Title: Ted

Description: As before. What happens between Giles getting shot by Jenny and Buffy seeing them making out in the library. Please R & R!

Disclaimer: I don't own BTVS or any of the characters. No money is being made, this is for fun.

An hour later, the two were standing at the receptionist's desk. Jenny handed back the medical forms to the woman. Then she helped Giles limp to her car.

They sat in silence for several minutes as Giles struggled to get his shirt buttons done up again. Then Jenny burst into the biggest fit of giggles. Giles was in too much pain to bother to reach over and strangle her.

After him glowering at her for a bit, she recovered. "I'm sorry." She gasped out the words between short breaths. "It was just too hard not to laugh."

Giles looked at her like a wounded child. "You're a terrible person. I do hope you know that." Jenny laughed even harder. Giles frowned, watching his little remaining dignity fly out the window. Why was she laughing at him?

"You were,... it's just that... you were such a baby!" She let out. Giles seemed to pout in his seat, then tried to use a butterfly net to catch his pride out the window, which was strangely out of reach.

She turned the key in the ignition and started the car before putting it into reverse. She started to back out of the parking lot.

Bump

"Ouch!" he yelped as the went along.

"Oops! Speed bump."

"You're a terrible driver, too. I hope you know that also."

Another bump, this time bigger

"Oww! Woman, would you slow down?!" He looked over to Jenny, who had a mischievous smile on her face. "That was deliberate!"

Giles looked down to see her foot push the gas pedal down further. "No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no! No more!

"Of course that wasn't deliberate!" she tried to say innocently, which wasn't very convincing due to the evil grin & the increased acceleration of the vehicle.

"Ahhh! It's a runaway insect coffin!"

"It's a car, Giles, not a coffin," she said calmly. "And it's called a beetle, not an insect."

"It will be a coffin with the way you're driving, woman!" He ignored the fact that she had just corrected him.

Giles clutched at the seat, and continued to plead with her. "Jenny, please! If I say I didn't mean it, will you stop this madness?"

"Maaaayybee!"

Giles slumped down in his seat and closed his eyes. "I'm going to die. I'm going to die. Oh dear Lord, I'm going to die," He muttered to himself. This was followed by insane laughter. Giles crossed himself.

"Oh come on! You're such a stick in the mud, Rupert! You need to have more fun!"

"Like the time you took me to see the nitro-burning funny cars?"

"Exactly!"

He shook his head. "Well, then thank you, I've had quite enough fun to last me a life time."

"Oh, fine. I'll drive at a safe speed. At least my car works just fine. Look at yours, the darn thing's a death trap, Rupert. And you call mine a coffin. I don't think so."

"Yes, well, at least my vehicle isn't as difficult to drive as is Spike's car. The blackened-out windows can be a problem when driving near the police station."

"Since when have you driven Spike's car?" She looked at him with raised eyebrows. "And since when will you drive anything but your Brit-mobile – A.K.A., coffin on wheels, hmm?"

He glared at her.

"It's quite a long story. One that I'm rather not keen on telling to you at the moment. I'll have you know, it was not my choice. But I'm simply saying his 'vehicle of darkness' is a better acclaimed death trap than my perfectly fine automobile."

"Yeah, right. I'll believe that when I see it."

There was a moment of silence before she switched on the radio. Giles looked around all shifty-eyed before reaching for the dial.

"Hey!" Jenny caught him as he went to switch the station. "Don't – don't you dare! Hey don't touch that!" She smacked his hand, but not before he changed it.

"Oww! That hurt." He nursed his hand.

Jenny frowned at the readio. "What did you change it to, anyway?" She asked as she caught the end of a song. Sounded like classic rock to her, but this was Rupert Giles. Who knew?

"Bay City Rollers." He stated with a silly grin.

"Oh, no! I'm not listening to music older than I am." She moved to change it again. Giles reached to stop her. "Leave it. It's not that old. And it's good music."

The two of them fought over the dial like little kids squabbling for a piece of candy. Then, they hit a bump. The dial, which had been in Jenny's hand when they hit the very bump, popped clear off.

She held it in shock in her hand, staring at the station it had landed on.

The Polka Station.

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Jenny braked immediately, clamping her hands over her ears. Giles was tossed forwards into the dashboard. He then flopped back into his seat, even more in pain than before.

Jenny tried to turn the little rod which had fastened the dial in place, but it wouldn't budge. "Noooo," she wailed in a low tone.

"You really are crazy! Just turn the bloody thing off!" he yelled over her sobbing.

She stopped sobbing. "Oh." She turned slightly pink. "Right. I knew that," She assured him.

"Sure you did," Giles did a very good imitation of Buffy as he rolled his eyes.

"Oh shut up, England."

"I'm sorry, but my name is Giles, though you may call me Rupert."

Jenny merely smiled. "What about snobby? Unless you prefer me call you England to that."

He pouted.

"England will do."

"Thank you." She grinned triumphantly.

Finally she pulled up in front of his place.

"Well. Here we are! Home sweet home! Well,... yours anyway." Only his British dignity kept him from bolting out the door & to the house, where multiple bolts would lock the windows and doors to keep the insane person next to him from his person.

"Thank you, umm... for taking me to the hospital. Erm..." He looked from the door handle to the front steps of his residence. He tried to calculate the distance between Point A and Point B...

"Any time! A nose in need deserves Puffs indeed!

He blinked and stared at her.

"It means if you need help, I'll be there! Like Puffs tissues!"

Blink.

"Tell me you've seen the commercial, England."

Blink blink. He scooted closer to the car door and then threw it open. Next thing she knew he was hobbling up the walk as fast as he could. He was followed by peals of insane, crazy laughter.

TBC.

A/N: I have no idea what the Bay City Rollers are considered under, classic rock or what. So I was just making my best guess of judgement.

As I said, a very crappy fic. It's very OOC, and very silly. Meant for amusement of myself and others.