?

Log in

No account? Create an account

Previous Entry | Next Entry

FIC: Genuine Old British Guy Tea

Title: Genuine Old British Guy Tea
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters: Giles, Buffy
Word Count: ~320 words
Rating: G
Spoilers: Buffy S4 around "Something Blue," when Spike's still chained in Giles' bathtub

Disclaimer: None of these characters are belong to me. They are belong to Whedon, Greenwalt, ME, and co.

A/N: This is a wee ficlet about Giles when he is under the weather, written for dragonpaws when she was also under the weather.

Also, it has been remixed by nothorse into a lovely post-series, comics-compliant ficlet Bitter If Steeped Too Long (The Broken Orange Pekoe Remix).

~~~~~

The lie down hadn't helped at all. When Giles woke his head was still pounding, albeit at a somewhat slower tempo. His throat still ached. And, as he should have known, sleeping on the couch had put an entirely new stiffness in his neck.

"Giles?"

And startling halfway upright did his vertigo no good whatsoever. "Buffy." She hovered next to him with an expression of pert concern that made him close his eyes again. "Buffy, I haven't any instructions for you. I'm sure you'll do fine on patrol."

"And you're miserable, and I should therefore leave you alone."

"If you please." It was a good age at which to die, he thought. He'd be spared all the wretched elderly infirmities.

"Well, I'll just have to give this tea to someone else."

He opened his eyes again. "Tea?"

Yes, there was one of the ridiculous novelty mugs from Jenny in her hands, and yes, vapor did seem to be rising from it. "It's not that blasted bedtime tea your mother makes, is it?" The kind that came in small papery bags -- bloody Americans.

She gave him the mug. "Genuine old British guy tea." It was just a trifle too warm, but the heat soothed his hands. He pushed himself up just far enough to peer into the mug. It looked roughly the color yielded by his specially ordered Darjeeling blend. A few specks of what appeared to be tea leaves floated at the top. Tentatively he lifted it to his lips and sipped. It burned a bit going down, and it was just the right balance of bitter and sharp.

It tasted wonderful.

"However did you learn to make this?"

Buffy started to grin. "I told Spike he'd been away from England too long and didn't know how, and he told me exactly what to do."

He took another sip. Bliss. His throat, at least, felt just some tiny bit better. Then he frowned, which increased the throbbing. "And why is Spike so blessedly quiet?"

The grin widened. "I turned on the TV and then gagged him."

Real tea and a silent vampire. Perhaps he might mend after all.


~Finis

Comments

riccadonna
Oct. 25th, 2009 08:14 am (UTC)
I find this very pleasing because of the two different Buffy flavours: attentive and caring with Giles, to which end she's conned Spike into collaborating and then ruthlessly gagged him--but no, she hasn't been that bad either, because she did turn the TV on!
Mischievous Buffy is lovely.
snickfic
Oct. 25th, 2009 12:33 pm (UTC)
Mischievous Buffy is lovely.

She is indeed. I'm glad you enjoyed! This was supposed to be all about Buffy and Giles because those are the characters the person I wrote it for loves best, but as I told her I always have to know what Spike's up to in a story even if he doesn't actually appear. :)

Latest Month

November 2019
S M T W T F S
     12
3456789
10111213141516
17181920212223
24252627282930

Page Summary

Tags

Powered by LiveJournal.com