Giles Go Boom
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Giles was probably going to kill her. Okay, so maybe not kill, exactly, but there would be words. Words that would be so boring that she’d wish he would kill her. Well, maybe if she somehow convinced him that this whole thing wasn’t her fault, then he’d spare her. Because, truly, the faultage was not her own. She was just sitting at the bar, minding her own business, and talking to Willow on her cell phone when the girl approached her.
Apparently, the girl, Jo, had been following Buffy for some time now. And she had to give it to her, she was good because Buffy didn’t sense anything the entire time, though, her slayer sense was more in tune for demons and the like. She’d have to talk with someone about honing her human senses a little more. When the girl started questioning her about how she knew Giles, Buffy grew a little tense. In some circles, both demonic and human, Giles was seen as the ringleader and he was constantly sought out, so for this girl to be asking about how Buffy knew him put her on guard. ‘It’s none of your business.’
That’s what Buffy told Jo. And, maybe it was a little rude, but that didn’t mean Jo had to kick her chair out from under her! She tried to keep her cool, really she did, but Jo just wouldn’t stop. ‘If you can’t tell me why you need to see him, then I have no reason to tell you.’
Buffy decided, right then and there, that the Scoobies and, just about anyone affiliated with the Council should have code names or something. There was no telling just who would be listening in on their conversations, even someone like an annoying blonde with a man’s name.
Jo still refused to tell Buffy how she knew Giles, and Buffy refused to tell Jo about her relationship to her mentor. This resulted in Jo insulting Buffy, hoping to piss her off enough to say something, maybe even start a fight. So Buffy figured that maybe Jo was just a normal person who was looking for Giles, because most humans, and she was definitely human, did not pick a fight with a slayer. ‘Okay, listen; I’m not giving you the information this easily. So unless you expect a throw down, I suggest you leave.’
Somehow, Buffy wound up on the ground, holding her face. Now was so not the time to start a bitch fight, but if Jo kept coming, then Buffy would have to do something. And, as it turned out, she did keep coming. ‘Are you gonna start talking now?’
Oh, she talked all right. If Buffy had to guess, the quips she used that night were in the top 10 of “Buffy’s Best Quips”. Too bad Jo wasn’t a demon, and too bad she didn’t write any of them down for when she
did face a demon.
So maybe she went a little overboard in how she handled Jo. She did have a bad night earlier, and was still angry over everything that happened on her patrol, so Jo was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. She could have just used open fists and pulled back on her kicks. She also could have not used her fallen chair as a weapon and made use of the bar table itself.
Of course, she only realized she went too far when Jo was on the ground, blood on her head and a little too bruised. And that was why Giles might kill her. She was Buffy, co-head slayer and was supposed to be setting an example. So, after making sure the girl was all right, she set it, by talking.
“It’s been a bad night,” Buffy told her. “Sorry, about everything, but Giles is important to me. He’s my dad.”
And that was true, too. He wanted her to take care of Dawn when their mom died and she did. But, just in case something went wrong, Giles adopted them. Hank, as it turned it out, was all for it. He admitted to never really being a dad anyway. So, they kept their last names, but, on paper, they were a Giles.
“Your dad?” Jo asked after a pause.
“Not my birth father, but he’s my dad nonetheless,” she shrugged. “Why do you need to find him?”
After hearing her answer, Buffy fled from the bar, Jo in tow. If it was possible, Buffy sped more than she usually did to the Cleveland Council base. This news was just too pressing to not tell someone, especially Giles. She’d have to stop off in her room to get her camera so she could capture his face. She could show it at parties, or when he made her do something she just didn’t want to do.
“This is home,” Buffy told her once they parked. “Could be yours too, I guess.”
“Right,” Jo whispered as she stared the large building. This could be hers? It’d definitely be a step up from the Roadhouse. She followed after Buffy, where she showed her the kitchen to get some ice for her head. She wondered how the girl could hit so hard. The only hit she landed on her was a surprise one.
After making another stop in Buffy’s room, to pick up a camera, Jo found herself standing in front of an office. Buffy was standing next to her, grinning. “I don’t find the situation funny, but it’s Giles. It’s like a right that I do this.”
“Okay, sure,” Jo nodded as she pushed open the doors. Behind a desk sat an older man, and judging from the picture and information she had, she knew this was Rupert Giles.
“Buffy,” he smiled warmly. He noticed the young woman standing next to her. “I’m sorry, there are far too many slayers running about. Who might you be?”
“I’m not--” she shook her head. She didn’t know what a slayer was, but apparently, they were everywhere.
“Giles!” Buffy shouted as she smiled at him. “How come you didn’t tell me you have a niece? I guess she’d be step cousin now, huh?”
“Wha-?” He was vaguely aware of a bright flash of a camera going off. When he realized just who Jo was, he suddenly felt the Earth getting closer.
“Giles go boom,” Buffy sighed. “Should’ve brought my video camera.”