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Saying Goodbye (Giles/Jenny, Xander; PG/K+; Shallow)
Working Title: Saying Goodbye
Author: Kat Lee
Character/Pairing: Giles/Jenny, Xander
Rating: PG/K+
Challenge: Shallow
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 300
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Mutant Enemy and Joss Whedon, not the author, and are used without permission.
He watches the flames dance and tries not to think, not to remember, not to hear her words of love or her dying cries. He looks to the silhouette of his sole companion and starts to reach for his spectacles and handkerchief. He stills his impulses, however, for this friend deserves considerably more. He's never thought of him as a true man until now as his gaze meets his over the flames. "Thank you, Xander," he speaks quietly.
This young man has stood by his friends as long as he's known him. Now, his shallow facade is gone with him, as well, as solemnly, he meets his gaze and nods. Together, they gaze into the fire, and as his old bed creaks, Rupert tries to pretend he doesn't hear Jenny's screams or notice Xander stepping closer to his side. The Watcher cleans his spectacles, and it's Xander's turn to pretend not to notice the tears slipping silently down his face in the dark.
When the bed is nothing more than ash, they turn away together. Giles slides his glasses back into place and looks sideways at his friend, who'll he never again think of as just a boy. Xander smiles at him. "See you tomorrow," he says as he heads out, but his simple words are more than a parting gesture. They are a promise, Giles understands, a promise they will see each other tomorrow, they will see the girls, and somehow, together, they'll get through this, too, as they have everything that's come before.
"Good night, Xander," he returns, shutting the door but never again his heart. He sits in silence, but for the first time in a long time, he doesn't think of Jenny. He thinks, instead, of his young friends and all the tomorrows yet to come.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Character/Pairing: Giles/Jenny, Xander
Rating: PG/K+
Challenge: Shallow
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 300
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Mutant Enemy and Joss Whedon, not the author, and are used without permission.
He watches the flames dance and tries not to think, not to remember, not to hear her words of love or her dying cries. He looks to the silhouette of his sole companion and starts to reach for his spectacles and handkerchief. He stills his impulses, however, for this friend deserves considerably more. He's never thought of him as a true man until now as his gaze meets his over the flames. "Thank you, Xander," he speaks quietly.
This young man has stood by his friends as long as he's known him. Now, his shallow facade is gone with him, as well, as solemnly, he meets his gaze and nods. Together, they gaze into the fire, and as his old bed creaks, Rupert tries to pretend he doesn't hear Jenny's screams or notice Xander stepping closer to his side. The Watcher cleans his spectacles, and it's Xander's turn to pretend not to notice the tears slipping silently down his face in the dark.
When the bed is nothing more than ash, they turn away together. Giles slides his glasses back into place and looks sideways at his friend, who'll he never again think of as just a boy. Xander smiles at him. "See you tomorrow," he says as he heads out, but his simple words are more than a parting gesture. They are a promise, Giles understands, a promise they will see each other tomorrow, they will see the girls, and somehow, together, they'll get through this, too, as they have everything that's come before.
"Good night, Xander," he returns, shutting the door but never again his heart. He sits in silence, but for the first time in a long time, he doesn't think of Jenny. He thinks, instead, of his young friends and all the tomorrows yet to come.
The End
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