Drabble: Where Everyone Knows Your Name

[il_mio_capitano]

Title: Where Everyone Knows Your Name
Author: il-mio-capitano
Length: 100
Rating: FRT
Characters: Giles, Willy the bartender


"Worst night ever. Jeez." Willy waved his arms at the sight of more demons turn straight out of his bar, and stomped across to his only customer. "You need to go home, Watcher. You're bad for business."

Giles waved his empty shot glass. "I'm doing my best."

"Yeah, I can retire soon." Willy refilled it. "Last one and then I'm calling the Slayer."

"She wouldn't come. Not after what I did. I've taught her all she needs to know, you see."

"Funny. My clientele think otherwise. They know who you are and what you mean to her."

"But she doesn't."

More Trouble than it's worth.

[protoneoromanic.livejournal.com]

Drabble: 100 words: Buffy and Giles, Ides of March Edition

“More trouble than it's worth half the time,” Buffy sympathized, patting Giles' hand, “The whole dream thing. The not knowing if it means anything. I'll be careful.”

The Watcher would not be placated. His soul was screaming, and he knew the voice of prophesy when he heard it. “Buffy,” he insisted fervently, “you cannot go out there. It's not safe.”

The Slayer tried to laugh it off, but his worry had her worried. Buffy shook herself a little, worried sure, but... “Giles what am I supposed to tell Mom? I didn't come home because my Watcher had a dream?”

Bewitched and Besotted

[xspike4evax.livejournal.com]

Title: Bewitched and Besotted
Characters: Giles & Spike
Pairing: Spike/Willow (Willow doesn't feature)
Rating: PG
Length: drabble 100 words
Disclaimer: Not mine, you all know the drill
Summary: Having Spike as a flatmate was bad enough, but now he's all bewitched and besotted it's even worse.


Bewitched and Besotted

Fic: I Don't Know

[dragonyphoenix.livejournal.com]

Word Count: 124

But she didn't want to stay. She'd said “I don't know” instead of “I'm leaving” but it came down to the same thing. His world was too frightening for her.

When they'd first met, Olivia had been protected by her youth. A young teen hanging at the edge of Ripper's debauched crowd, she'd called magic a bourgeois game, a rebellious phase that he'd soon get over.

And now she was protected by cowardice. No, that wasn't fair. His world was damned dangerous. Look at what had happened to Jenny. Rupert drowned his Scotch and repressed the urge to shatter the glass. Violence wouldn't bring either woman back. Jenny had been a fool to stay. Olivia was many things, but she'd never been a fool.