Title: Going Home
Author: Tania
Rating: PG. 'cause I had to pick one, PG seemed good.
Pairing: Giles/Anya
Feedback: Yes please. But since this is my first fic, don't rain on my parade 'kay.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Post Grave. Going home isn't always an easy thing to do.
~*~
"How about this, heads I tell him, tails you tell him?"
We've been at this for hours. We're both cowards.
"No, no wait." She puts her hands on my chest. "Why don't we not tell him at all, and maybe he'll figure it out on his own."
It's the most absurd thing I've heard. And it's not the first time either of us have brought it up tonight.
I leave for Sunnydale in 2 days, Willow in tow ready to face the world. Glad one of us is. I only have to face one person, and I'm scared to death. Going back to Sunnydale will mean no more hiding, no secret meetings, no pretending to go over plans to re-build the Magic Box.
Going back will mean telling Xander.
~*~
I've been back in England for 3 months. Three months since Willow tried to destroy the world. Three months since a battered and bruised watcher escorted a devastated witch to the coven in Bath. Three months since Anya came in and turned my life upside down.
She showed up one day, shortly after I came back, demanding to know what we were going to do about the Magic Box. "We're losing money Rupert," was the first thing she said. So we talked. Talked about what was lost, what could be re-built, how long it was going to take to get things back to the way they were.
Then we started talking about non-Magic Box related things. I told her I'd take her for dinner, her choice. So we talked about what our favourite foods are, which lead to a discussion on where we were when we first tried Thai. We sat in the restaurant for hours that first night. I told her about Ripper, she told me about her life as Anyanka.
When she left she said she'd like to come back and do it again.
Four days later she was back to show me how much it was going to cost to re- build and how long it was going to take. I told her that any plans she had would be fine with me and we spent the rest of the day riding the train and looking at the sights. As we walked around Hampton Court, I explained the history, and she pretended she hadn't lived through the whole thing. Looked up at me wide eyed and hung on my every word, and I laughed at what a difference a few years makes.
She stayed that night. And every night since.
~*~
"I take your lack of response as a yes then."
What? Oh, right. The whole let's not tell Xander and hope he figures it out for himself plan. "Anya, I know you don't have a very high opinion of Xander right now, but we have to tell him. Waiting will only make things harder. On all of us."
"Good. Let it be hard on him, it's not like he doesn't deserve it. Left me at the altar, remember?"
She's getting upset, and upset does not make for happy fun filled nights. Lucky for me the phone rings.
I pick up, relieved that it has postponed this discussion for a little while. It's one of the ladies looking after Willow, confirming the date and time of our flight back to Sunnydale. She mentions Willow's hesitation to go back home, and suggests giving her some more time to come to terms with things. I agree, ring off and tell Anya about the conversation.
"It's for the best Rupert, I don't want to wait any more than you do, but if the extra time helps Willow it's something we'll just have to do."
She pulls me into a hug. I brush a kiss across the top of her head, nodding in agreement.
Like I said, we're both cowards.
A/N: This is the first thing I've written in a very long time, hence the shortness. Taking baby steps here guys. I have thought about continuing it, we'll see. Thanks to elfgirl for looking this over and making some much needed corrections.
Author: Tania
Rating: PG. 'cause I had to pick one, PG seemed good.
Pairing: Giles/Anya
Feedback: Yes please. But since this is my first fic, don't rain on my parade 'kay.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Post Grave. Going home isn't always an easy thing to do.
~*~
"How about this, heads I tell him, tails you tell him?"
We've been at this for hours. We're both cowards.
"No, no wait." She puts her hands on my chest. "Why don't we not tell him at all, and maybe he'll figure it out on his own."
It's the most absurd thing I've heard. And it's not the first time either of us have brought it up tonight.
I leave for Sunnydale in 2 days, Willow in tow ready to face the world. Glad one of us is. I only have to face one person, and I'm scared to death. Going back to Sunnydale will mean no more hiding, no secret meetings, no pretending to go over plans to re-build the Magic Box.
Going back will mean telling Xander.
~*~
I've been back in England for 3 months. Three months since Willow tried to destroy the world. Three months since a battered and bruised watcher escorted a devastated witch to the coven in Bath. Three months since Anya came in and turned my life upside down.
She showed up one day, shortly after I came back, demanding to know what we were going to do about the Magic Box. "We're losing money Rupert," was the first thing she said. So we talked. Talked about what was lost, what could be re-built, how long it was going to take to get things back to the way they were.
Then we started talking about non-Magic Box related things. I told her I'd take her for dinner, her choice. So we talked about what our favourite foods are, which lead to a discussion on where we were when we first tried Thai. We sat in the restaurant for hours that first night. I told her about Ripper, she told me about her life as Anyanka.
When she left she said she'd like to come back and do it again.
Four days later she was back to show me how much it was going to cost to re- build and how long it was going to take. I told her that any plans she had would be fine with me and we spent the rest of the day riding the train and looking at the sights. As we walked around Hampton Court, I explained the history, and she pretended she hadn't lived through the whole thing. Looked up at me wide eyed and hung on my every word, and I laughed at what a difference a few years makes.
She stayed that night. And every night since.
~*~
"I take your lack of response as a yes then."
What? Oh, right. The whole let's not tell Xander and hope he figures it out for himself plan. "Anya, I know you don't have a very high opinion of Xander right now, but we have to tell him. Waiting will only make things harder. On all of us."
"Good. Let it be hard on him, it's not like he doesn't deserve it. Left me at the altar, remember?"
She's getting upset, and upset does not make for happy fun filled nights. Lucky for me the phone rings.
I pick up, relieved that it has postponed this discussion for a little while. It's one of the ladies looking after Willow, confirming the date and time of our flight back to Sunnydale. She mentions Willow's hesitation to go back home, and suggests giving her some more time to come to terms with things. I agree, ring off and tell Anya about the conversation.
"It's for the best Rupert, I don't want to wait any more than you do, but if the extra time helps Willow it's something we'll just have to do."
She pulls me into a hug. I brush a kiss across the top of her head, nodding in agreement.
Like I said, we're both cowards.
A/N: This is the first thing I've written in a very long time, hence the shortness. Taking baby steps here guys. I have thought about continuing it, we'll see. Thanks to elfgirl for looking this over and making some much needed corrections.