hey there, this is my first chaptered fic in ages, i hope that you enjoy and try to remember that most of my writing isn't serious, because otherwise people are going to find this a lot more offensive then it really is in later chapters.

summary, Spike and Giles go hiking, Spike won't stop complaining, and Giles seems to have something up his sleeve, you'll find out more later.

warning, this is Giles Spike slash, if you don't like it don't complain to me about it, it's your own fault for reading. also as yet there is nothing to actually say Giles and Spike are definately "going out" but there are a few hints.

disclaimer, the characters in this belong to a brilliant yet evil man, the only thing i made was this story, and any others i have up on with it, read and please review, if not because you have to then because you WANT to...ENJOY!

"Here, Giles, I don't see why we have to go hiking, we can have just as much bloody fun locked in a room for the weekend, more even, and as another bonus, no sore feet. I bet that sounds bloody brilliant right about now, aye?" whined Spike, lagging along behind Giles by about three metres, in a particularly dense bit of forest.

"No Spike, you said we would do anything I wanted to do, and I bloody well want to go hiking, and anyway, we've only been at it ten minutes, so at least stop bloody complaining till lunch."

Spike, grumbling a bit, stopped complaining to Giles, and continued to plod along behind Giles.

An hour or so passed in silence but for the low muttering of Spike, about the torture of walking, and the steady footfalls of Giles, well ahead by then, before Giles decided it was time for a lunch stop.

He sat down on a nearby rock, pulling a sandwich out of his pack and gesturing for Spike to do the same.

Lunch, although I suppose it should really be called a midnight snack, passed uneventfully, and in Spike's mind it just added to the dull tedium of walking, he was so very bored.

As they started the early morning walking, Giles tried to break the silence, to no avail. The only responses he got from Spike were, "Can we stop now?" Or "Let's go back, I'm sure we can get to the car before sunrise."

Giles didn't turn back.

Spike was starting to panic; it was almost sunrise and still they were walking. "Um…Giles, how are we going to get back in time? The sun's almost up."

"Not to worry Spike, I have planned ahead, we're almost there."

Spike was more worried because of this. Had they been going back towards the car park without him knowing? He sniffed the air; no, there weren't enough petrol fumes nearby.

As Spike pondered what Giles was playing at, they rose over the crest of a hill, which led to a small valley containing a rather cosy little wooden hut, which caught Spike's attention. There appeared to be a fireplace, and a little stream, and no windows; was this Giles's plan?

"Honey, we're home. Or at least at our home for the nigh…day. Then we continue hiking. Didn't I say I had a plan?"

"You did at that."

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