Title: Broken

Summary: After Cordelia drives Buffy home, Giles is alone with a broken heart. Giles' POV.

Author: FaithsFollower

Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and its characters all belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.

Distribution: If you'd like it for your own fanfic site, you're welcome to it. Just give me credit.

Pairing: Giles/Buffy

Fandom: TV Shows - Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Genre: Angst

Rating: PG? G?

Setting: S3

Spoilers: S3: "Helpless"

Dedication: To all my fellow B/Gers out there! 'Specially my Bronzeshelter B/Gers. They know who they are. ;) I miss you guys.

Feedback: Please!

I stared at her as she walked out of the library with Cordelia. I should've been the one to drive her home. I should've told her right from the start, Watcher's Council be damned! I should've put her first, just like I've always done ever since... Ever since I began to have feelings for her. Feelings I should never have had. But no. Instead I kept this horrible test from her. I kept it from her so I could bury these feelings deep down inside. After all, a good Watcher cares not for his Slayer, as Quentin would say. Bah! What does he know?

I bent down and picked up the case with the needle and the serum. I looked at it for a moment before I threw it at the book cage.

"Damn you, Traverse!" I screamed at the case lying in front of the cage. As tears ran down my face, I turn to the doors, wondering if I should go after her and Cordelia. Wondering if she'll ever trust me again.

I walk over to the book cage and picked up the case, then walked back into my office and sat down, thinking about her. Thinking about how betrayed she looked a few moments before, how broken she looked when she realized that I, her most trusted advisor, took away her strength willingly and than lied about it to her face. I also thought about those words, those three horrible words that I'd never thought I'd hear her say: I hate you. Oh, Buffy, my darling. Can you ever forgive me? Will you ever forgive me?

There I sat, long into the night, feeling as broken as she had looked as I faced her and told her that I was the one who put her in grave danger.