Wings drabble

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I'm in a silly mood and I love it when either Wesley or Giles gets flustered. Giles/Wesley, S3 BtVS, 300 words. Wesley gets an unexpected lesson in collecting emergency slayer provisions.



“Oh, dear.” Wesley looked at the array of items on the shelves. He was going to get this all wrong. Why on earth did he and Rupert agree to this? His watcher training never covered this excruciating task, although it bloody well should have, he thought.

Giles rounded the corner and came toward him with a half gallon of ice cream. “They were out of butter praline so I got toffee crunch for her instead.”

“Hmm? Toffee crunch, yes, good.” Wesley muttered absent-mindedly.

“Wesley, haven’t you found them yet?” Giles asked.

Wesley gestured frantically at the large display in front of him. “There are too many of them and they’re all different! I don’t know what to do! Did she say anything about wings? Half these blasted things have wings. I don’t even want to begin to think about what the wings are for.”

“Settle down, old man, this is simply another part of the job. You’ll get the hang of it.” Giles quickly scanned the shelves. “Ah, here they are.” He picked up a small package that to Wesley looked very much like most of the other packages.

“A-a-are you sure that’s the correct kind?” Wesley stammered hopefully.

“Yes, I’m sure. This isn’t the first emergency trip I’ve made to this aisle you know. She’s not just a slayer, she’s also a young woman. These things happen.”

Wesley’s shoulders relaxed in relief. “Oh, thank goodness that’s over.” He looked at the carton of ice cream in Giles’s hands. “You didn’t happen to notice if they… if they had any fudge swirl ice cream, did you?”

Giles chuckled kindly, put his arm around Wesley, and steered him toward the frozen foods aisle. “Yes, I think I saw fudge swirl in the ice cream case. And tonight you’ve certainly earned it.”