Season One
by Lost
Chapter Nine
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Chapter Nine
Back at the Bronze:
"They're not... You don't think they're..." Xander trailed off. Cordy simply stared at him, becoming even more pissed off that he would question her judgment about something of this nature. She may be cruel at times, but she was never dishonest.
"Figure it out for yourself Sherlock." She snapped back, storming out of the Bronze and leaving a trail of scared paying customers in her wake.
"Geez, what's with her Highness?" Buffy asked sarcastically a few seconds later. After their dance session being rudely interrupted, Buffy felt it was only necessary to come and see what was going on at the table that had caused the bitch attack.
"I dunno, something about..." he trailed off again. Willow started sipping her soda with her right hand, and slowly drawing circles with her left hand on Buffy's upper thigh. "Hey, you guys wouldn't happen to know any lesbians would you?" he asked suddenly. Willow nearly spit out her drink, and managed to hit her wrist loudly against the table as she yanked it away from Buffy's vicinity. They both quickly shook their head's negatively in unison. "Mhmm." As a slow song came oh he asked "Wanna dance?", in one more vain attempt. He saw Willow glance at her, as though her very life were hanging in the balance based on Buffy's answer.
"Actually I already promised this dance to Willow." She said, quickly taking the redhead's hand in her own and heading back out to the dance floor.
"Mhmm." He said as if his thoughts had been suddenly confirmed, and quickly left the Bronze, heading out the same door as Cordelia.
"Do you think he knows?" Willow asked, sounding somewhat anxious.
"It doesn't matter weather or not he knows. He'll know once he goes back to the Library."
At the Library:
"So, can I Dad?" The young girl asked again. Well, young isn't really the best word to describe her, she was after all nearly as old as the gang. Giles sighed in frustration.
"Where is it that you wanted to go?" he asked, his tone sounding clipped and straight to the point. He could hear Amy and Tara becoming more and more acquainted with one another in the next room.
"Out, as in to the coffee house or something?" the teenager asked again, sounding more exasperated. Giles glanced at his watch.
"Are you sure Faith? It's nearly ten. Shouldn't you be getting ready for bed, it is after all Friday night, maybe that way you could actually be awake for the debriefing tomorrow morning instead of sleeping through it once again. You know that the Council does not tolerate absences. Especially when they've sent you this far from home."
"Oh come on Dad, you know the only reason I'm here is because they couldn't handle me at that boring watcher's school, besides which you are my Father, that has to count for something doesn't it?"
"Yes, and I suppose they're probably thinking you're going through your rebellious stage as well," He muttered under his breath "too bad they don't know it's a stage." Giles said with some not so nice tones.
"Fine, I'll stay in...It's not like there's actually anything fun to do at a coffee house anyway." She said, and the next thing he heard was a dial tone. Giles sighed and set the receiver down, pinching the bridge on his nose. It had been a long day what with research over both the Master and Angelus, and he was more than ready for a bit of shut eye.
"So then we moved here." He heard the newer girl say, he was familiar with both of her parents when he was younger. Her father had gone to Oxford with him, however he hadn't heard from either of them in nearly ten years. Walking out of his office he turned towards Tara.
"How long has it been since you were in England?" He asked, rubbing his glasses as the girl turned to look at him.
"A good five years I suppose," she said, then turned to look at Amy. "We left right before John Merrick did." She gave a quick pause as she glanced back at Giles, letting the significance of her words sink in. He quit cleaning his glasses and placed them back on his face.
"Why?"