Rating: T (PG-13)
Disclaimer: Joss ownz.
Warnings: Run on sentences, fragments, and lots and lots of Giles worship ahead.
Summary: So we all know that Ripper became Giles to “atone” for his crimes, but what if he didn’t? Buffy’s first meeting with her new Watcher. Yet another reworking of the “Ripper as Watcher” plot cliché.
A/N: This AU drabble is for Catherine, who helped me find that darn fic I was looking for earlier, Rari, the author of the aforementioned fic (although she has no idea who I am), and all other B/G writers who’ve experimented with this idea before. I just couldn’t resist. :)
Word Count: 830
Is there anything more hellish than being the new girl? Buffy thought with a mental wince while forcing herself to smile cheerfully as Cordelia turned to walk down the hall, leaving her in front of the library.
Cordelia wanted to know “everything about her” huh? “Great,” Buffy muttered under her breath, “that sounds like fun.” The one thing she didn’t want happening here at Sunnydale High was anyone finding out anything
about her at all. Well, at least nothing beyond her being just another regular, normal, run-of-the-mill high school student. Nope, nothing special or interesting or even vaguely vampiric in Buffy Summers’ past, not at all!
Hitching her bag up a bit, she pushed open one of the library doors and walked inside hesitantly. Libraries really weren’t her thing; in fact, she probably couldn’t tell someone where the library even was in her old school.
“Hello? Is… anybody here?” Her words echoed slightly in the dim room as she looked around. Seeing no one, she moved closer to the circulation desk, her eyes idly drawn to the newspaper on top of it with the circled article. Buffy was pretty sure that someone had to be here since the doors weren’t locked, but maybe—
A hand tapped her on the shoulder and Buffy spun around, startled. “Oh!” she exclaimed, blinking up at the man who’d come up behind her. “Anybody’s here…” Buffy was vaguely aware that her voice had trailed off and her eyes were bugging out in a totally uncool way but that really couldn’t be helped considering that she just got a good look at the guy.
The guy… who was really tall and was wearing a white t-shirt and a dark blazer with blue jeans and he had an earring
and Buffy had never really understood the appeal of “the older man” but now she totally got it
, oh my god.
Buffy quickly tried to say something—anything—but found that her brain cells were still pretty much fried by the sheer amount of sex appeal this guy was projecting by just standing there barely two feet away and looking at her like she was retarded.
Then, apparently unimpressed by Buffy’s imitation of a goldfish, he opened his mouth and said, “Can I help you?”
In an English accent.
“Guh,” Buffy whimpered. Giving herself a mental shake, she managed to choke out, “I was, uh, looking for some, well, books. I’m new.” She smiled weakly, her brain finally coming online and realizing that she’d just made a complete idiot of herself.
Sexy English Guy quirked an eyebrow, slightly squinting at Buffy in a way that made her want to squirm. “Buffy Summers?” he asked. And wow, she had no idea her name could actually sound sexy, but obviously all it needed was an English accent that was just a little rough around the edges.
“Uh, good call! I guess I’m the only new kid, huh?” Oh, so amazingly smooth, Buffy. Way to go. She winced.
“I’m Giles,” Sexy English Guy said, “the librarian. They told me you were coming.” He walked around the circulation desk. Buffy’s eyes drifted down to check out Sexy, uh, Giles’ butt (was it even legal for a high school librarian to have a great butt and be this sexy?) and snapped back up to a less incriminating height when he was behind the counter. He bent down and Buffy heard the scuffing of book covers against book covers.
“Great! Um, of course they would—‘cuz I’m new and you’re the librarian so of course they’d tell you that I’d need, um, books.” Buffy cringed and mentally told herself to stop babbling like an idiot, for God’s sake!
She took a breath. “So, uh, I’m gonna need ‘Perspectives on 20th Century—‘” she was abruptly cut off when Giles stood up and casually pulled out a large, old book with the word VAMPYR embossed in dull gold on the leather cover. He placed it on the counter top and Buffy was aware, beyond the loud and heavy thudding of her heart, that he was looking at her intently.
Slowly, all thoughts of sexy older Englishmen thoroughly out of her mind now, Buffy raised her eyes from the book to stare, horrified, at the man she knew was going to be responsible for ruining her new start on life. “This isn’t what I’m looking for,” she said quietly.
Something flickered in his dark eyes. “Are you sure?”
Buffy nodded. “I’m way sure,” she said, emphasizing every word. She lowered her eyes from his face and stared at his throat where the white V of his shirt began. She could feel his eyes on her and she forced herself not to cringe.
After what seemed like eternity, he slid the book off the counter top and out of sight. “My mistake,” he murmured.
Buffy jerked her head away from him and hurried out of the library without another word. It wasn’t until she was halfway through English class that her muscles finally relaxed.