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Summary: Giles doesn't know where he is or his part. Cross: Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead; 20 min with Giles

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Title: Role
Author: Effie
Crossover: Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead

Disclaimer: I do not own Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, although public domain now, they originally belonged to William Shakespeare due to Hamlet but appeared in Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead, both a movie and play, which belongs to Tom Stoppard. Buffy belongs to JW and several other companies who are not me.


Rupert Giles looked around himself. He could not recall exactly how he had gotten to where ever he was. Where ever appeared to be a castle.

Realizing that he was on the ground, he lifted himself up. There was a light layer of dust on him. The Watcher would have started dusting himself off, if just for the sake of dusting, had he not heard footsteps approaching.

The footsteps came from two men. Upon seeing him, they stopped.

“Hello,” One of them greeted brightly. The other standing next to him looked unhappy that Giles had just been greeted.

“Yes, hello.” Giles responded. “I’m sorry to ask but do you know where I am?”

“Yes, we would but it would appear that I believe you already know although you deny it. Unless we ourselves are mistaken.” The second man answered. “Syllogism: One, we, him being Rosencrantz and I Guildenstern,” The man paused as if checking his own identity with Rosencrantz. “know are location. Two, yet you were here before us. Three, being here before us, you must know where you are. So, you being here before use must know where you are and we do not.” Guildenstern finished.

“I am afraid I don’t know where I am though.”

“So we do not either.” Rosencrantz answered carefully.

Giles sighed. “Where did you think you were then?” Giles asked, voice frustrated.

“In a castle of course.” Rosencrantz answered. Guildenstern turned to his companion rather angrily.

“Of course we’re in a castle! Any man with eyes could see that! Unless that man were blind of course, in which case he would not see the castle.”

Rosencrantz turned and glared. “I was merely stating that we were in a castle. That is were I think we were—are.” Guildenstern turned away looking angry before spitting out.

“It is more accurate to say that we are in a castle within Denmark.”

“Denmark?” Giles asked wondering why he could understand them at all since he was certain he could not speak a word of the language.

“Yes, a castle in Denmark. Were you sent for too?” Rosencrantz asked. Seeming to have forgotten his anger at Guildenstern.

“No, I wasn’t,” Giles paused. “At least, I don’t think so.”

“Then what is your role?” A sudden new comer asked.

“My role?” Giles asked. The Player, the leader of a group of actors, glared at him.

“Yes! You must have a role!”

“I don’t,” Giles feebly defended. He stopped, thinking. “Although I am-- was a Watcher.”

The Player sighed. “That won’t do at all. How can you watch when you aren’t watching?” The man grabbed him. “You either have a role or watch. You cannot do both.” Hauling him, Giles found that he could not break free of the man’s grasp. He looked down and suddenly saw that he was on the edge of a stage.

He felt a push and fell. He caught himself uneasily. “Now you are a Watcher.” The Player called before turning to Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.

Giles turned around and found he was not staring at a castle in Denmark but a stage.

My answer to 20 minutes with Giles. I’m sorry if this wasn’t up to par with the original play but I tried in 20 minutes.

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