Ramifications of Stealing
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TITLE: Ramifications of Stealing
SUMMARY: Faith beats a certain tomb raider to a relic. Giles has to deal with the aftermath.
For Buffy: Set after Season Seven, set a few years in the future.
Tomb Raider (the movies) no spoilers really
RATING: FR-13 for a few choice curse words
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters in Buffy the Vampire Slayer and/or Angel the Series; they belong to Fox, the WB/UPN, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc. I do not own any of the characters in Tomb Raider; they belong to their creators (who I am too lazy at the current moment to look up). The most important thing is that I do not own any of these characters. I just "borrow" them for my own personal amusement and entertainment. However, the ideas, concepts, and original characters in this story are mine entirely. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission. Joss Whedon is God...
Comments, good or bad, are welcome.
“Um…Mr. Giles, you have a call on line one. The woman won’t tell me her name, but says that you should be expecting her call. She said that she is part of the Watcher’s Council…but I don’t recognize her voice or the number,” Karly's nervous voice filtered across the phone system in my office. I frowned slightly at the fact that the woman hadn’t identified herself, but it wasn’t so unusual that I not take the call.
“Thank you very much Karly. Please ask her to hold for a moment,” I replied and she quickly complied. I shut the file folder in front of me on my desk and took my glasses off, cleaning them for a moment before putting them back on. Who would have thought that I would be in charge of the Council after all these years. And that I would be stuck behind a desk, with a dreaded computer, doing the paperwork.
I pressed the button for line one and pleasantly greeted the person waiting to speak with me.
“Hello Rupert,” a very familiar sultry voice flowed through the speaker phone.
“It’s been awhile since you have graced me with your presence, Lady Croft,” I replied in turn.
“I thought we were beyond formalities, Mr. Giles,” she half-groaned.
“All right, Lara, it’s been awhile,” I stated, changing my greeting.
“Some of us do field work still,” she teased me.
“And being a full-time Watcher isn’t?” I was a little miffed even though I imagine she was just trying to get a rise out of me.
“I do suppose that is trying. Especially now with all the new girls,” she relented with a small sigh. “I met one of your girls two days ago, Rupert,” she added after a deliberate pause.
“Ah, so this is truly what the conversation was about. And I was told that Faith ran into some trouble procuring her item.”
“She took something I was after.”
“I do apologize, but that relic was needed to prevent an apocalypse,” I gently tried to break it to her.
“So, once you use it I’m sure you’d be more than willing to turn it over to me for safe keeping,” she quickly suggested and I could hear the anticipation in her voice of getting the relic into her possession.
“Yes…about that…it was um…damaged during our little triumph over evil,” I managed to get out, cutting down on my stammering more than i thought possible.
“Damaged? How damaged Rupert? Do you even have any idea of how much that thing is worth?” Lara yelled at me over the phone. The speakerphone kicked back a little feedback from the volume of her voice. I winced and sighed, loud enough for her to hear me.
“I thought you wanted to keep it for safe keeping, Lara? Value should be meaningless.”
“Rupert. You damaged the Eye of Galphor, what do you think I’m going to say? If it had been in my care it would have been safe.”
“Yes, it probably would be. But it wouldn’t matter with Hell on Earth now would it?” I snapped back at her, tired of her attempt at guilt-tripping me.
She sighed, a put out sigh, and took a deep breath. “No, I don’t suppose it would have done much good with the world flushed down the shitter,” she finally added.
“Besides it wasn’t as though we set out to break it. The real bitch is the Eye actually made it through the struggle. But Andrew gets really nervous in the face of impending doom and after his fuckup during the battle Dawn set about giving him a rather good seeing to. And…well the rest is as they say...history.”
“I see,” she answers but I know she doesn’t really.
“Is there anything else you rang about?” I ask her, hoping this will be the end of a bashing session from Lady Croft.
“Yes, actually there is, Rupert.”
“And…?” I prod. Getting things out of this woman is like pulling teeth.
“I have been going over Faith’s file. It seems that she is missing an official Watcher,” she commented.
“I’m acting as her Watcher, but you are correct. She hasn’t had an official Watcher since Mr. Wyndam-Pryce.”
“I think it’s about time I got involved, don’t you?”
“I think that would be an excellent choice, Lady Croft,” I told her with a smile on my face.
“Good, then I guess I’ll drop by the grounds tomorrow and meet my Slayer.”
“I’ll let you surprise her even. Shall I have tea waiting for you?”
“That would be lovely, Rupert.”
“Yes, well then I will see you tomorrow Lara.”
“And you,” Lara ended the call.
I turned off the speakerphone, ending the conversation completely. A small smile had stayed on my face at the situation Faith had unknowingly placed herself in. She was going to be in for one hell of a ride.