I should have known. I should have known something was up when he didn't check in but... I've been so preoccupied with Spike a-and Dawn and the Hellmouth, I
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I gave a brief nod towards the girls and then turned, walking away from them. They didn't know Giles, had never met him. To them he'd be just another dead Watcher guy - someone who the Slayer - me - someone I'd looked up to. Learned from. Given grief to at, oh, every opportunity.
My composure threatened to slide away at that point and I found myself standing outside on my back porch with Xander, trying to catch my balance in a world where nothing was making sense any more.
"I got a phone call this morning," I started, turning to look at him. I'm terribly sorry for your loss, Ms. Summers. "From England." My composure went right out the window at the look on Xander's face. It fell so far and so fast that it almost took me with it, like a ton of bricks o-or those other incredibly British things that Giles used to say
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I just looked at her, stared actually. "England...Giles..." I shook my head, the only father figure I really had. Mine was a raving drunk, but Giles...
"Blown up. No" I shook my head, "There's no way Buffy, he would have left, or gotten away. He wouldn't have been inside. I mean, he's Giles. He'll always be around, right?" I sat next to her, the tears in my eyes as well. "Wrong" I said softly, as I put my arms around her and cried together.
It turned out that it was pretty easy to say the actual words. They tripped off my tongue pretty quickly and with every one I spoke, Xander's shoulders seemed to slump a little bit more.
Giles. Gone. Blown up. God, this was too... It didn't feel real.
"There's no way Buffy, he would have left, or gotten away. He wouldn't have been inside. I mean, he's Giles. He'll always be around, right?"
I'd thought so too but then-- What had I known? I didn't think I'd be a virtual orphan by the age of 21, looking after my sister. My Mom-- She'd been too young to die, too young to get that stupid brain tumor that ate her alive. That stupid brain tumor that I couldn't even fight and Giles--
Giles had been killed with something that I could fight. Giles had been murdered by something that was trying to get to all of us, trying to claw its way up from beneath the floor and I'd been, what, preoccupied? Nice excuse there, Buff, I thought sourly, blinking as I felt Xander's arms slide around me
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Though I was sitting in another room, snatches of Buffy's and Xander's conversation came through the door. I wasn't sure what was going on... But it didn't sound good. Someone had died, I think. I felt sick. Too many people had died lately. I didn't think I could take it any more.
I wondered now if maybe I should just leave. Go somewhere else. Would the Bringers find me in Hawaii? If I've got to die, it might as well be somewhere pretty. I don't know.
But the truth is, I'm too exhausted to run. So I sat on the sofa quietly, biting my nails, waiting for Buffy and Xander to come back and tell me what to do. Because honestly, I'm sick of being a grown up. I want someone else to be in charge.
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"Where did you want to talk?" I was all serious now, no more playful Xander. Something was up, and it wasn't good.
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My composure threatened to slide away at that point and I found myself standing outside on my back porch with Xander, trying to catch my balance in a world where nothing was making sense any more.
"I got a phone call this morning," I started, turning to look at him. I'm terribly sorry for your loss, Ms. Summers. "From England." My composure went right out the window at the look on Xander's face. It fell so far and so fast that it almost took me with it, like a ton of bricks o-or those other incredibly British things that Giles used to say ( ... )
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"Blown up. No" I shook my head, "There's no way Buffy, he would have left, or gotten away. He wouldn't have been inside. I mean, he's Giles. He'll always be around, right?" I sat next to her, the tears in my eyes as well. "Wrong" I said softly, as I put my arms around her and cried together.
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Giles. Gone. Blown up. God, this was too... It didn't feel real.
"There's no way Buffy, he would have left, or gotten away. He wouldn't have been inside. I mean, he's Giles. He'll always be around, right?"
I'd thought so too but then-- What had I known? I didn't think I'd be a virtual orphan by the age of 21, looking after my sister. My Mom-- She'd been too young to die, too young to get that stupid brain tumor that ate her alive. That stupid brain tumor that I couldn't even fight and Giles--
Giles had been killed with something that I could fight. Giles had been murdered by something that was trying to get to all of us, trying to claw its way up from beneath the floor and I'd been, what, preoccupied? Nice excuse there, Buff, I thought sourly, blinking as I felt Xander's arms slide around me ( ... )
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I wondered now if maybe I should just leave. Go somewhere else. Would the Bringers find me in Hawaii? If I've got to die, it might as well be somewhere pretty. I don't know.
But the truth is, I'm too exhausted to run. So I sat on the sofa quietly, biting my nails, waiting for Buffy and Xander to come back and tell me what to do. Because honestly, I'm sick of being a grown up. I want someone else to be in charge.
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