Summary: Buffy and Giles discover each other working at the Academy.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I wish I did.
I wake up to a minor headache, well minor for me for anyone else other than the Slayer it would be considered a major hangover. I lift my head and look around and realize that I am not in my hotel room, but in fact I am in Giles room. I remember going out with Andrew and Xander last night. I remember having a few too many pints, and I remember that kiss. Giles had kissed me, it was right after he pushed a piece of hair out of my face and behind my ear. Now but just glancing down at the sheet across my body, there is more that I am not remembering. I quietly get out of the bed and grab my clothes before sneaking back across the hall and into my room.
As soon as I'm there, I lock the door and take a shower, the spray in my face will wake me up and hopefully I can remember what else happened last night. As I let the water rush down my back the wave of memories hit me. That kiss lead to another one and another. I remember how he pinned me to the wall in the elevator on our way upstairs and how we chose his room because he found his key first. I remember it all, how gentle he was and how attentive. In the morning they would have to sit and talk about the change in their relationship.
I'm a dried up prune when I step out of the shower. The water had turned cold, but I don't remember how much longer I stayed under the spray remembering the night before until I decided to get out of the shower. I was in the middle of drying my hair when a knock sounded at my door. Glancing at the clock I realize that its later than I thought it was. In fact it was damn near mid day. I open the door to see Giles on the other side, his hair is sticking up and he's not wearing his glasses, in fact his eyes are barely open. He must have a hangover.
"Buffy, there you are. Do you have the aspirian?"
"Yeah let me get it." I walk into the bath and step out, he's closed the door and is now sitting on the bed waiting for me to hand him his remedy. "Here you go, guess you had too many pints last night."
"It would appear that way." He paused to wash down the pills with the water I also brought him and before I could speak he was talking again. "Buffy, I know this may not sound to polite, but did anything happen last night?"
"Happen? In regards to what?" I can feel my heart actually aching as he speaks, something inside telling me that he forgot everything from last night. "You didn't make a fool of yourself that I can recall, you just had a few too many."
"Oh, ok. Well, thank you for the aspiran, I will get ready and meet you downstairs in say and hour."
"Sure." I close the door behind him and then start to cry. I remember how wonderful it felt to be with him and he forgets it entirely. I guess that it was meant to be that way, but it still hurts and I can't stop the tears from flowing. I manage to pull myself together by the time I meet him in the lobby for our drive back up north. The whole way home, I'm quiet and it takes all the will power I have not to cry in front of him, for if I do he would ask what is the matter and I can't lie to Giles.
That night I lock myself in my room while Giles stays down stairs and burries himself in a book. I have no idea what he's thinking or even if bits and pieces of last night are going through his mind. I however cannot seem to forget them and silently cry myself to sleep that night dreaming of Giles and how wonderful it felt to be held in his arms.
The next few weeks I avoid him as much as I can, which is difficult considering that we live in the same house and work in the same building. However at work I can hide in my class room teaching the next generation of slayers how to stay alive while he is in the headmasters office going over paperwork. At home is where it becomes hard I walk on egg shells and spend a lot of time in my room and out of his way, that way if he does remember I'm out of the line of fire.
Two months have passed since that night now and I can't seem to shake this flu bug, considering that its August and there has been minimal rain its odd that I'm sick. The slayer rarely gets sick, or so I'm told. I go see the doctor at the Academy during my lunch one day and am told the answer to my illness will pass in about 7 months give or take. I couldn't wrap what he was saying around my head until it was spoken aloud.
"Ms. Summers you're with child."
"What? How? What?"
"Congratulations, you're pregnant."
"Thank you." I speak and hear the few directions that he is giving me to take care of myself and the baby, but the realization that I'm pregnant skims past me. I focus more on the fact that I am pregnant and Giles is the father.
That night after dinner I start making myself more visiable around the house. Things have been a little strained and Giles welcomes the company. Normally after dinner I take a cup of coffee and a book to my room, but tonight when Giles starts to make the coffee for me I stop him.
"No thanks, I will take a cup of tea though."
"Are you ill?"
"No I'm just sick of coffee."
"Very well." I watch as he puts the kettle on and makes us the tea. Tea is better for me I remember once hearing that coffee is bad when you are pregnant. He hands me my cup and we go into the study to read. I'm not sure when but I fall asleep on the couch. I have no energy of late and the doctor said that was normal. I however wish to stay awake and look at the man who's baby I'm carrying.
