Drabble BtVS...Giles and Cordy genfic
Title: Movies and Vampires
Author: Ness
Contact: sessa1_2@hotmail.com
Rating: G
Disclaimer: It all belongs to Joss. He’s a god in his world…I’m just a peon in mine. Please don’t sue.
Date: April 10, 2008
Popcorn flew at the screen where the latest Hollywood vampire movie was playing.
“Cordelia!” Giles hissed to the woman sitting beside him.
“What?” Cordelia looked at him innocently…well, as innocently as a person with a handful of popcorn aimed at the movie screen can look.
“Would you please stop turning food into projectiles?” Giles muttered, mindful of the angry looks they were receiving from the people around them.
“You can’t tell me that you’re enjoying this.” Cordelia dropped the popcorn back into the tub and wiped her fingers on his sleeve.
Giles gaped at her. “You do realize that there are napkins laying on the armrest of your seat? You don’t have to use my attire to clean your hands.”
She had the grace to look abashed. “Sorry, Giles. I guess I’m used to boyfriends that wear tee-shirts that have seen better days. They don’t care if I use their shirts as a wet-wipe.”
“Well, I happen to care, so kindly desist.” He studied the greasy butter stain that now graced the sleeve of one of his favorite dress shirts.
“I’ll have it cleaned.” At his skeptical look, she straightened. “I will. I said I would have it cleaned and I will.”
Giles relented. “Very well. Thank you.” He turned his attention back to the front of the theater.
“What exactly are we doing here?” Cordelia lowered her voice in deference to the hissed “be quiets” that were being thrown their way. She really didn’t care, but she didn’t think that Giles wanted to get thrown out of the theater.
“I don’t recall that ‘we’ were here.” Giles rubbed the back of his neck wearily. “You saw me and decided that I simply couldn’t do without your company.”
Cordelia’s eyes flashed with anger and something else that Giles couldn’t quite identify in the semi-darkness of the theater. He suddenly stood and grasped her arm and pulled her out into the lobby. Mercifully, it was deserted.
“Cordelia, why are you here?”
“I don’t know, that’s what I asked you,” she replied petulantly.
Giles pulled off his glasses and began cleaning them while reminding himself why slaying American teenagers was a very, very bad idea.
He slowly settled his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose before he spoke again. “For the last time, Cordelia, why?”
She turned away from him, mumbling her answer so softly that he had to ask her to repeat it.
She didn’t look at him, but repeated herself. “I said that I miss you.”
“What?” Giles couldn’t have been more surprised if she had suddenly announced she was leaving for missionary work in the Congo.
She straightened and looked at him, her head held high. “I said that I missed you.”
When she added nothing else, Giles spoke. “And why, exactly, would you miss the middle-aged, English Librarian who you always seemed to delight in making the target of your less-than-kind sarcasm?”
Cordy flushed at the matter-of-fact tone he used. “Look, I know I haven’t always been nice to you…”
“Try never,” Giles interrupted.
She glared at him before continuing. “Like I said, I know I haven’t been nice to you sometimes, but I always thought that you were a nice man.” She shrugged slightly before turning away again. “And, most of the time, you treated me better than anybody else did.” Her shoulders slumped slightly. “At least you didn’t treat me much differently than you did the others. I could tell that everyone else would have been just as happy if I’d never come into their little clique.” She looked at him over her shoulder. “Not that I wanted to belong to it in the first place.”
“Of course not,” Giles replied softly. He hadn’t realized just how alone Cordelia Chase must have been feeling since she and Xander had broken up. She had not been able to rejoin the group that she had led before becoming involved with him because of the trouble her parents were in, but she also wasn’t welcomed by Xander’s friends any longer either.
He sighed. He couldn’t say that he was fond of Cordelia Chase, but he also understood what it was like to be an outsider. He also understood what it was like to be lonely.
“Would you like to come back into the theater and help me decide if the rise in vampire activity in this area has something to do with the new ownership here?”
Cordelia grinned widely before she caught herself. “Well, if you insist.”
Giles shook his head ruefully. “I do, Cordelia, I most certainly do.” He gestured for her to precede him and they walked back into the theater.
Finis
Author: Ness
Contact: sessa1_2@hotmail.com
Rating: G
Disclaimer: It all belongs to Joss. He’s a god in his world…I’m just a peon in mine. Please don’t sue.
Date: April 10, 2008
Popcorn flew at the screen where the latest Hollywood vampire movie was playing.
“Cordelia!” Giles hissed to the woman sitting beside him.
“What?” Cordelia looked at him innocently…well, as innocently as a person with a handful of popcorn aimed at the movie screen can look.
“Would you please stop turning food into projectiles?” Giles muttered, mindful of the angry looks they were receiving from the people around them.
“You can’t tell me that you’re enjoying this.” Cordelia dropped the popcorn back into the tub and wiped her fingers on his sleeve.
Giles gaped at her. “You do realize that there are napkins laying on the armrest of your seat? You don’t have to use my attire to clean your hands.”
She had the grace to look abashed. “Sorry, Giles. I guess I’m used to boyfriends that wear tee-shirts that have seen better days. They don’t care if I use their shirts as a wet-wipe.”
“Well, I happen to care, so kindly desist.” He studied the greasy butter stain that now graced the sleeve of one of his favorite dress shirts.
“I’ll have it cleaned.” At his skeptical look, she straightened. “I will. I said I would have it cleaned and I will.”
Giles relented. “Very well. Thank you.” He turned his attention back to the front of the theater.
“What exactly are we doing here?” Cordelia lowered her voice in deference to the hissed “be quiets” that were being thrown their way. She really didn’t care, but she didn’t think that Giles wanted to get thrown out of the theater.
“I don’t recall that ‘we’ were here.” Giles rubbed the back of his neck wearily. “You saw me and decided that I simply couldn’t do without your company.”
Cordelia’s eyes flashed with anger and something else that Giles couldn’t quite identify in the semi-darkness of the theater. He suddenly stood and grasped her arm and pulled her out into the lobby. Mercifully, it was deserted.
“Cordelia, why are you here?”
“I don’t know, that’s what I asked you,” she replied petulantly.
Giles pulled off his glasses and began cleaning them while reminding himself why slaying American teenagers was a very, very bad idea.
He slowly settled his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose before he spoke again. “For the last time, Cordelia, why?”
She turned away from him, mumbling her answer so softly that he had to ask her to repeat it.
She didn’t look at him, but repeated herself. “I said that I miss you.”
“What?” Giles couldn’t have been more surprised if she had suddenly announced she was leaving for missionary work in the Congo.
She straightened and looked at him, her head held high. “I said that I missed you.”
When she added nothing else, Giles spoke. “And why, exactly, would you miss the middle-aged, English Librarian who you always seemed to delight in making the target of your less-than-kind sarcasm?”
Cordy flushed at the matter-of-fact tone he used. “Look, I know I haven’t always been nice to you…”
“Try never,” Giles interrupted.
She glared at him before continuing. “Like I said, I know I haven’t been nice to you sometimes, but I always thought that you were a nice man.” She shrugged slightly before turning away again. “And, most of the time, you treated me better than anybody else did.” Her shoulders slumped slightly. “At least you didn’t treat me much differently than you did the others. I could tell that everyone else would have been just as happy if I’d never come into their little clique.” She looked at him over her shoulder. “Not that I wanted to belong to it in the first place.”
“Of course not,” Giles replied softly. He hadn’t realized just how alone Cordelia Chase must have been feeling since she and Xander had broken up. She had not been able to rejoin the group that she had led before becoming involved with him because of the trouble her parents were in, but she also wasn’t welcomed by Xander’s friends any longer either.
He sighed. He couldn’t say that he was fond of Cordelia Chase, but he also understood what it was like to be an outsider. He also understood what it was like to be lonely.
“Would you like to come back into the theater and help me decide if the rise in vampire activity in this area has something to do with the new ownership here?”
Cordelia grinned widely before she caught herself. “Well, if you insist.”
Giles shook his head ruefully. “I do, Cordelia, I most certainly do.” He gestured for her to precede him and they walked back into the theater.
Finis