Volunteer Safety Program
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giles_shortsTItle: Volunteer Safety Program
Rating: G
Word Count: 354
Children milled about the hallway like minnows descending on castoff crumbs, darting and shrieking so shrilly that Giles wished he could cover his ears but he certainly wasn’t about to let go of his blade even if it was sheathed. The sword had been a mistake. Even if he had been shanghaied into escorting costumed children through Sunnydale after dark, it wasn’t as if he’d be forced to fight off demons. They avoided Halloween, and Giles wished he could too. As he dodged the screaming little monsters, trying not to step on any of them, he wondered at the lack of adult supervision. It seemed as if the children had been dumped, abandoned at the high-school. Given their lack of discipline, Giles could see why but still, it didn’t seem right. Ah well, if he could find Snyder, he could put at least some of the children under some sort of control. Forcing his way upstream, Giles stepped into the open area by the principal’s office.
“G-Man.” Giles winced at the nickname but Xander, at least, did seem to have a set of children standing in a mostly straight line. The lad must know where Giles could find the children he’d been assigned to convey through Sunnydale’s streets.
As Xander looked him over, taking in the whole costume, Giles felt glad for the mask even if it couldn’t hide his blushing cheeks. Once she’d heard he’d volunteered - Giles hadn’t confessed he’d been coerced - to help on Halloween, Willow had thrown herself into finding him the perfect costume. Giles would never have chosen Dread Pirate Roberts himself but, well, it had made the girl happy.
“Nice,” Xander said. “Very manly. Not at all Zorro: the Gay Blade.”
Zorro the what? Striding past Xander, Giles thought about ducking back to the library. Surely if he didn’t show Snyder would assign his children to someone else but, no, the man had spotted him. The half-dozen children were excited, certainly, but they weren’t running amok like the others had been. This wasn’t too terrible He could handle it. What was the worst that could happen?
Rating: G
Word Count: 354
Children milled about the hallway like minnows descending on castoff crumbs, darting and shrieking so shrilly that Giles wished he could cover his ears but he certainly wasn’t about to let go of his blade even if it was sheathed. The sword had been a mistake. Even if he had been shanghaied into escorting costumed children through Sunnydale after dark, it wasn’t as if he’d be forced to fight off demons. They avoided Halloween, and Giles wished he could too. As he dodged the screaming little monsters, trying not to step on any of them, he wondered at the lack of adult supervision. It seemed as if the children had been dumped, abandoned at the high-school. Given their lack of discipline, Giles could see why but still, it didn’t seem right. Ah well, if he could find Snyder, he could put at least some of the children under some sort of control. Forcing his way upstream, Giles stepped into the open area by the principal’s office.
“G-Man.” Giles winced at the nickname but Xander, at least, did seem to have a set of children standing in a mostly straight line. The lad must know where Giles could find the children he’d been assigned to convey through Sunnydale’s streets.
As Xander looked him over, taking in the whole costume, Giles felt glad for the mask even if it couldn’t hide his blushing cheeks. Once she’d heard he’d volunteered - Giles hadn’t confessed he’d been coerced - to help on Halloween, Willow had thrown herself into finding him the perfect costume. Giles would never have chosen Dread Pirate Roberts himself but, well, it had made the girl happy.
“Nice,” Xander said. “Very manly. Not at all Zorro: the Gay Blade.”
Zorro the what? Striding past Xander, Giles thought about ducking back to the library. Surely if he didn’t show Snyder would assign his children to someone else but, no, the man had spotted him. The half-dozen children were excited, certainly, but they weren’t running amok like the others had been. This wasn’t too terrible He could handle it. What was the worst that could happen?
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