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Forgotten	By : Cyberwulf Category: > Buffy/Giles Views: 1940 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Forgotten 1/?

Author: Cyberwulf

Rating: At the moment, 15s (R), but it may go up.

Pairing: B/G
Disclaimer: BTVS characters belong to Joss Whedon. Donovan, Sue, Ricky and the other members of the Giles family belong to me (except James who belongs to Nick Fisher.), as do the vampires. The song ‘Forgotten’ belongs to Linkin Park.
Spoilers: Set after “Wrecked”. Buffy and Spike slept together once, but Buffy’s been staying away from him since then. Willow and Tara are not together.
Summary: Written in response to michamon’s ‘Mindscape Challenge’ at ODD. I’ve bent the rules slightly by setting it in season six, but that’s mainly because I’m repressing season 7. Mindscape Challenge An evil organization wants to destroy the CoW now that they are weakest, so they kidnap Giles and torture him to obtain the information they need. To escape from a reality of pain, Giles' mind creates an alternate reality where he marries Buffy and they have children. When (if) the scoobies rescue him, how will they react on discovering his illusion? Will they tell him the truth? Or will they pretend for his sake? And how will he cope when (if) he discovers that it was only a product of his mind?
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Author’s Note: // // denotes thoughts. ~~~ denotes reality change.
There’s a place so dark you can’t see the end

Skies cut back

And shock that which can’t defend

The rain then sends dripping

Acidic questions

Forcefully, the power of suggestion

Then with the eyes shut

Looking through the rust and rot and dust

A small spot of light floods the floor

And pours over the rusted world of pretend

And the eyes ease open And it’s dark again

- Linkin Park, ‘Forgotten’
“ Giles”
The Watcher let out an “oompf!” as Willow crashed into him, enveloping him in a hug. Beside him, Dawn did the same to Buffy.
“How was Barbados?”
“ Hot,” Giles answered with a grin.
“ Love the matching tans,” Xander remarked. “ Lotsa sun-bathing going on, huh?” He punched Anya lightly in the arm.“And you said they’d spend all their time indoors.”
“ No I didn’t,” Anya replied, slightly miffed at the punch. “ I said they’d spend all their time having sex.” Released from Dawn’s embrace, Buffy leaned against Giles and wound her arm around his waist. “ Who says we didn’t?”
Xander’s face blanched as the implications of Buffy’s statement hit him.
“ Hey! Let’s all go to baggage claim!” he managed finally, in a voice that was much too loud and about an octave above his usual register. “ C’mon, guys!” He pulled his girlfriend away. Willow followed, giggling, with Tara and Dawn in her wake.
Buffy turned and traced her fingertip along the green dragon adorning Giles’ blue short-sleeved shirt.
“ Bright colours look really good on you,” she murmured. “ Makes me wonder why you wrapped yourself in grey and brown for so long.”
“ Didn’t have anyone to dress me,” Giles replied with a smile. “Or undress me, for that matter.”
“ Mmm.” Buffy stood on tiptoe to kiss him. Her hands roved over his shirt, occasionally gently squeezing the muscles underneath, as their lips met. Giles groaned as she rubbed her belly against the growing bulge in his jeans.
“ Giles!” Buffy giggled. She put her arms around his neck and looked up at him. “You can-NOT be horny again.”
“ What do you mean, ‘again’?” Giles replied. He pulled her against his erection. “The one on the plane just took the edge off.”
“ Hey!”
The pair turned. Xander, Willow, Tara, Anya and Dawn stood a few yards away. Xander and Tara were holding suitcases.
“ You guys coming home, or what?” Xander called.
“ Coming,” Buffy answered. Pouting, she turned back to Giles and grumbled something under her breath.
“ Everything all right?” Giles asked gently.
“ Uh-huh,” Buffy answered. “ It’s just… I kinda wish we were still on our honeymoon.”
“ I’ll ask Xander to soundproof our bedroom tomorrow.” He kissed her sofftly on the lips. “ I know I’m irresistible, but you should be able to restrain yourself for that long.”
Buffy whacked him gently on the arm. “ Says Mr. ‘I can’t wait till we get back to the hotel, let’s just do it on the beach’.”
“ Oh, you know you enjoyed every minute of it,” Giles teased back.
“ C’mon,” Buffy said with a smile. She took his hand, lacing her fingers through his. “ Let’s go home.”
~~~
“ Magic Box,” Anya said boredly into the receiver. Normally she enjoyed talking with customers over the phone – it gave her a chance to practise her selling skills – but it had been a long day with few customers, and even fewer serious buyers. She felt like closing early, getting home and drawing a nice, warm bath for Xander before he got back from the building site. He’d been all stressed lately, and they hadn’t made love for a while. A relaxing bath might help him unwind. And lead to sex.
“ To whom am I speaking?”
Anya frowned. The voice was male, and English. She only knew one person who fit that description… but the voice didn’t sound like him.
“ Who’s this?”
“ Ah, ah,” replied the caller. “ I asked you first.”
“ Anya Jenkins, owner and proprietor of The Magic Box,” Anya declared suspiciously. “ Giles, is that you?”
There was a pause.
“ I’m a friend of Rupert’s,” the caller said at last. “ Is Buffy around?”
“ No,” Anya replied firmly. “ And unless you tell me your name real soon, I’m gonna hang up. I don’t want any more Council goons barging in and closing down my shop, just when business is at its most profitable –”
“ Listen, would you?” the caller interrupted impatiently. “ A man’s life may be at stake. Now either put Buffy on, or shut up and pay attention!”
“ That’s it!" Anya snapped. “ Phone’s going down…”
The bell over the shop door jangled. Anya turned around just in time to see Dawn flounce in, followed by Buffy.
“ Don’t know why I can’t just go home,” Dawn grumbled.
“ Dawn, I have to train,” Buffy answered impatiently. “ What if the social worker called around and you were in the house alone? What kind of guardian would she think I was?”
“ Newsflash to the world,” Dawn snapped sarcastically, sitting down at the table. “I’m fifteen, not five.”
“ Wait, Buffy just got here,” Anya said into the receiver. She held it out to Buffy. “Some guy on the phone wants to talk to you. He says he’s a friend of Giles’s.”
A sharp pang went through Buffy at the mention of Giles’ name, followed by a glow of fury. She’d tried to understand his reasons for leaving, but it still felt like he’d run off and abandoned her, right when she needed him most. She used to have good feelings about Giles. Safety, security, friendship – all Giles-y things. Now they were gone, and all she had left was a weird mix of anger and sadness that ambushed her when she least expected it. Like one research and donut session when Xander had asked if anyone wanted the last jelly, and she’d run outside in tears. Crying over a stupid snack, just because Giles wasn’t there to eat it. Or the time she’d glanced over at the weapons hanging up in the training room while she was working out with the punching bag, and she’d imagined Giles cleaning and repairing them, and suddenly she wanted to smash something. Or when –
“ Are you gonna take this call, or should I just hang up?”
Buffy snapped out of her reverie.
“ Sure,” she said absentmindedly. She took the phone from the former demon, then looked at her in puzzlement. “Who is it?”
Anya sighed in exasperation. “ British guy. Says he’s a friend of Giles’s. Wants to talk to you, blah blah, man’s life at stake…”
Apprehensively, Buffy put the phone to her ear.
“ Hello?”
“ Buffy. At last.”
Buffy scowled as she recognised the voice. “ Ethan Rayne.” Her eyes narrowed. “How did you get this number?”
“ Never mind that,” Ethan replied. “ Something’s happened to Rupert, and we need your help.”
A cold feeling washed over Buffy and she gripped the phone a little tighter. “Something? What kind of ‘something’?”
She heard Ethan take a deep breath.
“ About two days ago, Rupert disappeared,” he began. “ He was last seen leaving an off-license, around ten p.m. on Saturday night. No-one’s seen him since.”
For a moment the only thing Buffy could hear was the blood rushing in her ears. Briefly she considered the possibility that Ethan was lying, but something in his voice told her he wasn’t. She swallowed.
“ Wh-what can I do?”
“ Round up that little gang of yours and come to England,” Ethan replied. “We’re searching for him but we could do with some help.”
“ Come to England?” Buffy repeated with a nervous laugh. “ Hey, I’d like to, but we’re kinda low on money and airline tickets aren’t gonna just magically appear –”
Dawn let out a startled squeal. Buffy turned just in time to see a plane ticket appear on the table in a shower of golden dust.
“ … or, maybe they are,” Buffy murmured.
“ Don’t waste time,” Ethan told her. “ We’ll meet you at Heathrow when you land.”
Buffy looked around at Anya and Dawn. //It could be a trap//, part of her whispered.
//And if it’s not?//
“ I have to think about this,” Buffy said into the phone.
Ethan made an exasperated noise.
“ You don’t have time to ‘think about this’,” he said sharply. “Much as I hate to admit it, we need you and your little friends if we’re to have any chance of finding Rupert before something unpleasant happens to him. If you really care –”
“ Hey!” Buffy interrupted angrily. “ This is a lot for me to just take on faith, okay? The last time you were in town, you turned Giles into a demon and tried to get me to kill him. Or don’t you remember?”
She heard Ethan heave a sigh.
“ All right,” he said quietly. “ Call me back when you decide.” He gave Buffy a phone number and then hung up.
Buffy slowly replaced the receiver, deep in thought.
“ Buffy?” Dawn asked, getting up. “ What’s going on?”
The Slayer turned and looked at her sister, then at Anya. “ Something’s happened to Giles,” she declared. “ I’ll explain when the others get here.” She picked up the phone and dialed Willow’s number.
The gang sat around the table in the Magic Box, gazing apprehensively at Buffy, who was standing by the counter.
“ So…” Xander said, breaking the silence. “ What’s the sitch?”
“ Wait,” Dawn interrupted. “ We’re not all here.”
“ We’re not including Spike in this!” Buffy snapped vehemently. She blushed as the others stared at her in surprise. “ Well, we’re not.”
Dawn rolled her eyes. “ I called Tara.”
“ Dawn!” Buffy exclaimed, glancing at Willow.
“ Tara likes Giles too, y’know,” Dawn shot back. “ When you died, he was a wreck. None of us knew what to say to him. But she did.” She lifted her chin defiantly. “ I think she has the right to know what’s going on.”
Buffy was about to protest when the shop door opened and the blonde witch came in.
“ Hi,” Tara said shyly. She caught sight of Willow, and an awful silence descended on the room.
Buffy shot Dawn a glare, then turned to Tara. “ Have a seat.” Tara took a chair on the opposite side of the table to Willow. The red head gave her a nervous smile. Tara looked away.
Buffy cleared her throat loudly, hoping to dispel the awkwardness.
“ Okay,” she said. “ Here’s what’s up…”
“ Ethan Rayne?” Xander asked incredulously, after Buffy had filled them in. “I’m thinking trap.”
“ Me too,” Buffy agreed. “ That’s why I’m going to England alone.”
“ What?!” Willow exclaimed, followed by a “ No way!” from Xander. “ No arguments, guys,” Buffy said firmly. “ I can’t risk anything happening to you. Besides, there’s only one plane ticket.”
She picked it up.
“ Hey, there’s another one!” Dawn exclaimed, pointing to the centre of the table.
“ Then I’m going with,you,” Willow declared, taking the ticket. She frowned in puzzlement. “ There’s another one underneath this one.”
“ I’m coming too,” Xander said, picking up the next ticket.
“ If Xander goes, I go,” Anya added, taking another ticket.
“ I’m NOT getting left behind.” Dawn snatched yet another ticket.
Tara gazed at the final piece of card on the table. She glanced at Willow, then back at the plane ticket. Going to a strange country with your ex and her friends probably wasn’t the greatest idea in the world. But on the other hand, she did like Giles. If he was in trouble, she wanted to help.
“ C-count me in.”
“ I guess there’s nothing I can say or do to get you guys to change your minds,” Buffy remarked.
“ You guessed right,” Xander replied. “ There’s no way we’re letting you do something like this alone.”
Willow looked at her ticket. The surface seemed to shimmer, and then her name and the flight details appeared on it in black lettering.
“ Our flight leaves at eight thirty tonight!”
Buffy checked her own ticket. “ Looks like Ethan meant it when he said not to waste time,” she grumbled. “ We’ve got just enough time to pack.” She looked up at the others. “ Still wanna come? It’s kinda short notice.”
“ I can still come,” Xander replied, nodding. “ I’ll call Joe, get him to cover for me. He owes me like a million favours, anyway.”
“ Willow?” Buffy asked. “ Are you okay with missing classes?”
“ Not a problem,” Willow answered. “ I’ll catch up in a flash.”
Tara gave her a disapproving look.
“ I didn’t mean it like that!” Willow protested, bristling. “ I happen to have the textbooks, okay?”
The rest of the gang shifted awkwardly as the two witches glared at each other. Finally Tara relented and looked away.
“ I can make it,” she said quietly. Buffy turned to her sister. “ Dawn –”
“ Write me a note when we get back,” Dawn interrupted. “ Now come on! We’ve gotta be on a plane in three hours!”
“ Okay,” Buffy replied. “ Meet back here in an hour, packed and ready to go.”
The gang dispersed, Anya pausing to lock up the shop. Outside, Buffy ran her hand through her hair and blew out a breath.
Ethan had better be on the up and up.
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