Title: Ted
Description: Just an insane, sick, crazy thought that came through my head. What happens between Jenny & Giles in 'Ted' Hehehe...
Disclaimer: I don't own BTVS, but I have partial rights to the plot portion. The other half belongs to Flipper. It was our RPG that I based this on . And the Baby's First Watcher's Guide to Demons belongs to me and my friend Katie. We were really, really hyper. So you might not want to ask.
Jenny was utterly shocked when Giles showed up at school the next day. She thought he might have stayed at home that day. To heal. But nope. He was there. A little sore-looking, but there, all the same. Maybe she should have went by to threaten him to get him to rest up. Probably wouldn't have worked anyway. Oh well.
She pushed open the swinging doors and walked into the Library.
Silence.
Hmm..., she thought. She walked further towards Giles' office. He was sitting at the desk, hunched over some large volumes.
"Rupert, that's horrible on your wound."
He glanced up.
"Hello, Jenny."
She cocked her head to the side.
"What are you doing here?"
He gave a slight smile, returning to look at whatever it was he was doing, which happened to be looking up something under "Demons" which ever so kindly had a piece of paper taped to the cover. It read, 'A Baby Watcher's First Guide to Demons'. He gave a wry smile – Xander's work, no doubt.
"Unless you have forgotten, I do believe I work here."
Jenny sat down on the edge of his desk, pulling the book away from him. She shut it and stared at the cover for a second. Then she moved it onto a shelf, out of his reach.
"I know that. But you shouldn't be here. You should be at home, resting. I shot you with an arrow, Rupert. You probably need more time to heal."
He sighed.
"I know that, but I do have to make a living, you know. But just so you know, it was a bolt, not an arrow. And I'm feeling much better. Really."
It was her turn to sigh.
"Sure you are, Rupert, sure you are," she said, patting him on the back. He let out a sound that resembled something like a squirrel either being caught in the headlights of the car,... or being run over by it. In other words, a strange squeak.
A sly grin of disbelief crossed her face.
"Sure you are, Rupert, sure you are."
He grumbled under his breath, pouting as he glared at her.
"That was unnecessary," he stated bluntly.
"It was unnecessary, yes. But it was worth the squeak."
"Squeak, squeak," he mumbled.
She grinned.
"That's the spirit! Now that we've established your commendable squeakiness, I believe I should take you home, to rest."
He paled slightly.
"That doesn't mean I have to ride in your vehicle again, right?"
She pouted.
"I fixed the radio! It doesn't play the 24-hour Polka station anymore!"
"That's not what I meant."
"I won't drive at unnerving velocities over speed bumps! I'll even get you some tea over at the bookstore on the way!"
He perked up.
"Really?"
She nodded. "Mm-hmm."
Jenny slid off his desk and headed for the exit. Giles got up and walked gingerly after her. Before she reached the doors, he pulled her back by the arm. She spun around to face him.
Giles bent his head down to whisper in her ear. "I missed you, Jenny."
A smile spread over her face. Then he moved and pulled her into his arms, kissing her.
A smirk was next after they pulled apart.
"That was nice."
"It was intended."
Finis
So there it is. My silly version of what happened. I couldn't help myself.