Where are you going? Where are you going? Can you take me with you?
Who:slaying and consultmybooks
What: Watcher and Slayer talk on the way to the tunnels.
When: The morning of October 26th
Where: Outside of Building 7, before proceeding towards the tunnels.
Summary: Despite a bad night courtesy of the Phanto Mask, Buffy and Giles have a date to keep. Knowing is always better. But Buffy has dropped enough hints of what he's missing that ( Read more... )
What: Watcher and Slayer talk on the way to the tunnels.
When: The morning of October 26th
Where: Outside of Building 7, before proceeding towards the tunnels.
Summary: Despite a bad night courtesy of the Phanto Mask, Buffy and Giles have a date to keep. Knowing is always better. But Buffy has dropped enough hints of what he's missing that ( Read more... )
That was the extent of her reply -- after the journal had rung and she had been knocked out of a light-but-troubled sleep at Jack Sparrow's side, Buffy had been pleased to see the familiar handwriting. She did not resent the wake-up call despite the fact that she probably only dropped to sleep a a few hours before it came. Fortunately, the Slayer did not need the same full complement of seven hours to feel rested. Certainly, some nights, she didn't sleep at all. But if the pirate was in her bed she seemed to manage a bit of slumber before the dawn. Even if just to reassure him that she still could sleep.
As she sat on the edge of the bed, she felt a nervous energy take her limbs. He would become whole again, she thought. Complete. Her Giles. Therefore, it didn't take her long to get ready and pull on a very low-impact outfit. The sort of thing usually reserved for evening patrols. Comfortable, maneuverable ( ... )
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And he brightened slightly but noticeably when he saw Buffy approach. One question solved, at least. At least today would happen as they'd planned for it to happen. And Giles had had more than his fair share of sleepless nights over the years, but sleeping out at the boat had probably left him looking a bit disheveled. Even so, he returned the smile tiredly.
"Good morning, Buffy."
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While there were no weapons in her hands, there were two worn travel mugs. After an exploratory sniff over the top of each, Buffy handed over one regular old English Breakfast and a dab of honey for Giles. Her own tea was a little more specialized and had a peculiar-but-enticing aroma. Buffy Summers wasn't a fan of tea but she drank this concoction every morning.
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And so he took an experimental sip almost as soon as he'd taken the mug and opened it. Hm. It wasn't bad, and the honey certainly helped. Certainly better than whatever Buffy was drinking.
In response to her question, he kicks the toes of his boots against the ground. They're good boots, and they've survived a lot. A walk to the tunnels probably won't do them in.
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"Good," she turned towards the path.
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He wouldn't say anything for a minute or so, a few feet of trail, and then:
"...I suppose I should start from the beginning, them. Or, um, ask you to start from the beginning, as it were."
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She tapped her fingers along her mug and frowned and tried to figure out how best to come out with it: "I was fifteen. Newly transfered into Sunnydale High. Got kicked out of my old school for burning down the gym and I'm guessing you can guess why I had to do that. You were the librarian. I was the Slayer. THe first thing I tried to do? Retire."
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He didn't remember what had happened to the high school, but...well, the stories had lasted a little longer, especially after it had been rebuilt. Desperate times, desperate measures.
"...I remember applying for the librarian's job. Well before I came to California. And, um, what was my response? To your retirement plans, I mean. If I knew them. Certainly not a common response for an active Slayer."
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She wondered at how much detail she should toss in. Perhaps the steel skeleton was enough. "The Master was attempting to rise from his freaky underground stop-gap prison and I came just in time to stop his Harvest. Will and Xander got dragged in. And so the evil-fighting foursome was formed."
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Giles isn't sure whether he's impressed or horrified, at this.
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A hesitant pause: "Angel, too. Kind of."
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He has his questions about Angel, but Giles isn't sure he has it in him to ask them, not even today.
"So. We stopped the Harvest and presumably...hopefully...saved the lives of a few hundred people to start with. Then what?"
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The caginess was noted, if not understood. Giles frowned faintly in concern, even as he distracted himself by blowing some steam from the lip of his travel mug.
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"...o-obviously, um, obviously it didn't...stick, then."
It wasn't as though he didn't remember the song. Or the talk by the barracks, even if he couldn't now remember just why the Master had horrified her so much.
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