Title: Ted

Description: Set between Giles getting shot and Jenny & Him making out in the library.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of them, no infringements meant.

Jenny sat with Giles in the hospital lobby, waiting for his turn to go in to see the Doctor. He looked like he was about to start pouting.

"You think an individual with an arrow wound would be treated fairly quickly." He grumbled. "I'm going to bleed to death," he added in an undertone.

She sighed. "You're such a baby, Rupert."

He glared at her. "And who happens to have the arrow wound inflicted by one I use to think was an ally."

She looked slightly embarrassed as she sent him an exasperated glance. "I told you! That was an accident!"

"I'm sure," he grumbled under his breath again, looking around the foreboding waiting room. "This morgue is far too cheerful. And white. Too much white. Why are they always white? I think off-white is nicer than white. With some sunshiny-yellow and flowers every so often. But no. It's white. White, white, white, white, white."

Jenny sighed and covered her eyes with a hand. Just then, the nurse walked into the waiting area. Seeing Jenny with Giles, she must have assumed they were married.

"Umm, - Mrs. Giles?" She looked uncertain. Jenny blinked.

"Oh! No, we're not married. We're just colleagues." She blushed bright red.

The nurse looked flustered. "Oh, I'm so sorry. The Doctor will see you now, Mr. Giles."

Jenny helped him limp through the doors into a room. As they passed the nurse, Giles muttered "about time" to no one in particular.

The Doctor was waiting in the office for them. She smiled at the two of them, then looked at Jenny in particular. "Are you the wife?"

Jenny shook her head. "Mm, no. We work together."

The doctor gave her a doubtful look. "Okay, Mr. Giles. Do you want to take a seat on the table, and tell me what happened." She motioned to the steel examination table.

Giles reluctantly hoisted himself up onto the cold metal surface. "I, umm..." he tried to think of a good enough lie. "I had an accident with a bolt." Well, it was mostly true. He thought.

"Mm-hmm. Well, I need you to take off the coat and shirt, so I can take a look at your injury. Then we can treat it."

Giles blanched. "Must I really?" He looked from the female doctor to Jenny. Of course she just stared at the wall, trying not to laugh.

"Yes, please."

Jenny could have sworn she saw his lip quiver. She covered her mouth with a fist, struggling to hold back the giggle.

Giles, with his now very wounded pride, tried to pull of his jacket. Tweed – the 'better than Kevlar' restraint jacket. It took a few minutes, but he managed. Then he unbuttoned the now blood-soaked shirt and removed it, with his waistcoat and tie. Jenny, all the while, turned and look away. Just to give him a sliver of pride and dignity. That way she could shatter it later.

Giles, at the moment felt rather naked, figuratively speaking. The pain in his back prevented any action from being taken to attempt to hide himself.

Jenny let out a smothered giggle. Giles glared at her. "Oh, do shut up. This is all your fault." He grumbled in an even more whiney tone.

She looked up with an innocent smile on her face.

The doctor moved around behind Giles and he physically shivered. Jenny snorted. His expression was priceless, if not pathetic all the same.

"Okay, tell me where you feel any pain. I need to find out how deep that bolt went." She gave him a split second warning before she started poking his wound mercilessly.

He let out a yelp and began to squirm, despite the pain, to try and avoid her touch. "Ow. Woman, would you stop? Of course that hurts!" He clutched his hand to his back, nursing the injury.

"All right, fine. We'll just get you bandaged up. Then I suppose you can go. Miss, I'll need you to sign some forms. It's just hospital policy." She opened a cabinet and removed several rolls of bandages. Moving over to Giles, she prodded him again to stand. He obediently jumped up.

Jenny headed for the door to leave and give him a little privacy. Giles reached out and grabbed hold of her coat, stopping her. She turned to look at him.

"Please, don't leave me," he practically whimpered. She shrugged and sat down in the chair in the corner.

The doctor proceeded to wrap the bandages around his stomach. The task was complete, finally, after many "ow"s from Giles and a few giggles from Jenny.

TBC.

Yes, Giles is being a baby. Like I said, it's very OOC, just silly. R & R if you like. More to come.