Giles Shorts

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.

Title: Après-ski
Author: il-mio-capitano
Length: 100
Characters: Giles, Buffy
Rating: FRC
Prompt: snowed in (I may have cheated a tad)

Giles started as Buffy flew into their idyllic ski cabin.

“Quick,” she shouted. “Help me barricade this. Now!”

A great roar outside spurred him to action and they both fought to exclude a big angry, clawed paw and push cabinets and chairs against the door.

“What happened, Buffy?”

“You tell me. One minute I was skiing, minding my own business, sashaying some frankly rather stylish turns, next minute, 300lbs of abominable snowman was hot on my tracks. And boy, can that thing shift.”

“But this is Aspen’” Giles said indignantly.

Buffy huffed.

“You wanna go outside and tell Bigfoot that?”

Next prompt: drums

Title: Spiked
Author: il-mio-capitano
characters: Giles, Spike
length: 100
rating: FRC
for the prompt: Egg Nog


Giles frowned at the contents of the pitcher before them.

"No disrespect to your mother, Spike, but are you sure you have the ingredients right? It looks gloopy. Is it supposed to be that colour? It looks positively anemic."

"Well if you care to open a vein, Watcher, we could bring the colour right back to its cheeks."

"I hardly believe that was in your mother's original recipe."

"Probably not," Spike agreed. "What say we add a quart of scotch?"

"I'd say it was a waste of good scotch. How about some bourbon?"

Spike grinned.

"Now that's the festive spirit!"


Next prompt: Out of gas




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Title: Dressed to Kill
Author: il-mio-capitano
Length: 100
Characters: Giles and Buffy
Rating: FRC

But when Buffy came down the stairs in that little black dress, stilettos, and the bright red lipstick that accentuated her pout, he knew his plans were doomed.

"Where do you think you're going?" Giles cautiously asked.

"I'm your 'plus one'."

"The invitation doesn't include a 'plus one'."

"The invitation doesn't include the bit about it being a big fat trap for gullible watchers." She smiled sweetly. "Maybe the card was too small?"

Giles turned and tugged at his bow tie in the mirror.

"I can look after myself, you know," he griped. "You can't possibly be carrying any weapons."

Title: Compensations
Author: il-mio-capitano
Length: 100
Characters: Buffy and Giles
Following on from: A Slayer's Destiny last line: After all, it was her destiny.

After all, it was her destiny to fight the dark forces of evil alone. Nevertheless, as Buffy surveyed what seemed to be the most law abiding cemetery in the history of Undead Sunnydale, such a destiny kinda sucked on the slow nights.

Footsteps on the gravel path piqued her interest but it was only Giles. She ignored him pointedly, and he, saying nothing in return, sat down and proceeded to pour a thermos of tea, the smell of which had her wrinkling her nose in disapproval. However, things improved when he produced cake.

"You'd better have brought enough to share."

Title: Turning Point
Author: il_mio_capitano
Length: 100
Characters: Ethan, Giles
Following on from Forever in the last line first line challenge


"Forever?" Giles stammered.

The yellow eyes flashed in amusement. The sharp teeth, which couldn't obscure the essential mischievousness that had once been Ethan, glistened.

"I'm not leaving you behind to rot as a human, Ripper. It will be like old times." He took a predatory step nearer. "Except we will have eternity together."

Giles' retreat hit the wall behind him, causing him to yelp.

"Could we not just start with coffee?" he bleated.

Ethan was close now, his hand slowly caressing Rupert's cheek.

"I think we've gone beyond that, don't you?"

Giles gripped the stake in his pocket.

"I guess."

Title: Parting Habits
Author: il-mio-capitano
Rating: frt.
Characters: Giles, Ethan
Last line: The one thought he did not allow in his mind was that it was all too much for him, that he was running away. (24 words!)

The one thought he did not allow in his mind was that it was all too much for him, that he was running away. No. His was a completely rational decision, and so what if he was dressing softly in the middle of the night so as not to wake the figure on the mattress? Staying with Ethan would be running away, plunging further into hedonistic magicks in an attempt to destroy what was left of Rupert Giles would be running away. Those would be cowardly actions, not this.

Nevertheless, he picked up his boots and crept out in shame.

Title: Something Stronger Required
Rating: FRC
Last line: Perhaps a cup of tea would help.


"Perhaps a cup of tea would help?"

Spike mustered all his soul into an expression of contempt.

"Don't be a plonker, Rupert. This requires the good stuff. Break out the single malt. My heart is literally in pieces on your floor here, mate."

"Well not 'literally' literally," Giles muttered to himself. Some men were cursed with many burdens, his was having to listen to every Buffy break-up story.

"You've got to speak to speak to her, Rupes. I've written something down for you."

Giles narrowed his eyes at the paper.

"Are these rhyming couplets?"

"Would that be a problem?"

Title: Rules
Author: il-mio-Capitano
Last line: He wasn't the man she wanted.

He wasn't the man she wanted him to be. The party had been wild and reckless, but now he was alone with the prettiest girl, Ripper saw past the mixture of lust, drink and drugs in her young waxy eyes and realised she was probably no more than fifteen. God, it was a terrible thing to be a responsible adult at twenty-one, and though she flung all manner of curses at him as he grabbed his jacket and fled the room, it was still the right thing to do.

He lit a cigarette and walked home. Some rules mattered.

Kicking off March Madness...here goes the first Drabble. The last line is all yours to spin from.

Title: Parental Pressure

Giles looked at the sporty red motorcycle for sale, and the possibilities thrilled his middle-aged heart. His dad had forbidden him one twenty-five years earlier, but then his dad had pretty much forbidden everything back then, and there was absolutely no reason to feel bound by his strict rules and censure now.

He'd only managed six blocks on the test ride when he suddenly had to pull over and cut the engine. It hadn't been his father who'd stopped him, it had been his mum, and she hadn't even said a word. Her eyes just said it all.