Giles found it hard to focus on the books. His eyes were clear, but his mind was a complete muddle and he had no idea what he'd just read. Sighing, he removed his glasses and tossed them onto the book, rubbing his eyes as if that would make it easier though he knew it wouldn't.
He hated seeing Wesley like this, hated seeing him look so small and hurt. Wesley tended to crunch in on himself now, and Giles wanted nothing more than to pull Wesley into his arms, into their bed. They could wrap around one another and pretend everything was all right until the others found something useful. But he knew that wasn't true. He couldn't just lie around. He had to do something.
He put his glasses back on and tried to focus on the words before him. Buffy's hand settle over his and Giles looked up. The expression on her face, the worry shining out of her eyes, let Giles know he looked just as weary and ragged as he felt.
"We'll fix this," she said with utter confidence. "We've tackled everything else and we'll fix this."
There was no room for doubt in her voice, or on her face. She nodded and he nodded in return, his resolve returning. Then they both went back to their books and Giles found it actually possible to read and comprehend the words before him.
“Nothing?” Mister Giles asked, this time with some anger in his voice.
“Yes,” Wesley sighed. He’d told the man about five times before that he wasn’t able to see a thing. He understood that it was hard to comprehend, though perhaps not for a Watcher, but the only thing it was doing, was putting his face into the facts that he was blind. Locked up in the dark he feared so much. “Not a thing.”
Mister Giles sighed and Wesley heard him say something, probably to Mrs., Giles who had come to see what was going on when she’d heard her husbands agitated voice. “And you say it was a doll who started al this?”
“As far as we can tell, yes,” Wesley nodded. At least, that’s what he remembered had come from the spell. As it was, he was having a bit of trouble remembering the details. Which only made him slump down even more. What good was he going to be if he couldn’t even get this right?
“Alright,” Mister Giles said and Wesley could practically see him nodding in his mind. At least he could still vision what his…father in law looked like. “I’ll put my team on this as well and we’ll see what we can find out. I’ll call you and Rupert later today. Don’t worry, Wesley. We’ll fix this.” Again there was mumbling and Wesley waited patiently. “Mona sends her love to you boys. She’ll help us out as well. Just… stay calm and I’ll call you.”
Wesley just nodded numbly, said his goodbyes and then hung up the phone. Or rather he tried to. It was frustrating that he had to follow the cord to actually figure out where to put the damn thing. Once that was done, he drummed his fingers on the desk, and felt helpless again. And not to mention useless. It wasn’t as though he could actually call anyone else, and he felt rather silly to call out to Giles to come and get him.
Giles looked up from his book and rubbed at his neck. He was getting somewhere, he knew it. From what he remembered of the spell they'd glimpsed in the doll--Willow and Tara had only found traces of it when they'd examined the thing--he'd finally found something similar.
"We're ready for Wesley, whenever he's ready," Tara said, giving Giles an encouraging smile.
"Oh? I'll let him know." Standing with a sigh, Giles headed toward his office and slipped inside. Wesley seemed to be done with the phone. The expression on his face twisted Giles' heart. "Wesley? The girls are ready to examine you, if you're ready."
Getting more frustrated by the second, Wesley debated getting up himself and just feeling his way toward the door. He could follow the voices that sometimes floated through there. They were soft, hushed voices, as though they were discussing something that they didn’t want someone else to hear. Or maybe the door was closed? He had no idea.
Sighing, he slumped in his chair and ran a hand over his face. He nearly jumped out of his skin when Giles voice came, even though it was only soft. “What? Oh, right. I’m ready.” Not as though he had anything *else* to do, he thought ruefully before he remembered what he was supposed to be ready for.
Magic. They were going to do spell on him. Again. More spells. He wasn’t very lucky with spells done to him was he? A cold fear gripped the pit of his stomach but he quickly pushed it away. If he showed fear now, that would only serve to make Tara and Willow insecure, and Giles worries. He trusted them, he just didn’t trust the magic.
“Best get this over with then hmm?” he said, trying to sound cheerful. Getting up from the chair, he felt around until his hand bumped into the table and then started to make his way over to the voice and the door. Where he assumed he’d find Giles. He wondered if the man would worry to much if he just wrapped his arms around his lover and held on for a few seconds. Probably, best leave off then.
Giles watched Wesley make his way toward him and wanted nothing more than to go and help him. He wasn't sure how angry Wesley would get, however, and so he waited at the door. Of course, once Wesley got to him, Giles couldn't resist laying his hand on Wesley's arm to guide him. He leaned in close, kissing Wesley's temple.
"We'll make this right, love," he said softly enough that only Wesley would hear him. "I promise you. And I'm going to be there throughout the spell. Nothing's going to happen." This time, Giles silently added to himself.
He hated seeing Wesley like this, hated seeing him look so small and hurt. Wesley tended to crunch in on himself now, and Giles wanted nothing more than to pull Wesley into his arms, into their bed. They could wrap around one another and pretend everything was all right until the others found something useful. But he knew that wasn't true. He couldn't just lie around. He had to do something.
He put his glasses back on and tried to focus on the words before him. Buffy's hand settle over his and Giles looked up. The expression on her face, the worry shining out of her eyes, let Giles know he looked just as weary and ragged as he felt.
"We'll fix this," she said with utter confidence. "We've tackled everything else and we'll fix this."
There was no room for doubt in her voice, or on her face. She nodded and he nodded in return, his resolve returning. Then they both went back to their books and Giles found it actually possible to read and comprehend the words before him.
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“Yes,” Wesley sighed. He’d told the man about five times before that he wasn’t able to see a thing. He understood that it was hard to comprehend, though perhaps not for a Watcher, but the only thing it was doing, was putting his face into the facts that he was blind. Locked up in the dark he feared so much. “Not a thing.”
Mister Giles sighed and Wesley heard him say something, probably to Mrs., Giles who had come to see what was going on when she’d heard her husbands agitated voice. “And you say it was a doll who started al this?”
“As far as we can tell, yes,” Wesley nodded. At least, that’s what he remembered had come from the spell. As it was, he was having a bit of trouble remembering the details. Which only made him slump down even more. What good was he going to be if he couldn’t even get this right?
“Alright,” Mister Giles said and Wesley could practically see him nodding in his mind. At least he could still vision what his…father in law looked like. “I’ll put my team on this as well and we’ll see what we can find out. I’ll call you and Rupert later today. Don’t worry, Wesley. We’ll fix this.” Again there was mumbling and Wesley waited patiently. “Mona sends her love to you boys. She’ll help us out as well. Just… stay calm and I’ll call you.”
Wesley just nodded numbly, said his goodbyes and then hung up the phone. Or rather he tried to. It was frustrating that he had to follow the cord to actually figure out where to put the damn thing. Once that was done, he drummed his fingers on the desk, and felt helpless again. And not to mention useless. It wasn’t as though he could actually call anyone else, and he felt rather silly to call out to Giles to come and get him.
“Splendid,” he muttered under his breath.
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"We're ready for Wesley, whenever he's ready," Tara said, giving Giles an encouraging smile.
"Oh? I'll let him know." Standing with a sigh, Giles headed toward his office and slipped inside. Wesley seemed to be done with the phone. The expression on his face twisted Giles' heart. "Wesley? The girls are ready to examine you, if you're ready."
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Sighing, he slumped in his chair and ran a hand over his face. He nearly jumped out of his skin when Giles voice came, even though it was only soft. “What? Oh, right. I’m ready.” Not as though he had anything *else* to do, he thought ruefully before he remembered what he was supposed to be ready for.
Magic. They were going to do spell on him. Again. More spells. He wasn’t very lucky with spells done to him was he? A cold fear gripped the pit of his stomach but he quickly pushed it away. If he showed fear now, that would only serve to make Tara and Willow insecure, and Giles worries. He trusted them, he just didn’t trust the magic.
“Best get this over with then hmm?” he said, trying to sound cheerful. Getting up from the chair, he felt around until his hand bumped into the table and then started to make his way over to the voice and the door. Where he assumed he’d find Giles. He wondered if the man would worry to much if he just wrapped his arms around his lover and held on for a few seconds. Probably, best leave off then.
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"We'll make this right, love," he said softly enough that only Wesley would hear him. "I promise you. And I'm going to be there throughout the spell. Nothing's going to happen." This time, Giles silently added to himself.
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