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He never met them, but what if he had?
Hi everyone! Today is my day to celebrate our favorite watcher/librarian/sex symbol. I have been loving everyone's contributions to far, and look forward to the rest of the summer immensely. Today, I bring fanfic.
Title: Three People Giles Never Met (crossover fic with Doctor Who, House MD, and CSI: Vegas)
Author: Wiccagirl24
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None for Buffy. One small one for the DW ep. World War Three
A/N: I always am curious about how characters in different shows would interact if they met. This fic is in three unrelated parts, putting Giles in three interesting scenarios. I hope you enjoy it. Much thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
atlashrugged for the beta job.
XXX
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Demons aren’t the only ones out there (Dr. Who)
II
The hairs on the back of his neck stood up the moment he stepped out of his car. Walking through the courtyard, he was convinced that someone was following him, but it wasn’t until he was almost at the front door that he heard a noise.
“Whoever or whatever you are, show yourself,” Giles demanded.
“Is that really what you want?” What stepped out of the bushes was something that he had never seen before. Not in real life and not in pictures or illustrations. Eight feet tall, skin of green, three long claw like fingers and large black eyes that closed left to right. Giles mentally catalogued what he saw on the off chance that he would make it out of the meeting alive. Given the way that the creature was approaching him, he didn’t think that was the plan.
“I... I’m Rupert Giles. Can I help you with something?” Giles asked nervously as he scanned the courtyard for a weapon.
“Foolish human, what do I care of your name? I want the broach.”
“Broach?” Giles questioned.
“I know you have it. I want it back now. It belongs to me; to my family.”
“I’m sorry, could you...?” Giles didn’t have a chance to finish his sentence as he was jerked off the ground and sent flying with enough force to crash through the door of his apartment.
“I’m running out of patience,” the creature roared as it followed Giles through the new entryway.
“I do apologize,” Giles lied as his fingers wrapped around a broken board of the shattered door. He was about to throw it when out of the corner of his eye he saw someone run into the room.
“Kitchen, now,” the someone said. A hand grabbed his, and Giles was pulled up and yanked in the direction of his small galley kitchen.
“Oh dear, no door. That is going to make this harder.” The stranger looked around the room and shook his brunette head. “We’ll have to move very quickly.”
“What?” His head was spinning, and he didn’t think it was from the fall.
“Questions later,” the man ordered in an accent that placed him closed to Giles’ boyhood home. “Now, we need vinegar.”
Deciding that more questions would be useless, Giles opened one of the lower cabinets and handed an almost full bottle of vinegar to the stranger. Stepping back, he watched as the liquid was poured into a large mug. Just as he finished pouring, the creature lumbered into the room.
“Close your mouth. This is going to be messy.” Sharpened claws were inches away from them when the vinegar poured on the creature caused it to explode into a green mush that coated every surface of the kitchen.
“I’m starting to appreciate vampires,” Giles commented as he removed his slime-covered glasses.
“They do make for easier clean up,” the man agreed. “I’m the Doctor, by the way.”
“And that thing was?”
“That was a Slitheen,” the Doctor explained. “From the planet Raxacorricofallapatorius.”
“Planet... so it was an alien, not a demon,” Giles noted.
“Correct, sir. Although more then one of your species of demon originates from alien lineage.”
“Do you have any idea what this alien wanted? It said something about a broach.” He really didn’t like the idea of aliens wandering around Sunnydale. He had quite enough to do with the demons and vampires.
“Did you by any chance find or purchase a gold and green pendent recently? Maybe with matching earrings?”
“No earrings, but I did pick up a piece of jewelry a few months ago when I was in England that could fit your description.” Opening up his trunk, Giles pulled out the jewelry in question.
“That’s it! Do you know what that is?”
“Some sort of charm, I assume. I haven’t had a chance to research it yet.” He had a habit of doing this. Purchasing trinkets with the intention of finding out what they were, and then forgetting about them. One would think he would have learned, but he never did.
“Not a charm. This, my friend, is a teleportation device. Or, part of one, rather. Are you sure you don’t have the earrings?”
“Um, no. Sorry.” Giles rested his hand on the counter without looking, and cringed when he felt the green goo between his fingers.
“Oh well. I’ll go find my friend and we’ll be on our way.”
As quick as he showed up, the Doctor left again. Signing, Giles looked around his kitchen and reached for a dishtowel. He might as well begin the task of cleaning. The sooner life was back to normal, the better.
II
Doctors don’t know everything (House M.D.)
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“The scan shows that he suffered major head trauma at some point,” Chase noted as he held the film up to the light.
“Great. That explains exactly none of the symptoms.” House turned his attention to Cameron. “What about the tox screen?”
“Clean. No drug, legal or otherwise, and no common poisons.”
“What about uncommon ones? The man’s skin is purple, for heaven’s sake. Something has to be causing that to happen.” Tossing the white board marker he had been playing with onto the table, House limped out of the room.
“Where are you going?” Cameron asked just before the glass door closed behind him.
“To find some answers,” came back House’s muffled reply.
Walking into the patient’s room, House was not surprised to find a young woman standing beside the bed. This one was a redhead. A few hours ago it had been a blond woman sitting in the chair, hassling him for answers. What was it about men with British accents that attracted hot women? Maybe he should pretend to be English the next time he was at a bar.
“This is foolish, Willow. We both know what’s wrong, and there’s nothing they can do about it.”
“Now that’s not very nice Mr....?”
“Giles,” the patent supplied. “And I don’t mean any disrespect, but there are just some things that are beyond modern medicine.”
“Like people turning purple and growing extra fingers?” House asked sarcastically.
“That would be one example.” As he spoke the patent attempted to remove his glasses, but his extra thumb got in the way and they fell to the ground. Almost before they hit the ground, the young woman picked them off the floor, cleaned them with the hem of her shirt, and handed them back to the man.
“You have to have a little patience, Giles. Buffy will be back soon.”
“Well unless Muffy...”
“Buffy,” the man corrected firmly.
“Muffy, Buffy, Fifi, whoever. Unless she has some magic wand, you are going to be stuck with us for a while.” As House left the room, he thought he heard the patent mutter ‘we’ll see.’
xxxxx
“We’re not going to find a disease to match the symptoms, because half of his symptoms have never been heard of before.” Frustrated, Foreman slammed the reference book closed.
“Just because it’s never been seen before doesn’t mean it isn’t real. No one knew about penicillin until some guy let bread sit out for too long.” House used his purple marker to draw a stick figure on the white board. Carefully he drew six fingers on each hand.
“Good lord, your drawings are even worse then mine are.” Standing in the doorway of the office, a tall cultured man drew the attention of all the rooms’ occupants.
“Can we help you sir?” Cameron asked.
“Not any longer, I’m glad to say.” With a half smile, the stranger turned to leave.
“Mr. Gyles...”
“Giles,” the Brit said, bemused.
“Gyles,” House returned stubbornly. “You know, you really were more interesting looking when you were purple.”
“So sorry to disappoint you.”
“So did Buffy bring you that magic wand? I’ve always wanted one. It would make my job so much less like, well, a job.”
“Not a wand, Dr House. There was a potion, however.” With a sly smile, the cured man walked out of the room, leaving four confused doctors in his wake.
“He was kidding about the potion, right?” Chase asked. No one had an answer for him.
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No always a crime (CSI: Vegas)
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“Mr. Giles, I’m a little confused. Why don’t you clear some things up for me?” If the man across the table from him was confused, he hid it well.
“I’d be glad to help in any way I can.” It was only a small lie. He would like to help, but knew that there was only so much of the story he could tell.
“So, here’s our problem. Ms Sidle and I have interviewed three witnesses. They all say that they saw you arguing with the victim. They all saw the man shove you, and say that you hit the man back. Now that’s where the stories start to get fuzzy. No one can tell me what happened next; simply that the man disappeared.”
“You sound frustrated, Captain Brass.” Giles spoke in soft tones and tried to sound empathetic. After living on the Hellmouth for so long, he had forgotten that not all cops were used to turning a blind eye to things that couldn’t be explained
“Who me? Nah, I’m the picture of calm. Thanks for the concern, though.” The captain’s voice dripped with sarcasm. He was tugging at his tie, and Giles was afraid that this was going to be a long night.
“It’s true that I spoke with a man at the restaurant, and we did exchange a few harsh words.”
“Words?” Brass repeated.
“The man said something rather vulgar bout a friend of mine, and I took offense.”
“So you were defending so woman’s honor?”
“Something like that. We spoke, he shoved me, I returned the shove to show that I was not intimidated, and then I left the restaurant. He was still alive the last time I saw him.” Actually, he hadn’t been alive for years. Since the mid seventies, Buffy had guessed based on his clothes. Giles had staked him, leaving only dust as evidence, but given the average human’s reaction to witnessing a staking, no one would remember what he had done.
“If that’s true, why can’t we find him?”
“Maybe he got tired of Vegas?” Giles suggested.
“And left without his car?” Brass argued. “It was still parked in the lot next to the restaurant the next morning.”
“I don’t know what to say. He must have taken a bus.” This detective certainly was persistent. Most people would have let at any reasonable explanation.
“Yeah, that’s probably it.” Rising from his chair, Brass leaned over the table. “I’m going to go and get myself a cup of coffee. When I get back, I hope that you’ll be ready to tell me what really happened.”
Giles was trying to figure out what he could say that the detective would believe but wouldn’t result in him spending the night in jail when the door opened less then a minute later.
“Captain Brass, I think you should...”
“Hey, did I get a promotion I didn’t know about?” The figure that entered the room was not an annoyed detective, but an amused blond vampire slayer.
“You don’t know how glad I am to see you.” Quickly Giles cleaned his glasses and confirmed that the girl standing before him was not an illusion.
“You know, I can understand why you didn’t want to go to the casino, but is this really a better choice?” Buffy wrinkled her nose as she looked around the drab space.
“Very funny. Can we go now? I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but I rather miss Sunnydale.
“I told you Vegas would be good for you. The Hellmouth isn’t nearly so scary after you’ve seen what’s in this city.”
Title: Three People Giles Never Met (crossover fic with Doctor Who, House MD, and CSI: Vegas)
Author: Wiccagirl24
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None for Buffy. One small one for the DW ep. World War Three
A/N: I always am curious about how characters in different shows would interact if they met. This fic is in three unrelated parts, putting Giles in three interesting scenarios. I hope you enjoy it. Much thanks to
atlashrugged for the beta job.XXX
II
Demons aren’t the only ones out there (Dr. Who)
II
The hairs on the back of his neck stood up the moment he stepped out of his car. Walking through the courtyard, he was convinced that someone was following him, but it wasn’t until he was almost at the front door that he heard a noise.
“Whoever or whatever you are, show yourself,” Giles demanded.
“Is that really what you want?” What stepped out of the bushes was something that he had never seen before. Not in real life and not in pictures or illustrations. Eight feet tall, skin of green, three long claw like fingers and large black eyes that closed left to right. Giles mentally catalogued what he saw on the off chance that he would make it out of the meeting alive. Given the way that the creature was approaching him, he didn’t think that was the plan.
“I... I’m Rupert Giles. Can I help you with something?” Giles asked nervously as he scanned the courtyard for a weapon.
“Foolish human, what do I care of your name? I want the broach.”
“Broach?” Giles questioned.
“I know you have it. I want it back now. It belongs to me; to my family.”
“I’m sorry, could you...?” Giles didn’t have a chance to finish his sentence as he was jerked off the ground and sent flying with enough force to crash through the door of his apartment.
“I’m running out of patience,” the creature roared as it followed Giles through the new entryway.
“I do apologize,” Giles lied as his fingers wrapped around a broken board of the shattered door. He was about to throw it when out of the corner of his eye he saw someone run into the room.
“Kitchen, now,” the someone said. A hand grabbed his, and Giles was pulled up and yanked in the direction of his small galley kitchen.
“Oh dear, no door. That is going to make this harder.” The stranger looked around the room and shook his brunette head. “We’ll have to move very quickly.”
“What?” His head was spinning, and he didn’t think it was from the fall.
“Questions later,” the man ordered in an accent that placed him closed to Giles’ boyhood home. “Now, we need vinegar.”
Deciding that more questions would be useless, Giles opened one of the lower cabinets and handed an almost full bottle of vinegar to the stranger. Stepping back, he watched as the liquid was poured into a large mug. Just as he finished pouring, the creature lumbered into the room.
“Close your mouth. This is going to be messy.” Sharpened claws were inches away from them when the vinegar poured on the creature caused it to explode into a green mush that coated every surface of the kitchen.
“I’m starting to appreciate vampires,” Giles commented as he removed his slime-covered glasses.
“They do make for easier clean up,” the man agreed. “I’m the Doctor, by the way.”
“And that thing was?”
“That was a Slitheen,” the Doctor explained. “From the planet Raxacorricofallapatorius.”
“Planet... so it was an alien, not a demon,” Giles noted.
“Correct, sir. Although more then one of your species of demon originates from alien lineage.”
“Do you have any idea what this alien wanted? It said something about a broach.” He really didn’t like the idea of aliens wandering around Sunnydale. He had quite enough to do with the demons and vampires.
“Did you by any chance find or purchase a gold and green pendent recently? Maybe with matching earrings?”
“No earrings, but I did pick up a piece of jewelry a few months ago when I was in England that could fit your description.” Opening up his trunk, Giles pulled out the jewelry in question.
“That’s it! Do you know what that is?”
“Some sort of charm, I assume. I haven’t had a chance to research it yet.” He had a habit of doing this. Purchasing trinkets with the intention of finding out what they were, and then forgetting about them. One would think he would have learned, but he never did.
“Not a charm. This, my friend, is a teleportation device. Or, part of one, rather. Are you sure you don’t have the earrings?”
“Um, no. Sorry.” Giles rested his hand on the counter without looking, and cringed when he felt the green goo between his fingers.
“Oh well. I’ll go find my friend and we’ll be on our way.”
As quick as he showed up, the Doctor left again. Signing, Giles looked around his kitchen and reached for a dishtowel. He might as well begin the task of cleaning. The sooner life was back to normal, the better.
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Doctors don’t know everything (House M.D.)
II
“The scan shows that he suffered major head trauma at some point,” Chase noted as he held the film up to the light.
“Great. That explains exactly none of the symptoms.” House turned his attention to Cameron. “What about the tox screen?”
“Clean. No drug, legal or otherwise, and no common poisons.”
“What about uncommon ones? The man’s skin is purple, for heaven’s sake. Something has to be causing that to happen.” Tossing the white board marker he had been playing with onto the table, House limped out of the room.
“Where are you going?” Cameron asked just before the glass door closed behind him.
“To find some answers,” came back House’s muffled reply.
Walking into the patient’s room, House was not surprised to find a young woman standing beside the bed. This one was a redhead. A few hours ago it had been a blond woman sitting in the chair, hassling him for answers. What was it about men with British accents that attracted hot women? Maybe he should pretend to be English the next time he was at a bar.
“This is foolish, Willow. We both know what’s wrong, and there’s nothing they can do about it.”
“Now that’s not very nice Mr....?”
“Giles,” the patent supplied. “And I don’t mean any disrespect, but there are just some things that are beyond modern medicine.”
“Like people turning purple and growing extra fingers?” House asked sarcastically.
“That would be one example.” As he spoke the patent attempted to remove his glasses, but his extra thumb got in the way and they fell to the ground. Almost before they hit the ground, the young woman picked them off the floor, cleaned them with the hem of her shirt, and handed them back to the man.
“You have to have a little patience, Giles. Buffy will be back soon.”
“Well unless Muffy...”
“Buffy,” the man corrected firmly.
“Muffy, Buffy, Fifi, whoever. Unless she has some magic wand, you are going to be stuck with us for a while.” As House left the room, he thought he heard the patent mutter ‘we’ll see.’
xxxxx
“We’re not going to find a disease to match the symptoms, because half of his symptoms have never been heard of before.” Frustrated, Foreman slammed the reference book closed.
“Just because it’s never been seen before doesn’t mean it isn’t real. No one knew about penicillin until some guy let bread sit out for too long.” House used his purple marker to draw a stick figure on the white board. Carefully he drew six fingers on each hand.
“Good lord, your drawings are even worse then mine are.” Standing in the doorway of the office, a tall cultured man drew the attention of all the rooms’ occupants.
“Can we help you sir?” Cameron asked.
“Not any longer, I’m glad to say.” With a half smile, the stranger turned to leave.
“Mr. Gyles...”
“Giles,” the Brit said, bemused.
“Gyles,” House returned stubbornly. “You know, you really were more interesting looking when you were purple.”
“So sorry to disappoint you.”
“So did Buffy bring you that magic wand? I’ve always wanted one. It would make my job so much less like, well, a job.”
“Not a wand, Dr House. There was a potion, however.” With a sly smile, the cured man walked out of the room, leaving four confused doctors in his wake.
“He was kidding about the potion, right?” Chase asked. No one had an answer for him.
II
No always a crime (CSI: Vegas)
II
“Mr. Giles, I’m a little confused. Why don’t you clear some things up for me?” If the man across the table from him was confused, he hid it well.
“I’d be glad to help in any way I can.” It was only a small lie. He would like to help, but knew that there was only so much of the story he could tell.
“So, here’s our problem. Ms Sidle and I have interviewed three witnesses. They all say that they saw you arguing with the victim. They all saw the man shove you, and say that you hit the man back. Now that’s where the stories start to get fuzzy. No one can tell me what happened next; simply that the man disappeared.”
“You sound frustrated, Captain Brass.” Giles spoke in soft tones and tried to sound empathetic. After living on the Hellmouth for so long, he had forgotten that not all cops were used to turning a blind eye to things that couldn’t be explained
“Who me? Nah, I’m the picture of calm. Thanks for the concern, though.” The captain’s voice dripped with sarcasm. He was tugging at his tie, and Giles was afraid that this was going to be a long night.
“It’s true that I spoke with a man at the restaurant, and we did exchange a few harsh words.”
“Words?” Brass repeated.
“The man said something rather vulgar bout a friend of mine, and I took offense.”
“So you were defending so woman’s honor?”
“Something like that. We spoke, he shoved me, I returned the shove to show that I was not intimidated, and then I left the restaurant. He was still alive the last time I saw him.” Actually, he hadn’t been alive for years. Since the mid seventies, Buffy had guessed based on his clothes. Giles had staked him, leaving only dust as evidence, but given the average human’s reaction to witnessing a staking, no one would remember what he had done.
“If that’s true, why can’t we find him?”
“Maybe he got tired of Vegas?” Giles suggested.
“And left without his car?” Brass argued. “It was still parked in the lot next to the restaurant the next morning.”
“I don’t know what to say. He must have taken a bus.” This detective certainly was persistent. Most people would have let at any reasonable explanation.
“Yeah, that’s probably it.” Rising from his chair, Brass leaned over the table. “I’m going to go and get myself a cup of coffee. When I get back, I hope that you’ll be ready to tell me what really happened.”
Giles was trying to figure out what he could say that the detective would believe but wouldn’t result in him spending the night in jail when the door opened less then a minute later.
“Captain Brass, I think you should...”
“Hey, did I get a promotion I didn’t know about?” The figure that entered the room was not an annoyed detective, but an amused blond vampire slayer.
“You don’t know how glad I am to see you.” Quickly Giles cleaned his glasses and confirmed that the girl standing before him was not an illusion.
“You know, I can understand why you didn’t want to go to the casino, but is this really a better choice?” Buffy wrinkled her nose as she looked around the drab space.
“Very funny. Can we go now? I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but I rather miss Sunnydale.
“I told you Vegas would be good for you. The Hellmouth isn’t nearly so scary after you’ve seen what’s in this city.”
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well done
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may i copy it for my fanfic collection?
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may i copy it for my fanfic collection?
Sure, as long as I get credit.
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I love you. This is awesome beyond words.
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Heh. Big fun, all three!
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