I want a proper geek to be in this so I can put some more StarTrek related stuff in … can I replace riley with a sci-fi geek or would somebody axe-murder me? Just interested. How many of you actually read these author's notes anyway? I don't often bother, so I really don't know why I type them. Oh yeah – it's normally one or two in the morning when I'm far too awake to be normal. Maybe I should be the next slayer – I keep the hours anyway … on with the story! Not that it's going very fast anywhere.
"Giles? Hello?" Buffy finally got bored of waiting for him to answer the door, and let herself in – if he wasn't in, he was either missing or unconscious. That's where he always was when not in the library or home, and the library was no longer there, so therefore, either he was home, missing or unconscious, possibly two of the above – it had been know to happen.
When she barged into the living area, her fears were proved correct, as Giles lay on the sofa with an empty glass of something, wearing clothes from yesterday and a spill on the floor. Something told Buffy (mostly the loud snores coming from the man she would never have pegged to end up like this at ten on a week day morning) that Giles had had a leeettle too much to drink last night, and fallen unconscious way before he had time to finish whatever it was that he had been drinking.
At least he wasn't unconscious because of slaying this time – he had almost become as predictable as StarTrek, how Xander had said you can tell how long someone had to live just by what colour uniform they had on, how many lines they had and where they were at that moment in time (something about red-shirts and away missions with dark shadow monsters, she wasn't really listening). She always forgot just how geeky her friend was until he came out with that kind of stuff.
She sighed and started to clear up – she may not have had the terrible home life faith had had ('don't think about faith, don't think about it'), but her father had been drunk enough times when her mum just couldn't deal with him, and she had learnt very quickly what to do after a night drinking. Lots of fluid, painkillers and no loud noise. Well, that's all she used to do for Hank at any rate. It couldn't hurt Giles, and she had nothing else to do! By the time she had finished, and the room was looking clean again (yes, she did know how to do housework, she wasn't just a dumb blonde), her ex-watcher was beginning to stir.
"Buffy? What are you – what am I – what's going on?"
"I'm gonna guess that you passed out last night before you made it to bed, and when I came in this morning, I started to clean up."
"Thank you, Buffy."
"S'all good. Now, drink this, take this, have a shower, shave and all that, and then come back downstairs when you aren't quite as hung over – I need you."
"Well, if there's a new demon in town, I should get right on it, and not wai –"
"Giles. Chill, breathe. Nothing terrible is going one, I just need a little bit of help."
I am so sorry this was so late! I have had so much schoolwork, and then lost Internet and then got loads more work, and it's all just a big mess. I now have a kind of routine so I can probably write a bit of a chapter every day, and I hope to get another one up soon. Also sorry that this is so short. I just really wanted to get Giles good and drunk, and now need a good reason for it. Any suggestions?