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Summary: While waiting in a London bar to meet with a new slayer, Giles encounters an odd woman who seems frighteningly familiar... A rare (from what I've seen) cross with Coupling

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Television > CouplingIgnotusFR1398,0000196,12419 Mar 0920 Mar 10Yes

Chains and Puppy Dog Eyes

Setting: BTVS Post-Chosen. Coupling, perhaps (perhaps, perhaps) around Season 2.
Notes: I was rewatching some episodes of Coupling recently when this idea popped into my head and wouldn't let go. A warning though: this won't be updated regularly. This is just something fun that I'll occasionally play with as ideas present themselves. And please, do let me know what you think!
Disclaimer: I own nothing whatsoever to do with either show represented here. Buffy is owned by the demigod Joss Whedon (and various other entities) and Coupling is owned by Stephen Moffat and the BBC (as far as I know).

Giles threaded his way through the light crowd gathered in the bar. He was supposed to be meeting a new slayer in the area, but she had called him on his mobile (how the others ever talked him into getting one of those bloody contraptions, he didn’t know), to say she couldn’t make it and to reschedule.

So he tried to take his leave of the noisy bar and head back to the London office. But on his way towards the door, someone bumped into him causing him to knock into a chair. The person at the table cursed, having spilled their drink.

“Oh, I'm terribly sorry,” he apologised, turning around.

“Don't worry about it.” The woman used a napkin to wipe up the remains of her drink while smiling up at him. “It was an accident. And besides, it was mostly ice left in the glass.”

Giles returned the smile but then his brow creased in thought. The tone of voice sounded vaguely familiar, as well as her overall demeanour. “H–have we met before? You seem rather familiar.”

“I don't believe so... I think I would have remembered meeting such a fine man.” Jane looked him up and down. “A bit on the older side, but I think a little salt and pepper makes a man look distinguished. Like an Oxford professor... and I've been a naughty school girl.”

“Uh, well, that's…” Giles wasn’t sure how to respond to the brazing words spoken by this woman.

“I've got an old school uniform if you'd like to see it? It came with a nice set of chains if that's your thing…”

“What... chains?” Giles' eyes widened as his mind made an unsettling association. “Drusilla!” he exclaimed.

“Drusilla? No, my name's Jane,” she replied in confusion. She turned thoughtful. “I do have a Great Aunt Drusilla, though she was born in the eighteen hundreds.”

“Great Aunt… Drusilla?” Giles repeated slowly. “Ah, well, I'm afraid I must be leaving now. Again, I'm sorry for knocking over your drink.” He beat a hasty retreat through the crowd, leaving a slightly disappointed Jane behind.

“Odd man,” she said to herself. “Great eyes though. Great big puppy dog eyes.”

“Who has puppy dog eyes?” Susan asked. She and Sally retook their seats, having had to use the restroom.

“Yes, do tell,” Sally said. “I’m becoming desperate enough that even a description of a man will do.”

“An older gentleman was just in here. He knocked over my drink and then mistook me for my Aunt Drusilla,” Jane replied.

“You have an Aunt named Drusilla?” Susan asked.

“Yes.” Jane smiled. “You might get to meet her actually. Last time we talked, she said she might be coming to London after finishing up some business in Los Angeles.”

Susan took a sip of the drink just placed before her by the waitress. “She sounds interesting, especially with a name like ‘Drusilla’.”

Sally nodded in agreement and commented, “Yes. Drusilla's certainly an interesting, if old-fashioned, name.”

Jane smirked. “Believe me, she's an old-fashioned woman.”
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