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punch_kicker15Title: Fragment from Borders of Night Start to Give
Author: punch_kicker15
Rating: PG/FRT
Characters: Giles, Willow
Timeframe: Between Becoming and Anne
Summary: AU. Willow has been receiving training in magic a bit earlier than in canon, and has also been trained in ethics of magic. She's got spells on her mind after the events of Becoming.
Word count: 436
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summer_of_giles, hopefully to become a completed multi-chapter fic soon.
"--so I tried a locator spell, and it just went kerflooey, and the light was everywhere on the map, and when I tried a globe, it lit up like Buffy was everywhere in the world."
Giles didn't look particularly surprised. "The Council's locator spells have had similar results. Her Slayer energies are somewhere, but the locator spells have them mirrored everywhere. No one can explain why. Some Watcher in training will probably get a thesis topic out of it. I'm afraid we'll have to rely on more mundane methods to find her."
Willow picked up her newspaper again. Nothing unusual in Portland, at least nothing that suggested that Buffy might be there.
Giles looked like he was about to nod off in front of his newspaper. He’d been doing that a lot lately. He probably wasn’t sleeping well, and maybe there was something she could do to help with that.
It was either blurt it out, or lose her nerve entirely. "Giles, I’ve been studying memory spells, and I wondered if you wanted to erase your memory. Of what Angelus did to you."
"Oh, for God's sake, no!" He looked angrier than she'd ever seen him.
She could feel tears welling up in her eyes. "What's the point of you remembering something like that? What did you learn from it? We've got forty-six volumes of the stuff Angelus did. We don't need another first-hand account of the badness."
For a moment, she thought he might yell at her again.
Then something seemed to shift, and he said quietly, "My memories are a part of me--and I want to hold onto all of them, even the terrible ones. The things I've experienced define me, and I won't wish them away. What I've learned is that I can endure something terrible, and survive it. And I'd rather not have anyone else poking around my mind."
She hadn't even thought about Drusilla. For someone who was supposed to be smart, she could be really be dense sometimes. "I'm sorry, Giles. I just wanted to help."
"You are helping. The patrolling, combing through the articles with me, all of that is helping. You don't need to do spells to help."
It didn't feel like it, not when they were getting only three out of ten vampires on their patrol, and they were sending Giles all around the country following leads that went nowhere. Giles was probably just trying to make her feel better.
It was so frustrating. She was learning a really amazing skill, and none of it was helping people the way she thought it would.
Author: punch_kicker15
Rating: PG/FRT
Characters: Giles, Willow
Timeframe: Between Becoming and Anne
Summary: AU. Willow has been receiving training in magic a bit earlier than in canon, and has also been trained in ethics of magic. She's got spells on her mind after the events of Becoming.
Word count: 436
Written for
summer_of_giles, hopefully to become a completed multi-chapter fic soon."--so I tried a locator spell, and it just went kerflooey, and the light was everywhere on the map, and when I tried a globe, it lit up like Buffy was everywhere in the world."
Giles didn't look particularly surprised. "The Council's locator spells have had similar results. Her Slayer energies are somewhere, but the locator spells have them mirrored everywhere. No one can explain why. Some Watcher in training will probably get a thesis topic out of it. I'm afraid we'll have to rely on more mundane methods to find her."
Willow picked up her newspaper again. Nothing unusual in Portland, at least nothing that suggested that Buffy might be there.
Giles looked like he was about to nod off in front of his newspaper. He’d been doing that a lot lately. He probably wasn’t sleeping well, and maybe there was something she could do to help with that.
It was either blurt it out, or lose her nerve entirely. "Giles, I’ve been studying memory spells, and I wondered if you wanted to erase your memory. Of what Angelus did to you."
"Oh, for God's sake, no!" He looked angrier than she'd ever seen him.
She could feel tears welling up in her eyes. "What's the point of you remembering something like that? What did you learn from it? We've got forty-six volumes of the stuff Angelus did. We don't need another first-hand account of the badness."
For a moment, she thought he might yell at her again.
Then something seemed to shift, and he said quietly, "My memories are a part of me--and I want to hold onto all of them, even the terrible ones. The things I've experienced define me, and I won't wish them away. What I've learned is that I can endure something terrible, and survive it. And I'd rather not have anyone else poking around my mind."
She hadn't even thought about Drusilla. For someone who was supposed to be smart, she could be really be dense sometimes. "I'm sorry, Giles. I just wanted to help."
"You are helping. The patrolling, combing through the articles with me, all of that is helping. You don't need to do spells to help."
It didn't feel like it, not when they were getting only three out of ten vampires on their patrol, and they were sending Giles all around the country following leads that went nowhere. Giles was probably just trying to make her feel better.
It was so frustrating. She was learning a really amazing skill, and none of it was helping people the way she thought it would.