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TITLE: Someone to Watch
RATING: PG13
PAIRING: Giles/Wesley
NOTES: Set BtVS S3. Title and quote from "Someone to watch over me" by Gershwin.
Someone to Watch
The horribly insipid drone of the mobile phone Buffy had guilted him into buying jolted him from a pleasant dream, the details of which were rather sketchy. There had been a pub; beer served at a temperature above that of the liquid nitrogen they drank here, Yorkshire pudding, and, rather worryingly, Wesley Wyndam-Pryce.
He didn’t want to dwell too long on that particular aspect of the reverie, and the fact that his subconscious self was having a hard time denying his physical attraction to the younger man, despite the conscious and quite irresistible desire to smack the pompous little twerp very hard.
He fished the phone out of his pocket and pushed his glasses up, peering at the tiny display screen. He finally located the answer button and cut off the monotone murder of Beethoven’s Ninth.
“Giles here.”
There was a blast of something which sounded suspiciously like Rod Stewart, then some frantic crackling, and a rather unsteady voice cursed quietly.
“Buggeration!”
“Wesley?” Giles felt his eyebrows shoot up toward his hairline.
“Yes, Mr Giles, it’s me.” The voice on the other end of the line was filled with misery. “I… um… well, that is to say, we…no, I mean I… oh God.”
“Wesley? What’s happened?” A sudden sickening chill ran down his spine. “Buffy and Faith? Are they alright?” He barked out the question and heard a deep tremulous sigh in response.
“They’re fine. We were out on patrol for the evening. Faith had garnered information about some vampires frequenting a club on the outskirts of town.”
Well, that explained the hideous music then. There were the sounds of a scuffle. “Wesley? Are you there?”
“Uh…yes… unhand me please, madam.”
“Wesley, what the hell is going on?” Honestly, the man was an idiot. A very handsome idiot, but an idiot all the same.
“I’m not sure exactly. Faith and Buffy told me to search the back rooms while they did a sweep of the club.” Another pause. “Apparently it’s James Bond night.” Wesley gave a quiet little cough of embarrassment. “And there was a mix up with the entertainment for the evening.”
Giles was beginning to understand. “Where are Buffy and Faith?”
“That’s the odd thing… they seem to have disappeared. And I’m not exactly sure where.”
“And where exactly are you, Wesley?” If Giles bit his lip very very hard he probably wouldn’t laugh.
“Well, I appear to be on some sort of stage.” There was a note of panic in Pryce’s voice now. “Mr Giles, I’ve removed my tie and jacket, but that doesn’t seem to have appeased the ladies.”
Giles decided he really ought to have a stern word with his slayers. After he rescued Wesley.
“Don’t worry, Wesley, I’m on my way.”
“Thank you, Mr Giles!” Wesley’s voice was suddenly shrill. “No, madam, that is not a gun in my pocket!”
Giles gathered his car keys and ran for the parking lot. If he was quick, he’d arrive just in time for the floorshow.
TITLE: Someone to Watch
RATING: PG13
PAIRING: Giles/Wesley
NOTES: Set BtVS S3. Title and quote from "Someone to watch over me" by Gershwin.
Someone to Watch
The horribly insipid drone of the mobile phone Buffy had guilted him into buying jolted him from a pleasant dream, the details of which were rather sketchy. There had been a pub; beer served at a temperature above that of the liquid nitrogen they drank here, Yorkshire pudding, and, rather worryingly, Wesley Wyndam-Pryce.
He didn’t want to dwell too long on that particular aspect of the reverie, and the fact that his subconscious self was having a hard time denying his physical attraction to the younger man, despite the conscious and quite irresistible desire to smack the pompous little twerp very hard.
He fished the phone out of his pocket and pushed his glasses up, peering at the tiny display screen. He finally located the answer button and cut off the monotone murder of Beethoven’s Ninth.
“Giles here.”
There was a blast of something which sounded suspiciously like Rod Stewart, then some frantic crackling, and a rather unsteady voice cursed quietly.
“Buggeration!”
“Wesley?” Giles felt his eyebrows shoot up toward his hairline.
“Yes, Mr Giles, it’s me.” The voice on the other end of the line was filled with misery. “I… um… well, that is to say, we…no, I mean I… oh God.”
“Wesley? What’s happened?” A sudden sickening chill ran down his spine. “Buffy and Faith? Are they alright?” He barked out the question and heard a deep tremulous sigh in response.
“They’re fine. We were out on patrol for the evening. Faith had garnered information about some vampires frequenting a club on the outskirts of town.”
Well, that explained the hideous music then. There were the sounds of a scuffle. “Wesley? Are you there?”
“Uh…yes… unhand me please, madam.”
“Wesley, what the hell is going on?” Honestly, the man was an idiot. A very handsome idiot, but an idiot all the same.
“I’m not sure exactly. Faith and Buffy told me to search the back rooms while they did a sweep of the club.” Another pause. “Apparently it’s James Bond night.” Wesley gave a quiet little cough of embarrassment. “And there was a mix up with the entertainment for the evening.”
Giles was beginning to understand. “Where are Buffy and Faith?”
“That’s the odd thing… they seem to have disappeared. And I’m not exactly sure where.”
“And where exactly are you, Wesley?” If Giles bit his lip very very hard he probably wouldn’t laugh.
“Well, I appear to be on some sort of stage.” There was a note of panic in Pryce’s voice now. “Mr Giles, I’ve removed my tie and jacket, but that doesn’t seem to have appeased the ladies.”
Giles decided he really ought to have a stern word with his slayers. After he rescued Wesley.
“Don’t worry, Wesley, I’m on my way.”
“Thank you, Mr Giles!” Wesley’s voice was suddenly shrill. “No, madam, that is not a gun in my pocket!”
Giles gathered his car keys and ran for the parking lot. If he was quick, he’d arrive just in time for the floorshow.
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I wonder if Giles will insist that Wesley replay the evening in full, one missing garment at a time...
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Tee-hee-hee!!! :)
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Funny and cute and all kinds of wicked. *g*
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