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FIC: AS WE GO FORWARD, (Giles gen, FRT) Parts 1-3/8
Title: As We Go Forward
Author: Kelly B -![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kaymickbee
Rating: FRT
Pairing: Giles gen, some B/G subtext
Timeline: End of season seven. Spoilers for entire run of series as well as season 4 of Angel
Disclaimer: Joss/Fox/ME own it; According to Joss, all the best fans write fanfic.
SUMMARY: This is an epilogue of “Chosen,” which follows the new Slayers out of Sunnydale through Giles’ eyes. This portrait focuses on the immediate aftermath for Giles, Buffy, and the Scoobies as they regroup in L.A. Feasibly serves as a prequel to my story “Something Else,” which I may actually finish someday.
FEEDBACK: is lovely. This is my first fic in a very long time.
Distribution: This is for the 2007![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
summer_of_giles. Distribution is open if proper credit is given.
A/N: This assumes the characters’ knowledge that Angel Investigations has taken over Wolfram & Hart.
Parts 1-3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8
”Where do we go from here?
Where do we go from here?
The battle’s done, and we kinda won, so we sound our victory cheer.
Tell me, where do we go from here?” – The Scoobies, 2001
1. The Bus
It smelled.
That was the first thing he noticed as they sped away, crowded, panicked, shocked, scared, triumphant, wounded.
It had to be the blood, and probably sweat, and who knew what else.
Giles was a Watcher and even a warrior, but he was still a dignified man. He liked cleanliness. He cherished order.
The bus was dirty.
He wanted the ride to end.
2, The Hole
He wasn’t sure how Robin managed to drive, and he didn’t even realize how badly wounded the man was until they stopped at the edge of town, when the earthquake behind them stopped. Faith went to him before Giles could, so Giles looked after a few of the injured slayers. No one seemed critical, though there was a lot of blood. He was somewhat looking forward to watching their self-realization of their brand new Slayer healing.
Everyone who could exited the bus to observe the hole where Sunnydale had been. Somehow, it seemed a fitting ending to Giles. Though it had been his home for several years, held a few pleasant memories, it mostly was a place filled with too many risks, horrible losses, and costs paid by a few brave people, while those who remained blissfully ignorant turned their blind eyes and shrugged their timorous shoulders.
After a good stare at the crater, a few jokes about the likes of bloody Starbucks, and some embraces and pats, most everyone adjourned back to the bus to regroup. It was Buffy who remained then, with her back still to Giles. He knew she must have needed a moment, that she certainly deserved a private goodbye to Sunnydale. But his feet would not move; his eyes would not leave her. He stood silently and breathed shallowly, wondering if there was something he should say.
When Buffy finally turned around, it was clear she hadn’t known Giles was there. Unshed tears glistened in her eyes, and what was behind was a mix of emotions compressed over years. He looked away from them, because he couldn’t begin to process the heaviness of it all. But then, he looked down to her bleeding side, and he thought the heaviness of it would crush him.
He didn’t know whether he was allowed to touch her, so he just folded his arms to comfort himself, starting at his own blood-stained shoes.
And he felt like such a coward.
3. The Plan
Giles took over at the steering wheel. There wasn’t much choice; the only feasible back-up drivers were Buffy and Faith, perhaps Kennedy, and he’d not burden any of them with the chore. Andrew offered, and he’d considered allowing him to do so simply to distract him with the feeling of usefulness. A glance, however, at Andrew’s streaming tears dictated a refusal.
So Giles sat… sat in the lone seat, sat in traffic, sat outside a McDonald’s while Willow ordered dozen of cheeseburgers, sat momentarily to check Robin’s wounds before driving on, sat clutching a cold cup of coffee and waiting for Buffy’s report from the other end of her cell phone, sat hoping his heavy eyes wouldn’t give in and drive them off the road.
It had been Xander’s idea to make arrangements with Angel to stay in L.A. Had anyone else suggested it, Giles might have purposely driven the bus into the nearest ditch.
But, he reasoned, if Xander could put aside his personal animosity for Angel for the sake of provisions and recovery, then so could Giles.
He noticed, though, that when announcing that Angel was offering his new abundance of resources to provide everything they needed, Buffy would not meet Giles’ eyes.
She expected Giles to judge her. And really, all he wanted to do was tell her everything would be all right. He did neither.
Author: Kelly B -
kaymickbeeRating: FRT
Pairing: Giles gen, some B/G subtext
Timeline: End of season seven. Spoilers for entire run of series as well as season 4 of Angel
Disclaimer: Joss/Fox/ME own it; According to Joss, all the best fans write fanfic.
SUMMARY: This is an epilogue of “Chosen,” which follows the new Slayers out of Sunnydale through Giles’ eyes. This portrait focuses on the immediate aftermath for Giles, Buffy, and the Scoobies as they regroup in L.A. Feasibly serves as a prequel to my story “Something Else,” which I may actually finish someday.
FEEDBACK: is lovely. This is my first fic in a very long time.
Distribution: This is for the 2007
summer_of_giles. Distribution is open if proper credit is given.A/N: This assumes the characters’ knowledge that Angel Investigations has taken over Wolfram & Hart.
Parts 1-3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8
”Where do we go from here?
Where do we go from here?
The battle’s done, and we kinda won, so we sound our victory cheer.
Tell me, where do we go from here?” – The Scoobies, 2001
1. The Bus
It smelled.
That was the first thing he noticed as they sped away, crowded, panicked, shocked, scared, triumphant, wounded.
It had to be the blood, and probably sweat, and who knew what else.
Giles was a Watcher and even a warrior, but he was still a dignified man. He liked cleanliness. He cherished order.
The bus was dirty.
He wanted the ride to end.
2, The Hole
He wasn’t sure how Robin managed to drive, and he didn’t even realize how badly wounded the man was until they stopped at the edge of town, when the earthquake behind them stopped. Faith went to him before Giles could, so Giles looked after a few of the injured slayers. No one seemed critical, though there was a lot of blood. He was somewhat looking forward to watching their self-realization of their brand new Slayer healing.
Everyone who could exited the bus to observe the hole where Sunnydale had been. Somehow, it seemed a fitting ending to Giles. Though it had been his home for several years, held a few pleasant memories, it mostly was a place filled with too many risks, horrible losses, and costs paid by a few brave people, while those who remained blissfully ignorant turned their blind eyes and shrugged their timorous shoulders.
After a good stare at the crater, a few jokes about the likes of bloody Starbucks, and some embraces and pats, most everyone adjourned back to the bus to regroup. It was Buffy who remained then, with her back still to Giles. He knew she must have needed a moment, that she certainly deserved a private goodbye to Sunnydale. But his feet would not move; his eyes would not leave her. He stood silently and breathed shallowly, wondering if there was something he should say.
When Buffy finally turned around, it was clear she hadn’t known Giles was there. Unshed tears glistened in her eyes, and what was behind was a mix of emotions compressed over years. He looked away from them, because he couldn’t begin to process the heaviness of it all. But then, he looked down to her bleeding side, and he thought the heaviness of it would crush him.
He didn’t know whether he was allowed to touch her, so he just folded his arms to comfort himself, starting at his own blood-stained shoes.
And he felt like such a coward.
3. The Plan
Giles took over at the steering wheel. There wasn’t much choice; the only feasible back-up drivers were Buffy and Faith, perhaps Kennedy, and he’d not burden any of them with the chore. Andrew offered, and he’d considered allowing him to do so simply to distract him with the feeling of usefulness. A glance, however, at Andrew’s streaming tears dictated a refusal.
So Giles sat… sat in the lone seat, sat in traffic, sat outside a McDonald’s while Willow ordered dozen of cheeseburgers, sat momentarily to check Robin’s wounds before driving on, sat clutching a cold cup of coffee and waiting for Buffy’s report from the other end of her cell phone, sat hoping his heavy eyes wouldn’t give in and drive them off the road.
It had been Xander’s idea to make arrangements with Angel to stay in L.A. Had anyone else suggested it, Giles might have purposely driven the bus into the nearest ditch.
But, he reasoned, if Xander could put aside his personal animosity for Angel for the sake of provisions and recovery, then so could Giles.
He noticed, though, that when announcing that Angel was offering his new abundance of resources to provide everything they needed, Buffy would not meet Giles’ eyes.
She expected Giles to judge her. And really, all he wanted to do was tell her everything would be all right. He did neither.