Title: Flicker Spoilers: through "The Gift" Summary: A series of poems from Dawn's POV when Giles is sent to a mental ward Disclaimer: If you haven't learned by now, you just weren't paying attention A/N: Alright. This story is rapidly becoming Buffy/Giles. If that makes you uncomfortable, please don't flame me about my choice, just choose not to read it. Thank you all.

we walked through the threshold to the house

I was catching Giles up on the silly trivial things in our life

and he was laughing

not psychotic mind you but smiling and chuckling in his chest in that way that gives you a warm happy feeling right down to your toes

he looked into the living room and wavered

I followed his gaze and found Buffy

"Hey, Giles Surprise."

Xander's meek hollow voice cut through the silence

Giles was looking down pretending like he didn't see her afraid that he was seeing things again

and then I said

"it's really you"

and Giles his head snapped up

and he slowly ever so slowly walked towards my sister

she had a look like a crazy animal

and took a step back

but Giles he just kept coming until he was an arms reach away

and he reached

and cupped her cheek and she flung herself at him

and they were on the floor hugging and crying

even though his tears were of joy and hers of utter sadness