Summer of Giles

Title: Sad That You Can't Hear
Characters: Giles
Word Count: 517
Note: I hadn't planned another post for this season's Summer of Giles, but I was listening to Cat Steven's How Can I Tell You and some of the lyrics gave me an idea: after Jenny's death, Rupert talks to her, speaking to her as if she were there. This scene would not be the first scene but I came up with the idea on Wednesday and haven't had time to explore it in depth, meaning this is the only scene I've written so far.

Edit (4 Aug 2015): Nominated for the 2015 No Rest for the Wicked Awards


Edit (10 Aug 2015): Nominated for the Sunny D Awards


Edit (2 Jan 2016): Nominated at the Headline Awards in the Twosome of Cuteness category.
Edit (20 Jan 2016): Runner-up in the Twosome of Cuteness category.

‘Sad That You Can’t Hear’ is the epitome of tragic romance. The beautiful writing makes us grieve along with Giles as he mourns his lost Jenny, in a story that brings her vividly to life in so many ways, painfully underlining the gnawing absence at the heart of the story. In canon, we lose Jenny Calendar pretty quickly. This emotional tale reminds us that for Giles, love lasted much longer.

Edit (4 Feb 2016): Nominated at Round 11 of Running With Scissors.

( At first, Rupert had seen her everywhere. That had faded with time but he had thought he might have this once final glance, perhaps waiting by the pond? She wasn't there, of course. His gaze dropped to her tombstone. The pale granite glowed as brightly as she ever had. The bronze marker, dull even in the bright sunlight, spelled out her name: Jennifer Calendar. )

Title: "Teacher's Pet": Chapter 3 of In a Corner of My Soul
Author: Dragon's Phoenix
Rating: PG
Word count: 12766
Summary: Giles as the Big Bad of Season 1
Note: Apologies for the font change; LJ does stupid stuff like that to me.
Note: LJ didn't put in my paragraph breaks. I've tried to fix it but if you see two scenes merged together without a line break, please let me know.

( Part 2/3 )

Summary: In the comics Giles gives Faith the opportunity to help Slayers who have gone astray. In this story she extends her purview to Watchers to make sure a resurrected Giles has a choice about what to do with his new life.
Note: I took the idea of Giles coming back as a twelve year old and ran with it. This does not follow comic canon. Big Al, Alexander Edwards, is my own character and is not Alisdair, the wizard from the comics.
Note: Mr. Bun is a character in the graphic novel, The Unwritten. Rupert would know him from a series of stories called Willowbank Tales.
Note: I was working on this pretty much down to the last minute so there are typos. If you see any, please let me know. I'd like to fix them.
Note: I had so much help I hope I can name them all.
GillO went to town with recommending food Giles would have liked with a child, with suggesting what Giles’ family home would be like, and with suggesting names for Giles’ mother. She also beta read this story over to make sure I got the British elements right. Of course I continued to change it after I gave her a copy to edit because story additions had me running behind and because I’m just like that. Naturally all errors are my own. I would say she was concerned I’d let loose another tea story fiasco, but she went over and beyond so it’s more likely that she’s naturally an amazingly nice person.
Il Mio Capitano suggested foods Giles might like as well as names for Giles’ mother. Also, along with pickamix, is the reason I expanded the role of Giles’ aunts in the story.
Devo79 commented on the Giles’ favorite food thread and suggested names for Giles’ mother.
More excellent suggestions for the name of Giles’ mother came from Gabrielle, rbfvid,baudown, and StarKat.

Finally, many, many thanks to pickamix. Not only did her comments help me decide to give Giles’ aunts a wider role in the story, but her comment about Giles’ maturity level – given adolescent hormones – added a completely new thread into the mix and gave me my most excellent ending.


( The room, red and gold everywhere, looked like someone’s virgin kid was about to be debauched. For all that Big Al had ranted on about intentions being a heavy-duty deal for the ritual, the room he’d dumped them in wasn’t raising anything pure in Faith’s thoughts. Taking one look at the overly-stuffed velvet chairs, she decided to stand. Angel was sitting. Of course Angel was sitting. He’d been practically shitting guilt ever since he, or Twilight using his body, had killed Giles. Faith was sort of surprised he hadn’t found a bed of nails to lie on. )