When opportunity walks down the hall slayer_academy
After talking to one of the new slayers, I decided that I needed a walk. Badly.
The idea for the School was sound, but in practice it was as though I suddenly had to watch everyone. Which is, of course, what a headmaster does, but I mean, in a Watcher capacity. And I was getting old. And tired.
I needed to see a friendly face, and deal with regular problems. Like boy problems. Oh dear, I was getting old, if I wanted to listen to inane chatter given by young girls who didn't realize that the fate of the world rested within their hands. And it wasn't fair.
I mean, it was a great idea, and we saved the world and all. Share the power. I smiled, remembering that Buffy seemed to have forgiven me, to have understood that we all make sacrifices for the greater good.
Even if my sacrifice wasn't the right one. I knew now that killing Spike would not have been the right answer. If I could go back...
Well, if wishes were fishes, beggars would eat, as my grandmother always said. My father says I take after her. Except that she did everything right as a watcher, whereas I managed to get myself fired, rehired, and out right before the building went "boom". And I mean, right before, I could feel the heat on my back. A few others of us survived: Robson, for one. I called him, offered him a teaching/watcher gig here. He said he'd think about it.
I walked, and let my mind wander to all the places I'd been. And all the places still yet to go.
(Open to anyone who wants to run into Giles. Can further plot lines, can be a fatherly talk...)
The idea for the School was sound, but in practice it was as though I suddenly had to watch everyone. Which is, of course, what a headmaster does, but I mean, in a Watcher capacity. And I was getting old. And tired.
I needed to see a friendly face, and deal with regular problems. Like boy problems. Oh dear, I was getting old, if I wanted to listen to inane chatter given by young girls who didn't realize that the fate of the world rested within their hands. And it wasn't fair.
I mean, it was a great idea, and we saved the world and all. Share the power. I smiled, remembering that Buffy seemed to have forgiven me, to have understood that we all make sacrifices for the greater good.
Even if my sacrifice wasn't the right one. I knew now that killing Spike would not have been the right answer. If I could go back...
Well, if wishes were fishes, beggars would eat, as my grandmother always said. My father says I take after her. Except that she did everything right as a watcher, whereas I managed to get myself fired, rehired, and out right before the building went "boom". And I mean, right before, I could feel the heat on my back. A few others of us survived: Robson, for one. I called him, offered him a teaching/watcher gig here. He said he'd think about it.
I walked, and let my mind wander to all the places I'd been. And all the places still yet to go.
(Open to anyone who wants to run into Giles. Can further plot lines, can be a fatherly talk...)