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Little drabble about Xander's thoughts on Giles in season two after 'The Dark Age'.
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Xander had never really thought about Giles's past before; why would he? He had no reason to think about the Englishman, checking up on your book obsessed high school librarian wasn't a normal activity for a 17 year old boy and Xander certainly didn't have any intention of doing so.
But he couldn't help but wonder what other secrets the older man may be keeping.
It had shocked them all to find out about Ethan and Eyghon and that Giles wasn't as innocent as the teenagers presumed; Xander thought Buffy had been hit hardest, she had been pretty disturbed when she found out that Giles's diapers hadn't been made of tweed after all.
Xander had thought it was weird the way things just went back to normal so quickly, (well, except for Jenny). He'd never been a particularly good judge of human nature and didn't understand at first why Giles didn't want to talk about it more. The reason soon became apparent though, even to Xander's stubborn mind; Giles had been living with this his whole life, just because they knew his secret it didn't change what he was now, what he had grown into.
But it got Xander thinking (weird as it may seem) about what else Giles was hiding. He had always viewed Giles as being two dimensional; that he liked books and tweed and being annoyingly intrusive when it came to the teenagers personal lives was all that Xander really knew about Giles, and all that he ever presumed he was.
But now that had all changed and Xander couldn't stop thinking what else there was. What other obscure and terrifying demons had the Watcher encountered? What else had he seen, lived through? What other horrors nestled beneath the surface of a certain Rupert Giles?
And whereas these thoughts may be perfectly normal after what had happened, Xander found himself drifting off on tangents, these safe thoughts being lost in something much more dark and sinister. In his long life, what, (and more importantly for Xander, who) had the Watcher touched, been intimate with, learnt everything there was to know, memorised every curve and traced every dimple with those soft English hands?
Xander thought of Jenny, (Miss Calendar, as Xander kept having to remind himself to call her) and felt a rush of jealously surge through his body. She knew what it felt like to have affection from him, to know him like nobody else did, if even for just a second. She knew what it was like, to taste the blood and the books, all mingled together in a sweet honey of danger and comfort.
Not that Xander thought about it that much, of course, hardly ever in fact, just something that found its way into his brain somehow and then wandered back out. It was completely normal for a teenage boy, he decided, to have weird fantasies.
Because Giles was just another boring, ordinary, English librarian with a slight tweed obsession and dusty old books full of ancient symbols and battles from times long ago.
Most of the time.
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Ok, so what do you think? Too weird? Oh, go on, review, you know you want to.
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