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buffyfic-digest        Friday, December 4 1998        Volume 02 : Number 387



In this issue:

       BUFFYFIC: Twilight (oops again, darn it)
       BUFFYFIC: Nothing

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Date: Thu, 3 Dec 1998 04:33:50 EST
From: [e-mail]
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Twilight (oops again, darn it)

OK, the chapter that i sent was really seven, yadda yadda yadda, sorry. eh,
but who's reading it anyway? (:

~Shadows~
    _/\_
    (*^*)

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Date: Fri, 04 Dec 1998 15:54:32 -0500
From: [e-mail]
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Nothing

Title:  Nothing
Author:  Northlight
email: [e-mail]
Spoilers:  Band Candy
Summary:  Giles and Joyce try to deal with what happened while under the
influence of the candy.
Disclaimer:  Joss owns all the Buffy characters and most (if not all) of
the events mentioned in the following fic.


    "It was nothing," Joyce Summers mumbled into her pillow.  "Nothing at
all," she repeated in order to convince herself of  just how unimportant
the event that kept on running through her mind was.

    Her eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks as the image she had been
trying to banish for the past week sprung from her stubborn memory once
again.  Her breath caught in her throat and Joyce nearly groaned in
despair.

    Rupert Giles.

    Ripper.

    His hands swiping through his hair... snagging a cigarette from behind
one ear... leaping out from the jagged remains of the window he had
broken with the coat in his arms... laying her against the hood of the
car... his mouth on hers...

    Her eyes snapped open, a her cheeks flushed at the memory of exactly
_what_ her teenage self had done with the man that night.  She growled
and pounded at her pillow in frustration.

    Once she stopped her assault, the pillow was thoroughly flattened, but
her emotions were in as much turmoil as they had been moments before.
This time, Joyce did groan and dropped back down onto her pillow.

    She fidgeted beneath her sheets and stared up at the darkened ceiling
of her bedroom.  Her eyes peered into the darkness, as if the solution
to her problem was hidden away behind the shadows.  'Hey, it's the
Hellmouth, after all.  You never know...'

    As hard as she looked, no answers emerged from the darkness in order to
make itself known to her.  Rather, her study of them allowed Rupert
Giles to sneak back into the forefront of her mind.

    His hair was delightfully tousled, and he stared down at her, a cocky
grin plastered on his face.

    His eyes shifted away from hers behind his glasses, flustered, his lips
pinched in embarrassment.

    A bare arm emerged from under the covers to flop over Joyce's eyes.
The other toyed with the edge of her sheet, her agitation clearly
visible through her fingers ceaseless plucking of the material.

    'What have I gotten myself into?' Joyce wondered, shocked at her
actions that night and her subsequent preoccupation with said actions.
She was acting more like a flustered teenager with a crush than a mature
woman capable of dealing with a little... what?  Sex induced by magiked
band candy?

    The part that made it so damned awkward was that Joyce didn't know what
to feel.  There was mortification at her brazen actions that night, 'on
a police car, for goodness sake!', and then, there was another part that
secretly delighted in the emotions that she had experienced.

    Nor did she know what to think about Giles.  She didn't love him, she
barely even knew the man.   She did respect him, though... she had even
begun to think of him as a friend during the months that Buffy had been
gone.

    What would their little adventure do to their relationship?  He had
obviously been uneasy around her the day they had met outside the
school.  Yet they would have to deal with each other quite a bit, as
both of them had a claim in Buffy's life.

    'He's probably used to this by now,' Joyce thought, envisioning Giles
comfortably asleep, without the slightest tinge of confusion regarding
the nature of their relationship, past, current, and future.

    Joyce rolled onto her side and blearily gazed into the face of her
alarm clock.  The glowing red numbers informed her that she still had a
while to go before morning.

    '1:00' she thought with a sigh, burrowing her face back into her
pillow.

***

    From his position on the couch, Giles could barely make out the clock
hanging from his kitchen wall.  He squinted at it, silently urging the
dancing little numbers to stay still long enough for him to make out
what they were.

    '1:00,' he noted the time with dismay.

    "And yet another night kept awake by the specter of Joyce Summers,"
Giles slurred, holding his glass out in a mock toast.

    His head lolled back against the back of the couch and his eyes drifted
shut.  This was never how he had planned to move on after Jenny, 'if I
had ever even considered doing so...' -- not because of one of Ethan's
tricks, and not with a woman who had barely known who she was, much less
what she was doing.

    "What a great bloody fool you are," Giles growled to himself in
disgust.  He had let himself be tricked, let Ripper have free reign,
made a fool of himself, and sunk into sleepless nights and guilt.

    The fact that he had enjoyed it somehow made his actions all the
worse.  Giving into 'Ripper' again had been exhilarating, frighteningly
so.  And Joyce...  'Yes, what about Joyce?  What must she think of you
now?'

    When they had met at the school the day following their misadventure,
he had clearly seen the embarrassment on her face.  That had the
potential to be awkward in their future dealings... encounters which
they could not possibly avoid one another while they both were a part of
Buffy's life.

    He shuddered to consider what Joyce must think of his qualifications as
Buffy's Watcher after his shameless display of violence and all around
delinquency.  He shook his head and groaned.

    'At least I can be thankful that Buffy doesn't know exactly what her
mother and I did...' Giles thought, flushing slightly at _that_
particular memory.  'On a police car, of all places!'

    Deep inside his mind, from his carefully guarded prison, Ripper
snickered.  'That was certainly one to remember, wasn't it, old boy?'
the impudent little voice whispered tauntingly.  The remnants of who he
had been had become much more insistent since his defenses had been
weakened by that blasted candy.  'You should abandon that tweed uniform
more often.  Live a little.  Hell, you could even invite Joyce along for
the ride!'

    "Shut up," Giles muttered sourly, blindly reaching out for his glass
and lifting it to his lips.

    Giles drained his glass, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand
before pouring more of the amber liquid into the glass.  'It was
nothing.  Absolutely nothing.'

    'Now if only I could believe that...'

~End~

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