Joss Whedon and Ian Fleming are the geniuses behind these characters. I'm just borrowing them for a little while, so please don't sue me!

You Only Live Thrice
Chapter 1

by Zzilly14

"A martini... shaken, not stirred," said the ravishing British gentleman as he winked at the female bartender.

"It's always the same with you, James," another British man said as he turned around to face his listener.

"What can I say?" the man called James grinned. "They're better shaken."

The other man shook his head before taking James' hand. "Good to see you, old friend."

"You know, Rupert... I wish we could meet under better circumstances."

Rupert nodded, before taking off his glasses and cleaning them with his handkerchief.

"Do you have any more information concerning the case in Italy?"

He was silent.

"Damn... Rupert, you know how important this is... not only for England's sake but for the world's. Tell me what else you know."

"Look, James... I love her as if she was my own daughter..."

"But she's a threat, Rupert. As long as she's involved with the Immortal, she's a threat."

"I've betrayed her before," the former librarian said, his mind wandering off to a faded memory of his Slayer's upset face. "I am not doing it again."

"I cannot believe you..."

"Then don't," he snapped. "I'm sorry I can't help you, James. And while I don't understand some of the choices she's made, I trust her. There's more to her than meets the eye."

"I've already read her file," he replied shortly.

"Then we have nothing more to discuss. Good night, Mr. Bond."

"Giles?" said a small voice on the other end of the line.

"Buffy! Good to hear from you! How is Rome?"

"Hot. A couple of days ago, anyway."

"And now?"

"I don't know. I'm not in Rome."

"Then where are you?"

"We have to talk, Giles. Meet me at the Gandhi statue in Tavistock Square in an hour."

"Buffy?"

Click.

Giles arrived at the square a few minutes before he was to meet Buffy. It was a cloudy day, yet fairly mild for an October day in London. He walked up to the little memorial in the center of the square and sat down on its steps.

"Long time no see," a long-haired blonde said as she stood in front of Giles.

The former Watcher looked up and smiled, standing up to give her a hug.

"I've missed you, Giles," she said.

"Same here, Buffy," he replied as they began walking towards an empty bench. "Now, what's wrong?"

"I'm in trouble, Giles."

"The Immortal?"

She nodded as they sat down. "But it's not what you think," she quickly added.

"Care to explain?"

"He's mad at me."

"Oh?" Giles said. "So you came to me for fatherly advice?" he grinned.

"No, I came to you because he wants me dead."

Giles' grin quickly disappeared. "The Immortal wants you dead? Whatever for?"

Buffy's eyes looked towards the ground. She breathed a heavy sigh before replying. "I'm pregnant."