TITLE: "What The Doctor Prescribed"
AUTHOR: ASH Watcher/Slayer Watcher
PAIRING: B/G
RATING: Urm....PGish :D
FEEDBACK: Duhh....do I *hafta* sic Ripper on you? Oh, right, sorry!
Bad question. :D
SUMMARY: Sneeze, Cough, Where's a tissue? ;)
SPOILERS: Um...Post "Chosen"
DISTRIBUTION: ash_watcherfanfiction, and anywhere else I stick it.
You want? Please ask. :)
DEDICATIONS: For Jen....she's icky-sicky. GET WELL SOOON! :) Oh, &
Musey, I love you man! ;)
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"Achoo! Bloody hell, not again!", Giles complained.
He'd been sneezing, and sniffling, and coughing, and all that other
fun stuff, for the past three days. And frankly, he was getting tired
of it.(I would've said "sick", but um, that would be beating the plot
of this fic to death. :P~) Giles groaned, then began coughing
loudly. Why couldn't the Hellmouth just open up and swallow him? Oh
that's right, the Hellmouth, along with Sunnydale itself, was no
longer around. And he was in no condition to drive all the way to
bloody Cleveland, just to jump into the only active one around. After
Giles managed to stop coughing, he made his way over to the couch.
Just as he prepared to snuggle up in a mountain of flannel and fleece
blankets, there was a knock on the door. Pouting, though ineffective,
he got up and went to see who dared disturb him. It was Buffy...he
smiled, though it most likely came out as a grimace. His head was
throbbing to much to care how he looked. Buffy smiled back and then
stepped past him and inside. Gils sighed again, then closed the door,
and slowly made his way back to the couch. Buffy had made herself
comfy and Giles grunted as he plopped down beside her.
"What's wrong, Giles? You don't look so hot...are you okay?" She
cautiously asked.
"I'm sick....sneezing, coughing, fever, chills, aches and pains. You
name it, I've got it."
"Aw, I'm sorry...you must've caught that cold going around. Dawn had
it last, so she must've passed it on to you. Can I do anything to
help you feel better?"
He looked at her smiling, caring face...
"I suppose you can...would you please make me some tea? With lemon
and honey? And perhaps some Chicken Noodle soup...with Ritz crackers?
Oh! And perhaps you could rebuild me a fire in the fireplace while
you're up?" Giles inquired.
Buffy's grin slid off her face. She looked disbelievingly at him,
then saw he really *did* look pathetically sick. She patted his cheek
reassuringly, then proceeded to completely cover him up in all five
blankets. His little red nose, and two green eyes, were the only
things visible after she was done. Smirking at her handy work, Buffy
got up and went into the kitchen. But she quickly backtracked. Fire
first, then food, she decided. Grabbing some precut wood, she
arranged it artfully in the fireplace. Then striking a match, Buffy
held it to the wood. It caught swiftly, fortunately, and Buffy was
pleased with herself.
She glanced back at Giles, and grinned softly at his delighted look.
Then she made her way back to the kitchen. Brewing up a hot pot of
Honey & Lemon tea, took no time at all. She rummaged in the cupboard
and found a can of soup....as it heated up on the stove, Buffy
assembled a tray. Placing the teapot, teacup & saucer on the
tray...she then added the bowl of soup. Spying a box of Ritz crackers
nearby, she put them on the tray as well. Hefting the tray up, Buffy
walked out to the front room. The fire was nicely roaring in the
fireplace now, and Buffy preened again at her results.
The tray was set down on the coffee table in front of Giles. He sat
up and she helped untuck him enough for him to be able to eat the
soup. Buffy poured the tea and handed it to him. Giles smiled
gratefully and sipped the hot brew delightedly. He put down the tea
and picked up the soup. Grabbing a few crackers, Giles crumbled them
up and added them to the soup. Buffy just sat and watched, making
sure he didn't spill or need any help. Soup spoon in hand, Giles
began slurping the Chicken Noodle (and Ritz crackers) soup up
eagerly. The tea and soup both, helped his sore throat feel a lot
better.
When he was done with everything, Buffy carried the tray back into
the kitchen. She walked back into the front room and giggled
softly....Giles had dozed off, once again, covered completely in
blankets, except for his eyes and nose. Buffy stoked the fire, adding
more wood, then quietly sat down in the easy chair. Sighing in
contentment, she stared at Giles...then the fire....then Giles again.
She was glad she'd been able to help him out...even if it had just
been simple things. But after all, weren't the simple things, what
really mattered in the end?
THE END
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