Rock star

ROCK STAR

TITLE: Rock Star
AUTHOR: Anne
RATING: R
PAIRING: Buffy/Giles
FEEDBACK: Oh yes please!
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SUMMARY: What happened to Giles after he came back to London. Death and love.
DISTRIBUTION: Giles Rules Baby; Giles Naughty; A Slayer, a vampire a stevedore; BG fanfic adult; Together BG; The BG Zone; WatcherGirls; BG-fanfic; BuffyGiles Fanfiction Archive; USCL; Ucfic4BtVS; UCBTVSSMut. Great Buffy fics; Chosen Devotion. AFF. Net. Anyone else please ask first.
DISCLAIMER: The characters are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Sandollar Productions, Kuzui Enterprises, 20th Century Fox Television and the UPN Television Network. The story is written for the pleasure of the author and readers, and has no lucrative purpose whatsoever. Please do not reproduce this story anywhere without the author's consent.
SPOILERS: "Tabula Rasa"
TIMELINE: Season 6
WARNING: Non-graphic violence; character death.
NOTE: I dreamt this.

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Elisabeth Giles grabbed Quentin Travers' arm and tightened it. Her wrinkled face was flowing of tears.

"Do not take my son from me, Quentin. please! "

The High Chairman of the Council gently got free, his statement neutral. He shook his head.

"He abandoned his post, deserted, he must be judged by the High Committee Elisabeth."

"And you will condemn him to death!"

Travers sighed. "It is the law, Elisabeth. I cannot do anything about it. You know it as well as I." He beckoned to the two men of the Special Operations Unit of the Council. "Daniel, Finnegan, bring Mr. Giles here. If he resists, knock him out."

"Yes, Sir." Finnegan said.

They left the lounge to go into Rupert Giles' bedroom, located upstairs to place him under arrest.

"Quentin, you cannot execute Rupert!" Elisabeth said, by falling to her knees, begging. "You cannot! He left his Slayer for good reasons, he did not abandon his post, and he did not desert! He left his Slayer so that she could develop her self-assurance, so that she became independent, so that she became even stronger in order to be a better Slayer. Please do not take him. Rupert did nothing wrong!"

Travers nodded. "Yes, I understand, but it changes nothing to the fact that he abandoned his post, deserted."

"Sir! Sir! Please come here, quick!" Daniels suddenly exclaimed.


*


When Travers entered Rupert's bedroom, his nose was assailed by a strong smell, salty, metallic. He recognized the smell of blood. He then perceived Rupert sprawled on his bed, dressed in a tweed suit. His eyes were closed and he was very pale. His right hand hung off. His wrist was cut and beneath the hand, on the carpet was a pool of blood. There was a lot of blood too on the pillow under Rupert's head. He saw a dagger in the left hand of the dead man, because obviously Rupert was dead, emptied of his blood. By approaching the corpse he noticed a wound on his neck. Rupert had plunged the blade into it, cutting the external jugular.

"Oh my God!" Elisabeth moaned before rushing near the corpse of her younger son. "Oh my God! No! Nooooooo! »

She touched his cold face with a trembling hand and burst into tears against his immobile chest.

"Sir, we have found this message next to him." Daniels said stretching out a piece of paper to Travers.

The High Chairman of the Council took it, put his glasses on his nose and ten seconds later he read in a loud voice:

"I chose to commit suicide so as not to be judged, not to be condemned and executed for having abandoned my post, for desertion, because it is what awaits for me, I know it. I did not commit suicide by cowardice, I was never a coward (and I always was a good Watcher), but to avoid that my name is disgraced. By respect for my parents. By respect for my family. Mom forgive me please, I beg you. I love you, Rupert."

The old woman glared at Travers. "You didn't put the rope around his neck, but you killed Rupert Quentin!" She took Rupert's ice-cold hand and tightened it in hers. "I have a son left, and now I don't regret than he refused being a Watcher and that he changed his name, not wanting to be related in any way to the Council."
Travers gestured and Daniels and Finnegan left the room.

"I am sorry Elisabeth. Sincerely."

"Get out of here, Quentin!"

The old man Watcher went away. Elisabeth kissed the forehead of her dead younger son then picked up the receiver of the telephone placed on the bedside table. She dialed the phone number of her elder son. At the end of the third bell, a male voice said: "Hello?"

Elisabeth murmured in a voice choked by sorrow: "Ethan, it's your mother. Rupert is dead. He committed suicide. Please come here." She then moaned and passed out.


*


Ethan hung on the receiver, made a step, his face lost all composure and he collapsed on the floor. He glanced around him, haggard.

"Ethan! Oh God! Are you all right?" Erin asked, kneeling down near him, worried.

She cupped his face and quivered. His eyes were empty. Tears appeared in them.

"No, I'm not all right…" He whispered. He began crying. "Rupert… Rupert is dead. He-he committed suicide. I need to see my mother."

"Oh my God I'll take you there."


*


Ethan, pale, almost vomited seeing the corpse of his younger brother and all his blood spread around him. He came to kiss Rupert on his forehead then he lifted his mother, who sat at the edge of the bed and tightened her in his arms. He slowly rocked her to comfort her, if it was possible. Erin kissed the ice-cold cheek of her brother-in- law then covered his body with the bedspread.

"Poor Rupert…" She murmured, crying.

"What happened mother?" Ethan asked before leading the old woman to the corridor.

She explained everything to him.

"I didn't know he came back here." Ethan said. "He came back yesterday evening, late." She took Ethan by his arm. "Ethan I know that you cannot resuscitate Rupert by using magic, but you can use it to travel in time…"
Ethan nodded. "To prevent him from killing himself? No, I am rather going to prevent him from becoming a Watcher."


*
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Ethan-old suddenly materialized in the middle of the lounge of his former flat, where Ripper, Tom, Deirdre, Philip and Randall and he- young met every evening to do magic. This evening was the Big Evening. They had all tattooed the mark of Eyghon on their arms yesterday and Ripper was going to summon the demon. The Demon who later would seize Randall, would kill him and would then provoke the awareness of Ripper (magic is bad; never shall I use it again; I have summoned this demon; he killed Randall; it's my fault he's dead; I'm a murderer and I have to find a way to atone for my sins) and his departure from the group. To redeem himself, to be good and do good having been bad, and done bad things, he was going to become a Watcher.

Ripper and Ethan-young entered the room and seeing Ethan-old in front of them they froze on the spot.

"Ethan? It's you?" Ripper asked, astonished.

"Yes, it's me. I come from the future. I have to speak to you, it is very important."

Young Ethan came to face Ethan-old. " Hmmm I'm happy to see I aged well." He grinned. "Okay, I'm reassured. Once an old man I shall be always beautiful and dashing. Am I married? Did I have children? Am I a great sorcerer? Please tell me."

"I am married, but I have no children." Ethan-old revealed to his younger self. "At least not yet."

Ethan-young giggled. "Wow! Your wife is young then? Oh! Ethan! You're naughty!"

"And I'm a great sorcerer. The best!"

"Oh yesssss! That's wonderful news! I knew it! And Ripper? Tell me about him."

Ethan-old's face darkened. "He died."

Ripper opened his eyes wide in shock. He quivered. "What? I'm dead? How? What happened?"

"I don't have much time, the others should not delay arriving, and I'm not going to tell you 25 years of your life Ripper. I'm just going to ask you, no I'm going to order you to not summon Eyghon this evening. If you do it, Randall will die, then the demon will kill Tom, then Deirdre, then Philip, then he will try to kill me, and to kill you too … don't summon it! DON'T! All right?"

Ripper nodded, frightened. "Oh my God! Eyghon killed them all? No, no, I shall not summon it. But tell me how I died… and when."

"You committed suicide, early tonight, in my time period… One of the consequences from having summoned Eyghon. Don't do it Ripper!"

"No, I won't."

Ethan-old looked to his younger self. "And you either!"

Young Ethan shook his head. "No, I won't summon Eyghon I promise it to you."

He glanced at his younger brother. Ripper was pale and shaken.

"Oh my God! Ripper is dead…"

Ripper felt his knees wobble and he sat down on a chair. Ethan-old put a hand on his shoulder.

"One other thing, do not become a Watcher! Never! Do you hear?"

Ripper shook his head. "No, I don't intend to be a Watcher…" He frowned and raised his eyes towards Ethan-old. "Why do you say that to me? I became a Watcher? Is that right?"

The sorcerer nodded. "Yes, do not become a Watcher Ripper. Chose to be a singer. You love to write songs and to sing them don't you? Do you remember when you sang in these Soho pubs where you were very applauded. Very much appreciated." Ethan-old went to take the guitar, which was on the big table and stretched it out to Ripper. "You are very talented, and I know that you will be a great singer, a rock star."

Ripper smiled widely. "I can become a rock star?"

Ethan-old nodded. "Yes. I have to go now." He turned to Ethan- young. "A last thing Ethan be kind with your brother." His throat squeezed up. "I was not kind with him and I regret it now. I should have been able to love him instead of hating him, of making him suffer…" He began crying. "Love him, help him, and support him. Be a good elder brother. All right?"

"Yes, yes I will."

Ethan-old swept his tears with the back of his hand then chanted the spell of return and he dematerialized.


*


He materialized in Rupert's bedroom. Erin launched herself to him and kissed him.

"Oh! You're here." Ethan said wrapping his wife in his arms. "The future was not changed for us. I was afraid it would change. I was so afraid of losing you my love."

Erin smiled. "Oh! And if I had not been your wife anymore, I am sure that you would have gotten acquainted with me, would have seduced me, then made love to me and married me later. We are both bound, Ethan. We are linked one to another and it's for that reason we're still together."

Ethan grinned. "Hmm yes, supposing that you were unmarried. And even if you had been betrothed or married, I would have done what you said. You're so precious to me Erin, I love you so much."

"I too. If nothing has changed for us, love, for Rupert, everything has changed, look!"

He lowered his eyes towards his younger brother sprawled on his bed, on his back. He was only dressed in his boxers. He had his left hand resting on his guitar put on the mattress near him; with his right he held an empty bottle of Champagne. He slept.

"He's alive!" Ethan exclaimed. "I did it! Oh I'm good!"

"He's drunk apparently. He's sleeping it off. Rupert became a rock star Ethan, look at his trophies!"

The walls of the room were covered with concert posters given in all the big cities of the world, and with golden discs. In all of them was written the name "Ripper".

"Ah! I am so happy! I knew he would be a rock star! Oh God! He's alive. I need to talk to him."

Ethan sat down at the edge of the bed and shook his shoulder, Rupert moaned and groggily half-opened an eye.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm… I didn't see you at my concert in Hyde Park Ethan. Where were you old chum?"

Ethan smiled. "Erin and I were occupied." He lied. "You see what I mean old chap?"

"Hmm… you are lucky to have Erin Ethan…I-I have nobody in my life … I'm alone. So alone."
"I'm sure that one day you will meet the woman of your dreams, Ripper. I'm sure of it."
Ethan caressed Rupert's hair, as he had just fallen asleep again. Then Ethan got up, suddenly sad.

"Poor Rupert I absolutely need to find a woman for him. I don't want him to be this sad."

"Yes, but whom? One of his groupies?"


*


Ethan and Erin had left the room for five minutes when two persons materialized in the bedroom: a tall, brown haired man, middle aged and a fair, petite teenager.

"Ohmygod!" Buffy Summers breathed approaching "Ripper", approaching this icon. She raised her eyes towards Randall Hopkins, her Watcher. Tears of joy ran down on her cheeks. "It's the most beautiful birthday present which I have ever had!" She was radiant. "Thank you Randall."

"You are lucky that Rupert… that Ripper is my long time friend."

"And that you are a magician too." Buffy added. "Because otherwise I would never have been able to come here tonight, in his room and-and ohmigod! OHMIGOD! And see him half naked!" She sat down at the edge of the bed and held out a hand trembling with emotion towards the hairy chest of the man whom she adored, which she worshipped as if he were a god. "Oh! Whoa! He's so beautiful … I have heaps of photos of him stripped to the waist. But… He's real! I can touch him… Can I touch him Randall? Oh no! I can't He's going to wake up and-and I…"

Randall grinned. "You can touch him, Buffy. He's drunk and he's sleeping profoundly. He'll feel nothing. Go on!"

Buffy touched the skin of Ripper's stomach with her fingertips and suddenly there was a kind of flash of lightning. The Slayer pushed a shout more of surprise than pain and collapsed on the floor. Ripper arched, moaned and woke up with a start.

"Wow! What happened?" Buffy asked Randall, getting up.

"Who are you?" Ripper asked her sitting down on his bed. "What are you doing in my bedroom?"

"I brought her here, Ripper." Randall said.

Ripper turned to his old friend. "Randy! Hello old mate!"
"Hello Ripper. I'm pleased to see you again." He held out his hand towards Buffy. "This is Buffy Summers, my Slayer. She's one of your greatest fans! She adores you!"

Ripper blinked.

"What? You're a Slayer's Watcher? Oooh! Congratulations Randy! Since when?"

"For some months. I tried to call you Ripper, to tell you, but you were never at home."

"I'm busy."

Ripper turned to Buffy and observed her for a long time. She was very beautiful, adorable, and magnificent and he was attracted to her as if by an invisible force. He felt his heart making big jumps in his chest and his hands became sweaty. < I am in love! >

"Buffy wanted to see you, Ripper. You are her idol. Then for her birthday, I offered her some minutes in Ripper's bedroom."

"I am absolutely delighted."

Ripper got up and approached Buffy who shivered with pleasure when he took her hand. He reached out and gently ran a finger down her cheek. She leaned to his caress. She then traced his features: his brow, the bridge of his nose, and the outline of his lips. Ripper's hands closed behind Buffy's neck. His mouth moved to her collarbone, to her throat.

Moaning Buffy closed her eyes and succumbed to Ripper's sensual pull. She nuzzled her face into his chest and he rubbed his hands on her back, purring like a big cat. She felt the evidence of his arousal pressed against the juncture of her thighs. Her hand slid down to stroke him through his boxers. He groaned and moved in her hand. She lightly raked her nails up the backs of his thighs, over his buttocks and his lower back.

The kiss was sweet and sensuous. At first only the slightest brush of lips, it deepened into something intense, passionate. Buffy opened her mouth inviting Ripper in with sheer abandon. They suddenly felt a stream of energy passing between their bodies, sweet and warm, expanding to fill their flesh, their bones, and their minds. They felt their hearts pound with violent emotion, love, desire, all mingling into one overwhelming feeling. It was so pleasant that they closed their eyes with pleasure. Ripper put his arms around Buffy's back and tightened her against him, wanting to make her one with him. One body, one mind. Hugged together, tightly, they dived into a total blissful happiness. A golden light suddenly wrapped them.

Randall hurried to take out his notebook and his pencil from the pocket of his tweed jacket and noted in detail what happened: the Bonding. It was an exceptional event.
The golden light became more shining when Ripper and Buffy touched their foreheads with their hands.

Randall described the scene in his notebook. He had read somewhere that it was possible that a Watcher and Slayer could be bound together, melting their hearts and souls. He understood that Ripper (who would have himself become a Watcher) and Buffy had just gotten involved with one and other (heart to heart, soul to soul) and that from now on they were one. They were as two faces of a coin. Inseparable, bound forever. Form now on they could not live without the other one.

The bright golden light suddenly disappeared and Ripper and Buffy fell to their knees, both completely drained. Randall came to help them to sit down on the bed.

"Whoa! Mega whoa!" Buffy breathed.

She pinned Ripper on the mattress and kissed him, at the same time caressing his muscular shoulders.

"Oh! I love you Ripper! I love you so much!"

Ripper tightened her in his arms and returned her kiss, while caressing her buttocks.

"Oh! I love you too Buffy! Oh it's wonderful! It's magnificent! I'm so happy! Oh my Buffy!"

Randall hmmed. "It's time to return to Sunnydale, Buffy."

She shook her head. "No! No! I don't want to leave Ripper I cannot. He's a part of me."

"I'm going to come to live in Sunnydale." Ripper said. "We're going to live over there together. I shall stay near you."

Buffy frowned. "But your career?"

He smiled. "I'll give no more concerts than in Sunnydale. Don't worry about it."

Buffy kissed Ripper again and this time slid her hands into his boxers. He hissed and gasped.

"Well, I believe that I'm going to return to Sunnydale alone. Ripper will bring you back, by plane. Tomorrow."

He chanted the spell of return and disappeared.

"Tomorrow? Oh no! Not tomorrow, I have two exams, one in mathematics, the other one in English."

"Hmm well then, we shall not be on the plane tomorrow, but… in three days… All right Buffy?'

"Oh yes! That's perfect! It'll be the weekend and we can both stay in bed Ripper."

"Call me Rupert."

END