TITLE: My Emotions in You (1/2)
AUTHOR: Lady Ia
RATING: PG (May go up next chapter)
DISTRIBUTION: Everyone who has my general permission. Others please ask first.
SPOILERS: The last few eps of season 6, and the first few eps of season 7
FEEDBACK: This being my first fic, I’d love it, but please, be gentle, as I said this is my first time.
SUMMARY: What if, when Willow received Giles’s powers (and emotions) at the end of Season 6, she learned something Giles would rather have kept hidden? (UNFINISHED)
COUPLES: Buffy/Giles, mentions of Willow/Tara
DISCLAIMER: The characters are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Sandollar Productions, Kuzui Enterprises, 20th Century Fox Television, the WB Television Network, and whoever else may have a hold on them. I do not mean to infringe upon any copyrights.
Giles sat with his back to a tree, staring off into the distance. The sun would be setting in about an hour, and he had forgotten how beautiful sunsets were, here in the English countryside. The wind blew softly, fresh and clean. Although he didn’t truly consider England home anymore, it was still nice to be here. Even if it meant being away from her.
Buffy. He sighed. How had he gotten himself into this predicament? He never intended for this to happen. In fact, after their first meeting, he was certain it wouldn’t happen. He wasn’t naÔve. There were others; you just had to read the other Watcher’s journals to know that. Still… God he missed her.
He heard hoof beats in the distance, felt the vibration underneath him. He sighed again, but smiling this time. He knew this was coming, and was actually surprised she had waited this long to bring it up. He wondered briefly how she would take it.
“Willow, hello. Classes over for now?” He watched her swing off the tall horse, and tie it securely to the post near the tree, next to his own horse.
“Yeah, the coven says I’m doing well. Not completely healed, but getting there. When I asked if I could finish a little early, they said ok. I needed some time with my own personal Dumbledore.” She smiled, and settled down next to him. “Pretty sky, huh?”
“It’s nice.” He waited, knowing she would bring it up in her own time and way.
They sat together, silently, each thinking their own private thoughts. Finally, she couldn’t wait any longer. “How long?”
He didn’t even bother to pretend he didn’t understand. “I don’t know. Since she died? Since she defeated Adam? Since she graduated? Since she killed Angel to save us all? Since the start? I just know I do.” He glanced at her sideways. “Does it bother you?”
Willow smiled. “How can you ask me that? When people found out about me and Ta…” She stopped suddenly. The pain was still so fresh. “I mean, when I realized I could love a… a woman, even Buffy was taken by surprise. You were the only one who just, accepted, it. Besides,” she looked over at him, “I used to have the biggest crush on you… older or not.”
He smiled. She had come so far since that day in Sunnydale. “I suppose you realized when you took the emotions from me?”
“Not at the time. But since we got here, the coven has had me meditating on all that happened. I realized, but wasn’t sure how to bring it up. At first, I thought you might be mad at me, that you wouldn’t want to talk, but then I realized that you would know I knew, and that maybe it would help to talk.” She paused for a second. “Did that make sense?”
He laughed out loud. That was more like the Willow he remembered. “Perfect sense.”
She grinned, couldn’t help it. She liked hearing him laugh.
“So, what now? Are you going to tell her?”
He lost his smile. “I don’t think I can. I know how she feels about me.”
Willow sat quietly and pondered that. “Giles, I want to say something, but I’m afraid I’ll screw it up, and you’ll be cranky with me.”
He smiled again at the “old Willow” emerging in her words. “It’s been awhile since you worried about making me ‘cranky’. I’ll listen to what you have to say, all of it, before commenting. Fair?”
She felt relief, and it showed on her face. “Fair.” She turned her body, so she was facing him. “Giles, I think you ought to tell her. I know you think that she would be… unhappy with it, but I think differently. When you left, it almost killed her. She moped constantly, and that’s saying something considering how mopey she can be.” Willows hand flew over her mouth. “I didn’t mean, I mean… Ooops.”
“It’s alright. I understand what you mean.” He raised his eyebrows at her. “How about ‘Mums’ the word? Now, tell me more about the moping.”
“Umm, right. Anyway, she truly missed you. And remember that thing with Olivia? When she came back to the dorm after seeing her in… well…anyways, she was sort of mad. Not mad, not really, but more like… ummm…”
“Jealous?” he barely breathed the word.
“Yeah. Big time.” Willow stood up, and dusted herself off. “Giles, I know it will be hard, but don’t you think she deserves to know? You might be surprised.” She reached for the horse’s reigns, and pulled herself up. “Just think about it, ok? We’ll talk again later?” Here Willow bit her bottom lip, worried she had overstepped the line of friendship.
“Of course Willow. I’d love to talk later. Can you tell the stable boy I will be along shortly? My horse could probably use a good rub-down.”
“No problem, Giles. Bye.”
He leaned back against the tree again. The sun was nearly gone, but he wasn’t quite ready to go back. “Hmm, jealous.” He liked the sound of that.
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