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Fic: For the Slayer Who Has Everything 2/6 [Fandom: Buffy]

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Dec. 21st, 2007 | 10:47 pm
location: The Hellmouth
mood: nostalgicnostalgic
music: No Rain by Blind Melon
posted by: gylzgirl in hiding_in_stars

Title: For the Slayer Who Has Everything 2/6
Author: GylzGirl
Rating: Adult
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters: Giles, Buffy, Xander, Anya, Willow, Dawn, Tara, The Trio, Ethan Rayne
Pairing: Giles/Buffy, Willow/Tara, Xander/Anya
Written: December 2001
Timeline: AU. Season 6. December Holidays 2001. Post-"Wrecked"
Status: Complete
Summary: It's Christmas and The Trio has a special present for Buffy.
Spoilers: Thru "Wrecked".
Disclaimers: Joss and Fox own the characters. No infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Thanks to Karen and Gail for the beta
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Chapter Two

Giles brought his cup of tea over to the table. As he sat, he reached for the large envelope the courier had dropped off earlier. He opened it and drew its contents out, spreading the paperwork out before him. He slowly finished his tea as he read through the papers, occasionally stopping to fill out the odd form within the pile.

When there was no more tea and the last blank was filled, he stood up, stretched, and walked over to the phone. Fighting off a smile, he dialed the number for the Summers' residence in Sunnydale, CA. The line clicked and a nasal female voice came over the line. "We're sorry but service to this area has been temporarily interrupted due to the inclement weather conditions currently present. Please try again later."

"Hmm." He hung up the phone and dialed Xander's number only to get the exact same recording. Hoping it was nothing more than a heavy thunderstorm or strong gusts of wind that had taken out some of the lines, he instead dialed a local number.

"Nortrans Shipping," a male voice answered the line.

"Hello, I need speak with Jason Brierly please."

"Speaking."

"Oh yes. Hello. My name is Rupert Giles. I was referred to you by Rachel Burton over at Blythe World Travel."

"Oh yeah, Rach said you would probably be in contact. Did you get our informational packet?"

"I did. And I've filled out the forms. I'm really quite anxious to get this started."

"I can send someone over to collect the papers and if everything's in order, we can have a crew come by as soon as you like."

"Would tomorrow morning be possible?"

Giles could hear the mirth in the other man's voice. "You really are anxious aren't you?"

"You've no idea."

"We'll do our very best for you. Our courier will be there in less than an hour. Rach gave me your information."

"Wonderful. I'll speak to you soon then. Bye."

As Giles hung up the phone, a big smile appeared on his face.

******

"So are you going to hog him all night or do the rest of us get our turn?" Buffy moved away from Giles to see her little sister standing there with her hands on her hips.

Buffy flashed a smile up at him. "Sorry."

"Not at all." He released her and held his arms open to the younger Summers. She ran forward and squeezed him tightly. "I've missed you Sweetheart," he said as he kissed the top of her head. His eyes then found Buffy's and locked. "I've missed all of you very much." His voice took on a slightly deeper tone than normal.

It made Buffy shiver a little, which surprised her for a moment. Normally, this would be the cue for her old self to kick in and excuse it as moving past the fear of never seeing him again and accepting that he was really here. But, the new Buffy was very well aware of what had caused that reaction, of how much she almost lost when Giles went away. She would do everything she could to make sure he stayed. She cleared her throat. "You're just in time for cookies. And as the tallest, you're nominated to put the star on the top of the tree."

He released Dawn and approached Buffy again. Gently, he touched her cheek with his fingertips. "I think I'd rather lift you up and let you do it."

There was that shiver again. He took her arm and wound it around his own, walking her into the living room.

******

A figure stood on the lawn of the Summers' house, peering at the proceedings through the windows. "Aww look at that now. Naughty Ripper. Looks like you've dropped the 'I only watch her because that's my job' pretense." His eyes followed the couple as they moved into the living room, joining the others. "Like he never snuck a peek at that firm nubile little... Oh there she is," he breathed as his focus settled on Willow. "There's my little beauty. That's the one who's been radiating magick and chaos like a bloody beacon. Don't let dear old Rupert scare you away my pet. Your Uncle Ethan has games to show you that you've scarcely conceived of yet."

In the crisp air of a December night in Sunnydale, Ethan Rayne smiled.

******

In an hour's time, bellies were full of nog and cookies, lights, ornaments and tinsel adorned the tree, and smiles were helping to warm the room. Buffy walked to Giles' side carrying the star. She touched his arm. "So, were you all talk or does the offer still stand?"

Giles smiled, coming to stand behind her and letting his arms loosely trail along her waist. He moved his head so that his lips gently brushed her ear. "Tell me if you need me to hold you any tighter," he whispered.

Buffy licked her lips and tried to return her breathing to some semblance of normal as Giles effortlessly lifted her up to place the star at the top of the tree. Once she had straightened it, Giles slowly let her petite body slide down the front of his own as he set her on her feet again.

Pretending not to notice the way Giles' hands lingered on her hips before letting go of her completely, Buffy cleared her throat. "Hey do you guys have any plans for the rest of the night?"

"What is this? You're using us for our decorating skill and then giving us the old heave ho?" Xander smiled.

"No. No ho. I just thought maybe you guys would like to carry on with the party, while I go do at least a couple of rounds of patrol. If you all don't mind that is." When they all chimed in their assent, Buffy smiled. "Great. There's pizza money on the table and provided our pointy toothed friends decide to play nice, I won't be too long."

When the gang's attentions once again turned to each other, she took Giles by the hands and led him into the entryway. "Dawn's got the guys here to look after her for the evening. Would you maybe... like to come on patrol with me?"

"Just the two of us?" His smile made his eyes twinkle adorably.

"Us two... and any vampires that decide to show up. Then it's us plus dust."

He took her coat off of the banister rail and held it out for her. She turned her back to him, putting in one arm then the other. Under the pretense of closing her jacket around her, he once again slipped his arms around her waist. "Sounds like fun," he purred in her ear. "I can't wait to see what kind of wonders you work with that hard length of wood in your hand."

She could feel herself blush. She almost couldn't believe that this was her Giles. He was so brazen and seductive. He was behaving exactly the way she'd fantasized he be brave enough to try on her, but never ever thought he actually would. 'He must have been so alone in England,' she thought.

He moved away from her. She turned toward him in time to see him open the door and gesture for her to go ahead of him. She smiled and proceeded forward. 'If I do this right. If I do this just right. Neither of us will have to be alone ever again.'

******

Warren walked through the room carrying a jingling box of spare components. He observed his two companions watching Star Trek: Deep Space Nine on their big screen TV.

"What are you guys doing?"

"Watching Dr. Bashir chase Jadzia," Jonathan said.

Distracted for the moment, Warren asked. "First season?" Jonathan nodded.

"I like Dr. Bashir," Andrew stated.

"Yep," Jonathan smiled. "You want to have his baby."

"I do not! I just... relate to him is all." A moment of uncomfortable silence stretched across the room before Andrew spoke again. "It was ONE fic! And it was not a Mary Sue! Garak had the baby!"

"Don't you mean a Marty Stu?" Jonathan teased.

"Yes! I meant that. I mean I meant that it wasn't that." Again, it was quiet. "Shut up!" Andrew stuffed a fistful of popcorn into his mouth.

Warren shook his head. "You guys need to get up off your asses and help me load the van."

Jonathan blinked slowly. "Why are we loading the van?"

Warren rolled his eyes. "Because if something tips Buffy that Giles is actually a robot, she's going to know exactly who made him and right where to come to kick the ass of said person... or persons."

Both Jonathan and Andrew got to their feet. "I see your point," Jonathan said as he picked up an empty box and began filling it full of DVDs and videos. Andrew started carefully laying action figures in a plastic carrying case.

"Besides," Warren said, "you guys have got to see the house I got us with the some of the money we've brought in. It's massive."

"The size of a small moon?" Andrew smiled.

"It's definitely too big to be a space station," Warren replied.

"Princess Leia so wants me," Jonathan said, ignoring the disbelieving looks from his friends.

******

"So that concludes our nostalgic tour of Restfield Cemetery. As you can see, not much has changed. Little granite. Little marble. Lots and lots of dead." Buffy smiled up at Giles.

"Has activity been up lately?"

"Nah. About the same as usual. I seem to be getting a little better at knowing where to be to catch them as they rise. There've been a whole lot less already vacated graves that I've come across."

"Ah yes. You're learning to stretch out with your feelings."

She smiled. "To hone."

"Pardon?"

"That's what you've always called it. Hone."

"Oh. Yes I suppose I have."

"You know you have. I used to tease you about it all the time." She looked at him strangely. "Are you okay?"

In a flash, he had pulled her to him, his mouth descending on her own. It took her only a second to respond in earnest. She looped her arms up around his neck. When they parted, she was panting softly and he was smiling.

"Sorry. I've been wanting to do that all night." He gently stroked her hair.

"Don't be sorry. I've been wanting you to do that all night. Actually, it's been a lot longer than just tonight."

"Being back with you here. I can't imagine why I ever left."

"Because of me."

"Surely that's the best reason to stay?"

Buffy looked up into his eyes. "Don't go back? Please?" She looked down. "That was supposed to come out a lot less begging. I was gonna just show you how well I've accepted responsibility and gotten myself together and all this other stuff. And the truth is that I have, but I don't care about any of it. I just don't want you to go away again. Please?" She held onto him tightly and hoped she wouldn't crack his ribs.

"I'm not going anywhere." He kissed the top of her head.

She began to cry into his sweater-front as he held her tighter.

******

Ethan remained outside the windows of the Summers' home. He was waiting for Willow to be alone and so far that hadn't proved very productive. Having barely missed being seen by Buffy and Giles when they left, he again had to dodge Xander and Anya when they went as well. "Come on. Say goodnight to your little friend. It's freezing out here!"

He observed the young brunette girl hugging both remaining older girls goodnight and heading up the stairs. Ethan blew hot air into his hands. He looked both ways over his shoulders and then turned his attentions back to the blonde still inside with Willow. "Bedtime seems quite a good idea. Somniculous," he said as he pointed his finger at her. Instantly, Tara yawned.

Ethan smiled to himself and tried to pull his jacket collar up closer to his chin. "I'll have to remember to call ahead next time."

******

"We're sorry but service to this area has been temporarily interrupted due to the inclement weather conditions currently present. Please try again later."

"Dammit!" Giles slammed down the phone and began to pace. He'd been trying Buffy's and Xander's alternately all day long and always got the same recording. He ran his hands back through his hair and sat down. Suddenly, he stood right back up again and took hold of the phone, frantically dialing.

"Espresso Pump. This is Gail."

"Gail? Hello. It's Rupert."

"No really, I thought it was this other British guy we used to pay to sing here. For goodness sakes, how are you?! Where are you?! You haven't been in in months!"

"I'm in England actually. It... its a long story. Anyway, I was planning to come back soon and I'm trying to contact some of my friends in town, but I keep getting a recording about the lines being down because of the weather and..."

"What weather?"

"I don't know. It says inclement weather conditions."

"Rupert honey, the weather's been totally clear. I mean, yeah, it's quite chilly. But there isn't a cloud in the sky."

"You sure that's not just in your part of town?"

"No, I mean only the sky actually over the Pump. Yes, the whole town silly."

"That's very odd then."

"I'd say so."

"Gail love, I'm going to have to let you go. Thanks for the help."

"Don't thank me. Come sing for me when you get back sometime."

"You have my word. On the house too. Bye."

He hung up the phone and quickly dialed again.

"Blythe World Travel."

"Miss Burton? It's Mr. Giles."

"Oh, hello."

"I need a seat on the next available flight to Southern California."


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Continues in CHAPTER THREE



Previous Chapter:
Chapter One

Following Chapters:
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six

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