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giles_shortsTitle: Sucking In Love
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Character/Pairing: Giles/Buffy
Rating: Mild R/M
Challenge: Valentine's Day
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 363
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy, not the author, and are used without permission.
It's Valentine's Day, a day that's supposed to be marked with love, not death. He wishes Buffy and the other children hadn't had to see the real hearts that were taken out of the serial killer's victims. He wishes the only things they had to deal with this time of year was puppy love, the occasional heartbreak, and hearts in candy and on cards. He wishes they hadn't had to endure this. He wishes the bastard hadn't been human. He wishes he could've killed him any way.
"I'm sorry, Buffy," he speaks softly so that only she can hear him, not that there's any one around to hear their discourse any way. He truly is.
She looks up at him, trying to make light of the situation, but there's a sorrow in her beautiful, green eyes that he can barely stand. For just a moment, he wishes, too, that not only could he have protected her from all of this but that he could make her smile and feel those eyes with joy as her former flame had for a while. But that's not his place. He is her Watcher, there to watch her train, learn what she needs to know, fight, and one day, too soon whenever it may come, die.
"It's okay, Giles," she answers the words she knows he needs to hear, but then she looks away. "Just tell me one thing," she says after a long moment. "Do all Slayers suck in love?"
He pushes his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose. "I'm afraid they do, yes."
She sighs, jumps onto his desk, and swings her legs like she's a kid again and everything's okay. He won't tell her, but he knows nothing in her life can ever truly be okay again. He smiles at her show of careless youth, but the smile doesn't reach his own, hidden heart. Why, he wonders for the thousandth time in her presence, did he have to follow his father and become a Watcher? Why will he have to watch her die? He wishes he had better answers for them both, but the sad truths are he doesn't and never will.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Character/Pairing: Giles/Buffy
Rating: Mild R/M
Challenge: Valentine's Day
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 363
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy, not the author, and are used without permission.
It's Valentine's Day, a day that's supposed to be marked with love, not death. He wishes Buffy and the other children hadn't had to see the real hearts that were taken out of the serial killer's victims. He wishes the only things they had to deal with this time of year was puppy love, the occasional heartbreak, and hearts in candy and on cards. He wishes they hadn't had to endure this. He wishes the bastard hadn't been human. He wishes he could've killed him any way.
"I'm sorry, Buffy," he speaks softly so that only she can hear him, not that there's any one around to hear their discourse any way. He truly is.
She looks up at him, trying to make light of the situation, but there's a sorrow in her beautiful, green eyes that he can barely stand. For just a moment, he wishes, too, that not only could he have protected her from all of this but that he could make her smile and feel those eyes with joy as her former flame had for a while. But that's not his place. He is her Watcher, there to watch her train, learn what she needs to know, fight, and one day, too soon whenever it may come, die.
"It's okay, Giles," she answers the words she knows he needs to hear, but then she looks away. "Just tell me one thing," she says after a long moment. "Do all Slayers suck in love?"
He pushes his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose. "I'm afraid they do, yes."
She sighs, jumps onto his desk, and swings her legs like she's a kid again and everything's okay. He won't tell her, but he knows nothing in her life can ever truly be okay again. He smiles at her show of careless youth, but the smile doesn't reach his own, hidden heart. Why, he wonders for the thousandth time in her presence, did he have to follow his father and become a Watcher? Why will he have to watch her die? He wishes he had better answers for them both, but the sad truths are he doesn't and never will.
The End
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