Drabble: Stumped

[il_mio_capitano]

Title: Stumped
Author: il-mio-capitano
Length: 100
Characters: Giles
Rating: FRC
Following on from Littleotter73’s Long Distance Goodbye



“I miss you. Yes? Mr Giles?”

Giles tentatively opened his eyes and turned his head to inspect the damage. A large hunting knife had ripped through his coat at the shoulder and impaled itself deep in the tree behind him. A couple of millimetres lower and he'd have been lamenting more than damaged tweed.

“To an extent, Olga,” he replied evenly. “Perhaps we should put down the weapons and work on your breathing?”

As his student pouted, Giles focused on retrieving the knife. He had a bad feeling the tree would budge first.

Sighing, he wriggled out of his jacket.

Drabble: Missing

[harmony033]

Title: Missing
Author: harmony033
Characters: Giles
Setting: Post-"Anne", early S3
Rating: FRC
Word Count: 100
Prompt: “Sighing, he wriggled out of his jacket.” from il_mio_capitano's drabble Stumped
Disclaimer: All for fun, not profit!



Sighing, he wriggled out of his jacket. It had been a long patrol. Giles' shoulder was angry and purple from colliding with a headstone instead of the Grontoch demon. He sat down heavily with a bag of frozen peas kept just for this occasion.

Please come home, he thought sadly. The others said they'd finish patrolling once they bested the Grontoch and Giles' arm nearly fell off. He was becoming weary of the "Nighthawk" talk anyway.

A commotion outside awoke Giles. He stood, wincing, hoping no one was hurt. A tentative knock…there she stood. For a moment, his heart stopped.