The Conditions of English Sanity
Author: ShesBlazing
Summary: Giles Drabble, Post-Chosen
A/N: Written 18.03.04
He wondered if maybe he was losing his mind. There were a lot of things going
wrong with him, this he knew, but Giles was always quite sure of his ability to
keep his sanity close to him. It was his only saving grace sometimes. But this,
right here, right now, he wasn't quite sure what to think.
The only vision in his mind's eye was of the screaming fairy, bold yet
deceivingly elegant. Not to mention freakishly pink. Giles shuddered at the
terrifying abomination before him. This was even worse than his days as Ripper.
No one else seemed to notice, all of them rooted to their seats, as if nothing
of importance was occurring. And yet here he was, sweating as if he were back
in that looming crater once called Sunnydale. It was a nightmare, really.
'Oh, bloody hell,' he thought. Jumping up, Giles turned, and quickly strode out
of the living room, echoes leading into the hall.
Everyone paused. Buffy shrugged. "Giles must not like us watching his old
home movies."
"I dunno, ten-year-old Giles playing dress-up is kind of funny," said
Xander, chuckling. He smirked.
And they turned their attentions back to the television screen.