A New Connection
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katleeptTitle: A New Connection
Author: Kat Lee
Dedicated To: Happy Birthday,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mierke!
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Character/Pairing: Giles/Buffy
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge/Prompt: See the above birthday dedication to a fellow member of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
1_million_words.
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 967
Date Written: 12 April, 2016
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Whedon, not the author, and are used without permission.
"It -- It's not much, but, hum, knowing how your birthdays usually run, I, hum, thought it might be wise -- "
"Giles, just give it to me already!" Buffy exclaims, barely refraining from laughter, and swiftly snatches the small boxes out of her Watcher's hand. She opens the first and pauses with surprise. She's just before trying to find a way to gently tell him that most people use cell phones these days when she again catches the nervous look in his eyes. She puts the small bud into her ear and smiles up at him.
His heart flutters in a way she must never know at the sight of her beautiful, warm smile. Just one genuine smile from his Slayer always seems to make everything they endure worthwhile, but Giles knows he must never voice what he's thinking. He clears his throat instead and speaks softly, "I just thought it might be wise to have a way for us to stay in constant communication. That way if you ever need me," his heart again skips a beat at the way she's looking at him, and Giles hurries on, "I'll be right in your ear." Those words were not what he intended, and he hopes she doesn't notice the color darkening his neck.
She gazes up into his eyes, feeling her own strange mixture of emotions that's been coming more and more often when she's around him, and almost says what she's thinking. Almost, but she stops herself just in time. She doesn't want to sound corny or like a little girl who needs her surrogate father to always be near her. She doesn't want him to think of her as a child at all.
Still, she can't help thinking that whenever she needs him, he's somehow going to be here for her. She doesn't need a communicator or a cell phone to reach him. He's going to be right here for her. It's silly to think that, especially with all they've been through already, but somehow, she does. She doesn't just think it, in fact. She feels it in her heart, in her bones, in the very pit of her stomach where all her Slayer intuitions begin. They're always proven right, too. If only she'd listen to them more often, she might afford a lot of trouble, but nothing bad can possibly come from having Giles so close.
She smiles and thanks him for the gift, not letting the strange excitement she's feeling show, and soon, she's out on patrol. The night passes swiftly with another nest of Vampires dusted. Early morning's light finds her already at home, done with her Slayer duties for another night but tossing and turning as her first love reaches for her with a cruel smile and crueler hands. She gasps awake, flying up to a sitting position, and the first thought on her mind isn't Angel but Giles.
She sits still for a moment, feeling the secure safety of the wooden stake in her hand and glad she still keeps Mister Pointy underneath her pillow. Let other girls take comfort in their teddy bears and plushies; she needs a good stake to remind her she has the power to kill the things in nightmares. After her heart's calmed and isn't beating as fast or as painfully any longer, Buffy slips from her bed and pads across the floor to where Giles' present still sits. She opens the box, takes out of her ear bud, and returns to her bed.
Buffy sits cross legged on her bed, staring at the tiny instrument. She's sure Giles is still fast asleep. The communicator would do her no good this time of the morning even if she really did need him, but still, it would be nice to hear his voice right now, even if she can't tell him why. After a moment's longer hesitation, Buffy slips the bud into her ear and stills.
Her heart starts to pound again, but it's a different pounding this time. She listens, not daring to make a sound or move a muscle, to Giles' moans. Slowly, almost scared she might make a sound and give away her presence, Buffy reaches a hand up to remove the bud but stops when she hears her Watcher speak. Not daring to breathe, let alone speak, she listens to her Watcher moaning her name.
She has to hear her name three times before she's certain he is calling to her and not out of any Watcherly duties. She snatches the bud from her ear, only allowing herself to gasp after it's safely out and away from her. She looks at the little, black thing dangling in her bedroom, her face as crimson red as her silk pajama shirt. Giles was moaning her name, and the kind of dreams he must have been having --
A thousand emotions flood her as she considers that maybe they weren't dreams after all. Maybe, maybe -- her face turns an even darker red that spreads far below her neckline -- maybe, he was doing something else! Her hands run over her face in an effort to calm her nerves. She shouldn't be having such thoughts about her Watcher, and Watchers do not behave like teenage boys!
But then she remembers the way Giles was moaning. She recalls the way he was moaning her name, and she thinks about her birthday that, she glances toward her window and sees the morning sun beginning to flood into her room, is actually today. Maybe, for the first time since she was called, her birthday actually won't be so bad, she thinks, and as the color slowly fades from her face, Buffy's smile grows. Nah, with Giles moaning her name, there's no way her birthday can be all bad!
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Dedicated To: Happy Birthday,
mierke!Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Character/Pairing: Giles/Buffy
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge/Prompt: See the above birthday dedication to a fellow member of
1_million_words.Warning(s): None
Word Count: 967
Date Written: 12 April, 2016
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Whedon, not the author, and are used without permission.
"It -- It's not much, but, hum, knowing how your birthdays usually run, I, hum, thought it might be wise -- "
"Giles, just give it to me already!" Buffy exclaims, barely refraining from laughter, and swiftly snatches the small boxes out of her Watcher's hand. She opens the first and pauses with surprise. She's just before trying to find a way to gently tell him that most people use cell phones these days when she again catches the nervous look in his eyes. She puts the small bud into her ear and smiles up at him.
His heart flutters in a way she must never know at the sight of her beautiful, warm smile. Just one genuine smile from his Slayer always seems to make everything they endure worthwhile, but Giles knows he must never voice what he's thinking. He clears his throat instead and speaks softly, "I just thought it might be wise to have a way for us to stay in constant communication. That way if you ever need me," his heart again skips a beat at the way she's looking at him, and Giles hurries on, "I'll be right in your ear." Those words were not what he intended, and he hopes she doesn't notice the color darkening his neck.
She gazes up into his eyes, feeling her own strange mixture of emotions that's been coming more and more often when she's around him, and almost says what she's thinking. Almost, but she stops herself just in time. She doesn't want to sound corny or like a little girl who needs her surrogate father to always be near her. She doesn't want him to think of her as a child at all.
Still, she can't help thinking that whenever she needs him, he's somehow going to be here for her. She doesn't need a communicator or a cell phone to reach him. He's going to be right here for her. It's silly to think that, especially with all they've been through already, but somehow, she does. She doesn't just think it, in fact. She feels it in her heart, in her bones, in the very pit of her stomach where all her Slayer intuitions begin. They're always proven right, too. If only she'd listen to them more often, she might afford a lot of trouble, but nothing bad can possibly come from having Giles so close.
She smiles and thanks him for the gift, not letting the strange excitement she's feeling show, and soon, she's out on patrol. The night passes swiftly with another nest of Vampires dusted. Early morning's light finds her already at home, done with her Slayer duties for another night but tossing and turning as her first love reaches for her with a cruel smile and crueler hands. She gasps awake, flying up to a sitting position, and the first thought on her mind isn't Angel but Giles.
She sits still for a moment, feeling the secure safety of the wooden stake in her hand and glad she still keeps Mister Pointy underneath her pillow. Let other girls take comfort in their teddy bears and plushies; she needs a good stake to remind her she has the power to kill the things in nightmares. After her heart's calmed and isn't beating as fast or as painfully any longer, Buffy slips from her bed and pads across the floor to where Giles' present still sits. She opens the box, takes out of her ear bud, and returns to her bed.
Buffy sits cross legged on her bed, staring at the tiny instrument. She's sure Giles is still fast asleep. The communicator would do her no good this time of the morning even if she really did need him, but still, it would be nice to hear his voice right now, even if she can't tell him why. After a moment's longer hesitation, Buffy slips the bud into her ear and stills.
Her heart starts to pound again, but it's a different pounding this time. She listens, not daring to make a sound or move a muscle, to Giles' moans. Slowly, almost scared she might make a sound and give away her presence, Buffy reaches a hand up to remove the bud but stops when she hears her Watcher speak. Not daring to breathe, let alone speak, she listens to her Watcher moaning her name.
She has to hear her name three times before she's certain he is calling to her and not out of any Watcherly duties. She snatches the bud from her ear, only allowing herself to gasp after it's safely out and away from her. She looks at the little, black thing dangling in her bedroom, her face as crimson red as her silk pajama shirt. Giles was moaning her name, and the kind of dreams he must have been having --
A thousand emotions flood her as she considers that maybe they weren't dreams after all. Maybe, maybe -- her face turns an even darker red that spreads far below her neckline -- maybe, he was doing something else! Her hands run over her face in an effort to calm her nerves. She shouldn't be having such thoughts about her Watcher, and Watchers do not behave like teenage boys!
But then she remembers the way Giles was moaning. She recalls the way he was moaning her name, and she thinks about her birthday that, she glances toward her window and sees the morning sun beginning to flood into her room, is actually today. Maybe, for the first time since she was called, her birthday actually won't be so bad, she thinks, and as the color slowly fades from her face, Buffy's smile grows. Nah, with Giles moaning her name, there's no way her birthday can be all bad!
The End
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