Hell's Bells
Giles glanced over at Jenny, watching her gaze out the small window as they buckled their safety belts, preparing for landing in Sunnydale. "Well, we're home," she murmured, smile in her voice before she turned and he saw it on her lips. "Excited?"
He quirked a small smile. "Apprehensive, more-so, I guess you could say." Shaking his head, he glanced down at his lap and tightened his seatbelt. "I'm not so sure Buffy will want to see me."
She took his hand. "I know things were tense between you guys when we left, but it's not about that today. Today it's about Xander and Anya."
He nodded his understanding. They'd been invited to the wedding some time ago -- before their relocation to Westbury, and had promised they would attend. Giles had been hesitant, insisting that perhaps it would be less awkward for everyone if they stayed in England, but Jenny wasn't having any of it. He remembered the stern, quite wifely, look on her face as she had set him straight just a couple days prior:
"This isn't up for discussion, Rupert. They were there for us on our wedding day, and we're going to do the same for them. If Buffy's still mad at you, let her pout and make faces all day. We're going."
And that had been that. They'd packed a small suitcase, intending to stay overnight, while Jenny had booked their plane tickets. The next morning, they'd set off for the long trip back -- first from Westbury to London, then the plane trip from Heathrow to LAX, and now the short plane trip that was landing them in Sunnydale.
He was already exhausted, and not looking forward to whatever awkwardness he'd surely encounter upon seeing his Slayer again. He wasn't sure if she'd be resentful toward him or indifferent. And he wasn't quite sure which one was worse.
Jenny had it rather easy. Dawn had gotten over her ill-tempered feelings months ago, and had even kept in touch when time would allow. Dawn had been their main connection to the goings-on in Sunnydale, always keeping Jenny up-to-date on her schooling, any new monsters or demons, not to mention Willow's progress in overcoming her magic addiction.
"You're not apprehensive about seeing Willow? Let's not forget the tension between you two when last you saw each other," he reminded her, arching a brow as the plane taxied toward the gate.
He quirked a small smile. "Apprehensive, more-so, I guess you could say." Shaking his head, he glanced down at his lap and tightened his seatbelt. "I'm not so sure Buffy will want to see me."
She took his hand. "I know things were tense between you guys when we left, but it's not about that today. Today it's about Xander and Anya."
He nodded his understanding. They'd been invited to the wedding some time ago -- before their relocation to Westbury, and had promised they would attend. Giles had been hesitant, insisting that perhaps it would be less awkward for everyone if they stayed in England, but Jenny wasn't having any of it. He remembered the stern, quite wifely, look on her face as she had set him straight just a couple days prior:
"This isn't up for discussion, Rupert. They were there for us on our wedding day, and we're going to do the same for them. If Buffy's still mad at you, let her pout and make faces all day. We're going."
And that had been that. They'd packed a small suitcase, intending to stay overnight, while Jenny had booked their plane tickets. The next morning, they'd set off for the long trip back -- first from Westbury to London, then the plane trip from Heathrow to LAX, and now the short plane trip that was landing them in Sunnydale.
He was already exhausted, and not looking forward to whatever awkwardness he'd surely encounter upon seeing his Slayer again. He wasn't sure if she'd be resentful toward him or indifferent. And he wasn't quite sure which one was worse.
Jenny had it rather easy. Dawn had gotten over her ill-tempered feelings months ago, and had even kept in touch when time would allow. Dawn had been their main connection to the goings-on in Sunnydale, always keeping Jenny up-to-date on her schooling, any new monsters or demons, not to mention Willow's progress in overcoming her magic addiction.
"You're not apprehensive about seeing Willow? Let's not forget the tension between you two when last you saw each other," he reminded her, arching a brow as the plane taxied toward the gate.