up and down his spine were not warm and kind. They were predatory, assessing – possessive?
Xander ran his fingers through his hair, noting yet again that it was way longer than he had worn it for years. Strangely his hand caught his attention as he went to drop it to his side. There were no calluses; all of the knuckles were straight; there were no bruises from the accident he had had on site the other day – he would go so far as to say this wasn't HIS hand. What the fuck?!
“Don't panic. Please. I brought you this – it's safe, just orange juice. And I did promise to explain to you.”
“This better be a damned good explanation because right now, I'm seriously wigged here. Who the hell are you and who am I?!”
“You're you. Xander Harris. Just not the you you were.”
“Well that was real clear. Wanna try that again?”
“Take this. Look, it's perfectly safe.” Taking a large sip from the glass, Giles handed it over and seeing that he suffered no ill effects Xander accepted the drink. Sipping carefully, he scrutinised Giles, cataloguing all of the differences and there were many. At least he wasn't a vampire – the sunlight pretty much took care of that concern. “You weren't far wrong when you said you had fallen down a portal. Except it wasn't quite like that. I brought you here. I performed a spell and brought your spiritual essence – what makes you you, if you like – here to this dimension.”
“What? WHY?! What the - “
“Look, this will go a lot smoother if you just let me talk, alright? You can ask your questions afterwards if I haven't managed to answer them sufficiently. You are not in your own dimension and you are not in your own body. You are in the body of the Xander Harris that existed here. He was killed by vampires a short time ago. I managed to do a healing spell so your throat is no longer torn out, and I believe this body may be approximately five years younger than you are in your dimension.”
“I'm dead?”
“In this dimension, yes. As is Buffy and Angel. Willow is in a mental institution.”
“What – what about Oz?”
“Oz?? Who is Oz?”
“Er – Daniel Osbourne. We called him Oz. He's a werewolf.”
“No – we haven't met Oz in this dimension. Or he hasn't become part of our group. I knew there would be differences – I tried to look into your dimension but wasn't always able to get clear images.”
“Wait – why am I here? I mean, why me?? If there's something wrong here, if you need help I'm probably the last person you want.”
“No, Xander, that is where you are completely wrong. You are exactly the person I want. In fact, you are the only person I want.”
“Whoa! Okay, look, I don't know what sort of relationship you and your Xander had but I don't swing that way. Nothing homophobic about it – living with Anya means I am more than aware of any homosexual leanings I may have and not wigged in the slightest. But if you're looking for – wait, what ARE you looking for?? How did I get here?!”
“I brought you here. I lost everything – my slayer, the witch I was training, my - you. I have no career as I have zero desire to return to the Watcher's Council to join the ranks of the Watchers that survived their Slayers. There is nothing tying me here. What I want is something for me now. Life has taken everything important away from me and I decided enough was enough. I want you and I intend to have you.”
“You are out of your friggin' tree! Let me go right now! Have you lost your mind? My Giles, Buffy, Willow – all of them are going to be looking for me and you are in for a world of trouble when they find out - “
“Why would they be looking for you? Think about it – I know you're not stupid Xander. If you're in this body, whose essence do you think is in your body?”
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What is going on? Why is there no Oz? Does that mean this dimension isn't our dimension? Were Giles and Xander together in this dimesion? How can you transport dead essence to another dimension shouldn't it have already passed into another dimension on its own? Oh I am confuzzled.(but in a good way)
XDD
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