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Planes, by LJS
I just saw a new Giles/Anya video on Youtube here, and was inspired to write a small character-piece...
TITLE: Planes
AUTHOR: LJS (Lori)
PAIRING: Giles/Anya
RATING: General
LENGTH: 430 words
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS: Joss Whedon and Co; the maker of that Youtube vid
SUMMARY: Season Six canon-compliant: Giles, planes, and what he wants and can't have.
When Giles was small, he wanted so badly to be a pilot. In his bedroom at night he would work on his models, trying to line up all the parts, glue them into place, make a perfect whole. As soon as he finished one, he'd zoom it around the room, flying over carpet and bed and books, imagining the earth dropping away beneath him.
After his father had told him about his Watcher destiny, Giles went into his bedroom and looked at his planes. His Hawkers, his Beaufighters, his Vickers gleamed at him from the shelves. Silently, neatly, he then packed all of them away except for one. That one he threw against the wall hard as he could, and watched it crash to the ground.
When he picked up the pieces, he cut himself. Still had the scar.
When Giles was enchanted under Willow's Tabula Rasa spell, he wanted so badly to take the woman who wore his ring. She was odd, yes, she was exasperating, yes, she had the most bizarre fear of rabbits. But the sweetness of her, the glow in her eyes... As soon as she straightened his tie for him that first time, pressing her body against his as if they had always made a perfect whole, he knew he had found his place.
After the spell wore off and he used the ticket in his pocket, he sat in the darkness, alone in a full row. Silently, neatly, he arranged his small glass of airline Scotch and his napkin so they touched. Then he remembered the kiss he and Anya had shared, tasting her still, and he felt the earth drop away from him, felt himself spinning and lost.
When Giles was lying in the Magic Box ruins, hurt and sure he was near death, he wanted so badly to tell Anya... well, everything. Wanted to tear up all old tickets and destinies, wanted to bond himself to her with permanent words, wanted to use his last breath in kissing her. Instead, he held her hand. Their intertwined fingers made a perfect whole.
After Giles and Anya had escaped the Magic Box, after he had healed enough to take up his duties to Willow, he sat in the darkness of another plane. Not quite alone - Willow was curled up against the window, pretending to be asleep - but he remembered the way Anya had cared for him, protected him, as the world dropped away underneath them all.
His hand had held magic. His hand had held hers.
He was too late this time to stop the crash.
TITLE: Planes
AUTHOR: LJS (Lori)
PAIRING: Giles/Anya
RATING: General
LENGTH: 430 words
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS: Joss Whedon and Co; the maker of that Youtube vid
SUMMARY: Season Six canon-compliant: Giles, planes, and what he wants and can't have.
When Giles was small, he wanted so badly to be a pilot. In his bedroom at night he would work on his models, trying to line up all the parts, glue them into place, make a perfect whole. As soon as he finished one, he'd zoom it around the room, flying over carpet and bed and books, imagining the earth dropping away beneath him.
After his father had told him about his Watcher destiny, Giles went into his bedroom and looked at his planes. His Hawkers, his Beaufighters, his Vickers gleamed at him from the shelves. Silently, neatly, he then packed all of them away except for one. That one he threw against the wall hard as he could, and watched it crash to the ground.
When he picked up the pieces, he cut himself. Still had the scar.
When Giles was enchanted under Willow's Tabula Rasa spell, he wanted so badly to take the woman who wore his ring. She was odd, yes, she was exasperating, yes, she had the most bizarre fear of rabbits. But the sweetness of her, the glow in her eyes... As soon as she straightened his tie for him that first time, pressing her body against his as if they had always made a perfect whole, he knew he had found his place.
After the spell wore off and he used the ticket in his pocket, he sat in the darkness, alone in a full row. Silently, neatly, he arranged his small glass of airline Scotch and his napkin so they touched. Then he remembered the kiss he and Anya had shared, tasting her still, and he felt the earth drop away from him, felt himself spinning and lost.
When Giles was lying in the Magic Box ruins, hurt and sure he was near death, he wanted so badly to tell Anya... well, everything. Wanted to tear up all old tickets and destinies, wanted to bond himself to her with permanent words, wanted to use his last breath in kissing her. Instead, he held her hand. Their intertwined fingers made a perfect whole.
After Giles and Anya had escaped the Magic Box, after he had healed enough to take up his duties to Willow, he sat in the darkness of another plane. Not quite alone - Willow was curled up against the window, pretending to be asleep - but he remembered the way Anya had cared for him, protected him, as the world dropped away underneath them all.
His hand had held magic. His hand had held hers.
He was too late this time to stop the crash.