A/n: Sorry I haven't updated in all that long, I wasn't feeling very Buffy-ish. I've been pissed at Buffy. Anyway, I was just going to warn you of something.
I love Giles, I really do (not in that way.. hehe), he's great. I'm sad they took him away. I'm also sad they never go into anything about Buffy or the others having relationships with him. He never gets any action. SO I'm making up for that in this story. If you think I'm being mean to, and/or making a fool out of Giles, you are wrong. Although, that's fun too.. anyway, on with the story.
Willow smiled micheviously at Xander and started to remove her dress. "No no no," Xander struggled to free himself from his bonds. "I will not have this! No! NO WILLOW! YOU ARE A LESBIAN!!" Willow snorted, trying to laugh sexily. "Maybe not. Maybe I'm straight after all. Bisexual, even." With that, Xander gave a shudder. Willow snorted again, then reached over, whilest still dancing oddly, and turned off the lights. Xander writhed like a worm desperately trying to free himself as his eyes adjusted to the dark and he made out Willow's still awkwardly dancing figure. She started to sing a Huey Lewis song, since that was all she could think of, and she spun around at the appropriate times. Just when Xander began to suspect this might count as rape, Willow spun in a circle and banged into the wall. All was silent. Xander strained to see, but all he could make out were Willow's feet, and she was definitely knocked out. He breathed a sigh of relief and continued to rock back and forth, attempting to escape from his bonds and see if Willow was alright… and to find Buffy again. Buffy. Her beautiful name rang through his head. He gave a great heave forward and suddenly the headboard snapped like a toothpick, and hit him on the head. Dazed, he struggled to get up. His hands were still attatched to the headboard and he dragged it along behind him as he checked to see if Willow was breathing, with his toe. "Oh, good, still breathing," He said outloud, then hopped enthusiastically to the door and opened it with his mouth. He surveyed the street. Suddenly, he saw Buffy, Giles, and Anya dash by. ANYA? The name was foreign to him somehow. Oh well. It was Buffy he wanted.
Buffy ran rapidly away from Giles and Anya, trying to decide what she should decide to do. She could deck them both, probably, but she didn't want to hurt them. She looked behind her quickly and made a short gasp when she spotted Xander, still in his favorite new jockeys, running frantically after them. Fantastic.
As Giles pursued Buffy, suddenly he felt a heavenly presence. As if in a classic romance film, he stopped short and turned slowly to gaze upon his new fantasy: a certain young man in certain neon jockeys. Suddenly Giles felt very, very gay.
The sudden stop caused Anya to stop short, which sent her sprawling onto the object of her affection, Giles, and to uphold herself she grabbed hold of his pants, thus pulling them down to reveal his red, long underwear. Giles, in a scramble to get away, fell down and escaped without his pants.. wishing he had been wearing neon jockeys.
Dawn hurried down the street to Spike's crypt, where she was sure Spike could help her and maybe explain why the entire Scooby Gang was missing. She chewed on her bottom lip as her shoes clacked against the pavement. Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder, and she whirled around. "Angel?" She gasped, "Why are you here?" Angel waved away the formalities. "I have something very urgent to tell Buffy- it's a prophecy. It's been delayed for far too long."