Disclaimer: The
song is by the Police. Buffy & co.
belong to Joss Whedon.
Note: The story came about while listening to this
song on the radio at work. I instantly
thought of Giles and Jenny. Their love
was sweet and tragic. Set in early 2nd season.
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Rupert Giles left
the school building after a pretty uneventful day and headed to his car. Buffy was to patrol tonight and report to
him tomorrow. There were no portents of
danger, outside of the usual vampiric activity found in Sunnydale.
He got into the
Citroen and started it. As he pulled
out of the parking lot, he switched on the radio and let the music flow over
him.
*Though I’ve tried before to tell her
Of the feelings I have for her in my heart
Every time that I come near her
I just lose my nerve
As I’ve done from the start*
He gave the radio
a quick glance. The children, probably
Buffy, had changed the station from what he normally listened to. He moved his right hand to change it back.
*Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on*
He hesitated as an
image flitted in his mind.
Jenny.
He smiled as he
remembered the way she smiled, her dark eyes twinkling with mischief. He continued down the road, listening to the
song.
*Do I have to tell the story
Of a thousand rainy days since we first met
It’s a big enough umbrella
But it’s always me that ends up getting wet*
He remembered the
feeling of breathlessness every time he saw her walk down the school
corridors. She fascinated and
unbalanced him. She taught a subject of
which he would go nowhere near – computers.
Yet, she was also a techno-pagan, someone who believed in the same
things he did.
*Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Now I know my love for her goes on*
His smile warmed
brightly. Jenny Calendar was certainly
magical. She had the uncanny ability to
make him, a fully trained and experienced Watcher, behave like a schoolboy.
*“Did anyone ever tell you you’re a
fuddy-duddy?”
Giles blinked, then looked at the floor,
and finally leaned against the wall.
“No one seems to tell me anything else.” He looked shyly at her and smiled hesitantly.
Jenny’s dark eyes sparkled. “Anyone tell you you’re a sexy fuddy-duddy?”
He was taken aback at the question and felt
elation spread from within. “No, actually that part always seems to get left
out. Can’t imagine why.”*
*I resolve to call her up a thousand times a
day
And ask her if she’ll marry me in some old
fashioned way
But my silent fears have gripped me
Long before I reach the phone
Long before my tongue has tripped me
Must I always be alone?*
He arrived outside
his apartment complex, but didn’t cut the engine as he parked. Instead, he sat and listened.
*Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on*
In his mind’s eye,
Giles watched as Jenny walked by, his heart beating wildly when she headed in
his direction. God, she was beautiful.
He was still
thinking of her when the song came to an end.
When he became aware of his surroundings again, Giles shook himself and,
switching off the engine, got out of the car and headed up the walk to his
apartment.
As he walked, the
song continued to play in his mind and his gait was lighter – his thoughts on
Jenny Calendar.
*Every little thing
Every little thing*
She was certainly
magical, for she had him bewitched, bewildered and bothered.
The end.