FIC: The Key's Watcher: Conundrum, PG-13, Giles
Title: The Key’s Watcher: Conundrum
Author: Tara Keezer
Rating: PG-13
Character: Giles
tth100 Prompt: #006 Blood
Crossover: Anita Blake
Notes: Part of The Key’s Watcher/Dark Haven ‘verse. This takes place between TKW4: Natural Law and DH3: Blood Ties. If you haven’t read any of that ‘verse, this blink in time probably won’t make much sense to you. If you read it anyway, let me know if you were able to follow along or not.
Disclaimer: Laurell K. Hamilton owns Anita Blake. Whedon and various others own the rights to Buffy: the Vampire Slayer. I own a nifty picture of me with Anthony Stewart Head.
My Giles Master List
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Journal of Rupert Giles
November 28, 2004
I’ve just had the most appalling visit from Anita Blake. Bad enough the woman decided to pay me a visit, but did it have to be at half bloody five on a Sunday morning? And was it really so very impossible of her to change clothing before she stopped by? I realize she raises the dead for a living, but that’s no reason to show up on someone’s doorstep in blood-soaked clothing.
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November 28, 2004
After Anita left, I went back upstairs to our flat and tried to regain some semblance of calm. I had the vague idea that I would be able to get to sleep again after a cup of hot, sweet tea, and if I did that, I would be able to put Anita’s visit out of my mind.
Instead, I found Dawn puttering around in the kitchen. She was cross and out of sorts, if her posture and abrupt motions were anything to go by.
“What did she want?”
I sighed. Once upon a time, I might have been able to get by with vague assurances, but no longer. In less than three months, Dawn and I had gone from blissful ignorance of local vampire politics to being right in the thick of it. “I’m not entirely sure.”
Dawn gave me a look.
“Truly!” I sighed again and sat at the table. “Half the time, she insisted that I stay away from Jean-Claude, and the other half, she stressed how important it was to maintain our connection.”
“I figured she’d be jumping up and down for joy right now,” Dawn said, giving full voice to her crankiness. I suspected the cause was too little sleep rather than fretfulness over my convoluted social life. The fact that Anita’s impromptu visit was responsible for waking Dawn too early on a Sunday made the situation that much more sour.
I answered with a noncommittal grunt before adding, “She doesn’t know what she wants. She’s happy enough that I’m out of his bed, yet the greater worry of Belle Morte remains.”
Dawn sat down next to me and propped her chin in her hand. She frowned slightly. “Dad, I know you said we’re better off in St. Louis, but are you really sure about that? I mean, how bad could it be if you ended up with Belle Morte?”
I thought about how to respond. She had a good question, and one that I’d asked Jean-Claude two weeks before our row. His answer had been long, impassioned and absolutely terrifying when it came right down to it. My only concern now was to give Dawn an answer she could live with and not suffer from unduly much.
In the end, I gave her the only answer I could. “If Belle Morte is permitted to make me her human servant, the world will run with blood.”
After a long moment, she answered in a very small voice, “Oh.”
Author: Tara Keezer
Rating: PG-13
Character: Giles
tth100 Prompt: #006 Blood
Crossover: Anita Blake
Notes: Part of The Key’s Watcher/Dark Haven ‘verse. This takes place between TKW4: Natural Law and DH3: Blood Ties. If you haven’t read any of that ‘verse, this blink in time probably won’t make much sense to you. If you read it anyway, let me know if you were able to follow along or not.
Disclaimer: Laurell K. Hamilton owns Anita Blake. Whedon and various others own the rights to Buffy: the Vampire Slayer. I own a nifty picture of me with Anthony Stewart Head.
My Giles Master List
~*~*~
Journal of Rupert Giles
November 28, 2004
I’ve just had the most appalling visit from Anita Blake. Bad enough the woman decided to pay me a visit, but did it have to be at half bloody five on a Sunday morning? And was it really so very impossible of her to change clothing before she stopped by? I realize she raises the dead for a living, but that’s no reason to show up on someone’s doorstep in blood-soaked clothing.
~*~*~
November 28, 2004
After Anita left, I went back upstairs to our flat and tried to regain some semblance of calm. I had the vague idea that I would be able to get to sleep again after a cup of hot, sweet tea, and if I did that, I would be able to put Anita’s visit out of my mind.
Instead, I found Dawn puttering around in the kitchen. She was cross and out of sorts, if her posture and abrupt motions were anything to go by.
“What did she want?”
I sighed. Once upon a time, I might have been able to get by with vague assurances, but no longer. In less than three months, Dawn and I had gone from blissful ignorance of local vampire politics to being right in the thick of it. “I’m not entirely sure.”
Dawn gave me a look.
“Truly!” I sighed again and sat at the table. “Half the time, she insisted that I stay away from Jean-Claude, and the other half, she stressed how important it was to maintain our connection.”
“I figured she’d be jumping up and down for joy right now,” Dawn said, giving full voice to her crankiness. I suspected the cause was too little sleep rather than fretfulness over my convoluted social life. The fact that Anita’s impromptu visit was responsible for waking Dawn too early on a Sunday made the situation that much more sour.
I answered with a noncommittal grunt before adding, “She doesn’t know what she wants. She’s happy enough that I’m out of his bed, yet the greater worry of Belle Morte remains.”
Dawn sat down next to me and propped her chin in her hand. She frowned slightly. “Dad, I know you said we’re better off in St. Louis, but are you really sure about that? I mean, how bad could it be if you ended up with Belle Morte?”
I thought about how to respond. She had a good question, and one that I’d asked Jean-Claude two weeks before our row. His answer had been long, impassioned and absolutely terrifying when it came right down to it. My only concern now was to give Dawn an answer she could live with and not suffer from unduly much.
In the end, I gave her the only answer I could. “If Belle Morte is permitted to make me her human servant, the world will run with blood.”
After a long moment, she answered in a very small voice, “Oh.”