A gift for Grandnester
Nov. 1st, 2007 04:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sroniGrandnester gave me: Buffy, Xander, training her Watcher.
“Xander, if you’re going to be my Watcher, you have to take less risks.” She stood, arms akimbo and feet planted.
He glared at her. “Wrong, Buff. If you’re going to be my Slayer, you have to let me fight. That’s what we Watchers do nowadays. Remember? You’re the one that put that particular tradition on its ear? Just like you’re the one that put the ‘One girl in all the world in each generation is the Chosen One’ tradition on its ear, and blew it into kablooied bits so that it now reads ‘You’re special, but so are about a thousand other girls, so now you get to choose’ tradition. I like the new traditions.”
“Xander, I mean it. I can’t handle a dead Watcher. Not again.” She breached the subject she’d never told anyone. Giles had already known, she hadn’t had to tell him.
Confusion showed on his face. “What are you talking about? Giles is in England, not dead.”
She sighed. “Sometimes, you’re one of the smartest people I know. In some ways, you’re smarter than Willow. In others, you are beyond a doubt, the densest. I had a Watcher before Giles, you know. It’s how I knew that I was the Slayer. How I got kicked out of my old high school.”
He sat down on the work out bench and patted the spot next to him. “What happened to him?”
“He killed himself. Lothos had him, and he chose to kill himself than risk becoming a vampire.” Buffy, the strongest person he’d ever met, was crying, and it made him want to break something.
“Buff, that’s not going to happen with me. I know that no matter what, you’ll come in and save the day. But I have to fight in what little capacity I can. If you’re going to be my Slayer, I have to be able to help you. Not just in training and research capacity, but actually help in a fight. You have to let me.”
“I’m not going to change your mind on this, am I?” She gave a small smile.
“No, you’re not. Buffy, it must have been horrible to lose a Watcher. But I’ve already lost two Slayers. I can’t lose you, too. Don’t ask me to stay out of the fight.”
“I won’t. Now, I’m going to teach you how to do the roundhouse, front handspring combo, okay?” She grinned. “This is my first time teaching it to a human instead of a Slayer.”
“Glad to be your guinea pig, Buff. After that, we need to hit the books. Trouble’s a brewing again.”
Hey, anyone else got any?
“Xander, if you’re going to be my Watcher, you have to take less risks.” She stood, arms akimbo and feet planted.
He glared at her. “Wrong, Buff. If you’re going to be my Slayer, you have to let me fight. That’s what we Watchers do nowadays. Remember? You’re the one that put that particular tradition on its ear? Just like you’re the one that put the ‘One girl in all the world in each generation is the Chosen One’ tradition on its ear, and blew it into kablooied bits so that it now reads ‘You’re special, but so are about a thousand other girls, so now you get to choose’ tradition. I like the new traditions.”
“Xander, I mean it. I can’t handle a dead Watcher. Not again.” She breached the subject she’d never told anyone. Giles had already known, she hadn’t had to tell him.
Confusion showed on his face. “What are you talking about? Giles is in England, not dead.”
She sighed. “Sometimes, you’re one of the smartest people I know. In some ways, you’re smarter than Willow. In others, you are beyond a doubt, the densest. I had a Watcher before Giles, you know. It’s how I knew that I was the Slayer. How I got kicked out of my old high school.”
He sat down on the work out bench and patted the spot next to him. “What happened to him?”
“He killed himself. Lothos had him, and he chose to kill himself than risk becoming a vampire.” Buffy, the strongest person he’d ever met, was crying, and it made him want to break something.
“Buff, that’s not going to happen with me. I know that no matter what, you’ll come in and save the day. But I have to fight in what little capacity I can. If you’re going to be my Slayer, I have to be able to help you. Not just in training and research capacity, but actually help in a fight. You have to let me.”
“I’m not going to change your mind on this, am I?” She gave a small smile.
“No, you’re not. Buffy, it must have been horrible to lose a Watcher. But I’ve already lost two Slayers. I can’t lose you, too. Don’t ask me to stay out of the fight.”
“I won’t. Now, I’m going to teach you how to do the roundhouse, front handspring combo, okay?” She grinned. “This is my first time teaching it to a human instead of a Slayer.”
“Glad to be your guinea pig, Buff. After that, we need to hit the books. Trouble’s a brewing again.”
Hey, anyone else got any?
