Drabble: Checking In

[il_mio_capitano]

Title: Checking In
Author: il-mio-capitano
Length: 100
Characters: Giles
Rating: FRC
prompt: for the first line last challenge!


Staring at the plane ticket in his hand, Giles took a deep breath and handed it to the agent. Computer keys clicked as she efficiently took him through the ritual. Passport please. Large baggage on the conveyor scales. Hand luggage size? Had he packed everything himself? Had anyone else had access in the meantime? He grimly thought terrorism would be a nice change of pace after what he'd just been through, but gave the expected answers and was rewarded with boarding card, baggage claim stickers and a professional smile of curt dismissal. This was really happening. He was running away.

Full Moon

[dhw]

Title: Full Moon
Author: DHW
Length: 150
Characters: Giles
Rating: FRT
prompt: first line, last line

First line from Cap's Checking In - 'He was running away'


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He was running away. Beating a tactical retreat, as his father might have said. This was a library, for God’s sake. Naked men in the history section were well above his paygrade. Still...

“I beg your pardon?” he said.

“I need pants,” said the man. He was Scottish. And naked. Very, very naked. “Undercrackers. Kecks. Skivvies. The old scrote tote.”

“Who are you?”

Important enquiries first. It was the Watcher way.

“A better question would be what.”

“What?”

“See. Better. I’m a highland terrier. The name’s Wuffles.”

Well, that explained the accent. But not the rest of it, human-shaped and naked as the rest very much was.

“You don’t look much like a dog to me.”

“Full moon, innit?”

“You’re a…” Giles frowned. “Were…man?”

“Aye. Nasty encounter with a werewolf. Outside of the full moon, o’course. Thought he were just a man.”

“What happened?” said Giles, fascinated.

“I bit him.”