Giles's song is Mister Cellophane from Chicago.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. The songs in this chapter are all parodies.
After making sure that there weren't any fledglings lingering around, the Scooby Gang went to The Magic Box to begin researching.
"We'll take what we can carry to the hospital," Buffy said. "Giles should be able to help us out on this."
"This is weird, even for a Hellmouth," Anya said. "In the eleven hundred years I've been around, nobody has ever wished for people to sing and dance spontaneously."
"I-Is it just us?" Tara asked. "It could be some kind of spell."
"It's definitely a spell," Willow said. "I could feel the magic surrounding us."
"And by the group of people at the laundromat we passed by singing about how the cleaners got the mustard out, I'll make a guess and say that this is a one-size-fits-all kind of musical spell," Xander said.
"Great," Buffy said with a sarcastic tone. "I always wanted to be the leading lady of a musical."
"But hey!" Anya said. "If Giles is affected, he'll sound really good! Remember how he sang at the party?"
Everyone glared at Anya, who folded her arms and huffed.
Sunnydale Memorial Hospital
The nurse that took care of Joyce called for Giles to come to the front desk to take a call from Buffy.
"I see," Giles said as he watched a group of dancing medical interns. "Yes, the hospital has been affected as well. No, your mother hasn't started singing or dancing yet. Alright. I'll just check on Dawn and meet you at the Magic Box."
As Giles walked back to the recovery wing, he heard the sound of jazz trumpets and a piano in the air. The entire hospital staff moved in slow motion as Giles walked through the crowd of various hospital employees and began to sing.
If a demon appeared in some kind of crowd
And roared and yelled rather loud
And bared some fangs and horns and wings
She would be there
Giles saw an empty chair and stood on it, pretending to be a vampire.
If a vampire rises from its grave
Yelled "I aim to misbehave
I'm going to suck your blood"
She would be there
Jumping off the chair, Giles continued.
My slayer is a girl beyond compare
Lived longer than most slayers ever dared
And if you looked behind her you would see
Invisible inconsequential...Me
Giles entered the elevator as the song continued.
Rupert Giles
I am Rupert Giles
Watcher in his prime
Mister Rupert Giles
And yet she looks right through me
Slays so easy
Like I was never there
The elevator opened and Giles navigated to the recovery wing.
I tell ya
Sometimes I
Just wonder why
I should stay by her side
while she's in the fight
because she looks right through me
Saves the day and
I'm always standing there
Finding Joyce's room, only to see both Dawn and Joyce asleep, he softened his voice as he thought about Willow and Xander.
Suppose you were a redhead witch
Who can conjure magic with the slightest twitch
And can hack any computer she can find
She's there for her.
Suppose you were a dark haired boy
Who doesn't do much except watch with joy
and fantasize about what he can't have.
She's there for him
My Buffy loves her friends with all her heart
Nothing could ever tear the gang apart.
And yet this gang has one anomaly
The big old pratt
The bookish, prudish
You know who...
There was a short piano bridge as Giles kept his eye on the door, thinking about how easily Buffy took initiative and lamenting his darker days, not knowing that both of the ladies in the room were slowly waking up.
No more Ripper days
He has gone away
Cause she just looks right through me
Doesn't need me
I'm just standing there
She doesn't even KNOW...I care...
"I think you're wrong," a soft feminine voice said.
Giles looked up and saw Joyce, wide awake. Dawn stood up and stretched her arms.
"I'm gonna go to the bathroom," Dawn said. "I'll be right back."
She waved to the two grown ups and walked quickly out of the room.
"I heard you singing and to tell you the truth, I don't think you have anything to worry about. My daughter tells me so much about you. And though she's not exactly one for words, I feel like you've become the father she never had."
"You really think so?" Giles gave the woman a hopeful smile.
"I'm her mother. There's no one else who knows my daughters better than I do."
Giles sat down next to Joyce and brushed some hair away from her face. She gripped the Watcher's hand as hard as she could without hurting herself. "Thanks for staying with me."
Giles smiled at Joyce and saw a glimpse of the spirited woman he knew when they were both under the influence of Ethan's band candy. The two of them started talking about their shared experiences with Buffy, laughing at some of her more embarrassing moments. Dawn returned from the bathroom to find them talking about their younger days and rolled her eyes in annoyance.
"Grown ups," Dawn said. But she sat down and smiled at her mother, who practically glowed with the happiness that only a growing love can give.
Anthony Head's voice is a legit distraction for me. He has a new album out, by the way.
Willow and Tara have the spotlight for the next chapter. Can you guess what songs they're gonna sing?
It's safe to say that there will be some anachronism stew, meaning it'll be like Moulin Rouge where they sing songs that haven't been created at the time.
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