With This Ring

by: Rari Coss

Rated R


E-MAIL ADDRESS: RariCoss1956@yahoo.com
SPOILER WARNING: Some Angel spoilage, Dru and Darla stuff, sorry I don't know the names of those episodes
RATING: R for scary stuff and some serious cussing when Paul gets really angry and a few naughty bits
PAIRING: B/G
DISTRIBUTION: Gabi, Nikki, Dee, Dword
DISCLAIMER: It all belongs to Joss, the WB, UPN, Fox, Mutant Enemy and anybody else who feels they own it. I'm just borrowing, lost in admiration, and then giving them back, memories wiped clean.
SUMMARY: The wedding. Or maybe not. Trouble's in town.
NOTES: Seventh in the Paul and Roger Universe. This is an AU, but the ages correspond. Buffy just turned 21, Joyce has died, but there was no Glory so no Dawn, and none of the season 3 stuff has happened in Angel
FEEDBACK: Absolutely.
THANKS: To Morrwen, one of her twisted plot bunnies gave me this idea. And a huge special thanks to Gileswench who acted as the bridal consultant for this story with a little assistance from Ultimatewedding.com. And thanks to Lori Ann for all the continuity help, Ruth for keeping Giles British and Deb for her keen editing eye.

Thursday evening:

Cordelia scrunched up her face as Angel swept out of the hotel lobby. She turned to Wes. "Okay, is it just me or is Angel starting to get a little creepy again?"

Wes let out a sigh. "I'm afraid it's not just you. He's beginning to act like he did when he…"

Cordelia finished. "…when he let all those lawyers die. When Drusilla and Darla were around."

Wes' lips tightened. "Indeed." Wes pushed his glasses up. "I don't know what's setting him off."

Cordelia snorted. "I know exactly what set him off." She walked over to the counter where Wes was standing and she tapped a buff colored envelope.

Wes grimaced. "The wedding invitation."

"Yes, the wedding invitation." Her eyes looked at the door again. "He can't handle it. He can't handle that she's marrying someone else, even if it is Giles."

"He seemed so calm that they were together when we were up there at Halloween."

"I know." She picked up the invitation and waved it in the air. "But this isn't all right. I mean it's clear as day when you see them that they belong together, but as long as they weren't married I guess he had this little part of him that could hope that one day…"

Wes took the envelope from her and opened it, pulling out the actual invitation. "I can hardly believe it myself. Buffy and Giles." He smiled crookedly. "Not that I should be surprised, it was the two of them against the world from the moment I met them, certainly the two of them against me."

Cordelia grinned. "My jaw almost dropped when I finally figured it out but once I did it made so much sense." She touched the invitation. "One week. A week from tomorrow and she'll be Mrs. Giles." Cordelia made a face. "Will she still call him Giles? That will be kind of weird."

Wes looked at Cordelia. "I'll tell you something else that Angel isn't crazy about."

"What?"

"You and Paul."

Cordelia winced. "I know. Those two are a little bit like oil and water. Paul can't stand him."

"I think Angel's afraid he'll take you away from him, and he's Giles' best friend so it's as if…"

"…Giles wins twice." Cordelia let out a deep breath. "I know but…"

Wes smiled kindly at her. "You like him."

"I do. I like him a lot."

"I like him too. I like that Roger bloke as well and his friend Linda. This new work they're doing with that man from the Council is very exciting."

Cordelia nodded. "John Drinan. He's great too. I met him when I was up there last weekend. The new lab is almost done. Linda is beside herself. And both Buffy and Spike have allowed themselves to be total guinea pigs for the cause."

Wes shook his head. "Pretty amazing that Buffy's allowing that at all considering what she's just been through."

"Well Buffy was always bounce back girl."

Wes pursed his lips as he considered Cordelia. "Would you move up there? If he asked you to?"

Cordelia sighed. "No, how can I? You guys need me here, I'm vision girl."

"Of course you are Cordelia but people move on, especially when they fall in love."

"Well, right now the answer is no. And he hasn't asked so let's not cross that bridge yet. I'm more worried about Angel. Do you think he'll be okay?"

"I don't know. I suppose I should talk to him."

Cordelia put her hand gently on Wes' arm. "Do me a favor, have a cross in your pocket when you do."

Wes looked at Cordelia with some concern. "You don't actually think he'd harm one of us, do you?"

Cordelia had been listening to Paul too much about the subject. "I don't know that either. I don't know if he's just going into a mega brood to end all broods or if something creepier is going on." She scrunched her face up again. "Should I call Buffy and warn her? I mean if he really…if he did…he'd…" She couldn't even finish her sentence.

Wes shook his head. "No, I don't believe he'll harm anyone. He still has a soul. It's not as if he's gone to work for Wolfram and Hart. Let's just watch him and if he gets any worse then maybe we should call."

Cordelia hesitated for a minute and then nodded her head. "Okay. Besides I'm going up there tomorrow for Buffy's shower, so if he's heading up there I'll have front row seats."

Wes winced. "Let's hope that doesn't happen."

Cordelia sighed one last time. "No kidding. Well, I'm heading home. Dennis will be pouring my bath any minute." She stretched, looking forward to a nice hot soak. "Goodnight, Wes."

"Goodnight, Cordelia."


***
Angel sat hunched at the bar, a few drinks to the worse. He could feel the dark gathering in him and he was tired of fighting it. He knew he should be meditating, or at least working off some of these feelings by finding something evil to kill. He knew the worst thing he could be doing was sitting here, drinking, letting it build inside but he couldn't seem to help it, pushed past the point of caring.

He forgot sometimes. Wrapped in the comfort of friends and the semblance of a real life he could forget that he was a demon. The soul made him care, but it was times like this that reminded him that the demon was always there, right beneath the surface, wanting to break out, to hurt, to kill. And he knew who he wanted to hurt now.

He'd known they were together, he'd seen them. But when he'd seen that wedding invitation something had let go inside. Angel couldn't get the image of them out of his head, the image of Giles holding her, touching her, on top of her, in her, her legs wrapped around him. Angel's fingers were clasping the bar so tightly that he left a slight indentation. His thoughts were merciless. He couldn't stand that Giles would be the one she turned to in all things. That Giles would be the one she would marry and cleave herself to. Angel had thought that he had moved past it, that he had moved past Buffy, but it was clear that he hadn't. Not even close, maybe not ever.

He could still remember torturing Giles when he had lost his soul. Things had been foggy at first but it had all come back. After all, that was part of the curse. To remember everything. A part of him wished he was back there now. If he'd killed Giles then, none of this would be happening now. Angel took a long swallow of his whiskey. Missed opportunities. He ordered another drink.

Next Friday they'd be married. The wedding was being considerately held in the evening so he and Spike could attend. So thoughtful of them. Angel had to fight to keep his human face on. He had no intention of going. If he saw Giles and Buffy together right now, saw them pledging themselves to each other, he'd lose it completely and instead of a celebration, there'd be a funeral. Maybe a couple of them. Possibly his own if someone got lucky, but at least he'd take Giles with him. So, best just to stay away. He took another sip.

And if anyone got lucky it would be Paul. Angel could feel Paul watching him whenever he was around. He knew that someone had told him what he'd done when he was Angelus. Paul would be easy prey but there was no doubt that he would stand between him and Giles. It would give everyone else that extra second to…Angel shook his head, alarmed at where his thoughts kept taking him. And yet there was a comfort in allowing those thoughts free rein, a seductive pathway that he'd denied himself for so long.

Angel wondered if there was any chance that Buffy still had feelings for him, if it was just the curse that was keeping her away. That perhaps she was settling on Giles because he, Angel was unavailable. He could understand that. It was certainly all he'd done. Anyone he'd looked at had been a substitute for Buffy. He would even be okay with this wedding if he knew it was a farce, if he knew that Buffy still loved him, that she still wanted him, that when she gave herself to Giles that he was merely a substitute for the vampire she still longed for. The need to know, to reassure himself grew strong.

Angel felt arms wrap around him from behind before he even sensed anyone there. A feminine voice crooned in his ear as her hands caressed his chest. "You were so very naughty."

Angel put his hands on top of hers to stop their movement. "Dru. When did you get back in town?"

She seductively moved around him until she was standing between his bar stool and the one next to him, her body inches from his. "Did you like it? Did you like seeing me dance in the flames?" She morphed into her vampire face and hissed at Angel. "Did you like watching me burn?" One hand moved again, rubbing over his nipples.

"Stop that, Dru."

"We have to fix the world again, my sweet. It's all dark and hazy. The stars won't even show their faces."

"What are you talking about?"

"She stole my Spike from me. It's not right. It's not right for her to be happy." Her hand started to move lower and again he stopped her.

Angel could feel his demon mocking him as he spoke, feel the darkness inside. "There's nothing we can do about it. I'm not hurting Buffy." He hated to say it but he forced himself to, "…or Giles." He still hadn't turned to face Drusilla.

Drusilla leaned in closer. "Don't want to hurt the sweet Watcher with lips like cherries and a tongue so warm and strong." She licked the side of Angel's face from his jaw to his temple. "Not like that, not with pain, not with blood."

"Dru, what are you talking about?"

She held out her hand. Resting in her palm were two vials filled with a yellowish powder. She placed them on the bar. "Look, someone gave me a present." Drusilla held up two fingers and undulated them in front of his eyes. She crooned softly to him.

Angel grabbed her hand and lowered it. "That doesn't work on me, you can't hypnotize me like you can your human prey."

She smiled coquettishly at him. "No, my dark Angel, it's not for you."

"Who's it for then?"

"I want to kiss him again." She hummed softly to herself, her eyes closed as if she was lost in her memories.

Angel turned and faced her. "You want to hypnotize Giles again?"

Dru slid between his legs. She lifted her fingers and waved them in front of his face again. "I want to make him mine."

"By hypnotizing him?"

"By making him forget. By making him forget her so he'll kiss me." She ran her tongue over her bottom lip.

"You can make him forget?"

Dru let out a drunken sounding laugh. "We can make him forget." She leaned in and whispered in his ear. "You know where he is. You know how to get him for me."

"What can we make him forget?" Angel smiled at the thought of a Giles who didn't remember being in love with Buffy, a Giles who had no memory of his new friends.

Dru smiled and drew a circle counter clockwise on the bar, over and over again. "I'll turn the clock backwards until you tell me to stop."

"Will it be permanent?" He scooped the vials off the bar.

She shook her head sadly. "No, it's just a game. Just a game to make it the way it was for a little while."

Angel smiled. Maybe it would be long enough. Long enough for him to talk to Buffy, find out how she was really feeling.

At his smile Dru let out another laugh. "You like this game, don't you? Won't it be a lovely one?" She wet one of her fingers with her tongue and used it to wet Angel's lips. "We'll make the stars sing again. But don't worry. If they grow dark again we can always play another game."

Angel gave into the temptation and kissed Drusilla, biting her lips hard enough to draw blood. She pulled her head away delighted, licking her lips, tasting her blood. Angel looked at her. "Just a game?" The darkness within him grew and he smiled. "And what's wrong with a game between friends, right?"

Dru smiled back. "Maybe Spike will want to play."

Angel shook his head. "No, Spike won't want to play. You can't go anywhere near him."

Dru hissed again. "She stole him from me. My beautiful Spike."

Angel didn't want to talk about Spike. Looking down at the vials in his hand he spoke. "We'll need a dart gun."

She let out a sultry laugh. "I knew you were the one. I knew you would help me." Running her hand down his chest again she cooed at him. "Hurry now, we mustn't keep the stars waiting."

Angel nodded. "I'll be back in an hour. Be ready." She stood there, her body weaving a little, a dreamy look on her face. He left her standing there as he headed back to the hotel.


***
Buffy lay in bed, her head on Giles' belly as she admired her engagement ring again. Giles softly laughed and Buffy turned to kiss his stomach. She glanced up at him, grinning. "I can't help it, I love it so much."

"I think you love that ring more than you love me."

"Ha ha. Don't get me wrong, the diamond is gorgeous but it's what it means that makes me love it." She scooted up in bed and pressed her lips against his. "It's you loving me, that's what it means. With a really, really big diamond."

Giles hugged her tightly. "You are worth a dozen really big diamonds." He reached for her hand and looked at her ring. "That ring on your finger, it tells me that you're mine. That in one week you will be my wife." He let out a quick laugh.

Buffy gave him a lopsided smile. "What?" She frowned. "You find something amusing in that thought, mister?" Buffy sent him a mock glare.

"No, I find something unbelievable in that thought. I still can't believe it sometimes. You'd think I'd be used to it by now but I'm not."

She kissed him again. "It hasn't really been that long." She started counting off. "Just a little over six months." She smiled at him, sighing. "But I know what you mean. Married. You and me. Can you imagine if someone had told us that when we first met, that we'd end up getting married?"

Giles snorted. "You'd have run retching for the bathroom and I'd…"

"You'd what?"

"I'd have had visions of metal bars or deportation."

She looked at him. "Did you think about me that way at all? You know, when I was in high school. Did you ever wonder?"

"Would you feel quite pleased with yourself if I said yes?"

Buffy grinned. "Uh huh."

Giles chuckled. "I suppose the thought crossed my mind every now and then, when you'd show up in those dresses of yours that were so short they made me nervous. But I tried very hard not to. It would have been wildly inappropriate, not to mention illegal."

"Don't you want to know if it ever crossed my mind?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I already know the answer. You thought I was very, very old, in addition to all the other charming adjectives you used to describe me."

"So shoot me. I was stupid." She looked at him, daring him to ask.

Giles let out a sigh. "So, did it ever cross your mind?" He winced, not really wanting to hear her answer.

Buffy kissed him again. "Yup."

Giles' eyebrows rose. "When?"

"When you stuck that sword in the mayor for me."

Giles grinned. "Really?"

"Yup and that night in the car, after Angel got turned and you were so wonderful to me. Just for a minute I wondered what it would have been like if I'd slept with you instead of Angel." She sighed unhappily. "I wish I had."

Giles held her tightly but shook his head. "While I can certainly say that I wished you had never slept with Angel, you were still far too young for me to sleep with, and I don't imagine that would have ended particularly well either."

"I'm sorry I did sleep with him. I'm sorry about so many things."

Giles touched her cheek. "Buffy, I never would have asked my question if I thought it would end up making you feel so sad. That was a long time ago, the things he did, the pain he caused. And as odd as it is to say, I'm glad it happened, not what he did to Jenny but what he did to me."

"How can you say that?"

He glanced over his shoulder. "If I didn't have these scars, I don't know that we ever would have ended up together. In a certain light, Angel is responsible for us being together, for being in love."

Buffy looked at her cuticles for a minute. "Do you think if Angel hadn't killed Jenny that you'd still be together?"

"Oh Buffy. How can I answer that? Would you still be with Riley if he hadn't left? All I can tell you is what I had with Jenny pales in comparison to what I feel for you. And I would have missed out on so much if she and I had stayed together." He stroked her hair. "I'd like to believe that eventually we'd have worked it out, you and I, that we belong together."

Buffy repeated his words. "That we belong together." She smiled softly at him. "You know, now, looking back, I can see that we always did belong together. You and me, like salt and peppershakers. Slayer and Watcher."

Giles lifted her hand again and kissed her ring. "Husband and wife."

Again she repeated his words. "Husband and wife." Her voice was reverent. She growled all of a sudden.

Giles looked at her in some surprise. "Buffy?"

"Somehow the thought of that makes me want you, a lot."

A slow delighted grin formed on his face. "So come and take me."

She grinned back. "You know what? I think I will." Moving to straddle Giles' body she leaned down to kiss him.


***

Friday dusk:

As Giles locked up the shop his thoughts were on Buffy. Willow had thrown Buffy her bridal shower this afternoon over at Roger and Linda's. Willow had decided to hold it in the afternoon to keep the possibility of anything evil from disturbing it to a minimum. It would be wrapping up by the time he got home.

Giles was hoping that the wedding would go undisturbed as well. They knew they'd taken a chance sending wedding invitations out. If any of them ended up in the wrong hands there'd be hell to pay, literally, if someone took the wrong kind of interest in it. They were all keeping their fingers crossed.

Giles headed out the back door and locked it behind him. Fumbling for his car key in the dark he neglected to look around. Giles felt something sharp pierce his shoulder. He turned and could just see the dart. He reached behind him and yanked it out, moving quickly to hide behind his car. Keys still in hand he felt them, trying to identify the car key. Staying hidden he looked across the street, straining to see who had attacked him. His vision was beginning to blur but he could just make out the outlines of two people.

Giles dropped the keys, his fingers growing nerveless. Grasping for them he fell on his knees. He could hear footsteps approaching from across the street. He tried again to see who it was but the drug overwhelmed him and he collapsed, sprawling on the cement next to his car.

Dru smiled at Angel as she stooped next to Giles. She ran her hand down his face and then down his arm. "Beautiful Watcher." She grinned up at Angel. "He's asleep. He must be tired." She started to croon to him. "Hush little baby don't say a word…" Dru lifted Giles up and rested his head against her breast, rocking him.

Angel picked up Giles' keys and unlocked his car. "Come on, we can't stay here, it's too open."

Dru pouted but together she and Angel managed to get Giles in the backseat. She crawled in next to him while Angel got into the driver's seat. Pushing Giles' unconscious body up against the seat as if he were sitting she straddled his lap. Dru bit his lip, just hard enough to draw blood. She slipped into her game face and eagerly lapped it up. "His blood's so sweet."

Angel could smell the blood. He lost a little more control. Reaching from the front seat he fisted his hand in Dru's hair. Grabbing it hard he pulled her towards him, eliciting a cry of pain and pleasure from her. Angel licked her lips, trying to get a small taste himself. Then in his own game face he snarled at her. "He can't die yet. We haven't even started to play." He gestured back at Giles. "Hurry up, the drug will wear off soon." Angel let Dru go and turned to start the car.

Dru smiled again at Giles. She sneaked a peak at Angel, and seeing that he was preoccupied driving she dropped her head and licked Giles' neck. Sighing deeply she sat back up and with a feral grin she slapped Giles across the face. "Wakey, wakey." She slapped him again. "Miss Edith is expecting you." Again she slapped him, accidentally drawing blood on his cheek. She licked the wound and then moved down to kiss him on the lips.

Giles spoke drowsily, trying to force his eyes open. "Buffy?"

Angel's eyes grew dark in the front seat. Dru captured Giles' eyes and spoke to him. "No, it's Jenny."


***
By the time Dru had finished Angel had arrived at his destination and parked the car. Giles was still groggy and he was still in Drusilla's thrall. Angel rolled his eyes when he saw that she was kissing him again. Yanking her off of him he snarled. "Dru, leave off. Time for the games to start."

At his words Dru hissed. "I am playing."

Angel shook his head. "Time for a different game."

Dru turned back to Giles and ran her finger down his chest. "I like my game."

"You can play it again later. It's my turn now." Angel opened his car door. "Help me get him out."

With Angel's promise that she could have Giles later, Dru got out of the car as well and assisted him. After looking around to make sure no one was looking they dragged Giles out and left him on the doorstep. After putting Giles' keys in his hand, Angel couldn't resist and he kicked him hard in his side. Smiling at Giles' groan he and Drusilla headed off into the darkness, moving far enough away to remain undetected but close enough for Angel to make sure that they'd been successful in turning back the hands of time.


***


Friday early evening:

Paul was working late. One of his officers knocked on his office door. Paul looked up, eyebrows raised. "Yeah, Carl, what is it?"

"Isn't Rupert Giles a friend of yours?"

Paul could feel a knot forming in his gut. "Yes, he is, why?"

"He's downstairs."

Paul let out a sigh of relief. "Oh, well send him up."

Carl looked a little uncomfortable. "Can't do that. They just brought him in."

The knot was back. "What do you mean, they just brought him in?" Paul was already standing, putting on his jacket.

Carl started to explain as he followed Paul down the hallway. "Dispatch got a call from some lady about a crazy guy trying to break into her apartment, insisting that he lived there, down on Oakpark."

Oakpark. Paul frowned. That was where Giles used to live. Carl continued. "They brought him in a few minutes ago and they were about to call the psych liaison when I told them I thought he was a good friend of yours."

Paul stopped. "The psych liaison?"

"Yeah, he's acting a little crazy."

Paul began to walk faster, only slowing as he approached the room they had put Giles in. Before Paul entered he turned to Carl. "I appreciate you coming and getting me. I'll take care of things from here."

Carl nodded. "I'll let them know." They all tended to look the other way for family and close friends, as long as no harm had been done.

Giles was sitting at the table, holding his glasses in one hand, the other massaging his temples. He looked up as Paul entered. "Why am I here? Why am I being detained?"

Paul frowned. "Giles?"

"Rupert Giles. I've already given them all my information. I want to know why someone is in my flat. I want to know why I seem to be under arrest when that…that impostor should be arrested." He put his glasses back on.

Paul approached Giles cautiously. "Giles, you don't live on Oakpark anymore."

Giles looked at Paul suspiciously. "Do I know you?"

"Giles, it's me, Paul."

Giles shook his head. As if the movement made him dizzy he gripped the end of the table. "What…" Giles groaned and put his other hand to his head. "I don't…" Giles let out a confused breath.

Paul moved closer to him, concerned, and he noticed the scratch on Giles' cheek and the cut on his lip. "Giles, what happened? Did someone attack you?"

Giles looked at him confused. "I don't understand." He touched the cut on his lip with his tongue.

Paul screwed his mouth up. "That makes two of us." He sat at the table. "Giles, I need some help here. Try and tell me what happened."

Giles stood and he groaned a little, grabbing at his side. His voice sounded strained. "I told you. I tried to get into my home and someone was there. Why haven't you brought her here?"

"What's wrong with your side?"

"I don't know. It hurts." Giles looked down at himself and frowned. "Whose clothes are these?" He closed his eyes and almost fell.

Paul was at his side immediately, holding on to his arm, supporting him. "Let me see your side."

Giles yanked his arm away. "What's going on? What are you doing to me?"

Paul held up his hands. "I'm not doing anything. I just need to see if you've been hurt." Paul approached Giles' side, keeping an eye on him in case Giles came out swinging. Paul knew he was in good shape but he hadn't been training with a Slayer for years. "Show me where it hurts."

Giles touched his side again and winced. He pulled out his shirt and lifted it trying to see for himself.

Paul's eyes grew angry at the darkening bruise there. "Who did that to you? Who cut your lip and your cheek?"

Giles let his shirt fall and shook his head. "I can't remember."

"Do you remember who I am?"

Giles looked at him, his brow furrowed. "No. I assume you work here."

"My name's Paul Erikson. I'm the Chief of Police." Paul watched Giles' eyes grow wary and he hastened to reassure him. "I know you don't remember me, but I am a friend. I'll call Buffy and she'll vouch for me."

"How do you know Buffy?"

"Giles, I know both of you. We're friends."

"Friends?" There was significant doubt in Giles' voice.

"Yes, friends."

"Since when have we been friends?" Giles didn't have any friends, not adult friends in any case, except for Jenny.

"For about a year. We met at Frank's bar, the one down the street by your shop."

"I met you in a bar?" Giles let out a sharp laugh. "Now why don't I believe you? And what shop?" His voice was cutting. "And where's Jenny?"

Paul's eyebrows rose. "Who?"

"Jenny Calendar. I was with her this evening. Right before…" Giles shook his head. "Right before…" He swayed a little on his feet and Paul grabbed him and sat him back down at the table.

Paul was starting to get officially freaked. Jenny Calendar. He reached for his phone and dialed Linda and Roger's home. Linda answered. "Hello?"

"Linda, it's Paul. I hate to interrupt the festivities but is Buffy there?"

"Yeah, hold on for a minute."

Paul bided his time and then Buffy came on. "Hey, Paul, what's up?"

Paul let out a breath. "Buffy, you need to come down to the police station."

"Why?"

"Giles is here and he's, well, he seems to think he spent the evening with Jenny Calendar."

There was a long pause and then finally, "What?"

"My thoughts exactly. His brain's a little scrambled. He doesn't seem to know who I am, but he knows who you are."

"I'll be right there. Should I come alone?"

"Yes, that might be a good idea."

Paul hung up and he turned to Giles. "Buffy's on her way."

Giles looked up at Paul. "What did you mean by my brain being scrambled?"

"Giles, you don't know me. You don't know where you live. You think you spent time with someone who isn't around anymore." He pointed to his temple. "Scrambled."

"What do you mean, not around anymore? What have you done with Jenny?"

Paul sat down across from Giles and pursed his lips. "I haven't done anything with her, and as far as her not being around, let's tackle that one later. What's the last thing you remember before Jenny?"

Giles tried to think back. He took his glasses off and threw them on the table, running his hands over his face. "I got up and went to work…" His face scrunched up as if he wasn't really sure about much of anything.

"And where is that?"

"Sunnydale High. I'm the librarian there."

Paul leaned back in his chair, trying to keep his dismay off his face. "Then what happened?"

Giles thought again, then he looked up. "Is there anyway I could have some tea?"

Paul nodded and stood. "It's only tea bags, and Lipton at that. I know it's your least favorite kind of tea. Is that okay?"

Giles nodded. "Yes, that will be fine, thank you." Paul walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. Giles found it somewhat comforting that this man seemed to know what kind of tea he drank. He ran his hands over his face again, trying to figure out what was going on. He stood and stretched his arms, feeling a kink in his shoulder. His shirt scratched against a spot on his upper back. Giles reached back and touched the area and found it tender.

Paul walked back in with a cup of hot water and tea fixings and saw what Giles was doing. "What is it?"

"I don't know. I seem to be sore back here as well."

Paul headed over to him, cautious in case Giles was planning some big escape. He put the tea down and then took a look. "You've been bleeding. Loosen your tie and undo a couple of buttons so I can look." Giles wasn't quite sure why he did as this man was telling him but he found himself obeying. Paul pulled the shirt away from his neck and took a look. "It's hard to tell but it looks like you've been stuck with something."

Giles sat down, suddenly feeling a little shaky. He looked at his tea and saw that Paul had brought some creamers, another indication that he really did know him. Giles smiled a little. "Thank you." Needing something to focus on he began to unwrap his teabag.

"You're welcome." Paul gestured at Giles. "You really don't remember getting hurt?"

Giles dipped his teabag in the hot water a few times, trying to agitate some flavor out of it. "I just remember being with Jenny. We…" Giles touched his lips.

Paul's eyebrows rose. "You kissed her?" Paul winced. He couldn't imagine Buffy would be too thrilled with that.

Giles stammered. "Well…we…she and I…yes."

Paul nodded his head. "Then what?"

"Then I…I think I fell on my steps at home because I was on the ground and…" Giles shook his head, unhappily aware of how unclear he was sounding. "Then I tried to get in my home and the next thing I knew the police were there and here I am. Why was that woman insisting that she lived there?"

"She does live there. You live in Granite Cove."

"That's hardly in my price range."

"Look at your license."

Giles retrieved his wallet and when he flipped it open he stared at his address. "I don't understand."

"Someone did something to you. I don't know what, but they did something."

There was a knock on the door and Paul got up and looked out the window. It was Buffy. He opened the door and let her in.

When Giles saw it was Buffy he stood. "Buffy." She looked so different.

Buffy ran over to Giles and wrapped her arms around him. "Are you all right?"

Giles stepped away from her and got a hold of her arms, pulling them down. He looked at her with some alarm. "I'm fine."

Buffy frowned at him but then she put her hand up and gently touched his lip and the cut on his cheek. "What happened?"

"I don't seem to remember."

"Do you remember me?"

Giles nodded. "Yes, but you've changed."

Buffy looked confused. "What do you mean?"

"Your hair, it's longer." There were other differences but Giles wasn't sure how to describe them.

Buffy had no response to that so she pushed Giles back down on his seat and pulled up another one right next to him. She reached for one of his hands and laced her fingers through his. Giles gently extricated his hand from hers. "Buffy, are you all right?"

Buffy frowned at him again and then she looked at Paul. Paul shrugged and then he stood. "I'm gonna go call Roger. I'll be back."

Buffy nodded and both she and Giles watched him leave. Buffy turned back to Giles. "What happened? Paul said you thought you were with Jenny."

"I was with Jenny. We had a date." Giles frowned, his memories felt so hazy still. "At least I think…"

Buffy's eyes narrowed and she interrupted him. "What kind of date?"

"I don't believe that's any of your business."

Buffy's eyes widened. "Excuse me?"

"Whatever Miss Calendar and I choose to do in our own time is no concern of yours."

Buffy was speechless. Finally she rallied. "Miss Calendar?"

Giles nodded and then he grew concerned. "Buffy, you seem quite perturbed. I really am all right."

She shook her head. "No, really you're not. Trust me."

"I have to agree that I seem to be a bit confused about what happened to me tonight but other than that…" He looked at the wallet that was still lying on the table. "Maybe you can explain why my license says I live in Granite Cove."

"Okay, but you won't like it."

"Try me."

"We live there together, you and me."

Giles frowned at Buffy. "What are you talking about?"

Buffy had backtracked in her brain. "You went out on a date? What happened on this date?" She could hardly believe she was jealous of a dead woman. Giles couldn't stop his fingers from touching his lips. Buffy let out a shriek. "You kissed her?"

Giles' eyebrows furrowed with displeasure. "I know you find the whole subject distasteful but Jenny seems to have developed quite an affection for me." He lifted out his teabag and laid it on the napkin. He added some cream and stirred. "Now what was this nonsense about you and I living together?"

Paul walked back in. Buffy glared at him. "He kissed her."

Paul winced. That hadn't taken long. "Buffy, he didn't. You know that."

"He kissed somebody." She sat there and thought for a minute and then her face grew hard. "Drusilla."

Giles looked up at her in some alarm. "What about Drusilla?"

Paul agreed. "Yeah, what about Drusilla?"

Buffy looked back at Giles. "Listen. No, read." She grabbed her purse and pulled out an envelope and she handed it to him.

Giles opened the envelope and pulled out the card within. His eyes grew wider and wider as he read. He looked at her in horror. "You can't be serious?"

She held out her hand showing him the engagement ring. "Pretty serious."

"You're sixteen years old. They'll throw me in jail. I can't possibly marry you." Giles stood up and backed away. "When did this happen? No wonder I can't remember. I'm sorry, Buffy, I…" He shook his head, appalled at himself.

"Sixteen?" She pointed at the card in his hand. "Look at the date."

Giles looked again and he frowned. "Is this some kind of joke?"

"Giles, what year do you think it is?"

"1997."

"Well, it's 2002. I just turned 21, and we're engaged and we live together and you're not allowed to kiss anyone but me." She started to pace. "I am so going to stake her."

Giles was standing in the corner, as far away from Buffy and Paul as he could get. "I don't understand."

Paul gestured at Buffy calling her over. He spoke softly. "Why do you think Drusilla did this?" Paul had heard the name but he'd never had the pleasure.

"She did it to him before. She made him think she was Jenny to get him to talk…when Angelus had him. It's how Spike kept him alive, stopped Angelus from torturing him anymore."

Paul ran a hand over his face. This was sucking so much. "Roger wants to run some tests." He nodded towards Giles. "Someone stuck him with something." Paul indicated the spot on his own back. "We need to get him to the hospital."

She nodded. "Can you leave us alone for a few minutes?"

Paul nodded. "I'll be outside, just ring the buzzer."

Paul glanced briefly at Giles and then he left. Buffy headed over to Giles. "Giles." When he made as if to bolt Buffy grabbed his arm. "Stay put. You need to listen to me."

"Am I just dreaming?" His voice sounded so hopeful.

"No, this is no dream. Someone has messed with your mind and it's making you think you're in the past." Buffy thought back to the conversation she'd had with Giles only last night and let out a short bitter laugh at its current unhappy relevance. "We really are getting married." She looked up at him. "I love you."

Giles looked back at her, trying to read the truth in her face. All he saw was her love for him and he didn't know how to refute that. He lifted up his other hand and gently touched her face. "How long…?"

"How long have we been together?" At his nod she answered. "Six months or so." She smiled sadly at him. "Don't worry. I was 20. Nice and legal, for smooching anyway."

"What happened to Angel?"

"He's down in LA. He left right after graduation."

"Where's Jenny?"

"Giles, Jenny's…" Buffy looked away, not wanting to tell him, guilt washing through her as if it had just happened again.

"Jenny's what?" As he took in the look on Buffy's face his voice grew sterner, demanding an answer. "Buffy, Jenny's what?"

Buffy lied. "She's gone. She left a long time ago."

Giles shook his head. "She can't have. I just saw her."

"You didn't. I'm sorry. She left back in 1997 and she hasn't been back. She won't be back." Buffy gently pulled him to her and she wrapped her arms around him.

Giles didn't pull away. He spoke softly. "She's been gone for five years?" Buffy nodded up at him. He shook his head, confused. "Why did she leave?"

Buffy hated to do it, but she told Giles another lie. "A vampire attacked her and she left." She couldn't stand to see the look on his face if she told him the truth that Jenny was dead, that it had been Angelus, and that she had been the one to set him free. Giles did pull back then. She looked at him and saw that his face was so sad. "I don't know if it helps but you told me last night that what we have, you and I, that it…" Suddenly Buffy wished she'd kept her mouth shut. It sounded so tacky, somehow, comparing herself to a dead woman.

Giles allowed her the right to not finish her sentence. It was all too much to think about. Too unreal. He lifted her hand, the one with the ring. "Did I come into some money?"

Buffy scrunched her face up. "Kind of. The Council gave you a really, really big check. That's how you bought the house, and probably how you bought this."

"Why did they give me a big check?" He couldn't imagine them being so generous.

"It's a long story."

Giles moved back to the table and sat down. "Tell me the fast version."

"You know the test, the test Slayer's get on their 18th birthday?"

Giles looked horrified. "They made me do that?"

"Well, sort of. You sort of cheated and told me about it half way through and they fired you for it. Then they rehired you and paid you retroactively."

"Why did they rehire me?"

"Giles, it's been five years. Too much stuff has happened for me to tell you all of it right now. Paul wants to take you to go see Roger. He wants to run some tests on you, see if whoever attacked you gave you something." Buffy walked behind Giles to look at his back, wanting to see the puncture wound for herself. Her lips tightened as she pulled his shirt away from his neck and saw the small hole.

"Who is Roger?"

"Paul's brother. He's a doctor. He takes care of us now."

Giles flashed her a disbelieving grin. "We have a doctor and the Chief of Police working with us?"

"Thanks to you. They think you walk on water."

Another grin. "Really?"

She pulled him down and gave him a quick kiss. "Really. So do I. Now, let's get you to the hospital." She walked to the door and rang the buzzer; her back turned as Giles put his fingers to his lips where hers had just been. Going back and getting Giles she laced her fingers through his again and this time Giles didn't let go.


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