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giles_shortsTitle: The Fate of Rupert Giles, Watcher First Class
Author: littleotter73
Chracters: Giles (in mention), Quentin Travers, OC
Rating: FRC
Word Count: 100
Last Line: We have a bit of a problem
A/N: Dedicated to il_mio_capitano. Happy birthday! <3
“We have a bit of a problem, Sir John,” Quentin Travers began as he addressed the Head of Council. “Giles the younger has shown up on our doorstep with blood on his hands.”
“What sort of blood?”
“Seems he killed a friend.” Travers submitted a simple answer to a very complex situation.
“Where is he now?”
“The infirmary, exhausted, malnourished, and high on magicks and drugs.”
Sir John shook his head in dismay. “In matters such as these, our only recourse is expulsion.”
“And here lies the irony of our dilemma, the fates called him tonight. His Slayer was born.”