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Her Renewal
Title: Renewal
By: LadyForASH
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Takes place after season finale
Notes: This story is in response to feedback for His Purpose. You all wanted a sequel with a happier ending. Here it is!
Feedback: It encourages me to write b/g goodness. Ladyforash@aol.com
Disclaimer: As always, I own nothing, earn nothing, only wish I was half as talented as Joss and M.E., and only like to take these characters out and play every once in awhile.
Written: September 29, 2003
Buffy came home to her empty apartment, throwing her gym bag on to the couch. She couldn’t wait to hit the showers, letting the hot water wash away the stress of the long day. She checked her answering machine. No messages. Buffy frowned. She missed her sister and friends. Dawn now lived in L.A. with their father. After the destruction of Sunnydale, she wanted to try and form a better relationship with him. Buffy thought it was a good idea, but she missed her. She looked forward to their phone chats. Willow, Giles, and Xander went to Cleveland with Kennedy, Faith and Wood. They also phoned occasionally, but not enough as far as Buffy was concerned. She missed all of her friends terribly.
She especially missed Giles. As Buffy undressed and stood in the shower, she thought about him the most. He would be proud of her, she thought. She was doing well on her own. She was now the lead martial arts instructor at the community center in Oakley. She couldn’t leave her home state of California. And now that there were so many slayers in the world, she could rest easy knowing she wasn’t needed in Cleveland. Basically, she was retired now, and that felt nice if not lonely. And, well, boring. But she was succeeding on her own, and that is why she thought Giles would be proud.
She rarely talked to him. It hurt her too much. As she lathered her hair with shampoo, she pictured in her mind the slamming of the door. She had slammed the door in her Watcher’s face, and told him she could learn nothing more from him. She had been hurt, and angry, but she was oh so regretful now. And she had been wrong. Buffy knew that now. She was pretty sure he had forgiven her. He always did. But this time she couldn’t forgive herself.
Buffy finally emerged from the shower and threw some flannel pajamas on, then padded into the kitchen to fix a bowl of soup. She opened the can of chicken noodle and poured the contents into a bowl, then heated it up in the microwave. She also put on the teapot, and had a cup of English Breakfast tea, in honor of Giles.
After eating the soup and finishing off nearly the entire pot of tea, her depressed mood shifted into anger. “This was stupid,” she thought. “Why sit here all alone and be miserable? I’m Buffy, the retired Chosen One, THE best slayer ever. Yet, here I sit broken hearted, bored stiff, and lonely. And why? Because my partner isn’t here. My heart isn’t here. My life isn’t here, and there is no freaking action here!” Her decision made, she picked up the phone and called her work. She needed to put her family back together.
* * *
Giles was in research mode. He was thankful to have a task at hand that would keep him from slumber. Nights were the worst for him. That’s when he’d dream of her, in vivid fashion. It was always essentially the same, an erotic, passionate kind of fantasy dream. He’d come home, and she’d be there waiting for him. Or he’d be at the grocery store, and when he went out to the parking lot she’d be there waiting for him, leaning against his car. They’d carry on right then and there. The world fell away, and it was only he and his Buffy that remained, locked together forever. Then he’d wake up. Suddenly, he’d wake up and realize he was all alone. His Buffy wasn’t there. He’d remember what he had, and lost, and then he’d cry until there were no more tears left in him. He was a foolish old man.
He knew he should be happy for her. For the first time in her life, she was free to be whatever and whoever she wanted to be. She was free of her destiny. She was free of him. And she had earned that freedom. He was so proud of all that she had accomplished, and not just as her Watcher, but as a friend. She had grown into a beautiful, confident young lady. He knew she held a successful position back in California. She was on her own truly for the first time ever in her life, and she was thriving. That made him proud.
But it also hurt a little to know that she didn’t need him. Willow told him that he should be happy knowing that Buffy was successful due to his tutelage and friendship. She was standing on her own because of everything Giles had taught her. But he would just shake his head. Buffy taught him more than he ever could.
Willow and the rest of them had convinced him to stay in Cleveland. They wanted to rebuild the Watcher’s Council. It was true that the countless new slayers that now walked the Earth would need guidance like never before. And he was the last of the Watchers. He was helping to train Willow and Xander in that capacity. But he knew he could do just as much from England. But he stayed here, just to soak up any information on Buffy that he could. In England, he’d be remote, and essentially forgotten, and would be out of touch forever. He couldn’t bear that. At least here he could hear news of her, hear the others mention her name while gloating about their past escapades to the new slayers, and even possibly catch her voice on the telephone. She rarely called however, and she never phoned him. He was part of the past to her now.
He took off his glasses and rubbed his tired eyes. He fondly looked towards the bedroom door, frowned, then replaced his glasses. Last night’s dream had been the best, or worst, yet. He would fight sleep tonight. Giles turned the page of the ancient tome Willow had him studying. She had heard it had some passages relating to Cleveland’s Hellmouth, but so far he had found little of help to them in it. His mind continued to wander, and his eyelids became heavier and heavier.
A knock sounded at the door, breaking him from his reverie. He yawned and glanced down at his watch. It was after ten in the evening. Who could that be at his door? Willow and the gang would just bound in like normal.
He paused right before opening it. It couldn’t be? Could it? He felt her there. His Buffy. No, it had to be wishful thinking. Slowly he opened the door. And there she stood.
“Hi Giles.” She smiled coyly at him. His breath caught. “Buffy? Is it really you?”
“Of course it is, you big dope.” She threw herself into his arms. “I missed you Giles. I’ve missed you so much. I had to come. I’m not me, without you. Please don’t be mad or disappointed in me.” Her voice began to waver, and tears were slowly falling down her face.
“Oh God, Buffy.” He held her tightly to him, kicked the door shut with his foot, and held her. He just held her, until both their faces were streaked tea tears. After he had composed himself, he whispered in her ear, “I could never be mad at you, Buffy. Not ever. I’ve missed you too.”
She pulled back a bit, but didn’t leave his embrace. “I’m sorry that I had to come. I mean, I know you wanted me to be strong, and I have been. I’ve got a great job, and a great apartment, and my life is just…..just…..boring and lonely and I miss you. You are my family Giles, all of you are, but you most of all. I love you, Giles. And I have to be with you.” She looked at him expectantly.
He lost himself in her eyes. “Buffy, you nave no idea how much I’ve missed you too.” He bent down and brushed his lips against hers before uttering, “And I love you too.” The kiss was sweet. Better than any dream Giles had ever had. When they finally had to come up for air, Buffy smiled up at him. “Does that mean I can stay?” He guffawed, picked her up over his shoulder, and as she squealed with delight, he carried her to his bedroom.
He would have a sleepless night after all.
The End
By: LadyForASH
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Takes place after season finale
Notes: This story is in response to feedback for His Purpose. You all wanted a sequel with a happier ending. Here it is!
Feedback: It encourages me to write b/g goodness. Ladyforash@aol.com
Disclaimer: As always, I own nothing, earn nothing, only wish I was half as talented as Joss and M.E., and only like to take these characters out and play every once in awhile.
Written: September 29, 2003
Buffy came home to her empty apartment, throwing her gym bag on to the couch. She couldn’t wait to hit the showers, letting the hot water wash away the stress of the long day. She checked her answering machine. No messages. Buffy frowned. She missed her sister and friends. Dawn now lived in L.A. with their father. After the destruction of Sunnydale, she wanted to try and form a better relationship with him. Buffy thought it was a good idea, but she missed her. She looked forward to their phone chats. Willow, Giles, and Xander went to Cleveland with Kennedy, Faith and Wood. They also phoned occasionally, but not enough as far as Buffy was concerned. She missed all of her friends terribly.
She especially missed Giles. As Buffy undressed and stood in the shower, she thought about him the most. He would be proud of her, she thought. She was doing well on her own. She was now the lead martial arts instructor at the community center in Oakley. She couldn’t leave her home state of California. And now that there were so many slayers in the world, she could rest easy knowing she wasn’t needed in Cleveland. Basically, she was retired now, and that felt nice if not lonely. And, well, boring. But she was succeeding on her own, and that is why she thought Giles would be proud.
She rarely talked to him. It hurt her too much. As she lathered her hair with shampoo, she pictured in her mind the slamming of the door. She had slammed the door in her Watcher’s face, and told him she could learn nothing more from him. She had been hurt, and angry, but she was oh so regretful now. And she had been wrong. Buffy knew that now. She was pretty sure he had forgiven her. He always did. But this time she couldn’t forgive herself.
Buffy finally emerged from the shower and threw some flannel pajamas on, then padded into the kitchen to fix a bowl of soup. She opened the can of chicken noodle and poured the contents into a bowl, then heated it up in the microwave. She also put on the teapot, and had a cup of English Breakfast tea, in honor of Giles.
After eating the soup and finishing off nearly the entire pot of tea, her depressed mood shifted into anger. “This was stupid,” she thought. “Why sit here all alone and be miserable? I’m Buffy, the retired Chosen One, THE best slayer ever. Yet, here I sit broken hearted, bored stiff, and lonely. And why? Because my partner isn’t here. My heart isn’t here. My life isn’t here, and there is no freaking action here!” Her decision made, she picked up the phone and called her work. She needed to put her family back together.
* * *
Giles was in research mode. He was thankful to have a task at hand that would keep him from slumber. Nights were the worst for him. That’s when he’d dream of her, in vivid fashion. It was always essentially the same, an erotic, passionate kind of fantasy dream. He’d come home, and she’d be there waiting for him. Or he’d be at the grocery store, and when he went out to the parking lot she’d be there waiting for him, leaning against his car. They’d carry on right then and there. The world fell away, and it was only he and his Buffy that remained, locked together forever. Then he’d wake up. Suddenly, he’d wake up and realize he was all alone. His Buffy wasn’t there. He’d remember what he had, and lost, and then he’d cry until there were no more tears left in him. He was a foolish old man.
He knew he should be happy for her. For the first time in her life, she was free to be whatever and whoever she wanted to be. She was free of her destiny. She was free of him. And she had earned that freedom. He was so proud of all that she had accomplished, and not just as her Watcher, but as a friend. She had grown into a beautiful, confident young lady. He knew she held a successful position back in California. She was on her own truly for the first time ever in her life, and she was thriving. That made him proud.
But it also hurt a little to know that she didn’t need him. Willow told him that he should be happy knowing that Buffy was successful due to his tutelage and friendship. She was standing on her own because of everything Giles had taught her. But he would just shake his head. Buffy taught him more than he ever could.
Willow and the rest of them had convinced him to stay in Cleveland. They wanted to rebuild the Watcher’s Council. It was true that the countless new slayers that now walked the Earth would need guidance like never before. And he was the last of the Watchers. He was helping to train Willow and Xander in that capacity. But he knew he could do just as much from England. But he stayed here, just to soak up any information on Buffy that he could. In England, he’d be remote, and essentially forgotten, and would be out of touch forever. He couldn’t bear that. At least here he could hear news of her, hear the others mention her name while gloating about their past escapades to the new slayers, and even possibly catch her voice on the telephone. She rarely called however, and she never phoned him. He was part of the past to her now.
He took off his glasses and rubbed his tired eyes. He fondly looked towards the bedroom door, frowned, then replaced his glasses. Last night’s dream had been the best, or worst, yet. He would fight sleep tonight. Giles turned the page of the ancient tome Willow had him studying. She had heard it had some passages relating to Cleveland’s Hellmouth, but so far he had found little of help to them in it. His mind continued to wander, and his eyelids became heavier and heavier.
A knock sounded at the door, breaking him from his reverie. He yawned and glanced down at his watch. It was after ten in the evening. Who could that be at his door? Willow and the gang would just bound in like normal.
He paused right before opening it. It couldn’t be? Could it? He felt her there. His Buffy. No, it had to be wishful thinking. Slowly he opened the door. And there she stood.
“Hi Giles.” She smiled coyly at him. His breath caught. “Buffy? Is it really you?”
“Of course it is, you big dope.” She threw herself into his arms. “I missed you Giles. I’ve missed you so much. I had to come. I’m not me, without you. Please don’t be mad or disappointed in me.” Her voice began to waver, and tears were slowly falling down her face.
“Oh God, Buffy.” He held her tightly to him, kicked the door shut with his foot, and held her. He just held her, until both their faces were streaked tea tears. After he had composed himself, he whispered in her ear, “I could never be mad at you, Buffy. Not ever. I’ve missed you too.”
She pulled back a bit, but didn’t leave his embrace. “I’m sorry that I had to come. I mean, I know you wanted me to be strong, and I have been. I’ve got a great job, and a great apartment, and my life is just…..just…..boring and lonely and I miss you. You are my family Giles, all of you are, but you most of all. I love you, Giles. And I have to be with you.” She looked at him expectantly.
He lost himself in her eyes. “Buffy, you nave no idea how much I’ve missed you too.” He bent down and brushed his lips against hers before uttering, “And I love you too.” The kiss was sweet. Better than any dream Giles had ever had. When they finally had to come up for air, Buffy smiled up at him. “Does that mean I can stay?” He guffawed, picked her up over his shoulder, and as she squealed with delight, he carried her to his bedroom.
He would have a sleepless night after all.
The End