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No Amount of Eggnog
Title: No Amount of Eggnog
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Character/Pairing: Giles/Buffy, Faith
Rating: PG/K+
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giles_shorts Giles Advent: Eggnog
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 441
Date Written: 8 December, 2015
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Whedon and Mutant Enemy, not the author, and are used without permission.
The weather has always been unseasonably warm in California. Most of the time, it hardly bothers him. He's become accustomed to the withering heat and even the smog, but in December, sometimes, he misses the snow. He misses the carolers and the general, genuine good feelings passing between neighbors, goodwill toward man and all that. He misses a London Christmas, but London is no longer where his home is.
He tries not to think of home. He busies himself instead with his work, from the mundane duties of the school librarian to learning everything he can about the next evil preparing to strike on the Hellmouth and training his Slayer. He pours himself into his work, and into the occasional glass of eggnog, and soon finds his thoughts of London placed appropriately to the side.
"Do you want to join us?"
He looks up and sees his Slayers standing in his doorway. The brunette's arm is slung across the blonde's shoulders. Both young women are wearing precious little clothing, and suddenly the heat flash is burning Rupert again to the point even his spectacles seem to steam up. He grabs them off of his nose and begins to clean them immediately.
"G," Faith calls, and he can hear the smirk plainly in her voice, "you gonna train us or what?"
"Giles, are you . . . all right?"
"I-I'm fine, Buffy," he quickly assures the oldest Slayer, placing his glasses back on the bridge of his nose. He smiles at them and hopes they don't notice the way his lips tremble. "Of course I will be happy to resume our daily training routine."
Faith rolls her eyes. "Nobody said it was gonna be daily. Just thought ya might want a piece of the action today."
Giles and Buffy both manage to ignore her, but as he follows the girls to their usual location deeper into the library, Giles sends one last, withering glower at his emptied glass of eggnog. Perhaps he has been drowning his sorrows a bit too much, after all. Training his Slayers is his duty, but he certainly could never get them to invite him on what he'd originally thought they were offering. Faith might, but then Faith wasn't the one who filled his dreams.
He silences the sigh building in his throat as he watches Buffy's blonde hair bouncing like waves of sunshine on her bare shoulders. Yes, indeed, no amount of mistletoe in the world would ever get his Slayer to kiss him, but then, too, no amount of eggnog could ever make him forget what he truly wants. With one last, weary sigh, Giles resumes his duty.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Character/Pairing: Giles/Buffy, Faith
Rating: PG/K+
Challenge/Prompt:
giles_shorts Giles Advent: EggnogWarning(s): None
Word Count: 441
Date Written: 8 December, 2015
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Whedon and Mutant Enemy, not the author, and are used without permission.
The weather has always been unseasonably warm in California. Most of the time, it hardly bothers him. He's become accustomed to the withering heat and even the smog, but in December, sometimes, he misses the snow. He misses the carolers and the general, genuine good feelings passing between neighbors, goodwill toward man and all that. He misses a London Christmas, but London is no longer where his home is.
He tries not to think of home. He busies himself instead with his work, from the mundane duties of the school librarian to learning everything he can about the next evil preparing to strike on the Hellmouth and training his Slayer. He pours himself into his work, and into the occasional glass of eggnog, and soon finds his thoughts of London placed appropriately to the side.
"Do you want to join us?"
He looks up and sees his Slayers standing in his doorway. The brunette's arm is slung across the blonde's shoulders. Both young women are wearing precious little clothing, and suddenly the heat flash is burning Rupert again to the point even his spectacles seem to steam up. He grabs them off of his nose and begins to clean them immediately.
"G," Faith calls, and he can hear the smirk plainly in her voice, "you gonna train us or what?"
"Giles, are you . . . all right?"
"I-I'm fine, Buffy," he quickly assures the oldest Slayer, placing his glasses back on the bridge of his nose. He smiles at them and hopes they don't notice the way his lips tremble. "Of course I will be happy to resume our daily training routine."
Faith rolls her eyes. "Nobody said it was gonna be daily. Just thought ya might want a piece of the action today."
Giles and Buffy both manage to ignore her, but as he follows the girls to their usual location deeper into the library, Giles sends one last, withering glower at his emptied glass of eggnog. Perhaps he has been drowning his sorrows a bit too much, after all. Training his Slayers is his duty, but he certainly could never get them to invite him on what he'd originally thought they were offering. Faith might, but then Faith wasn't the one who filled his dreams.
He silences the sigh building in his throat as he watches Buffy's blonde hair bouncing like waves of sunshine on her bare shoulders. Yes, indeed, no amount of mistletoe in the world would ever get his Slayer to kiss him, but then, too, no amount of eggnog could ever make him forget what he truly wants. With one last, weary sigh, Giles resumes his duty.
The End