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Inside to Outside	By : Cyberwulf Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Giles Views: 5908 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Title: Inside to Outside 2/?

Author: Cyberwulf

Rating: Still 12s (PG-13)

Disclaimer: Joss and ME own all the characters, and have shares in the plot. Led Zepplin own the song “Stairway to Heaven”.

Spoilers: Takes place during and instead of “A New Man”; contains dialogue from “A New Man”.

Summary: What if, instead of a Fyarl demon, Ethan had turned Giles into something else?

Distribution: Ask me first, and tell me where it’s going.

Feedback: Feed the Wulf! cyberwulf_1and@yah@yahoo.co.uk

Author’s Note 1: Gah, I’m writing this story from both ends, and hopefully it will meet in the middle. So it may be a while before the next chapter is up. Please bear with me, and keep the feedback coming!

Author’s Note 2: // // denotes thoughts.

Giles didn’t have far to go to get to the seedy motel Ethan was staying in. He got the room number from the receptionist – who also sent an appreciative look his way – and headed back outside.

Ethan woke to the sound of someone banging on the door. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and reached for his slacks.

“ Hang on, hang on, I’m coming!” he growled. Yawning, he opened the door. His eyes widened when he saw the young man on the other side of it. Then his face lit up.

“ Ripper!” he exclaimed, pulling his friend into a hug. He stepped back and looked him up and down, then blew out a sigh. “It worked!”

“ Why do you sound relieved?” Giles asked.

“ Well, it’s the kind of spell that can go wrong and turn you into a Fyarl demon if you fuck up the translation,” Ethan replied with a wicked grin. Giles punched him playfully on the arm. “ Come in!”

Giles stepped across the threshold and looked around at the shabby carpet, the fading paint on the walls, and the watermarks on the ceiling. “ Ethan, why are you staying in this shit-hole?”

Ethan smirked.

“ Because this is where the drug dealers meet,” he replied. “ And I like to bang on the wall and shout ‘He’s wearing a wire!’.”

Giles chuckled. Ethan sat on the unmade bed. “ So, what do you think of my spell?”

“ I’m not sure,” Giles admitted, leaning against the wall. “ Exactly what have you done to me?”

“ I’ve made you twenty years younger,” Ethan replied. “ Well, on the outside, anyway. You’re still the same person you were yesterday, except now you have the body you had when you were twenty-six.” He smirked. “ Those kids won’t be writing you off as ‘the old guy’ any more.”

“ Why did you do it?” Giles asked.

Ethan sighed.

“ Because I don’t like seeing you miserable, Rupert,” he answered. “ Unless I’m the one making you miserable.”

“ Is it permanent?” Giles asked quietly.

“ Don’t you like the way you are now?” Ethan replied.

” Well…” Giles paused and frowned, looking at the carpet while he thought. He looked back at Ethan. “ There are certain disadvantages to this spell…”

“ Such as?”

“ Such as all my documentation being for Rupert Giles, born in 1954,” Giles replied wryly.

Ethan smirked.

“ You might find there are more important things in life than the little bits of paper the government uses to keep track of you,” he remarked. He stood up and pulled on a shirt. “Look, at least try it for a couple of weeks. Call it a trial period. I’ll be in town all this month, if you’re not happy, just come and see me, I’ll reverse the spell.”

Giles fixed him with a steady gaze. “ I have your word on that?”

Ethan held up his hands. “ I promise.”

Giles wasn’t convinced.

“ How do I know there won’t be any strange side-effects?” he asked suspiciously. “How do I know I won’t wake up tomorrow as a giant mutated carnivorous badger? Or that I won’t discover you’ve aged someone else twenty years to compensate for my new-found youth?

“ There aren’t any side-effects!” Ethan insisted earnestly. “ I swear on my mother’s grave.” He looked at Giles. “ And Ripper, you know how much I love my mum.”

Giles looked away, doubtful.

“ Well…”

“ Relax, Ripper,” Ethan declared. He grinned. “ Enjoy my gift. Get out there and have some fun.”

A smile spread slowly across Giles’ face.

“ I might just do that.”

***

Buffy headed down the steps to Giles’ apartment, going over the apology she’d been rehearsing all day. Buffy apologies didn’t always go very well. Somehow, if the person she was apologising to got angry, she could never just let them say their bit without getting defensive, and the whole thing usually degenerated into a shouting match. But then again, no matter what she did, Giles never seemed to get angry – well, not the kind of angry that came with yelling and screaming. When Giles was angry with her, he was usually hurt, too, and reprimanded her quietly in a voice that made her feel about two inches tall – something Buffy wasn’t looking forward to. She mentally tacked on an extra hug to the end of her apology.

She pushed open the door to his apartment and went inside. Giles was nowhere to be seen. Then she heard running water, and realised he was in the shower. Buffy grinned when she heard him singing in there. At least he was in a good mood. Feeling much less apprehensive, she headed into the kitchen to get herself a glass of juice.

She didn’t notice that the water had stopped, and she never heard the bathroom door opening. Buffy turned from the fridge just as a tall, almost-naked man entered the lounge.

“ And she’s buying a stairway to…”

Buffy’s glass slipped through startled fingers and smashed on the floor. The man jumped and grabbed the pink towel around his waist tightly.

“ Buffy?”

Buffy stared at the lean, dark-haired, muscular stranger in front of her. Her mouth almost watered at the sight of his well-toned biceps. Her eyes wandered down to his legs, then back up to his chest, and she found herself wondering what it would be like to lick his belly button. She shook her head suddenly, realising he’d called her.

“ What –” She came out from behind the breakfast bar, all senses suddenly on full alert. “ Who are you? How do you know my name?”

“ Ah.” The man shifted awkwardly. “ I, I realise my appearance may be a little startling–”

Buffy goggled in disbelief as she recognised the voice. “ Giles?” She approached him. “Giles, is that really…” She stared up into his eyes, and had her answer. “ It *is* you.”

He smiled gently at her. “ Yes, it’s me.”

Buffy looked down at his body again. “ But – but you’re so… so…” She looked back up at him. “ How?”

“ It’s a spell,” Giles replied. Buffy didn’t respond, and he saw that she was staring, mesmerised, at a drop of water trickling down his chest. He managed to suppress the huge smile threatening to split his face in two. He cleared his throat gently and Buffy looked up, face burning.

“uh? uh? What?”

“ Um, why don’t you sit down,” Giles suggested, “ and I’ll go and put some clothes on.”

Buffy blushed even more as she just managed to stop her whine of protest at an end to all the naked goodness in front of her. She sat on the couch and tried not to squirm. Giles headed for the stairs. Once he was halfway up, he let his happiness take over and grinned like an idiot.

Buffy sent anxious glances towards the loft. She wasn’t sure what to make of this younger, yummier version of her former Watcher, and was switching rapidly back and forth between “ Oh my God, I’m lusting *Giles*!” and “ Want, take, have.” All she did know was that she wanted to see him again. Preferably without the towel. After an eternity she heard him coming back down the stairs, whistling to himself.

//He’s so happy.//

When was the last time she’d seen Giles really happy? Buffy couldn’t remember.

“ Now then,” Giles declared as he entered the room. Buffy looked up and swallowed, gazing at the grey T-shirt that fit him like a second skin. Giles sat in a chair opposite her. “ What do you want to talk about?”

Buffy’s voice suddenly deserted her, and the questions that had been swirling around in her brain moments earlier fled. Giles was gazing at her, his usual faint smile on his face. All Buffy could think about was how much she wanted to kiss him.

“ Um…”

There was a flurry of activity at the front door. Giles’ attention was distracted, and Buffy blew out a deep breath.

“ Thank you,” she mumbled quietly.

“ Okay guys, you will never guess what!” Xander exclaimed as he came into the lounge, followed closely by Willow and Anya. “ I just saw Ethan Rayne, and –” His gaze fell on Giles. “ – who are you?”

Buffy looked up at the gang. Willow and Anya were staring at Giles, too. Willow’s expression was a weird mixture of startled and appreciative. Anya’s gaze was positively hungry. Buffy stole a glance at Giles. He’d noticed the way the girls were looking at him, and his smile was bigger.

“ It’s me, Xander,” he explained. “ It’s Giles.”

The other Scoobies stared open-mouthed.

Xander was the first to say something.

“ Nuh-uh,” he declared, shaking his head. “ See, Giles is this old guy, who, despite being really smart, managed to lose two jobs in a couple of months and –”

Giles’ expression darkened.

“ Xander,” he warned, glaring at him.

Xander’s eyes widened and he took a few steps back.

“ Oh my God, it’s really you.”

Willow grinned.

“ Wow, Giles!” she exclaimed. “ You look great! Like – like male underwear model great!”

“ Thank you,” Giles replied, smiling back. Willow perched on the couch next to Buffy.

“ So how’d it happen?” the witch asked.

“ It’s a spell,” Giles explained. “ One of Ethan’s.”

“ Why would Ethan cast a spell like that?” Buffy wanted to know. She rose and approached Giles anxiously. “ I mean, there’s gotta be some catch, right? Like, in two days’ time you’ll turn blue, or grow a tail or something…”

Giles shook his head.

“ There aren’t any side effects,” he replied. He looked at the others. “ I was talking to Ethan last night. He had information about the Initiative.” He glanced up at Buffy as he spoke. Buffy remembered why she’d called round in the first place, and scrambled for her apology.

“ Giles, about that…” She crouched next to the arm of his chair to look him in the eye. “ I’m really sorry I didn’t tell you about Riley being a commando. It’s just… he said not to, and then the guys saw him in his cammies toting a taser and meow, cat outta the bag, and I guess I just forgot you didn’t know. Forgive me?”

Giles nodded and gave her a smile.

“ If there’s anything I can do to make it up to you, just name it,” Buffy went on. “ Like, if you want a hot oil massage or…” She felt the others’ eyes on her and covered her reddening face with her hands. “ Oh, I *so* didn’t mean to say that out loud!”

Anya leaned forward and addressed Giles in a stage whisper.

“ I think *someone* would like to see you naked,” she declared with an extremely obvious wink. She turned to Xander, beaming proudly. “ See what I did there? I used subtlety, instead of saying that if we weren’t here, Buffy probably would’ve jum-”

“ Yeah, I saw,” Xander interrupted hastily. He kissed her on the forehead. “ That was good, Ahn.”

Giles chuckled.

“ In any case,” he continued, “ we got talking and… had rather too much to drink…” It was his turn to blush now. “ I suppose I was going on about feeling old, because when I woke up this morning I was like this.”

Buffy smacked him on the arm.

“ You went drinking with Ethan Rayne?!” she exclaimed. “ Anything could’ve happened!”

Giles shifted uncomfortably. “ Yes, well, it didn’t, he replied. “ And in any case, he still had information on the Initiative.”

“ What kind of information?” Buffy asked.

“ He says the Initiative is blundering into places where it doesn't belong,” Giles answered. He looked around at the others. “ The demons are terrified. Apparently something called three-fourteen terrifies them the most.” He looked back at Buffy. “ That’s all he could tell me.”

There was silence as the others digested this information.

“ But, but that can’t be right,” Willow said timidly. “ Riley’s one of the good guys!”

“ Yeah, are you sure you’re not saying this just because you don’t like Riley’s boss?” Xander asked.

“ No!” Giles declared emphatically. He thought for a moment, before amending, “Though I do hate her, quite a lot.” He looked at Buffy again. “ Ethan’s not exactly a reliable source, but I don’t think he’s wrong about this. Please, just be careful.” He looked around the room. “ All of you.”

“ I never liked that Initiative anyway,” Anya remarked. “ Who do they think they are, locking up demons? Demons have rights too, you know!”

Xander caught Buffy’s scowl.

“ I’m sure they do, Ahn,” he said quickly. “ Why don’t we go home and you can tell me about it?”

“ No, I –” Anya stopped suddenly and stared at Xander. “ Oh!” She leaned forward and gave Xander a wink. “ Sure, Xander,” she went on in a voice that was too loud. “ Let’s go home and leave Giles and Buffy alone together. Come on, Willow!”

“ That’s not what I meant –” Xander hurried to explain, casting apologetic looks at both Buffy and Giles, as Anya pulled him out the door.

Willow got up.

“ I gotta go anyway,” she remarked. “ I’ve got a paper to write for Friday. She grinned shyly at Giles as he got up to see her out. “ Bye.”

Buffy hung back in the lounge, staring at Giles’ rear view as he went with the others to the front door. She almost whined. Had his butt always been so nice and … squeezable?

The door clicked shut and Giles returned to the lounge. He smiled when he saw Buffy still standing there.

“ Well, it seems it’s just the two of us,” he said softly.

Suddenly Buffy didn’t trust herself to be alone with him.

“ Uh, actually… I, I gotta go patrol,” she stammered. He seemed to slump a little. Was that disappointment in his eyes? “Sorry,” Buffy added quickly.

“ No, no, that’s quite all right,” Giles said hurriedly. “ You, you’ve got to do what you’ve, got to do…”

Gratefully, Buffy slipped past him. Her fingers brushed against his thigh, sending tingles through her arm and down into her belly. She sensed him behind her as she headed for the door. He leaned forward and opened it for her.

“ You will let me know that you’re all right after patrol, won’t you?” Giles murmured.

“ Sure,” Buffy replied. She paused on the doorstep. “ Say, Giles – we haven’t trained together in a while.” He raised an eyebrow quizzically at her. Buffy blushed. “ In a long while,” she amended. “ How about we meet up tomorrow for some hand-to-hand?”

A look of surprise settled over Giles’ face, displaced quickly by joy.

“ I’d be delighted,” he said. “ Where?”

“ The gym on campus,” Buffy answered. “ Meet me in the student parking lot. Say, four o’clock?”

“ I’ll see you then,” Giles replied. Buffy grinned, then turned and bounded up the steps.

Giles watched her go, then closed the door after her. He’d never imagined it was possible to be this happy. Buffy wanted him back in her life. And the way she’d looked at him tonight – seeing him as a man and not “just Giles” for the first time in all the years they’d known each other – set his skin on fire. He wondered how on earth he was going to repay Ethan for this.

Something niggled at the back of his mind… a vague sense that something wasn’t right. He pushed it away. Four o’clock tomorrow. He glanced up at the clock. Nineteen hours and twenty-three minutes away. What should he wear?

//Calm down, old man, it’s not a date,// he chided himself. //You’ll wear a tracksuit, and you’ll train with her, and there will be no inappropriate touching or behaviour.//

He grinned suddenly.

//Unless she does it first.//

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