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summer_of_giles2008-06-27 05:47 pm
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Fic: The New Slayer Part Three
Title: The New Slayer (3/?)
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lilruca
Rating: PG 13 (I think)
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Giles/Faith
Warnings: Season 3, Slightly AU
Disclaimer: I'd really LIKE to own Faith and Giles...But I don't.
Summary: Giles visits Faith in the hospital and thinks about the death that changed them...the death that changed him.
Things had spiralled out of control so quickly that Rupert Giles was still reeling. It had started with more confusion and betrayals. The climax had been an accident, a terrible accident to be sure, but not an unheard of happening. A human had been staked.
Faith had come to him, dark, brooding and troubled. She had come into the library and looked at him so helplessly, her arms around herself. Immediately he had gone to her, held her close and kissed her hair. They had gone into his office and he closed the door so that he might kiss her, comfort her. Only she refused him. She had told him what happened – what had really happened. Together, they sat in silence and then she spoke again. “Buffy…she needs someone to blame. So make me the bad guy.”
“This was an accident, Faith. It happens far more often than anyone would care to admit. No one is the ‘bad guy’.” Rupert protested immediately.
Faith leaned forward in her chair. “Your Slayer is too good an’ innocent to get that and you know it! She won’t understand a pointless death like that. Make. Me. The. Bad. One.” She pounded her fist on his desk and he jumped. Her head suddenly snapped towards the office door, hearing Buffy before he did.
“Giles?!” The blonde had called desperately. “Giles!”
“She’s the good Slayer.” Faith whispered, leaning back once more.
Rupert slowly, unhappily, emerged from his office. “Buffy.”
“Something’s happened! We were – ”
“I know. Faith told me all about it.” He replied gravely, still not sure about the ruse Faith wanted to play and undecided if he would play along or not.
Faith sauntered out and said how she had told him that it had been Buffy to kill the man. She looked between Buffy’s shocked expression and Rupert’s grim one then left the library.
After a few moments of Buffy attempting to clear her name, Giles told her that Faith was not a very good liar. Only, it seemed that she was because he was the only one to see her so clearly.
After that, things only seemed to tumble further and faster out of the realm of making sense.
Faith had gone in as a double agent and no one, not even he, knew which side she truly played for. Buffy grew to hate the new Slayer as much as she cherished Willow, Xander and even Cordelia. Then there was the last straw in Buffy’s eyes. Faith poisoned Angel. The antidote was the blood of a Slayer and Buffy intended to give Faith over to him to feed to his heart’s content.
The two Slayers battled in a brilliant spectacle that a vague part of Rupert wished he could have witnessed and the rest of him was more than glad that he had not. It ended with Buffy stabbing Faith with her own knife. But Faith would not give herself over that easily and thus let herself fall from her apartment balcony, depriving Buffy and Angel of her blood.
Buffy gave herself to Angel, risking her life to save his. Rupert had been furious and much of that fury had been taken out on Angel. Because he couldn’t take it out on Buffy. He was afraid of how far it would go if he let it begin.
Buffy had stabbed Faith in the stomach. And it had ended in death.
Rupert Giles sat alone in sunless basement where they had moved Faith in the months since her arrival. There had been no change. He held her limp hand in his own and thought about what was lost. He often wondered what went on in Faith’s mind as she lay, still as death save the steady rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. She breathed on her own, without a ventilator. The only things attached to her were the IV, and monitors for her heart rate, oxygen levels and blood pressure. They didn’t even bother with the brain activity monitor anymore. His free hand moved to lay upon Faith’s stomach, flat and a little softer as her muscles slowly relaxed. Though they refused to atrophy, as though she intended any moment to wake up and start fighting again. Fighting a fight that anyone could see, that is for Rupert wasn’t foolish enough to think she didn’t fight every moment of every day while she lay in this forsaken coma.
A coma brought on by her own knife. By Buffy’s hand. A coma that had cost them the life of their child.
Tears welled in his eyes and a single one made its way down his face as he thought of the day she had told him. It was before the spiralling free fall, before the death of Finch.
They had been in his flat, Buffy having already called to say she’d see him in the morning at school and so they knew they were free to do as they pleased. They were having dinner together on the sofa, making jokes and feeding one another and generally being silly. She went to the bathroom and when she returned, she looked pensive. “Do I look fat?” She asked seriously, a frown on her lips, bare of lipstick since they had already made love once or twice and showered that night. He loved when she wasn’t wearing make-up.
He had scoffed at the question, of course. “Nonsense. You’re a lean, proper predator to be sure.”
“Really? I guess I’ve just been feelin’ like a bear or somethin’ lately. Stead o’ some alley cat. Like I’m getting something right here…” She had taken his hands and placed them on her abdomen, smirking wildly in anticipation. “I mean, I’d rather stay in the family den than go Slayin’ with Blondie.” Even then there had been something between them. Some competitive, dark contest that refused to allow friendship though they both attempted to ignore it.
Rupert looked at his hands, looked up into her eyes and contemplated her words. “Dear lord…Are you pregnant?!”
Faith straddled his lap and kissed him. “Got it in one. Then, you always do.” She was terrified about it despite her casual demeanour and they had spent the rest of the night talking, dreaming, planning.
Then Finch was staked in the heart in a dark alley prowled by vampires and two Slayers. The twister of fate had taken it all away from them.
Rupert leaned down and kissed her slack lips. “I’m still waiting, Faith.” He promised, then released her hand, put on his jacket and headed to his flat.
Author:
lilrucaRating: PG 13 (I think)
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Giles/Faith
Warnings: Season 3, Slightly AU
Disclaimer: I'd really LIKE to own Faith and Giles...But I don't.
Summary: Giles visits Faith in the hospital and thinks about the death that changed them...the death that changed him.
Things had spiralled out of control so quickly that Rupert Giles was still reeling. It had started with more confusion and betrayals. The climax had been an accident, a terrible accident to be sure, but not an unheard of happening. A human had been staked.
Faith had come to him, dark, brooding and troubled. She had come into the library and looked at him so helplessly, her arms around herself. Immediately he had gone to her, held her close and kissed her hair. They had gone into his office and he closed the door so that he might kiss her, comfort her. Only she refused him. She had told him what happened – what had really happened. Together, they sat in silence and then she spoke again. “Buffy…she needs someone to blame. So make me the bad guy.”
“This was an accident, Faith. It happens far more often than anyone would care to admit. No one is the ‘bad guy’.” Rupert protested immediately.
Faith leaned forward in her chair. “Your Slayer is too good an’ innocent to get that and you know it! She won’t understand a pointless death like that. Make. Me. The. Bad. One.” She pounded her fist on his desk and he jumped. Her head suddenly snapped towards the office door, hearing Buffy before he did.
“Giles?!” The blonde had called desperately. “Giles!”
“She’s the good Slayer.” Faith whispered, leaning back once more.
Rupert slowly, unhappily, emerged from his office. “Buffy.”
“Something’s happened! We were – ”
“I know. Faith told me all about it.” He replied gravely, still not sure about the ruse Faith wanted to play and undecided if he would play along or not.
Faith sauntered out and said how she had told him that it had been Buffy to kill the man. She looked between Buffy’s shocked expression and Rupert’s grim one then left the library.
After a few moments of Buffy attempting to clear her name, Giles told her that Faith was not a very good liar. Only, it seemed that she was because he was the only one to see her so clearly.
After that, things only seemed to tumble further and faster out of the realm of making sense.
Faith had gone in as a double agent and no one, not even he, knew which side she truly played for. Buffy grew to hate the new Slayer as much as she cherished Willow, Xander and even Cordelia. Then there was the last straw in Buffy’s eyes. Faith poisoned Angel. The antidote was the blood of a Slayer and Buffy intended to give Faith over to him to feed to his heart’s content.
The two Slayers battled in a brilliant spectacle that a vague part of Rupert wished he could have witnessed and the rest of him was more than glad that he had not. It ended with Buffy stabbing Faith with her own knife. But Faith would not give herself over that easily and thus let herself fall from her apartment balcony, depriving Buffy and Angel of her blood.
Buffy gave herself to Angel, risking her life to save his. Rupert had been furious and much of that fury had been taken out on Angel. Because he couldn’t take it out on Buffy. He was afraid of how far it would go if he let it begin.
Buffy had stabbed Faith in the stomach. And it had ended in death.
Rupert Giles sat alone in sunless basement where they had moved Faith in the months since her arrival. There had been no change. He held her limp hand in his own and thought about what was lost. He often wondered what went on in Faith’s mind as she lay, still as death save the steady rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. She breathed on her own, without a ventilator. The only things attached to her were the IV, and monitors for her heart rate, oxygen levels and blood pressure. They didn’t even bother with the brain activity monitor anymore. His free hand moved to lay upon Faith’s stomach, flat and a little softer as her muscles slowly relaxed. Though they refused to atrophy, as though she intended any moment to wake up and start fighting again. Fighting a fight that anyone could see, that is for Rupert wasn’t foolish enough to think she didn’t fight every moment of every day while she lay in this forsaken coma.
A coma brought on by her own knife. By Buffy’s hand. A coma that had cost them the life of their child.
Tears welled in his eyes and a single one made its way down his face as he thought of the day she had told him. It was before the spiralling free fall, before the death of Finch.
They had been in his flat, Buffy having already called to say she’d see him in the morning at school and so they knew they were free to do as they pleased. They were having dinner together on the sofa, making jokes and feeding one another and generally being silly. She went to the bathroom and when she returned, she looked pensive. “Do I look fat?” She asked seriously, a frown on her lips, bare of lipstick since they had already made love once or twice and showered that night. He loved when she wasn’t wearing make-up.
He had scoffed at the question, of course. “Nonsense. You’re a lean, proper predator to be sure.”
“Really? I guess I’ve just been feelin’ like a bear or somethin’ lately. Stead o’ some alley cat. Like I’m getting something right here…” She had taken his hands and placed them on her abdomen, smirking wildly in anticipation. “I mean, I’d rather stay in the family den than go Slayin’ with Blondie.” Even then there had been something between them. Some competitive, dark contest that refused to allow friendship though they both attempted to ignore it.
Rupert looked at his hands, looked up into her eyes and contemplated her words. “Dear lord…Are you pregnant?!”
Faith straddled his lap and kissed him. “Got it in one. Then, you always do.” She was terrified about it despite her casual demeanour and they had spent the rest of the night talking, dreaming, planning.
Then Finch was staked in the heart in a dark alley prowled by vampires and two Slayers. The twister of fate had taken it all away from them.
Rupert leaned down and kissed her slack lips. “I’m still waiting, Faith.” He promised, then released her hand, put on his jacket and headed to his flat.