Title: The English Patience: Wednesday
Author: Am-Chau Yarkona
E-mail: grant@hagden169.fsnet.co.uk
Summary: Having made up with Spike, Giles has nonetheless decided he must take Willow to England. They spend a week there.
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Pairing: Giles/Spike (tending Rupert/William)
Spoilers: End of season 6.
Timing: Early season 7. Post 'Songfic interludes' and pre 'First Cuddles'.
Warnings: Mild slashyness, romance.
Author Notes: Part of my 'Demon!Cuddleverse' series. Section 3, to be exact.
Story Notes: This is a collection of e-mails, telephone calls and diary entries. Hope the labelling clear enough.
Disclaimer: Not mine, just playing, not even chocolate money, Joss is God, etc.

From: Spike [williamtb@att.net]
To: Willow Rosenburg [wrosenburg@aol.com]

Willow,
Thanks for making him phone me. You can tell him I and Buffy killed a big demon last night- it was very stupid (it'd been trying to eat children from the playground, and kept running into the apperatus while it chased them, so it had concussion too), but you needn't say that. What did you do today? Nothing that upset him further, I hope.
Spike.

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From: Willow Rosenburg [wrosenburg@aol.com] To: Spike [williamtb@att.net]

Spike,
We visted some of his friends in Bath today. Pagans- Charlene, her husband and a sweet little boy called Rowan. Charlene's powerful in her own way, I think- she makes people open up to them- and she had a long converstaion with Giles just out of earshot of the rest of us. It seems to have made him feel a bit better.
He knew about the demon anyway, because Buffy phoned earlier, but I say: well done, Spike. I expect he'll phone you later.
Willow.

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Giles' diary

9:00pm I haven't phoned William, because I'm not sure I could bear it. To hear that sweet voice, unknowing of my failure- I haven't told him, I can't tell him. Not because he mustn't find out- I want him to know- but simply because I can't bring myself to actually voice it.
When Buffy phoned I kept my replies mostly monosyllabic. It wasn't hard- she wanted to tell me all about how she and Spike killed a big, stupid demon, and laugh at the silly creature. Perhaps tomorrow will bring better luck.

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William's Journal

He hasn't phoned. I don't want to ring him, when he told me not to, so I've sent another e-mail to Willow. She won't pick it up until tomorrow, but it's all I can do. I wish I weren't quite so alone.