BtVS FICLET: Untitled, 1/1, G (woah)
From my drabble call a few days ago. This is not a drabble, not quite a ficlet... but... yeah.
sexymermaid requested some Giles/Xander. It wound up REAL short (300 words), but holy crap. I forgot how difficult it is to write outside of one of your usual pairings. But like I said - I wanted a challenge, so... *shrug* O_o Set in S7, sometime during/after 'Empty Places.' No beta. So.
He moved slower than usual, as if everything he touched was so fragile it might shatter. When he turned on the sink to get a glass of water, his hand rested on the faucet the whole time. But even with as much care as he was taking, he still managed to drop the glass, sending shards flying across the floor.
He cursed. Giles couldn’t remember a time when he’d heard Xander curse.
Giles bent down to help pick up the broken pieces. He held a hand out to Xander, and he raised his eyes to meet Xander’s gaze.
“You don’t have to help, Giles,” Xander muttered, his usual humor absent from his voice.
“I want to.”
“I’m not an invalid!” Xander snapped, his eye sparking in fury. “Stop - just stop.”
“Stop what?” Giles asked.
“Stop helping! I can still function, you know.” Xander shoved Giles’s hand away and started picking up the shards of glass on the floor. “You’re all treating me like I’m going to break. I lost an eye, but I’m not-“
“Xander.” Giles grabbed Xander’s wrist, making him drop the glass. He pulled Xander to his feet, stepping closer. Giles ignored the crunching glass beneath their feet as he reached up to lay his hand on Xander’s cheek.
“Giles, stop…” Xander looked down, but didn’t pull away.
“No, Xander. This really has nothing to do with your eye,” Giles said, and Xander jerked his gaze back up. “You lost your eye, but that’s nothing compared to what we almost lost.”
Xander couldn’t speak, and Giles withdrew his hand and took off his glasses.
“I almost lost you,” Giles said, his voice catching, barely above a whisper. “That can never happen.” He let his glasses fall to the counter as he drew Xander closer to him. “I will never lose you.”
sexymermaid requested some Giles/Xander. It wound up REAL short (300 words), but holy crap. I forgot how difficult it is to write outside of one of your usual pairings. But like I said - I wanted a challenge, so... *shrug* O_o Set in S7, sometime during/after 'Empty Places.' No beta. So.
He moved slower than usual, as if everything he touched was so fragile it might shatter. When he turned on the sink to get a glass of water, his hand rested on the faucet the whole time. But even with as much care as he was taking, he still managed to drop the glass, sending shards flying across the floor.
He cursed. Giles couldn’t remember a time when he’d heard Xander curse.
Giles bent down to help pick up the broken pieces. He held a hand out to Xander, and he raised his eyes to meet Xander’s gaze.
“You don’t have to help, Giles,” Xander muttered, his usual humor absent from his voice.
“I want to.”
“I’m not an invalid!” Xander snapped, his eye sparking in fury. “Stop - just stop.”
“Stop what?” Giles asked.
“Stop helping! I can still function, you know.” Xander shoved Giles’s hand away and started picking up the shards of glass on the floor. “You’re all treating me like I’m going to break. I lost an eye, but I’m not-“
“Xander.” Giles grabbed Xander’s wrist, making him drop the glass. He pulled Xander to his feet, stepping closer. Giles ignored the crunching glass beneath their feet as he reached up to lay his hand on Xander’s cheek.
“Giles, stop…” Xander looked down, but didn’t pull away.
“No, Xander. This really has nothing to do with your eye,” Giles said, and Xander jerked his gaze back up. “You lost your eye, but that’s nothing compared to what we almost lost.”
Xander couldn’t speak, and Giles withdrew his hand and took off his glasses.
“I almost lost you,” Giles said, his voice catching, barely above a whisper. “That can never happen.” He let his glasses fall to the counter as he drew Xander closer to him. “I will never lose you.”