Drabble: His Duty
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giles_shortsTitle: His Duty
Author: littleotter73
Prompt: Autumn
Characters: Giles, Buffy
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: Just playing in Joss’ sandbox. I make no profit.
The ground below grew wetter with the heavy dew and the fallen autumn leaves made for treacherous conditions. Giles was glad to have worn his old Rugby boots for traction. Taking his broadened stance, the Watcher surveyed the field. One behemoth in particular paced back and forth, eyes murderous, targeting the Slayer. Squaring his shoulders, Giles knew his duty.
Buffy came up behind him, placing a firm hand on his back. He must’ve been insane to agree to this, but she’d argued it was a fall tradition. Gripping the oblong ball, he waited her command.
“Seventeen, six, hut, hut, hike!”
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Date: 2013-10-31 11:26 pm (UTC)