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Meeting the Prime Minister - Giles/Michael
*hangs head in shame* I apologise in advance for this one *grin*
I'm stopping for today...
Meeting the Prime Minister
Author: Lilithangel
Email: abchainey@xtra.co.nz
Website: www.livejournal.com/users/lilithbint
Fandom: Xover BtVS/Little Britain
Genre: humour, mild slashy overtones
Warning: see above
Rating: G/Teen
Characters: Giles, Sebastian, Michael
Summary: Giles as new head of the Watchers Council is summoned to meet the Prime Minister and explain what happened when the Council building was blown up.
I am very sorry for this, I don’t know what I was thinking… alright I do know what I was thinking and it was very naughty…
If you don’t know Little Britain you can find details of the show here http://www.bbc.co.uk/comedy/littlebritain/characters/sebastian.shtml
“Prime Minister,” a voice in the doorway startled Giles, “what on earth were you thinking with that ensemble?”
A thin blond man flounced over to Giles and gave him the once over, “tweed, I told you never to wear tweed,” the frown on the narrow features deepened, “you’re not the Prime Minister.”
“No, I’m Rupert Giles,” Giles said, “I have an appointment with the Prime Minister though.”
“Well for a second there I was totally fooled,” the young man walked around Giles checking him up and down, “but now it is obvious.”
“What’s obvious?” Giles tried to follow the critical gaze.
“That you’re not the Prime Minister,” the blond rolled his eyes, “you’re more tweedy for a start and older.”
“I beg your pardon?” Giles stopped turning, “who are you?”
“I am the Prime Minister’s personal assistant, Sebastian. Really I don’t know what came over me thinking you were him,” Sebastian continued standing with his hands on his hips.
“Sebastian?” a questioning voice turned them both around.
“Your next appointment is here and he isn’t anywhere near a handsome as you,” Sebastian flounced over to the Prime Minister.
“Rupert Giles,” Giles approached the man who looked eerily familiar with his hand out.
“Hello,” the Prime Minister took Giles’ hand between both of his and shook it, “amazing,” he kept hold of Giles’ hand much to Sebastian’s obvious annoyance.
The PM took Giles over to the sofa and they sat down still looking at each other in bemusement.
“What can I do for you?” the PM asked Giles still holding his hand.
“You asked me here, Prime Minister, regarding the destruction of the Watcher’s Council,” Giles said.
“I did?” the PM smiled blankly, “then you must tell me all about it.”
“Cup of tea?” the ignored Sebastian leaned over the sofa and got between the two men.
“Yes, thank you,” both said absently.
Giles could see the similarities as well as the differences in the face in front of him. It really showed how out of touch he had been in California that he had never seen a picture of the new Prime Minister before.
“It is rather a long story,” Giles started but was interrupted by Sebastian bringing in a tea tray and sitting between them.
“Shall I be mother?” Sebastian asked, “I know exactly how you like it,” he said to the PM, “you?” he turned to Giles.
“Just a bit of lemon,” Giles answered surprised by the hostility.
Sebastian poured the tea managing to break the line of sight between the PM and Giles no matter which way they moved.
“Just like me,” the PM added with a smile.
“Yes,” Giles smiled back, “Prime Minister…”
“Please call me Michael,” the PM said.
Sebastian handed out the cups of tea ensuring some of Giles’ sloshed over the saucer.
“Michael,” Giles smiled again oblivious to Sebastian’s pout, “how much do you know about the Watchers Council?”
“I’m not sure, Sebastian?” Michael asked.
“One moment Prime Minister,” reluctantly Sebastian got up and went to fetch a file.
“Remarkable isn’t it?” Michael looked at Giles.
“It is,” Giles agreed, “we really should compare family trees.”
“Yes we should, over drinks perhaps?” Michael suggested.
“That would be lovely,” Giles said just as Sebastian plonked himself down between them again.
“Here you go,” Sebastian handed Michael a file, “bunch of crazy old duffers, been around since the year dot all very secretive and hush hush,” he said.
“Well you don’t look like an old duffer Rupert, can I call you Rupert?” Michael said.
“Of course you can Michael,” Giles blushed.
Sebastian’s expression was getting darker and darker as the two men flirted, and he wriggled further between them pushing Giles against the arm of the sofa.
“The Watchers Council is a very old institution yes,” Giles said, “and has always had the highest levels of confidentiality.”
“Ah,” Michael took in the significant look Giles cast at Sebastian, “Sebastian if you wouldn’t mind leaving us.”
Sebastian huffed and got reluctantly to his feet.
“Thank you Sebastian,” Michael said.
Sebastian moved slowly to the door leaning around it as he left and shut it behind him.
“Now,” Michael edged closer to Giles just as the door was flung open again and Sebastian flounced back for the tea tray.
Leaning over to pick up the tea cups Sebastian glared at Giles who stared blandly back.
They waited until Sebastian left again and then Giles explained to Michael what the Council was and what they did. Michael was remarkably calm about the existence of vampires and demons causing Giles to check that he had understood.
“You forget I am in politics Giles,” Michael smiled and moved closer to Giles, “I have seen things that would make your hair curl.”
“Maybe we should compare war stories,” Giles said.
“That sounds like a wonderful idea,” Michael agreed.
At that moment a head appeared behind the sofa as Sebastian glared at Giles.
Giles jumped and blushed removing his glasses for polishing to hide his embarrassment.
“Prime Minister, your next appointment is here,” Sebastian smirked at Giles, “that really important man from America.”
“You mean the President,” Michael said.
“Whoever,” Sebastian said.
Giles stood up and shook Michael’s hand, “I should be going.”
“Yes you should,” Sebastian agreed pulling his hand free.
“Tomorrow night?” Michael asked, “I’ll send my driver.”
“That would be lovely,” Giles agreed as Sebastian shoved him out of the room.
He certainly hadn’t expected this when he went to meet the Prime Minister.
THE END
I'm stopping for today...
Meeting the Prime Minister
Author: Lilithangel
Email: abchainey@xtra.co.nz
Website: www.livejournal.com/users/lilithbint
Fandom: Xover BtVS/Little Britain
Genre: humour, mild slashy overtones
Warning: see above
Rating: G/Teen
Characters: Giles, Sebastian, Michael
Summary: Giles as new head of the Watchers Council is summoned to meet the Prime Minister and explain what happened when the Council building was blown up.
I am very sorry for this, I don’t know what I was thinking… alright I do know what I was thinking and it was very naughty…
If you don’t know Little Britain you can find details of the show here http://www.bbc.co.uk/comedy/littlebritain/characters/sebastian.shtml
“Prime Minister,” a voice in the doorway startled Giles, “what on earth were you thinking with that ensemble?”
A thin blond man flounced over to Giles and gave him the once over, “tweed, I told you never to wear tweed,” the frown on the narrow features deepened, “you’re not the Prime Minister.”
“No, I’m Rupert Giles,” Giles said, “I have an appointment with the Prime Minister though.”
“Well for a second there I was totally fooled,” the young man walked around Giles checking him up and down, “but now it is obvious.”
“What’s obvious?” Giles tried to follow the critical gaze.
“That you’re not the Prime Minister,” the blond rolled his eyes, “you’re more tweedy for a start and older.”
“I beg your pardon?” Giles stopped turning, “who are you?”
“I am the Prime Minister’s personal assistant, Sebastian. Really I don’t know what came over me thinking you were him,” Sebastian continued standing with his hands on his hips.
“Sebastian?” a questioning voice turned them both around.
“Your next appointment is here and he isn’t anywhere near a handsome as you,” Sebastian flounced over to the Prime Minister.
“Rupert Giles,” Giles approached the man who looked eerily familiar with his hand out.
“Hello,” the Prime Minister took Giles’ hand between both of his and shook it, “amazing,” he kept hold of Giles’ hand much to Sebastian’s obvious annoyance.
The PM took Giles over to the sofa and they sat down still looking at each other in bemusement.
“What can I do for you?” the PM asked Giles still holding his hand.
“You asked me here, Prime Minister, regarding the destruction of the Watcher’s Council,” Giles said.
“I did?” the PM smiled blankly, “then you must tell me all about it.”
“Cup of tea?” the ignored Sebastian leaned over the sofa and got between the two men.
“Yes, thank you,” both said absently.
Giles could see the similarities as well as the differences in the face in front of him. It really showed how out of touch he had been in California that he had never seen a picture of the new Prime Minister before.
“It is rather a long story,” Giles started but was interrupted by Sebastian bringing in a tea tray and sitting between them.
“Shall I be mother?” Sebastian asked, “I know exactly how you like it,” he said to the PM, “you?” he turned to Giles.
“Just a bit of lemon,” Giles answered surprised by the hostility.
Sebastian poured the tea managing to break the line of sight between the PM and Giles no matter which way they moved.
“Just like me,” the PM added with a smile.
“Yes,” Giles smiled back, “Prime Minister…”
“Please call me Michael,” the PM said.
Sebastian handed out the cups of tea ensuring some of Giles’ sloshed over the saucer.
“Michael,” Giles smiled again oblivious to Sebastian’s pout, “how much do you know about the Watchers Council?”
“I’m not sure, Sebastian?” Michael asked.
“One moment Prime Minister,” reluctantly Sebastian got up and went to fetch a file.
“Remarkable isn’t it?” Michael looked at Giles.
“It is,” Giles agreed, “we really should compare family trees.”
“Yes we should, over drinks perhaps?” Michael suggested.
“That would be lovely,” Giles said just as Sebastian plonked himself down between them again.
“Here you go,” Sebastian handed Michael a file, “bunch of crazy old duffers, been around since the year dot all very secretive and hush hush,” he said.
“Well you don’t look like an old duffer Rupert, can I call you Rupert?” Michael said.
“Of course you can Michael,” Giles blushed.
Sebastian’s expression was getting darker and darker as the two men flirted, and he wriggled further between them pushing Giles against the arm of the sofa.
“The Watchers Council is a very old institution yes,” Giles said, “and has always had the highest levels of confidentiality.”
“Ah,” Michael took in the significant look Giles cast at Sebastian, “Sebastian if you wouldn’t mind leaving us.”
Sebastian huffed and got reluctantly to his feet.
“Thank you Sebastian,” Michael said.
Sebastian moved slowly to the door leaning around it as he left and shut it behind him.
“Now,” Michael edged closer to Giles just as the door was flung open again and Sebastian flounced back for the tea tray.
Leaning over to pick up the tea cups Sebastian glared at Giles who stared blandly back.
They waited until Sebastian left again and then Giles explained to Michael what the Council was and what they did. Michael was remarkably calm about the existence of vampires and demons causing Giles to check that he had understood.
“You forget I am in politics Giles,” Michael smiled and moved closer to Giles, “I have seen things that would make your hair curl.”
“Maybe we should compare war stories,” Giles said.
“That sounds like a wonderful idea,” Michael agreed.
At that moment a head appeared behind the sofa as Sebastian glared at Giles.
Giles jumped and blushed removing his glasses for polishing to hide his embarrassment.
“Prime Minister, your next appointment is here,” Sebastian smirked at Giles, “that really important man from America.”
“You mean the President,” Michael said.
“Whoever,” Sebastian said.
Giles stood up and shook Michael’s hand, “I should be going.”
“Yes you should,” Sebastian agreed pulling his hand free.
“Tomorrow night?” Michael asked, “I’ll send my driver.”
“That would be lovely,” Giles agreed as Sebastian shoved him out of the room.
He certainly hadn’t expected this when he went to meet the Prime Minister.
THE END
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Well Done
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glad you enjoyed
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How can you not find such a gorgeous hunk of man in a black leather thong (well-filled I might add) to be not sexy?
Would love to see more of this *sends carrots to your bunny*
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bunny has chowed down on the carrots and started hopping around in my vision again.
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Ha! I see Sebastian's face when I read this.
Oh my gosh, you have their voices perfectly. I love the little flirting between Michael and Giles.
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I adore Sebastian's possessiveness with Michael and his lack of awareness *grin*
I am glad the voices worked,
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so yummy!
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glad you liked it
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*scampers off to trawl through your LJ*
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I have to confess once the idea took me I couldn't stop writing it,
thank you.