Title: Ted

Description: I was always bothered that they never showed what happened between Jenny & Giles in Ted. You know, after she shot him. So my friend and I wrote our own version. Based on a very interesting RPG I once did. Please R&R, If you like.

Disclaimer: I don't own BTVS. Only the idea for this fic.


Jenny helped Giles hobble to where their cars were parked. He leaned against the side of her car as she fished through her purse. She pulled out her keys and unlocked the passenger door, helping him get in. She then hurried over to the driver's side and got in, starting the engine.

Giles moaned in quiet agony as he turned over, clutching his hand to the wound in his back.

"Hold on, you. We're going to get you some medical help."

He ignored the comment, but glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. He pulled his hand back in front of him, which was covered in blood. Jenny glanced at his blood-covered hand and cringed slightly, a disgusted look on her face.

"Ugh."

"Where are we going?"

"The hospital."

Giles groaned. "Just drive me to my house, please. I have some bandages there. I'll be fine. I don't need to go to the hospital."

Jenny shook her head. "Forget it. You're going to the hospital whether you like it or not. And besides, I'm the one who's driving." She gave a smug grin. He sank back down in the passenger's seat.

A few minutes later she stopped in front of the cheerful white building. In Giles' eyes, it looked more like a cheerful white morgue.

"We're heeree!" she trilled enthusiastically, getting out of the car and dashing around to his door. But upon trying to open it, she found it was rather locked.

"Rupert! Open up!" she tugged on the handle to the door.

"No!" He glared at her, then pocketed her car keys.

"Rupert... I'm warning you..." she yanked on it harder.

"No!"

"Very well then, you've left me no choice." She let go of the door's handle. She proceeded to put a hand to her hair and pull out a hair clip.

"Ha! That never works, I hope you know!"

She also proceeded to ignore him as she jammed the piece of skinny metal into the lock and furiously wiggled it. After a good 30-45 seconds, the lock gave a click and she tugged the door open triumphantly.

"But that never works," he grumbled as she tugged him, none too gently, out of the vehicle and to the 'morgue'. She then reached into his coat pocket and took back her keys.

"Why are we going to a morgue again?" He clung to her arm.

"It's not a morgue, Rupert."

"Is too," he said, with a faint whimper.

She gave an exasperated sigh and looked at him. "And why do you think it's a morgue?"

"It's white, it's tiled, it has a cemetery, and I'm going to die."

"One, you are not going to die. And two, there is not a cemetery."

"There is too!" He continued insistently.

"Where?" She looked around.

"Over there." He pointed to it.

She glanced past him in disbelief before spying the old tombstones. And the sign next to it that read 'Sunnydale Cemetery'. "Rupert, that's the city cemetery. It's just a coincidence."

"That's what they want you to think," he said, shifty-eyed.

TBC.


Lol. Sort of a crappy fic, and a crappy first chapter. More to come, I'm typing it up now.