Disclaimer: Legal stuff, don't own characters, haven't made any money, this is for entertainment purposes, no profit earned, lawyers go away. –kisses-
POV: Shifts Perspective
Spoiler Alert: There are tidbits from past episodes. The Dracula mythos naturally plays a part. Also be warned that it will eventually have some Slash-components, I don't think it's real explicit.
Notes: Third story in the Spanderverse-universe, following “Spike”. Everything from the television series through the defeat of Adam also occurred as depicted, in the Spanderverse.
People’s thoughts are depicted in italics. You’ll find emphasis depicted with an underline.
For online script reference I want to thank twiztv for script transcripts. I need to thank Bram Stoker, of course, as well as romaniatourism.
I also feature Xander's folks, and I couldn't find their first names believe it or not: they've become Walter and Peggy Harris.
CH 6: A Choice for Giles
Tuesday was a day like any other day for Sunnydale’s citizens. They went to work, they took care of their children, and they complained about bills and the rain. It had rained for the past three days, well mostly nights actually, and puddles of water were standing everywhere. The local news, seeing a ratings grabber, exclaimed on the dangers of the
The small television in Giles’ apartment droned on with the overly-perky voice of the news anchor. Apparently the woman didn’t know enough to take a more somber tone when discussing the death of a local citizen. Giles made ‘tut-tut’ noises in disgust at how the woman’s tone never changed whether she was discussing the local death toll or a birthday party for one of the hyenas at the zoo.
Leaving the woman on the TV to babble on about a new local all-organic food store opening down town, Giles approached
“Well, that should do it,” Willow said over her shoulder, “it looks like it was trying to use an IRC that was already claimed by your printer. It should have automatically chosen one that wasn’t in use, but that’s computers for you.”
“Ah, yes, well, thank you. As I’m sure you already know, I have no clue what you just said, however,” Giles reminded her, though not unkindly.
“This was a great idea, Giles. Once we have everything scanned, I’ll create a database for the entries to make them easier to find,” she said, excitement reflected in her voice. "Of course, I'd feel better about the whole thing if you could just remind me one more time that you're absolutely, positively sure that there aren't any more Moloch-types waiting to be released?"
“Yes, well, I've double and triple checked all the volumes to be scanned. How about if I make you a pot of coffee? I need to go out for a bit, there’s still more things that need cataloguing. I need to retrieve them from the storage place.”
“What? Oh, you wanted me to scan everything today?”
“Not everything, of course. There are far too many volumes, but I was hoping you could stay a few hours, perhaps. We really do need to get all of these things done as soon as we can.”
“What’s up Giles? You're seeming way too much of old library-type guy lately. What, with all the cataloguing and filing and whatnot.”
Giles sighed. He didn’t really want to bring up his future plans yet, especially since Buffy should be the first one he spoke to. On the other hand, it was rather important that
“Well, uh, no. I’m speaking of
“But, but, but, Giles!”
“But, but, Buffy! Buffy still needs you, you’re still her Watcher. I mean, it’s not in the actually being paid a salary way, but she needs you, Giles! We all do!”
Giles simply smiled at her with affection. “No,
He rested a comforting hand on
“Oh, God, Giles,”
“Now, Willow, please. My mind has been made up. It’s past time that I’ve acknowledged how far Buffy has grown into her role as Slayer. She has surpassed my fondest hopes and all while maintaining her independence. As for the rest of you, although it wasn’t part of my job to take care of you, I’ve grown to have a lot of affection for each of you. You’re, uh, my step-children, if you like. But I need to go home. Perhaps find someone and have a family of my own; perhaps even convince Olivia that I can give her a more routine life if she’ll still have me. Please don’t make this more difficult than it already is.”
“Okay, Giles, ok, I guess. But I’m still going to hold out hope that I can convince you otherwise.”
He gave her a small smile, “Not very soon. Probably before Halloween, but not too much before.” He grabbed a light jacket from the coat rack, “Now I really must be off. There’s coffee in the cabinet next to the refrigerator. You can help yourself. I’ll call just before one and bring you back a little bit of lunch if you're still here. And remember, I wish you to keep things quiet for the moment. I need to figure out a way to tell Buffy.” With that he was out the door.
End CH 6