The Body- Figments

By Rosie and Amelia

Disclaimer: People if you think these Characters belong to me I suggest you go check and see what's in your water. These characters belong to people way over is America you know Joss and what such, go hassle them….

Hello my lovely reader… This is the second last chapter, and I'm a bit upset, I think more Fanfictions are in order yes? Anyhow as always Amelia is my very crazy Anya Obsessed goddess and Cress my dearest little spike drooler. Everyone give her a round of applause she wrote half of this chapter well more the half actually so give her some spike pictures (preferably glossy) and some nice reviews. She very shy..

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Giles

"Uh, Buffy, why don't you let me handle those as much as I can."

I need to do this,

I have to do this. To distract myself from the fact that another person I love has died.

Another body to bury

I have buried so many people.

My mother

My sister

Jenny

And now Joyce.

And I think I will miss Joyce the most.

Miss the way she was the other adult, never childish, never needed my care. Had rejected my care... never my responsibility…

Sometimes I don't want to be the responsible one.

But that's  my job, isn't it? To be the responsible one, be the to watch and advise and ensure that everything ran smoothly But sometimes I don't always want to be the one who looked after everyone.

Sometimes I don't want to be the adult.

But that's not going to happen. Not know..

But sometimes being the responsible one and being the adult at least gave me something to hide behind, and I was thankful for that.
Because however sorry I felt for Buffy and Dawn, at least their mourning was simple. I knew how strange it would look if I threw myself on the ground and cried as Dawn had, and as Buffy surely must in the time to come.
I have a smokescreen of good old reliable Giles, stiff-upper-lip Giles, staunch, stoic Giles

I will mourn in my own time.

Probably with a stiff drink... or two, Preferably whiskey.

It takes the edge off things, for a little while at least.
Makes the long nights shorter...or at least fuzzy. It was something that I've done more and more since Jenny.

Jenny… god..

I still dream of her, her eyes, her hands, her voice…

When I'd come over to the America, to Sunnydale, I hadn't expected to get involved with the Slayer's other life, with her friends or with her family.

I never expected to get a life outsider of being a watcher… but I did.

I had lost myself for so long, lost myself with in exterior image of a perfect watcher that when Buffy come bouncing into my life I didn't know how to deal with her.

But she and Willow, Xander, Dawn even Anya and Tara have wiggled themselves into my heart.

Joyce too holds a place in my heart thought I doubt she ever knew, or will ever know.

That time on the Police car. Though it was mind blowing never really meant something to me. Sex is good fun, and a vital thing in this world, but it isn't something I take seriously.

Not like my duties to Buffy and Dawn. Now, more than ever, they are what matters.

If I was their father, and Joyce was there mother… well now they live in a single parent family. One I swore I'd never inflict on any child of mine. Probably why I refrained from having children.