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anythingdrabbleTitle: An Unorthodox Moment
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters/Pairings: Giles
Word Count: 500
Rating: G/K
Summary: Is it such a bad thing that sometimes the Watcher may want to be the one to take a break?
Giles recognized, with a mixture of emotions, that the night was proving to be quite unorthodox. He should have simply stayed at the school before Sunnydale lost power, but it was not as though there was any Supernatural element that had caused the power outage or twisted the hurricane to come their way. Still, it was unheard of for the Watcher to actually be the one who decided that everyone should simply stay home for the evening. Of course, it was equally as unorthodox for there to be anyone with whom to be considered beyond the Slayer and her Watcher.
Rupert sighed as he settled into his large, comfortable chair. His mind flashed back to a time long ago as lightning flashed, once more illuminating his small apartment. Everything about this situation was seemingly unnatural! His stomach rumbled nonetheless in appreciation at the aromas wafting up into his face from his homemade soup. It had been a long time since he had last cooked, and he'd made far more than enough for just one lonely man.
He'd simply have to package the rest for later in the week, he thought, lifting a spoonful to his lips and blowing on it. Thunder roared, and the smell of rain all around him took him back to easier, more pleasant days in England. Ah, how he missed his homeland! But he was where he was meant to be, doing a justice for the whole world. He wondered where Buffy was now. Surely she'd found the time and excuses needed to simply hang out with her school chums. They were possibly engaging in girltalk right now, he thought, feeling his cheeks burn lightly.
He savored the first few bites before placing the bowl aside and taking his warm mug of tea in both hands. He closed his eyes, simply indulging in the aroma for a long moment before taking a sip. In truth, he could very well get used to this life! He could read by candlelight fairly enough, and everything was so pleasantly quiet -- Giles nearly jumped at the loud banging suddenly sounding on his door.
"GILES! COME ON, G-MAN!"
Giles leapt to action, abandoning his comfort and opening his door to find four wet and shivering teenagers on his doorstep.
"See?" Willow asked, smiling even as she trembled from head to foot. She rubbed her hands over her thin arms. "I told you he was fine! If anybody knows what to do in an emergency, it's Giles!"
"Good Heavens! Get in here! What are you four doing out there in this torrent?!"
"It was dark."
"The Bronze and even the school are closed," Cordelia said, pouting and almost shoving Xander out of her way.
Giles looked from one worried, soaked face to another.
"You were right the first time," Buffy told him.
"Pardon me?"
"It is Supernatural forces behind it."
"Oh. Lovely." He tried to brighten as he shut and locked his door, removed his spectacles, and set promptly to cleaning them.
The End
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters/Pairings: Giles
Word Count: 500
Rating: G/K
Summary: Is it such a bad thing that sometimes the Watcher may want to be the one to take a break?
Giles recognized, with a mixture of emotions, that the night was proving to be quite unorthodox. He should have simply stayed at the school before Sunnydale lost power, but it was not as though there was any Supernatural element that had caused the power outage or twisted the hurricane to come their way. Still, it was unheard of for the Watcher to actually be the one who decided that everyone should simply stay home for the evening. Of course, it was equally as unorthodox for there to be anyone with whom to be considered beyond the Slayer and her Watcher.
Rupert sighed as he settled into his large, comfortable chair. His mind flashed back to a time long ago as lightning flashed, once more illuminating his small apartment. Everything about this situation was seemingly unnatural! His stomach rumbled nonetheless in appreciation at the aromas wafting up into his face from his homemade soup. It had been a long time since he had last cooked, and he'd made far more than enough for just one lonely man.
He'd simply have to package the rest for later in the week, he thought, lifting a spoonful to his lips and blowing on it. Thunder roared, and the smell of rain all around him took him back to easier, more pleasant days in England. Ah, how he missed his homeland! But he was where he was meant to be, doing a justice for the whole world. He wondered where Buffy was now. Surely she'd found the time and excuses needed to simply hang out with her school chums. They were possibly engaging in girltalk right now, he thought, feeling his cheeks burn lightly.
He savored the first few bites before placing the bowl aside and taking his warm mug of tea in both hands. He closed his eyes, simply indulging in the aroma for a long moment before taking a sip. In truth, he could very well get used to this life! He could read by candlelight fairly enough, and everything was so pleasantly quiet -- Giles nearly jumped at the loud banging suddenly sounding on his door.
"GILES! COME ON, G-MAN!"
Giles leapt to action, abandoning his comfort and opening his door to find four wet and shivering teenagers on his doorstep.
"See?" Willow asked, smiling even as she trembled from head to foot. She rubbed her hands over her thin arms. "I told you he was fine! If anybody knows what to do in an emergency, it's Giles!"
"Good Heavens! Get in here! What are you four doing out there in this torrent?!"
"It was dark."
"The Bronze and even the school are closed," Cordelia said, pouting and almost shoving Xander out of her way.
Giles looked from one worried, soaked face to another.
"You were right the first time," Buffy told him.
"Pardon me?"
"It is Supernatural forces behind it."
"Oh. Lovely." He tried to brighten as he shut and locked his door, removed his spectacles, and set promptly to cleaning them.
The End
