Summer of Giles

Yay! Finally, I managed to finish my fic for this year! So sorry about the delay.

Title: The Boys of Summer
Author: il_mio_capitano
Rating: PG
Characters: Giles
Length: 5200
Summary: On a hot sticky night, Giles reflects his own lost youth when he picks up a young hitchhiker.

Read it on AO3 here

Welcome to a weekend of First-line Last-line drabble challenge. The rules are simple and everyone is welcome to take part 2nd and 3rd July only.


1. Take the last line of a proceeding drabble and make it you first line.
2. Write a drabble of exactly 100 words.
3. Create a new post here and whoosh!

I shall start us off with:

Title: The Stick-up
Author: il_mio_capitano
Length 100
Characters: Giles, Anya
Rating: FRC

“Give me all the money from the register and you won’t get hurt.”

Giles looked at the would-be robber in distain, but Anya was the first to react.

“You can’t have the money,” she said indignantly. “It’s mine.”

“Technically it’s mine, Anya,” Giles retorted.

“But I’m the one who looks after it for you. You’d spend it on silly things otherwise.”

“Rent and electricity for instance?”

“Exactly!”

“Excuse me,” the man intervened. “I want the money!”

“And we’re explaining you can’t have it,” Anya said dismissively. “Go away.”

Giles produced a crossbow from under the counter.

“You should probably go.”

I'm so sorry, but I'm failing to post today. I'm struggling with my mojo.

Mod day time and for three days we are playing Pass the Prompt. To play along, you only need to respond to a given prompt with a drabble or ficlet and then give your own prompt for the next person to pick up.

Prompts can be used multiple times and anyone can play any number of turns. This game ends officially after Wednesday so please don’t post any more until the Free For All Days (next week).

Fics, ficlets or drabbles of any length are welcome. I was prompted by littleotter73 with ‘Life flashing before his eyes’. This prompt is still open to anyone else to use of course, or my new prompt at the bottom.

Title: What Friends Are For
Author: il-mio-capitano
Prompt: Life flashing before his eyes.
Length: 340
Rating: FRT

The fall had felt endless and terrifying but the physical impact on the water, twisted and painful, was so much worse. Giles’ glasses ripped from his face and his jacket rose up over his head, but not enough to slow his descent deep into the abyss. He panicked at the intense pressure on his ears and lungs, kept his eyes tightly shut and tried to thrash and kick out.

There had been someone else with him, but he couldn’t remember who. He was going to die and his friend, yes, it was a friend, had been pushed off the bridge too and he had to save them. Bloody biker demons! Giles wildly toed off his shoes and wriggled somehow out of his jacket. The dying part he was at peace with, but not losing someone else too. He kicked his legs and started to rise upwards, but he knew he’d sunk too far and that the urge to breathe would overcome him before he reached the surface.

Who had been with him? Were they safe? He hoped so. He thought of his life, his mistakes, his triumphs and his friends, especially his friends. He was lightheaded with fatigue by now, his muscles cramped by the physical effort and he knew he wasn’t going to make it. Oddly, he was OK with that. The rest would be nice and peaceful. Rest in Peace.

He almost giggled at that thought when something kicked him in the ribs and a hand bunched the back of his shirt, pulling him upwards until he breached the surface of the river. Instinctively he took a huge gulp of air but spat water as he bobbed briefly under again. Strong arms were holding him, and he heard the most welcome voice in the world.

“Giles, Giles, are you OK?”

“Never better,” he croaked.

“Good to hear that, big guy, because I’m going need you to swim with me back to the bank. Can you do that?”

Giles smiled.

“Yes, Xander. I can do that.”

Pass the Prompt: First pair of glasses.

It's time to play our traditional game of First Line, Last Line Drabble Challenge! This is open to everyone on June 11,12,13 - ONLY. No posting after this date please as we return to regular calendar.

The rules are simple: post a drabble length fic (100 words exactly), using the last line of a previous drabble as the first line of your work. Open to everyone to join in. Last lines can be reused. Giles vaguely involved somehow - he doesn't have to be big damn hero though.

Abusing my mod power, and apologising for the title in advance, I get to start things off...

Title: Raiders of the Lost Snark
Author: il-mio-capitano
Rating: FRC
Length: 100
Characters: Giles and Spike

“Ask not of my dreams or join them,” translated Giles. “If my Demotic Egyptian isn't too rusty that is.”

Spike looked at the sarcophagus dubiously.

“How rusty is rusty? Because that sounds pretty damn cursey to me.”

“Don't be ridiculous. We are in the British Museum and this tomb has been been on countless world tours since the 1920’s. So there’s probably not a curse.”

“Oh the ‘probably’ really sells it, Watcher. Why has nobody managed to open this thing before?”

Giles shrugged, handed his companion the crowbar and retreated to a safe distance.

“Try not to damage anything.”

 

As we have a few consecutive days with no sign-ups, it seems a good time to play first line/last line drabble challenge.

The Rules are:
1. Open to everyone from now until end of June 8th. After that, no more please as we will be back to regular posting days.
2. Drabbles only of 100 word length exactly (though I'm not going to count).
3. Your drabble must begin by using the last line of a previous drabble. One long chain of drabbles is good, but you are free to pick up any last line. A last line can be used more than once.
4. Create a new post each time (keeps it easier to track).

I get to go first! My thanks to quaggy for this prompt. Also my apologies for using it in only a drabble. Hope you don't mind too much.

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Title: Shooty Dog Blues

Author: il-mio-capitano

length: 100

 

 "<<Exterminate! Exterminate!>>"

 

Joyfully, Giles worked the control paddle and his model Dalek patrolled officiously around his office and then out into the corridor. It was highly unprofessional but clearly the best Christmas present ever he'd ever had.

 

"<<K-9 will engage!>>"

 

From out of Xander's office, another Dr Who toy appeared and, much to the disapproval of the rest of the staff, the two locked in deadly laser battle. Giles fired but Xander was quicker and the Dalek lost power on a direct hit.

 

"Bad dog," snarled Giles.

 

The dog's antenna ears wiggled proudly.

 

"<<Affirmative>>."

 

"I wasn't talking to you."