A/N: This is my first fic and the first piece of prose that I have
written in a few years so please be kind and give feedback
A/N2: This was inspired by a fic I read by Cyberwulf. And it got me thinking that Giles had been lonely, and it's been a while since he has had anyone.
Please forgive any spelling mistakes.
Disclaimer: Ok, I was up all night freaking because I forgot to put a disclaimer on this thing. So here it is. I don't own these people(except for Amanda, she's mine, although she is not so interesting that you would want to steal her)!!! Although god knows I wish I did. James, Nicholas, and Tony, I'm here for ya babes. Anywhere, anytime, have your people call my people. Well person actually, his name is Eugene and he's my pimp.
"and I'm freeeeeee, I'm free fallin'…….."
Most performers usually didn't like to look at the audience when they sang, but he did. When he was up on stage he wasn't Ripper, bad assed kid with a fetish for trouble of the magical kind, or Giles-ex watcher to a talented if not unconventional slayer, and father figure to a group of troubled teens. When he was up on stage he was just a man. An anonomys voice.
At first, he sang to enjoy the feeling of people watching him, listening to him. Buffy didn't need a watcher anymore, not that she ever really did. But now that she was in college, she was on her own. She didn't need him. He should have been thrilled. When he first became involved with "the scoobies" as they called themselves, he would often go to bed at night, wondering how and why he was strapped with this burden. He signed on to be a watcher-to Buffy Summers. And if she wasn't enough of a handful, she came with friends. Granted Willow, Xander, and Angel were helpful, but sometimes they were more trouble then they were worth. Especially Angel. Then came Cordelia- the snob, Oz the ware wolf-although he didn't mind him as much as the other's, at least Oz didn't talk much. Then Faith, and Wesley. Now that was defiantly a time that he didn't care to remember. Then Anya- now she talked. And talked and talked… And now he had a grumpy, soap obsessed, bleached blond impotent vampire sleeping in his bathtub. He sighed inwardly. The irony was, he loved it. Every second of it. Well perhaps not every second, but they are the closest thing to family that he has ever had and the moment he realized that they didn't need him anymore was the moment he realized how much he needed them. They gave his life purpose. And now that he was back in their lives again, he still sang. It was no longer about finding something to fill the time. It was about doing something that he enjoyed. It was a release. Here, no one expected him to have all the answers. Here, he didn't have to pretend that he was fine when he wasn't. He didn't have to pretend that he wasn't terrified. He loved those children with all his heart, but was only human after all.
He heard clapping and he realized that he had finished playing. He forgot he was even on stage. He smiled, nodded his head and walked off. When he came out into the area where the customers were drinking coffee, a few people smiled and told him that they enjoyed his playing. He nodded and answered with a mumbled thank you, walked up to the coffee bar and ordered an espresso. As he was about pay the boy behind the counter, he heard a voice behind him say,
"Lemmie get that"
When he turned around to say how unnecessary it was, he was stunned. There stood a woman, no older then 25 or 26. Dark red, almost brown curly hair that cascaded down and ended above her full breasts. Dark emerald colored eyes, olive skin, and red lips. He realized with a start that he had been starring at her for longer then he should have been, longer then anyone should be staring at anything.
"Excuse me, I'm sorry," he said, hoping that she wouldn't slap him.
"That's alright" she said with a smile, "I thought you were really great up there. My name's Amanda" and she outstretched her hand.
"Oh. Thank you, Amanda. My name is Gi…Rupert," he said shaking her hand.
It was warm and felt soft against his rough skin. Considering all the places they've been and all the things he's had to do with his hands, it was surprising that he still had them. She had a strong grip for a woman of small stature, but then again he knew another innocent looking girl with a stronger grip then she.
"Would you like to sit down? I'm here by myself and I would love the company," she asked.
His first thought was that he should be getting back to his house, after all Buffy may need him. On second thought….
"Yes, I would love to" he said with a confident smile.
To be continued…….. feed back please
A/N2: This was inspired by a fic I read by Cyberwulf. And it got me thinking that Giles had been lonely, and it's been a while since he has had anyone.
Please forgive any spelling mistakes.
Disclaimer: Ok, I was up all night freaking because I forgot to put a disclaimer on this thing. So here it is. I don't own these people(except for Amanda, she's mine, although she is not so interesting that you would want to steal her)!!! Although god knows I wish I did. James, Nicholas, and Tony, I'm here for ya babes. Anywhere, anytime, have your people call my people. Well person actually, his name is Eugene and he's my pimp.
"and I'm freeeeeee, I'm free fallin'…….."
Most performers usually didn't like to look at the audience when they sang, but he did. When he was up on stage he wasn't Ripper, bad assed kid with a fetish for trouble of the magical kind, or Giles-ex watcher to a talented if not unconventional slayer, and father figure to a group of troubled teens. When he was up on stage he was just a man. An anonomys voice.
At first, he sang to enjoy the feeling of people watching him, listening to him. Buffy didn't need a watcher anymore, not that she ever really did. But now that she was in college, she was on her own. She didn't need him. He should have been thrilled. When he first became involved with "the scoobies" as they called themselves, he would often go to bed at night, wondering how and why he was strapped with this burden. He signed on to be a watcher-to Buffy Summers. And if she wasn't enough of a handful, she came with friends. Granted Willow, Xander, and Angel were helpful, but sometimes they were more trouble then they were worth. Especially Angel. Then came Cordelia- the snob, Oz the ware wolf-although he didn't mind him as much as the other's, at least Oz didn't talk much. Then Faith, and Wesley. Now that was defiantly a time that he didn't care to remember. Then Anya- now she talked. And talked and talked… And now he had a grumpy, soap obsessed, bleached blond impotent vampire sleeping in his bathtub. He sighed inwardly. The irony was, he loved it. Every second of it. Well perhaps not every second, but they are the closest thing to family that he has ever had and the moment he realized that they didn't need him anymore was the moment he realized how much he needed them. They gave his life purpose. And now that he was back in their lives again, he still sang. It was no longer about finding something to fill the time. It was about doing something that he enjoyed. It was a release. Here, no one expected him to have all the answers. Here, he didn't have to pretend that he was fine when he wasn't. He didn't have to pretend that he wasn't terrified. He loved those children with all his heart, but was only human after all.
He heard clapping and he realized that he had finished playing. He forgot he was even on stage. He smiled, nodded his head and walked off. When he came out into the area where the customers were drinking coffee, a few people smiled and told him that they enjoyed his playing. He nodded and answered with a mumbled thank you, walked up to the coffee bar and ordered an espresso. As he was about pay the boy behind the counter, he heard a voice behind him say,
"Lemmie get that"
When he turned around to say how unnecessary it was, he was stunned. There stood a woman, no older then 25 or 26. Dark red, almost brown curly hair that cascaded down and ended above her full breasts. Dark emerald colored eyes, olive skin, and red lips. He realized with a start that he had been starring at her for longer then he should have been, longer then anyone should be staring at anything.
"Excuse me, I'm sorry," he said, hoping that she wouldn't slap him.
"That's alright" she said with a smile, "I thought you were really great up there. My name's Amanda" and she outstretched her hand.
"Oh. Thank you, Amanda. My name is Gi…Rupert," he said shaking her hand.
It was warm and felt soft against his rough skin. Considering all the places they've been and all the things he's had to do with his hands, it was surprising that he still had them. She had a strong grip for a woman of small stature, but then again he knew another innocent looking girl with a stronger grip then she.
"Would you like to sit down? I'm here by myself and I would love the company," she asked.
His first thought was that he should be getting back to his house, after all Buffy may need him. On second thought….
"Yes, I would love to" he said with a confident smile.
To be continued…….. feed back please
