you know enough to know the way

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It's late afternoon when Rupert Giles steps out of the library closest to the Kashtta with a pile of books in his arms. As far as he's concerned, his first day in Chicago has, thus far, been completely successful.

Ten months ago, Giles was in Sunnydale. It was the year 2000.

He's still not exactly sure how it happened-no one ever is, according to

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[ohshiny_tomatos]

It would be a better day for you if Parker wasn't around, Giles. She's bored. She's really, really bored. She sees a stiff guy walking around with books and she just can't help herself.

She picks up a nearby rock, narrows her eyes in concentration, and pelts it at the top book in his stack. Her goal is to knock them all down one-by-one. And hide behind something while she does it so that he doesn't see her.

[goodlording]

So here's the thing.

It's really easy to aim at a target that's not moving, but Giles is. Or he did, at exactly the right moment, and Parker's rock missed the book.

And now he's blinking, a little stunned at the sudden pain in his forehead.

WHY IS SOMEONE THROWING ROCKS AT HIS FACE?

[ohshiny_tomatos]

Ohhhh see, that's not what she intended. She doesn't like hurting people unless they deserve it, and she doesn't think this guy deserves it. Not yet at least. She flinches and makes a face.

She bites her lip and peeks out from behind her hiding spot. "Sorry! I'm-I'm sorry."

[goodlording]

Aha.

The culprit.

Giles looks over at her, brows furrowed disapprovingly over his glasses. "Do you make a habit of throwing rocks at library-goers?"