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Fic: Shopping!
Jun. 22nd, 2014 12:37 amTitle: Shopping!
Fandom: BtVS
Summary: Giles is sixty but his aunts can only see the twelve year old he appears to be.
Rating: PG
Characters: Rupert Giles, Faith, Lavinia (Vin) Fairweather, Sophronia (Sophie) Fairweather
Disclaimer: They aren’t mine, not yet, but they will be … once I’ve conquered the world. Bwah-ha-ha!
Note: In the comics Giles is killed and then brought back in the body of his twelve year old self. This plays with that idea but is AU.
Note: This is sequelish to a story I’m writing for Summer of Giles which will be posted on the 29th.
Note: I haven’t read the comics so I’m completely winging the aunts.
Note: Written for a prompt at Taming the Muse: capsize
( Giles, standing in Faith and Angel’s flat as Faith, ignoring him stared, out the window, felt as if he were poised between the past and the future. The week at his mother’s home had quite a bit to do with that. Resting there, helping Mum weed the garden, rediscovering the simple pleasure of a cup of hot cocoa, these had all restored an equilibrium he hadn’t realized he’d lost. He was going to need it. Buffy didn’t know he was alive. Buffy didn’t know he was twelve. )
Fandom: BtVS
Summary: Giles is sixty but his aunts can only see the twelve year old he appears to be.
Rating: PG
Characters: Rupert Giles, Faith, Lavinia (Vin) Fairweather, Sophronia (Sophie) Fairweather
Disclaimer: They aren’t mine, not yet, but they will be … once I’ve conquered the world. Bwah-ha-ha!
Note: In the comics Giles is killed and then brought back in the body of his twelve year old self. This plays with that idea but is AU.
Note: This is sequelish to a story I’m writing for Summer of Giles which will be posted on the 29th.
Note: I haven’t read the comics so I’m completely winging the aunts.
Note: Written for a prompt at Taming the Muse: capsize
( Giles, standing in Faith and Angel’s flat as Faith, ignoring him stared, out the window, felt as if he were poised between the past and the future. The week at his mother’s home had quite a bit to do with that. Resting there, helping Mum weed the garden, rediscovering the simple pleasure of a cup of hot cocoa, these had all restored an equilibrium he hadn’t realized he’d lost. He was going to need it. Buffy didn’t know he was alive. Buffy didn’t know he was twelve. )