Title: Papa Can You Hear Me?

Rating: PG-13

Author: Euley

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, except Jonothan,

Auhor Note: Ok as odd as this sounds, I got this idea from watching "Care Bears" don't worry this story has nothing to do with the "Care Bears" I just wanted to prove you can get story ideas at the weirdest times.

Summary: When Joyce Summers is accidentally brought back from the dead she is forced to find comfort in an old friend, Rupert Giles. Yet old friends, old enemies, old loves, and an even older relative come back into Gile's life, forcing Buffy to make a choice that will forever affect the world.


"Papa?" asked little Rupert. The old man that lied in the bed looked at his son's young face.

"Rupert." he whispered gently taking his giant hand and placing it on his tiny little tear stained cheek. His voice was whispery, and his throat sounded soar.

"Papa, are you going to be ok?"

"Rupert, I want you to listen to me ok?" he whispered.

"Yes sir." sniffled little Rupert.

"I need you to-" yet he coughed harshly. "I need you to be careful." then he coughed once more. "The goblins, beware the goblins."

"Goblins? Papa? Papa your talking silly." he chuckled. "Silly Papa, saying when your sick and you probably won't get better." said little Rupert, when it was obvious the little boy was terrified.

"Rupert." the old man, sighed his eyes opened so large they looked as if they'll pop out of his head. Little Rupert turned around and saw a giant green goblin staring at him big bright round yellow eyes. Rupert closes his eyes wincing preparing for the pain, yet when he opened his eyes, there was no goblin.

Quickly turning back to his father Little Rupert, which is what was called at that age saw his father no longer held his right hand tightly. In fact he was quite cold.

"Papa?" whispered Little Rupert. Yet he got no answer. He could feel the tears swell up in his eyes. "Papa? Papa wake up! Wake-up Papa? Papa? Papa can you hear me?" he asked as he sobbed. "Papa?" suddenly 4 long green skinny fingers could be seen on little Rupert's shoulder. He turned around, and saw the big goblin his mouth opened so very wide, sharp hundreds of teeth, ready to gobble up the little boy-

Rupert Giles awoke from his nightmare in his little cottage along the shores of the United Kingdom.


Starting the soothing small ritual of making tea, Gile's let his mind wander. He has had the same nightmare ever since he had heard about what had happened in LA. No survivors, none accept Angel whom was with Buffy now in extensive care. Why that dreams? True his father had died when he was the small age of 7, and true his father had told him to beware the goblin, and true it was his uncle who had put his arm on his shoulder, not a Goblin. What was going on with him?

Suddenly Giles heard a loud thud outside the kitchen. Quickly he grabbed a kitchen knife ready to use it at a moments notice yet once he entered the living room of his small cottage he stopped. There stood Joyce Summers, looking beaten, battered, shivering, and looked crazy.


Wesley quickly watcher from the window's of the cottage his eyes narrowed as he walked though the bush on the outside of the cottage. His incorporeal body not even a wind in the air as he faded into nothingness.


Jonathan Giles awoke as he looked in the mirror of his bathroom not being able to sleep. He looked in the mirror and the green goblin was what was staring back at him. He frowned, guessing it was time he visited that Nephew of his. So the in reality 70 year old man, who looked no more then 50 walked out of his bathroom and started packing his bags.


"Come now little Rupert, he's gone," said Uncle Joe.

"No! He's not gone! Papa! Papa!" screamed Little Rupert, and Uncle Joe merely picked him up as Little Rupert merely squiggled in his arms violently. "PAPA? PAPA?" he cried, tears streaming down his face. "PAPA CAN YOU HEAR ME?"