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samsara-sv.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Aug. 27th, 2005 05:36 pm)Title: Seriously - 500 word ficlet
Fandom: BtVS (Giles/Xander)
Rating: G I think, very tame
Disclaimer: Not mine and never will be. All hail the Great Lord Joss, Wbros & Mutant enemy peeps. I own nothing of any real value anyway so to sue would be pointless
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“No way…. Seriously? Nah…it’s all some English-y Watcher-y trick. I’m wise to your games Mister!” Xander’s grin almost split his face, his tone light and yet determined. “Really, you were never a stripper – dated one maybe… almost got me too!”
“Seriously, you should already know by now that I am not, nor was, always who I appear to be” A sardonic muscle twitch, natural but usually repressed, briefly curled the edge of Rupert’s answering smile. “I realise how ridiculous the prospect would be now – somehow I doubt it would engender the same response – even from a biased audience of one - but the fact remains that I also have known the adrenaline rush of removing one’s clothing on stage for the edification and enjoyment of strangers. I’m glad you told me about Oxnard Xander – and a little disappointed that you were unsure of my response” here his hand, large and warm rose to arrive at the younger man’s elbow – not touching but hovering nearby ready to offer strength and/or comfort should such be required. The half-ashamed but none-the-less blinding smile he received in response seemed to indicate, this time, it was unneeded.
Some small portion remained in Rupert’s psyche of the responsible adult, school librarian and stuffy older guy that vividly remembered the awkward, uncertain child that had stood trembling but resolute before him and unequivocally insisted upon being given a role, a part to play. When he himself had first learned the full unvarnished truth concerning ‘things that go bump in the night’ he had been scared witless and frankly resentful that such things had irrevocably intruded upon his life and future plans. That child, however, had demanded his rights to know the worst – already knew more of the harsh realities of ‘real life’ than most his age, more perhaps than anyone should have to know so young. Giles had allowed ‘friends’ partly from unconfirmed but later justified warning bells his intuition had been ringing. The lad’s home life was nothing short of criminal, but the necessity of keeping a low profile as regards law enforcement personnel had effectively tied his hands. Instead he had tried to be as positive an influence as possible – though he occasionally stumbled on that self-appointed path. Often to find himself being gently ‘nudged’ back on course in turn.
Over the years he had watched as that scared kid became a strong, flawed but persevering, capable man. A man with an implacable belief in deciding his own life, every right to his own opinions and choices. A man willing to bear any consequences that entailed when he could so easily have walked away.
That small corner of his mind? Still shook it’s head in self-disgust. But all the rest of Mr Rupert Giles, soon to be legal life-partner to Mr Alexander Harris, is far too occupied being truly content for the first time in his life to pay any heed.
“So…” Xander’s smirk was mischevious “I guess there must be some pictures around somewhere?”
Fandom: BtVS (Giles/Xander)
Rating: G I think, very tame
Disclaimer: Not mine and never will be. All hail the Great Lord Joss, Wbros & Mutant enemy peeps. I own nothing of any real value anyway so to sue would be pointless
-
“No way…. Seriously? Nah…it’s all some English-y Watcher-y trick. I’m wise to your games Mister!” Xander’s grin almost split his face, his tone light and yet determined. “Really, you were never a stripper – dated one maybe… almost got me too!”
“Seriously, you should already know by now that I am not, nor was, always who I appear to be” A sardonic muscle twitch, natural but usually repressed, briefly curled the edge of Rupert’s answering smile. “I realise how ridiculous the prospect would be now – somehow I doubt it would engender the same response – even from a biased audience of one - but the fact remains that I also have known the adrenaline rush of removing one’s clothing on stage for the edification and enjoyment of strangers. I’m glad you told me about Oxnard Xander – and a little disappointed that you were unsure of my response” here his hand, large and warm rose to arrive at the younger man’s elbow – not touching but hovering nearby ready to offer strength and/or comfort should such be required. The half-ashamed but none-the-less blinding smile he received in response seemed to indicate, this time, it was unneeded.
Some small portion remained in Rupert’s psyche of the responsible adult, school librarian and stuffy older guy that vividly remembered the awkward, uncertain child that had stood trembling but resolute before him and unequivocally insisted upon being given a role, a part to play. When he himself had first learned the full unvarnished truth concerning ‘things that go bump in the night’ he had been scared witless and frankly resentful that such things had irrevocably intruded upon his life and future plans. That child, however, had demanded his rights to know the worst – already knew more of the harsh realities of ‘real life’ than most his age, more perhaps than anyone should have to know so young. Giles had allowed ‘friends’ partly from unconfirmed but later justified warning bells his intuition had been ringing. The lad’s home life was nothing short of criminal, but the necessity of keeping a low profile as regards law enforcement personnel had effectively tied his hands. Instead he had tried to be as positive an influence as possible – though he occasionally stumbled on that self-appointed path. Often to find himself being gently ‘nudged’ back on course in turn.
Over the years he had watched as that scared kid became a strong, flawed but persevering, capable man. A man with an implacable belief in deciding his own life, every right to his own opinions and choices. A man willing to bear any consequences that entailed when he could so easily have walked away.
That small corner of his mind? Still shook it’s head in self-disgust. But all the rest of Mr Rupert Giles, soon to be legal life-partner to Mr Alexander Harris, is far too occupied being truly content for the first time in his life to pay any heed.
“So…” Xander’s smirk was mischevious “I guess there must be some pictures around somewhere?”
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