Title: There
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters: Giles, Buffy
Word Count: 325
Rating: PG
Summary: Buffy has a close one and Giles is there.
Author's Notes: None.
She'd been completely covered in blood and gore and had headed straight for the bathroom in Giles' apartment the moment she'd dropped the sticky wreck of her jacket to the floor. He tsked loudly and disposed of it in the trash making a mental note to take it out in the morning.
The steam from Buffy's shower mingled with Giles' sweat as he stood outside the door. He could hear her absently humming.
"Giles, are you out there? Could you bring me a towel?"
She sounded fine. Perky, even, but it had been a close call earlier. Close enough that he felt this overwhelming need to hover.
"Giles?"
"Uh, certainly. Just a moment," he stuttered slightly then headed for his linen closet. The fluffy peach-colored one she seemed to favor was sitting folded and ready on his top shelf.
He hesitated outside the bathroom for what must have been an ungoldly long moment then tentatively knocked.
No answer.
He knocked a little louder.
Still no answer only the sound of the shower.
"Buffy?"
Now concerned he reached for the door handle swallowing his sense of decorum and opened the door.
A wash of steam greeted him and fogged up his glasses. Pulling them off he could only just make out the blurred outline of Buffy behind the curtain.
"Buffy?"
Then he heard it; a little gasp of air as Buffy fought for composure.
She was crying.
"Buffy..." Giles' hand reached for the curtain and froze. It was best not to startle a super-strong emotionally distressed young woman in the shower.
"Giles..." Buffy was leaning against the shower wall, her shoulders shaking from her tears. Banishing his discomfort from his mind, Giles stepped into the shower and reached for the tap. He needed to pull Buffy out and get her into some dry clothes. Buffy had other ideas though, turning to bury her face in his chest. As the water quickly soaked him Buffy's sobs slowly ceased.
Like a waterfall the shower ran warm over them as Giles held Buffy close against his chest.
END
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters: Giles, Buffy
Word Count: 325
Rating: PG
Summary: Buffy has a close one and Giles is there.
Author's Notes: None.
She'd been completely covered in blood and gore and had headed straight for the bathroom in Giles' apartment the moment she'd dropped the sticky wreck of her jacket to the floor. He tsked loudly and disposed of it in the trash making a mental note to take it out in the morning.
The steam from Buffy's shower mingled with Giles' sweat as he stood outside the door. He could hear her absently humming.
"Giles, are you out there? Could you bring me a towel?"
She sounded fine. Perky, even, but it had been a close call earlier. Close enough that he felt this overwhelming need to hover.
"Giles?"
"Uh, certainly. Just a moment," he stuttered slightly then headed for his linen closet. The fluffy peach-colored one she seemed to favor was sitting folded and ready on his top shelf.
He hesitated outside the bathroom for what must have been an ungoldly long moment then tentatively knocked.
No answer.
He knocked a little louder.
Still no answer only the sound of the shower.
"Buffy?"
Now concerned he reached for the door handle swallowing his sense of decorum and opened the door.
A wash of steam greeted him and fogged up his glasses. Pulling them off he could only just make out the blurred outline of Buffy behind the curtain.
"Buffy?"
Then he heard it; a little gasp of air as Buffy fought for composure.
She was crying.
"Buffy..." Giles' hand reached for the curtain and froze. It was best not to startle a super-strong emotionally distressed young woman in the shower.
"Giles..." Buffy was leaning against the shower wall, her shoulders shaking from her tears. Banishing his discomfort from his mind, Giles stepped into the shower and reached for the tap. He needed to pull Buffy out and get her into some dry clothes. Buffy had other ideas though, turning to bury her face in his chest. As the water quickly soaked him Buffy's sobs slowly ceased.
Like a waterfall the shower ran warm over them as Giles held Buffy close against his chest.
END
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