From: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com (buffyfic-digest) To: buffyfic-digest@lists.xmission.com Subject: buffyfic-digest V2 #387 Reply-To: $SENDER Sender: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com Errors-To: owner-buffyfic@lists.xmission.com Precedence: bulk buffyfic-digest Friday, December 4 1998 Volume 02 : Number 387 In this issue: BUFFYFIC: Twilight (oops again, darn it) BUFFYFIC: Nothing See the end of the digest for information on (un)subscribing to the buffyfic or buffyfic-digest mailing lists and on how to retrieve back issues. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Thu, 3 Dec 1998 04:33:50 EST From: Titanic437@aol.com 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~ _/\_ (*^*) ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 04 Dec 1998 15:54:32 -0500 From: uzenet@videotron.ca Subject: BUFFYFIC: Nothing Title: Nothing Author: Northlight email: uzenet@videotron.ca 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~ ------------------------------ End of buffyfic-digest V2 #387 ****************************** To subscribe to buffyfic or buffyfic-digest, send the command subscribe buffyfic-digest or subscribe buffy to majordomo@xmission.com. 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