Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Buffy, Joss Whedon does (lucky devil). Anyway, I'm just "borrowing" them for a bit. The plot and disclaimer are MINE, MINE, MINE! lol. As it has been called to my attention several times, I seem to skip in between seasons and move things around. If that really bothers you, I'm sorry, it's my fic and I like the way it is. I hope you like this fic as much as I do (which is quite a bit). Anyway, reviews are always welcome ttyl :)
~Sprite~

Never Fall in Love With Your History Teacher; Especially If He's a Vamp

Again dedicated to my loving Cousine. I'm glad you'e still into Buffy, itÕs a cool thing to be into :) I love you and enjoy this story. (Again more laughs for patheticness lol :)
Mr. Roderbaker, the world history teacher for Sunnydale High, lay awake in a large hospital bed in the emergency room of the Sunnydale Hospital. After being attacked by what he could only describe as a gang member on PCP, he decided he'd had enough. After not taking any sick days in 15 years, he had asked for a vacation. Three weeks paid vacation as a matter of fact. He had already called Principal Snyder and told him his plans. He couldn't say that the principal was happy, in fact, Snyder was down right pissed. The principal kept asking where he was going to get another world history teacher for a bunch of high school kids for three weeks. Mr. Roderbaker told him to shove it up his... and that it wasn't his problem, before hanging up the phone curtly. As the peacefulness of the hospital room set in, Mr. Roderbaker pulled out his new travel brochures and started to peruse them.

~The Same Day at the library at Sunnydale High~

"I don't care how you do it, just do it!" Principal Snyder shouted at poor Rupert Giles.

"Well, uh, Sir, it'll be a bit hard to find a history teacher on such short notice. Especially for a bunch of high school kids. Perhaps you could teach them a bit and meanwhile I could be looking for some one qualified enough to teach?" Rupert Giles, the librarian, suggested meekly to the already red Principal Snyder.

"Me teach them?! Me teach them?! Giles that is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard! I don't care if you have to teach the dumb snots, just get some one! And they had better be here tomorrow bright and early!" Snyder screeched at the liberian.

"But Sir,"

"No buts Giles, or your paycheck will hear about it. Got it?!" Snyder yelled as he exited the library as fast as he had come, leaving a puzzled Giles standing there thinking about his new predicament.

~Mr. Roderbaker's world history class, same day~

"Hey guys, guess what?" Xander Harris whispered to his two best friends. Without waiting for them to answer, he continued."I heard Roderbaker's ditched us. Got so sick of teaching he just up and left!"

Buffy Summers, his best friend looked at him incredulously.

"Right, Xand. And I suppose the mummies from outer space are back again right?" Willow, Buffy and Xander's other best friend laughed quietly.

"It's true Xander," Willow stated, "Roderbaker hasn't taken a day off in 15 years."

"I swear it's true guys. You don't have to believe me, but Cordy told me..." It was at that moment that he was cut off by the door opening sharply, as a sneaky looking figure entered the room.

"Class," he said snidely "you know I don't think you deserve this, but I'm at my wits end, and I want to go home. As many of you know, Mr. Roderbaker, that prick," he whispered under his breath, "has taken a three week vacation and won't be back for a while, maybe even never at all. So, I have decided since I don't want to spend fifty minutes with you filth rags, you may all have a study hall this period. Now that means no talking, no notes, and definitely no leaving campus early. You will all wait until the bell rings to depart. Is that clear?" he asked a group of Goths sitting in the corner with their head phones on over their ears, as much as to the rest of the class. Principal Snyder didn't wait for a reply before heading out the door.

"Told ya," was all Xander Harris had to say to his friends, who still sat gaping at the door with their mouths hanging open. All the students in the class had already packed up their bags and were heading for the door.

"Wow, I guess even on the Hellmouth good things happen sometimes." Buffy said to herself, grabbing her bag and running to catch up to her friends.

~2 Hours later in the library~

"Yes, well thank you anyway Steven. No, it's quite all right I understand. Changing your mother back from a Pomeranian should take a higher priority. Yes, now goodbye. Well, this has been just a great day," Giles said to himself quietly after he hung up the phone.

"Yes, it has G -Man. Roderbaker's gone and we have three weeks of study halls and no history!" Xander Harris shouted as he waltzed into the library doing a strange dance he seemed to be making up as he went along.

"Xander, how many times have I asked you not to call me G -Man?" Giles said quietly while rubbing his tired eyes.

"Too many to count," Xander said smartly.

"So, Giles, what's up?" Buffy asked the older man.

"What's up Buffy, is that I have to find a replacement for your history teacher, or I loose my job." Giles said in an exasperated tone.

"Relax Giles," Willow said in her soft voice, pushing her shoulder length red hair out of the way. "I'm sure it's not as bad as you're making it out to be."

"I would say that, except I've called all the people on the Watcher's Council that I know plus any one else. I even went as low as to ask that dreadful Calendar woman if she would do it. No one will do it. My day has turned into a living nightmare."

"Okay, maybe it could be as bad as you thought," the red head said slightly.

"G-Man, I know, why don't you just do it. You're old, you're history, you'd be perfect." Xander said grinning.

"I would teach Xander, except I have to keep constantly researching new threats in Sunnydale. I can't afford to have any one come snooping around the library when I'm not here. Buffy, would you mind terribly if I canceled training for tonight to look for a replacement?"

"Oh, Giles, I'd be devastated," the petite blond said sarcastically. "I think I'll still know how to handle a few vamps, if I miss one day of training."

"Thank you Buffy. Don't worry I'll make it up to you. One of these days we'll go double and work all day."

"Giles, you're not serious!" Buffy gasped.

"Of course not. Now have fun patrolling and going to the Bronze. Don't stay up too late." The older Englishman told her affectionately. After all these years, he had become more than just her watcher, he had become a father to her.

Giles went through a few more phone books until he came across a familiar name. It was his last hope even though with all his heart he didn't want to call. Unfortunately, he was down to his wits end. He slowly dialed the number and listened to the chiming of the death tolls.

Dun, dun, dun... lol TBC If people want more. I have this story almost completely finished, so I hope that's incentive to review lol. I hope you like it ttyl :)
~Sprite~