Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Character/Pairing: Giles/Joyce, Giles/Buffy
Challenge/Prompt: 1_million_words August Rush Day 10:
Word Count: 867
Date Written: 21 August 2018
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Whedon, not the author, and are used without permission.
“Mom!” Buffy cried out in shock as she caught sight of her mother angling toward her. Joyce’s makeup somehow made her look ten years younger, and the sight of the feathered jacket she was wearing instantly reminded Buffy of the night when all the adults in Sunnydale had been transported mentally back to their teenage years. She hurried toward her through the throng of dancers, and her green eyes widened even more when she saw her mother stumble. “Mom!” she cried, rushing forward and catching her. “What’s wrong?”
“I haven’t had too much to drink if that’s what you’re thinking, Buffy. That young lady just bumped into me.” Joyce pointed at one of the teenaged dancers. The girl was wrapped up in her guy’s arms and seemed completely oblivious to anyone else, including the older woman who she’d sent careening toward the floor.
“What are you doing here?” Buffy demanded as she helped her mother to steady back onto her feet.
“I’m with the band!” Joyce called to her over the thumping music.
“I’m with the band!”
“I know what you said!” Buffy exclaimed, pushing hair out of her face and remembering when Willow had been so excited to be dating a member of the band Dingoes Ate My Baby. Oz’s band had had such a strange name, but it had somehow worked for them and still was now that they had a recording label. But Oz and Willow had been a lot closer in age. Their romance had made sense, especially once they’d discovered that Oz was a Werewolf. What kind of a band would be playing at the Bronze with one of its members dating her mother?!
Buffy huffed and leaned this way and that, trying to see through the mass of dancing bodies to the stage. When she caught sight of it, she noticed that they were all older guys than those who usually played at the Bronze. “Which one are you dating?” she called back to her mother.
“The lead singer!” She laughed. “You act like you don’t already know that he’s here!”
“What do you mean?” Buffy frowned, caught sight of the guy crooning into the mic, and froze. “OhmyGod!” she breathed out in a single, shocked gasp.
“What? Don’t tell me you didn’t know he plays and sings! He’s your Wa--”
Joyce cast a glance around them. “Your friend,” she corrected herself. “Your, huh, librarian. You’re the one who introduced us!”
“Yes. Yes, I was,” Buffy admitted, “but I didn’t think you’d date!”
“Rupert and I have a lot in common, sweetheart, besides you. Of course you’re the most important thing to us both.”
“Now this one goes out to a very special lady -- “ Giles stopped as his eyes caught sight of Buffy standing beside her mother.
Joyce turned back toward the stage and clasped her hands together in delight before her. “He’s going to sing my song!”
“Oh, this I am so not standing around for!” Buffy rolled her eyes, released her mother’s arm, and shoved her way back through the crowd. There was no way she was going to stand around while her Watcher made googly eyes at her mother from the stage!
But his crooning voice had her turning back around as she reached the door. She watched him sing, watched him almost make love to the microphone, and felt strange inside. She vaguely recalled Giles confessing to her that he had, at one time, dabbled in dark magic, but this wasn’t magic. Every woman in the place wasn’t going wild over him, and besides, her Giles wouldn’t do that kind of spell any longer. Her Giles, she thought. That was the problem here! He was supposed to be hers, not her mother’s!
She watched, transfixed, as he sang, and it seemed to her that he was singing to her rather than to her astonished mother. Still she wouldn’t fight her mother for him or for any man, but she would be there when his heart was broken. She stopped, considering again the thought that had just ran unbidden through her mind. Her mother would break Giles’ heart, she realized, nodding slowly. Their romance wasn’t a forever kind of deal. She was just in awe of him right now because he sang, played music, and was actually giving her attention in front of every teenager in Sunnydale, including herself.
And that was exactly why she shouldn’t care who Giles was dating, rather it was her mother or some other woman. There were too many years between them. He was her Watcher, not her boyfriend. She tended to go for the undead guys -- who also happened to be a couple of hundred years older than her. In opposition to Angel and Spike, Giles was actually far closer to her age than most of the guys she went with. She swallowed hard. It all seemed so obvious now. She wouldn’t fight her mother, but she would be there to pick up the pieces of her Watcher’s heart when her mother broke it. She sank wordlessly into a nearby chair. Dear Lord, and she thought her life had been complicated because she was the Slayer!