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!
NOTE: If you read my story there's one part where I mention an "Oyster card" and fail to explain it. So I decided to explain it up here in an author's note. The Oyster card is London's travel card, used on the Underground as well as on the famous double-decker buses. I miss London. sigh Okay enough of that, on to the story!
You Only Live Thrice
Chapter 2
by Zzilly14
Rupert Giles was shocked. Although Buffy was an adult and made her own choices, he thought this was pretty damn stupid of her. Pregnant? And with the Immortal's child? He would've rather it be Spike Jr. than the spawn of the Immortal.
"Are you going through with it? Is that why he's angry?"
"Giles, it's kind of hard to explain... but I'll try," she added when she saw he was about to open his mouth. "I want this baby. Yeah, it's probably not the smartest thing to do... but it's my child. I can feel this little life growing inside of me. I can't just destroy that."
"Of course."
"When I told him... he yelled at me. Said I was a whore and never wanted to see me again. So I left."
"Why do you think he's trying to kill you?"
"He likes for things to go his way. I think when he realized I was gone, he got even angrier. His henchmen have been tracking me every night. Good thing they're pathetic vampires..." She sighed. "If I hadn't gotten pregnant, none of this would've happened."
Giles embraced his Slayer and began to stroke her hair. "You'll get through this, Buffy. You're strong."
"And I've got you to protect me," she said softly.
"Giles, there's someone on the phone who claims to be James Bond," Andrew Wells said as the new head of the Watcher's Council entered his office (also known as the backroom to the Muswell Hill Bookshop) the next day. "Which is ridiculous because he's a fictional character. And anyway, he doesn't sound like Timothy Dalton."
"Thank you, Andrew. Please close the door on your way out. And don't try to eavesdrop."
"I won't. I'll just be playing solitaire on the computer. Or maybe Free Cell. That's fun too..."
"Actually, Andrew... take the rest of the day off. Go downtown and... do whatever it is you people of the younger generations do nowadays."
"Can I use your Oyster card?"
"Yes, now please go," Giles groaned as he shooed his assistant out of the room.
"James?" Giles said, picking up the phone after he made sure the door was closed.
"Rupert, I know you're busy with starting up the Watcher's Council again, but I need your help."
"Don't tell me... you're having a vampire problem again?"
"I wish! No, I'm working on this case in Rome. Someone's taken over the Colosseum."
"Excuse me?"
"It's odd, I know. But a group of people – although I doubt they're people – are guarding it. None of the police can get through... there's some sort of forcefield to keep everyone out."
"Or everyone in," Giles thought aloud.
"Perhaps... Anyway, we have an idea who's behind it. But we need your expertise to help us figure out how to take this gentleman down."
"I find it ironic you label him a gentleman."
"Well, he is a gentleman in Rome's eyes. They adore him over there. He's definitely a ladies' man."
"You're one to talk, James," Giles chuckled.
"Rupert, what do you know about Angelo De Luca?"
"I don't believe I've heard of him."
"Come on, he must be in your demon books or something. I know he's not human."
"I'll have to do some research, then. I have a Slayer who was living in Rome recently, she probably can fill me in."
"Who wants to know?"
Giles and Buffy were eating lunch at the Pizza Express in Muswell Hill, awaiting their appetizer of Baked Dough Balls.
"A friend of mine who works for MI6."
"Did you tell him about me?"
"Just mentioned there was a Slayer in Rome who could provide some information."
"Do you trust him?"
"Yes, yes I do. Buffy, what are you worried about?"
Buffy lowered her voice to a whisper. "Angelo De Luca. He's the Immortal."