!fanfic! BtVS Giles/Oz WIP: Worst Case Scenario, Part One
I started a new WIP.
Shoot me now.
It's just I'm kind of obsessed with the Wish!Verse, and I'm having a weird craving for Giles/Oz, so this happened. There's a pretty banner under the cut too.
In other news, I ordered a Little Britain T-shirt which arrived today: 'Be gentle with me, Prime Minister' ;D Going to wear it when I see them live. (I also got a Sebastian keyring!)
Title: Worst Case Scenario
Genre: Romace/Angst
Pairings: Giles/Oz, Vamp!Xander/Vamp!Willow,
Rating: R/NC-17 for sex, torture, blood, death, gore etc.
Setting: Set in the Wish!Verse, before Cordy turns up and spoils things :P
Genre: Angst and Darkfic.
Wordcount: 1,490
Part: 1 of ?
Worst Case Scenario - Part One
Amy Madison knew a few spells, but nothing that could save her. She ran for her life, winding down dark alleys, looking for the safer part of town. This being Sunnydale, however, no part of it was safe anymore. Her feet pounded on the dry, hard sidewalks as she raced on, not daring to glance behind her. She could hear them running, shouting, snarling. Two pairs of footsteps gaining on her every second. Her lungs burned, about ready to give up on her. Amy realised sorrowfully as she ran that she wouldn’t have the energy to cast a charm even if she knew a useful one.
“Amy…” The male called to her, and she recognised his voice. Xander. Oh God, what had he become? She kept running, kept trying to increase her speed, but she was losing breath, losing the will to run.
“Amy…” Xander called again.
She collapsed in a heap in the middle of the street, panting and sobbing. The footsteps got slower, nearer, and she didn’t dare focus any higher than the pairs of black leather boots standing before her. One pair of boots moved in, but the other stepped in front of them.
“Give her a second, Will,” Xander spoke again. “You know how bland they taste with no oxygen in the blood.” His voice was darker and lower than Amy remembered; it made her sob so hard she shivered all over.
The female laughed somewhere above her. The laugh seemed familiar, but Amy couldn’t quite place it. “Aww,” she said, the laugh continued in her tone of voice, “She’s all weak and helpless.”
Xander laughed too, and Amy closed her eyes tight shut, curling herself into a ball. Die with Dignity my ass, she thought, willing it to all be over soon.
A hand grabbed her by the collar of her jacket, yanking her up from the ground. This is it, she thought, unable to resist the temptation to open her eyes. When she did, however, she saw the two vampires standing before her, slowly stepping away. The hand holding her by the collar quickly moved to her waist, and she found herself being pushed behind a man holding up a huge golden cross.
“Back off,” he warned the creatures in a low, British voice.
“Mr. Giles?” Amy asked in disbelief. She took in his form by the light of the moon, jumping when he reached into his pocket quickly for a stake. At the sight of the stake the female vampire sighed, walking away almost too casually. Xander, however, morphed from his demonic features back to normal, and smiled at them both.
“Whatcha gonna do, Giles?” He asked simply.
“Kill you,” Mr. Giles replied sternly, but Amy wasn’t convinced. You could tell he knew all about these demons from his book collection, but to actually take one on? Although, Amy reasoned, compared to most librarians, Mr. Giles was a pro-wrestler. Maybe they had a shot of surviving if Xander decided to move in for the kill.
The female vampire, who was now several feet away, turned back and pouted. “Come on Xand,” she whined pettishly, “I want to eat, not fight.”
Xander’s gaze flickered from Amy and Mr. Giles to his comrade. Amy waited, holding her breath. She heard Giles’s knuckles crack as he tightened his grip on the stake. For a moment she thought Xander might lunge at them both, but instead he turned on his heel and ran.
Giles heard the engine as Oz’s van pounded down the street. The young girl swayed a little on the spot, clearly in shock from her experience. He pulled her out of the way as Oz slammed on the breaks too late and nearly ran them over, then rushed straight to the passenger door.
“You lunatic!” He admonished as Oz rolled down the window. “You could have hit us.”
Oz was silent for a moment, pale blue eyes carefully inspecting Giles for injuries. When it became apparent that he wasn’t going to get a reply, Giles guided the girl carefully to the back of the van, where Larry and Nancy opened the doors.
“Up you come,” Nancy said, holding out her hands to the girl.
“It’s okay,” Larry soothed, watching the girl’s face carefully for signs of shock. “You’re gonna be okay now. We’ll keep you safe.”
Giles nodded to them, then shut the back doors of the van. He darted back to the passenger door and jumped in, slamming it with a sulk. Oz revved up the engine and drove off at a slightly slower pace, determinedly fixing his eyes on the road ahead. Giles watched him for a moment, then he too looked out into the night.
“I’m sorry,” Giles said after a moment or two. “You just startled me a bit.”
“You should be sorry,” Oz agreed quietly without glancing at Giles.
“Well if you’d drive in a sensible fashion,” Giles began to defend himself, but Oz quickly cut him off.
“Sensible?” He asked. “This from the man who heard one scream and took off running. In the middle of the night. On his own.”
“They were moving in for the kill,” Giles reasoned, “I was lucky I got to that girl when I did.”
“Granted,” Oz replied, slowing the van down to a steady stop as they reached Sunnydale High School. He turned to face Giles, his brow almost furrowing in contemplation. “You could have been killed.”
Giles looked away, even smiled a little. The more he pretended the notion was ridiculous, the safer he felt. Oz reached across to him, turning his face back to meet his. They shared a serious look, then Giles sighed a little.
“I know.”
“I know you know,” Oz said, half a smile creeping onto his face, “That’s what worries me.”
Giles smiled back, noticing for the first time that evening how the moonlight caught Oz’s features. Before he could make an excuse for staring or look away, Oz leaned in and kissed him gently, breaking away after only a moment had passed. Giles wanted it to last longer than a moment, but he knew better than to press for more. A careless moment in the darkness of Sunnydale could cost them both their lives.
Amy sat on the stairs leading to the stacks, looking around the library. By day she had often visited the place, checking out books on witchcraft and Gaia for some recreational reading. By night, to her amazement, the library became command central. The cabinet in the book cage was flung open, all manner of dangerous-looking weapons gleaming and swinging from their hooks. There were volumes of demonology wide open on the tables, references and diagrams up on the board military-style.
And there was Mr. Giles, the mild-mannered British librarian, polishing a sword. A really long sword. A really long, sharp, dangerous sword. And there was Oz, who spoke so rarely in class you wouldn’t know he was there, sitting on the table beside him and pointing out markings on the sword’s hilt. Sitting on the table right beside him. Not that Amy felt the need to judge about that, but those guys either had serious Personal Space issues or something was going on.
“Something’s going on,” Oz said quietly, so close to Giles he was practically whispering in his ear.
“It would appear so,” Giles replied, placing the sword on the table beside Oz and turning to face him properly.
Oz looked straight ahead, focusing on Giles’s tweed-covered torso as he thought. A thousand suggestions raced into his mind but, not being the babbling type, he kept them to himself. Until he was sure he had something useful to say, the most useful thing he could do was stay quiet. If he didn’t have a surge of mental power and figure this out, he was certain Giles would.
“We’ll work it out,” Giles said, patting Oz on the shoulder for a moment before he moved away. He wanted to speak to the girl, Amy, just in case she still wasn’t too sure about everything. Larry had done a splendid job of explaining what they did and why they tried to help, but Giles wasn’t convinced that Amy felt safe within the book-lined walls of the library.
She looked up at him as he approached her, and he slowly sat down on the stair below her. “You all right?” He asked carefully, watching for signs of distress or further, more dangerous shock.
“Fine,” Amy replied, nodding. “Just a little head-spinny.”
Giles took this to be a normal reaction, translating the American slang as best he could.
“You’re safe in here,” Giles reassured.
Amy rolled her eyes. “If one more of you tells me that, I’m gonna stop believing it.”
Giles smiled at that. Jokes in a time of crisis. But he stopped smiling soon after, knowing full-well that the joker of the pack never got far in a town like Sunnydale.
Shoot me now.
It's just I'm kind of obsessed with the Wish!Verse, and I'm having a weird craving for Giles/Oz, so this happened. There's a pretty banner under the cut too.
In other news, I ordered a Little Britain T-shirt which arrived today: 'Be gentle with me, Prime Minister' ;D Going to wear it when I see them live. (I also got a Sebastian keyring!)
Title: Worst Case Scenario
Genre: Romace/Angst
Pairings: Giles/Oz, Vamp!Xander/Vamp!Willow,
Rating: R/NC-17 for sex, torture, blood, death, gore etc.
Setting: Set in the Wish!Verse, before Cordy turns up and spoils things :P
Genre: Angst and Darkfic.
Wordcount: 1,490
Part: 1 of ?
Worst Case Scenario - Part One
Amy Madison knew a few spells, but nothing that could save her. She ran for her life, winding down dark alleys, looking for the safer part of town. This being Sunnydale, however, no part of it was safe anymore. Her feet pounded on the dry, hard sidewalks as she raced on, not daring to glance behind her. She could hear them running, shouting, snarling. Two pairs of footsteps gaining on her every second. Her lungs burned, about ready to give up on her. Amy realised sorrowfully as she ran that she wouldn’t have the energy to cast a charm even if she knew a useful one.
“Amy…” The male called to her, and she recognised his voice. Xander. Oh God, what had he become? She kept running, kept trying to increase her speed, but she was losing breath, losing the will to run.
“Amy…” Xander called again.
She collapsed in a heap in the middle of the street, panting and sobbing. The footsteps got slower, nearer, and she didn’t dare focus any higher than the pairs of black leather boots standing before her. One pair of boots moved in, but the other stepped in front of them.
“Give her a second, Will,” Xander spoke again. “You know how bland they taste with no oxygen in the blood.” His voice was darker and lower than Amy remembered; it made her sob so hard she shivered all over.
The female laughed somewhere above her. The laugh seemed familiar, but Amy couldn’t quite place it. “Aww,” she said, the laugh continued in her tone of voice, “She’s all weak and helpless.”
Xander laughed too, and Amy closed her eyes tight shut, curling herself into a ball. Die with Dignity my ass, she thought, willing it to all be over soon.
A hand grabbed her by the collar of her jacket, yanking her up from the ground. This is it, she thought, unable to resist the temptation to open her eyes. When she did, however, she saw the two vampires standing before her, slowly stepping away. The hand holding her by the collar quickly moved to her waist, and she found herself being pushed behind a man holding up a huge golden cross.
“Back off,” he warned the creatures in a low, British voice.
“Mr. Giles?” Amy asked in disbelief. She took in his form by the light of the moon, jumping when he reached into his pocket quickly for a stake. At the sight of the stake the female vampire sighed, walking away almost too casually. Xander, however, morphed from his demonic features back to normal, and smiled at them both.
“Whatcha gonna do, Giles?” He asked simply.
“Kill you,” Mr. Giles replied sternly, but Amy wasn’t convinced. You could tell he knew all about these demons from his book collection, but to actually take one on? Although, Amy reasoned, compared to most librarians, Mr. Giles was a pro-wrestler. Maybe they had a shot of surviving if Xander decided to move in for the kill.
The female vampire, who was now several feet away, turned back and pouted. “Come on Xand,” she whined pettishly, “I want to eat, not fight.”
Xander’s gaze flickered from Amy and Mr. Giles to his comrade. Amy waited, holding her breath. She heard Giles’s knuckles crack as he tightened his grip on the stake. For a moment she thought Xander might lunge at them both, but instead he turned on his heel and ran.
Giles heard the engine as Oz’s van pounded down the street. The young girl swayed a little on the spot, clearly in shock from her experience. He pulled her out of the way as Oz slammed on the breaks too late and nearly ran them over, then rushed straight to the passenger door.
“You lunatic!” He admonished as Oz rolled down the window. “You could have hit us.”
Oz was silent for a moment, pale blue eyes carefully inspecting Giles for injuries. When it became apparent that he wasn’t going to get a reply, Giles guided the girl carefully to the back of the van, where Larry and Nancy opened the doors.
“Up you come,” Nancy said, holding out her hands to the girl.
“It’s okay,” Larry soothed, watching the girl’s face carefully for signs of shock. “You’re gonna be okay now. We’ll keep you safe.”
Giles nodded to them, then shut the back doors of the van. He darted back to the passenger door and jumped in, slamming it with a sulk. Oz revved up the engine and drove off at a slightly slower pace, determinedly fixing his eyes on the road ahead. Giles watched him for a moment, then he too looked out into the night.
“I’m sorry,” Giles said after a moment or two. “You just startled me a bit.”
“You should be sorry,” Oz agreed quietly without glancing at Giles.
“Well if you’d drive in a sensible fashion,” Giles began to defend himself, but Oz quickly cut him off.
“Sensible?” He asked. “This from the man who heard one scream and took off running. In the middle of the night. On his own.”
“They were moving in for the kill,” Giles reasoned, “I was lucky I got to that girl when I did.”
“Granted,” Oz replied, slowing the van down to a steady stop as they reached Sunnydale High School. He turned to face Giles, his brow almost furrowing in contemplation. “You could have been killed.”
Giles looked away, even smiled a little. The more he pretended the notion was ridiculous, the safer he felt. Oz reached across to him, turning his face back to meet his. They shared a serious look, then Giles sighed a little.
“I know.”
“I know you know,” Oz said, half a smile creeping onto his face, “That’s what worries me.”
Giles smiled back, noticing for the first time that evening how the moonlight caught Oz’s features. Before he could make an excuse for staring or look away, Oz leaned in and kissed him gently, breaking away after only a moment had passed. Giles wanted it to last longer than a moment, but he knew better than to press for more. A careless moment in the darkness of Sunnydale could cost them both their lives.
Amy sat on the stairs leading to the stacks, looking around the library. By day she had often visited the place, checking out books on witchcraft and Gaia for some recreational reading. By night, to her amazement, the library became command central. The cabinet in the book cage was flung open, all manner of dangerous-looking weapons gleaming and swinging from their hooks. There were volumes of demonology wide open on the tables, references and diagrams up on the board military-style.
And there was Mr. Giles, the mild-mannered British librarian, polishing a sword. A really long sword. A really long, sharp, dangerous sword. And there was Oz, who spoke so rarely in class you wouldn’t know he was there, sitting on the table beside him and pointing out markings on the sword’s hilt. Sitting on the table right beside him. Not that Amy felt the need to judge about that, but those guys either had serious Personal Space issues or something was going on.
“Something’s going on,” Oz said quietly, so close to Giles he was practically whispering in his ear.
“It would appear so,” Giles replied, placing the sword on the table beside Oz and turning to face him properly.
Oz looked straight ahead, focusing on Giles’s tweed-covered torso as he thought. A thousand suggestions raced into his mind but, not being the babbling type, he kept them to himself. Until he was sure he had something useful to say, the most useful thing he could do was stay quiet. If he didn’t have a surge of mental power and figure this out, he was certain Giles would.
“We’ll work it out,” Giles said, patting Oz on the shoulder for a moment before he moved away. He wanted to speak to the girl, Amy, just in case she still wasn’t too sure about everything. Larry had done a splendid job of explaining what they did and why they tried to help, but Giles wasn’t convinced that Amy felt safe within the book-lined walls of the library.
She looked up at him as he approached her, and he slowly sat down on the stair below her. “You all right?” He asked carefully, watching for signs of distress or further, more dangerous shock.
“Fine,” Amy replied, nodding. “Just a little head-spinny.”
Giles took this to be a normal reaction, translating the American slang as best he could.
“You’re safe in here,” Giles reassured.
Amy rolled her eyes. “If one more of you tells me that, I’m gonna stop believing it.”
Giles smiled at that. Jokes in a time of crisis. But he stopped smiling soon after, knowing full-well that the joker of the pack never got far in a town like Sunnydale.