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Not Where He Thinks (Giles, Spike; Giles' Bathroom; PG/K+)
Title: Not Where He Thinks
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Character/Pairing: Giles, Spike
Rating: PG/K+
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giles_shorts: Giles' Bathroom
Warning(s): Bathroom Elements
Word Count: 317
Date Written: 12 April, 2016
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Whedon, not the author, and are used without permission.
He knows well the story of the Trojan horse. He knows better than to accept gifts from enemies, including, and perhaps especially, those with whom he must share an abode, Giles chides himself just before he releases yet again. Damn that Vampire! He had avoided the cookies two nights ago, knowing well that must be laced with Exlax, but he'd succumbed to the onion blossom last night.
He still can not quite determine how Spike managed to hide the poison within the blossom's golden, fried layers. All that starch should have kept Giles away. He'd never once deigned to try one before, and as he'd asked Spike himself, sine when do Vampires cook? He should have known better than to trust the Demon's answer that it was something he used to like to do for his mother and has missed doing since.
Giles' aching lips start to curl into a silent smirk of disdain at his own ignorance, but the smirks breaks apart as he spews again. He clutches his gut, railing back and forth, and moaning despite himself. All his years of training not just as a Watcher but as the foremost Slayer's Watcher failed him in one moment of weakness, and it is he who allowed the Vampire to add insult to injury! He'll pay this time, Giles vows. He'll pay dearly if he ever gets out of this bloody loo!
Spike smirks as he listens to the Watcher's moans and groans. He doesn't know where the old man picked up his food poisoning, but he'll let him blame him for now. After all, he thinks, slipping the vial back into his pocket, if he's watching for Exlax in his food, he'll be much less likely to notice the drops of blood in his Scotch and teas. Spike smirks, fangs glistening in the shadows outside of Giles' bathroom, and heads away before things can get noisier.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Character/Pairing: Giles, Spike
Rating: PG/K+
Challenge/Prompt:
giles_shorts: Giles' BathroomWarning(s): Bathroom Elements
Word Count: 317
Date Written: 12 April, 2016
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Whedon, not the author, and are used without permission.
He knows well the story of the Trojan horse. He knows better than to accept gifts from enemies, including, and perhaps especially, those with whom he must share an abode, Giles chides himself just before he releases yet again. Damn that Vampire! He had avoided the cookies two nights ago, knowing well that must be laced with Exlax, but he'd succumbed to the onion blossom last night.
He still can not quite determine how Spike managed to hide the poison within the blossom's golden, fried layers. All that starch should have kept Giles away. He'd never once deigned to try one before, and as he'd asked Spike himself, sine when do Vampires cook? He should have known better than to trust the Demon's answer that it was something he used to like to do for his mother and has missed doing since.
Giles' aching lips start to curl into a silent smirk of disdain at his own ignorance, but the smirks breaks apart as he spews again. He clutches his gut, railing back and forth, and moaning despite himself. All his years of training not just as a Watcher but as the foremost Slayer's Watcher failed him in one moment of weakness, and it is he who allowed the Vampire to add insult to injury! He'll pay this time, Giles vows. He'll pay dearly if he ever gets out of this bloody loo!
Spike smirks as he listens to the Watcher's moans and groans. He doesn't know where the old man picked up his food poisoning, but he'll let him blame him for now. After all, he thinks, slipping the vial back into his pocket, if he's watching for Exlax in his food, he'll be much less likely to notice the drops of blood in his Scotch and teas. Spike smirks, fangs glistening in the shadows outside of Giles' bathroom, and heads away before things can get noisier.
The End