fanfic, next chapter
I should probably be posting these chapters more frequently since I'm not doing that much on the editing of them. But I'm lazy. Here's the next chapter of my Oh-so-originally-titled B/G fic,
What If?
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: PG 13
Genre: Fluff, Angst, Romance
Ship: Buffy/Giles
Characters: Buffy, Giles, Willow in a supporting role, Angel, Joyce, Xander and Anya in minor roles.
Summary: "The Prom" was a seminal episode for many Buffy/Giles shippers for the moment when it appeared that Giles was about to ask Buffy to dance. How might Buffy and Giles' relationship have developed if Angel hadn't come in just at that moment, ruining everything? ;)
Disclaimer: Doing this results in no profit, only in the pain of lost time. Everything belongs to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, et al.
Read Chapter 1 here
Chapter 2
Buffy seemed drawn to Angel as if by magnetic force. Giles watched her go to him, to be embraced by him, to be held in the vampire’s arms as they swayed gently to the music. He suddenly felt very alone, and very old, and he returned to the sidelines where the chaperones belonged.
But Giles was happy for Buffy. This was a special night; it was good for the man she loved to be here with her, and she deserved to dance with someone handsome and young.
Only Angel wasn’t young, Giles corrected himself, nor was he a man. He was two-hundred and twenty-four years older than Buffy and was a creature of evil. Giles had tried, but he could never fully forgive Angel for what he did when he lost his soul, and it hurt to see Buffy with him, to see her loving that thing. Giles would be lying if he said he would be sorry to see the last of Angel.
Yet at the same time he felt so very sorry for Buffy, that she was losing the being she loved more than anything else in the world, whether rightly or not.
Giles shook his head, trying to rid his mind of his depressing, circular train of thought. His eyes fell on Buffy’s golden umbrella on the chair next to him, and he smiled. It had, at least, been a very nice dance.
***
Angel had come back, and only for this night - but Buffy didn’t want to think about that. She held him tight, pressing her face to his shoulder, as if she would never let go. She felt no heat coming off of him; he was, of course, completely room temperature. It made Buffy smile - one of those things that was so strange, yet so familiar about Angel, about being close to him, one of those things she would never experience again after he left.
Against her will, tears began to well up in Buffy’s eyes. She didn’t want to cry, but she couldn’t help it. She broke away from Angel and hurried out of the gym before her tears overflowed.
Angel, of course, followed her. “Buffy? What’s wrong?”
Buffy tried to stifle herself, but the harsh words came out anyways, “You are.”
Angel’s expression barely changed, but Buffy could tell he was deeply hurt. Good, she thought, see how you like it. “I was forgetting you, Angel. I was starting to have fun. A really nice guy even asked me to dance.”
A jealous look passed over Angel’s face before he realized Buffy was just referring to Giles. Then his look changed to one of hurt and confusion. It was a look that never failed to break Buffy’s heart. It wasn’t fair how he could look like that.
“I’m sorry,” she said sincerely. “It was a nice thought, for you to come tonight, but you can’t come back. You’re already gone, and being near you just reminds me of how much I miss you.”
Angel still looked confused, but Buffy couldn’t make her feelings any clearer.
“I guess I should go then,” he offered tentatively.
“Yeah,” Buffy replied, “but thanks for coming.”
“Bye.”
“See you around.”
Angel glanced back at Buffy one last time before leaving, his head hanging dejectedly between his shoulders.
Watching him go, Buffy leaned against the wall and had started to cry silently when she heard a voice behind her.
“Buffy?” It was Giles, looking concerned and sympathetic. “Are you all right? I, uh, saw you leave, and y-you forgot, uh, this.” He held out her glittering gold umbrella.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” Buffy replied, sniffing back her tears. “Thanks.” She took her umbrella from him. “Do you think you could take me home?”
“Of course.”
What If?
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: PG 13
Genre: Fluff, Angst, Romance
Ship: Buffy/Giles
Characters: Buffy, Giles, Willow in a supporting role, Angel, Joyce, Xander and Anya in minor roles.
Summary: "The Prom" was a seminal episode for many Buffy/Giles shippers for the moment when it appeared that Giles was about to ask Buffy to dance. How might Buffy and Giles' relationship have developed if Angel hadn't come in just at that moment, ruining everything? ;)
Disclaimer: Doing this results in no profit, only in the pain of lost time. Everything belongs to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, et al.
Read Chapter 1 here
Chapter 2
Buffy seemed drawn to Angel as if by magnetic force. Giles watched her go to him, to be embraced by him, to be held in the vampire’s arms as they swayed gently to the music. He suddenly felt very alone, and very old, and he returned to the sidelines where the chaperones belonged.
But Giles was happy for Buffy. This was a special night; it was good for the man she loved to be here with her, and she deserved to dance with someone handsome and young.
Only Angel wasn’t young, Giles corrected himself, nor was he a man. He was two-hundred and twenty-four years older than Buffy and was a creature of evil. Giles had tried, but he could never fully forgive Angel for what he did when he lost his soul, and it hurt to see Buffy with him, to see her loving that thing. Giles would be lying if he said he would be sorry to see the last of Angel.
Yet at the same time he felt so very sorry for Buffy, that she was losing the being she loved more than anything else in the world, whether rightly or not.
Giles shook his head, trying to rid his mind of his depressing, circular train of thought. His eyes fell on Buffy’s golden umbrella on the chair next to him, and he smiled. It had, at least, been a very nice dance.
***
Angel had come back, and only for this night - but Buffy didn’t want to think about that. She held him tight, pressing her face to his shoulder, as if she would never let go. She felt no heat coming off of him; he was, of course, completely room temperature. It made Buffy smile - one of those things that was so strange, yet so familiar about Angel, about being close to him, one of those things she would never experience again after he left.
Against her will, tears began to well up in Buffy’s eyes. She didn’t want to cry, but she couldn’t help it. She broke away from Angel and hurried out of the gym before her tears overflowed.
Angel, of course, followed her. “Buffy? What’s wrong?”
Buffy tried to stifle herself, but the harsh words came out anyways, “You are.”
Angel’s expression barely changed, but Buffy could tell he was deeply hurt. Good, she thought, see how you like it. “I was forgetting you, Angel. I was starting to have fun. A really nice guy even asked me to dance.”
A jealous look passed over Angel’s face before he realized Buffy was just referring to Giles. Then his look changed to one of hurt and confusion. It was a look that never failed to break Buffy’s heart. It wasn’t fair how he could look like that.
“I’m sorry,” she said sincerely. “It was a nice thought, for you to come tonight, but you can’t come back. You’re already gone, and being near you just reminds me of how much I miss you.”
Angel still looked confused, but Buffy couldn’t make her feelings any clearer.
“I guess I should go then,” he offered tentatively.
“Yeah,” Buffy replied, “but thanks for coming.”
“Bye.”
“See you around.”
Angel glanced back at Buffy one last time before leaving, his head hanging dejectedly between his shoulders.
Watching him go, Buffy leaned against the wall and had started to cry silently when she heard a voice behind her.
“Buffy?” It was Giles, looking concerned and sympathetic. “Are you all right? I, uh, saw you leave, and y-you forgot, uh, this.” He held out her glittering gold umbrella.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” Buffy replied, sniffing back her tears. “Thanks.” She took her umbrella from him. “Do you think you could take me home?”
“Of course.”