Giles Shorts

Title: Tattoo Removal
Author: Quaggy
Word Count: 100
Last line prompt: "She watched him leave with a wicked smile on her face."
Notes: Set after right after The Dark Age.


With a wicked smile on her face, Buffy spun around and lifted up her hair.

“It’s gone!” exclaimed Giles, his fingers brushed the nape of her neck where the tattoo had been.

“Yup! The back of my neck has been crazy itchy all day. By the time I looked, Ethan’s stupid souvenir had faded to practically nothing. I guess my Slayer healing doesn’t like evil tattoos. Or possibly just tattoos in general.”

“Amazing!”

“It sure beats a vial of acid!”

“Well, Ethan always did go for dramatic rather than effective.”

“So, his plan wouldn’t have worked?”

“Not on any level.”

Title: London Fog
Author: Quaggy
Word Count: 100
Last line prompt: "Dubiously, Giles asked, 'What exactly is in this potion?'"
Notes: This is probably post-series because it's unlikely that Buffy would have had a London Fog before 2003. But it's fine by me if you'd rather think of this exchange as happening during their Sunnydale days.


Dubiously, Giles asked, "What exactly is in this potion?"

“Mostly Earl Grey and milk,” Buffy replied. “Trust me, you’ll like it.” She rolled her eyes as Giles gave it a suspicious sniff. “You sure make it difficult for someone to fuss over you.”

“I’m not an invalid, Buffy.”

“No, you’ve just been running yourself into the ground. Now drink your tea and rest up. We need you in fighting form.”

It was no use arguing with her when she was like this. Giles took a cautious sip of the strange brew and grumbled. He hated it when she was right.

Title: The Third Time isn’t the Charm
Author: Quaggy
Word Count: 200
Prompt: "You take my life when you take the means whereby I live."



He wasn’t there the first time, though he had tried to be. Tried to take her place. The less he thought about the second time, the better. And now here he was, desperately casting a counter-curse to prevent the third. The dark miasma surrounding her disappeared. His spell was successful, but that didn’t mean he succeeded. She was so still.

“Please. Oh please! Oh please,” he begged, dropping to his knees beside her. “Can’t go on without her. Won’t go on. Please!”

“Love you too,” Buffy croaked, eyes still closed, and Giles sobbed in relief. He didn’t even realize he was kissing her until he felt her lips move under his and her hand thread through his hair. He quickly pulled away.

“So, that’s what a girl has to do to get kissed around here. Good to know,” Buffy grinned, sounding both smug and exhausted. Giles found himself smiling back.

“Well, if you would be so kind as to refrain from getting yourself killed yet again, I promise I will kiss you as often as you like,” he said.

“You’ve got yourself a deal,” Buffy declared and tapped her finger to her lips. Giles was quick to answer her command.

While these two drabbles can be read seperately, I prefer to think of them as set in the same post-series future.

( Keep It To Yourself )


Title: Underneath It All
Author: Quaggy
Word Count: 100
Pairing: Buffy/Giles
Prompt: Mask
( Underneath It All )

Title: Inherited Skill
Author: Quaggy
Word Count: 100
Last line prompt: "Her eyes just said it all"
Notes: Fluff. Pure fluff.


Her eyes just said it all. So did the chocolate around her mouth.

“Zoey, do not lie to me. Where you sneaking cookies before diner?”

“I’m sorry, Daddy.”

Giles did his best to remain stern, but it was a near thing. She looked entirely too much like her mother.

Buffy laughed when he told her about it later. “You think after all these years of being around me, you’d be more immune to a good pout!”

“Quite the opposite, in fact. You’ve always made me far too happy that I gave in. After all this time, it’s a conditioned response.”
 

So I honestly did try to get these down to 100 words, but it pretty hard to write an AU successfully with such a limited word count. So these are double drabbles, both clocking in at 200 words exactly. They are linked, so you'll have to read the first to understand the second. All you really know is that I dislike Season 6 intensely and yet somehow responded by writing a scenario that was arguably just as dark and depressing.


( Giles closed his eyes... )
( Giles, what have you done... )

Okay, now please excuse me while I go write something fluffy.
  

Title: Goes Around, Comes Around
Author: Quaggy
Word Count: 100
Last line prompt: "A Slayer deserves a night off now and then."



A Slayer deserves a night off now and then. Every good Watcher knew that. But it seemed like every night was an excuse to go clubbing. This new Slayer was reckless, irresponsible, and completely aggravating. Not that this Watcher would say any of that out loud. She was not a hypocrite. It didn’t matter, of course. Giles always knew what she was thinking.

“You are enjoying this FAR too much,” Buffy grumbled, as they watched her young charge. Her first as a newly minted Watcher.

“I am actually.”

“Stupid role reversal.”

“I recommend Scotch. Shall I?”

“Yes! A double, please.”