Fic: A Twist in My Story
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the_huffsterTitle: A Twist in My Story
Author: the_huffster
Pairing: Buffy/Giles
Rating: R for language and violence
Timeline: AU
Synopsis: After giving up his life as Ripper, Giles seizes the chance to live a normal life and doesn't return to the Council. But years later when he meets first grade teacher Buffy Summers, he wonders if it's possible to really escape Destiny.
Author's Note: I decided to mess around with the years and make Giles younger just so it will fit with how I have this fic planned out. So please bear with me on the messing with years/ages.
London 1985
Upon reaching the grand front door, the 24 year old realized how much at risk he was to a vampire attack; walking through the area alone and covered in blood, with no means of protecting himself, was enough to get the attention of any nearby vampire. But it wasn't as if he could make this journey during the day. The sight of a young man, who had clearly seen better days, wearing torn clothing covered in blood and dirt would only serve to raise questions, questions that he couldn't answer.
Bruised knuckles hit the wooden door while his other arm wrapped around his torso, almost positive that he had a few broken ribs. The young man leaned next to the door as he fought off a violent wave of dizziness and struggled to keep from blacking out. Again. A groan sounded as the door opened to spill light on his face, an older woman appearing in the doorway.
"Rupert?" she whispered, her eyes taking in his broken appearance. "Is that you?"
"No, Mum…it's your…other son…" even talking was a struggle for him.
Before anything was said, Rupert Giles took one step forward and fell into his parents' home. He was aware of his mother trying to catch him but was too far-gone to break his own fall.
"Robert!" the sound of his mother's voice and rushing footfalls surrounded him as he blacked out finally.
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There was a dull ache in his head and pain coming from various areas of his body, but the feel of a mattress under him was the only thing that registered. Rupert slowly opened his eyes and looked around the room, his green eyes landing on his mother in the chair near the bed.
"Why am I in the spare room?" were the first words that left his lips as he pushed himself into a sitting position.
"Your father and I redecorated a year ago," was all his mother offered, the rest of the explanation left unsaid.
Rupert's fingers absently traced the small track marks on his inner right elbow, avoiding eye contact with his mother. He had no desire to relive the pass three years of his life, least of all to his mother. If any one of his parents were to be told the truth, it was going to be his father since Rupert had already disappointed him.
"I won't ask you what happened or what you've been up to," the silence was broken by his mother's voice, her gaze alternating between the track marks under his restless fingers and the tattoo above the crook of his left elbow. "That honor belongs to your father. But I will ask if you're done with all your withdrawals."
"Yes," he muttered as he slowly, and painfully, settled back under the covers. "I'm gonna sleep off this bloody pain I'm in."
Rolling so his back was facing his mother, he simply stared at the wall in front of him until he heard the door behind him close. Heaving a sigh, much to the protest of his ribs, Rupert rolled on to his back in order to alleviate some of the pain he was in. He had no desire to sleep for fear of reliving some of the more horrifying memories, nor the desire to get up due to the chance of having to actually talk with his parents.
So instead, the 24 year old just lay in the guest bed while trying to forget the self-destructive Hell he had been in.
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Weeks had gone by since he had shown up on his parents' doorstep, and within that time he had made a slow recovery from his injuries. After the first week, Rupert had told his father what he had been through; the criminal activities, the sex, the drugs and the dark magicks. The only thing that seemed to further disappoint his father was the addiction to magicks Rupert had developed, as well as the reckless demon raising that had led him to take on the mark of Eyghon. After agreeing to meet with certain members of the Watcher's Council to ensure he wouldn't revert back to his reckless behavior, Rupert found himself enrolled back in Oxford to continue his education.
If it had been up to him at all, Rupert wouldn't even meet with the Watchers. But seeing as how he had made it clear he had no intentions of joining ranks with the Council again, the daily rehabilitation meetings were required if the Council was going to help Rupert pick up where he left off on his History degree. The meetings turned into two hours of Rupert being put through forced lessons on the occult and supernatural, being lectured for his choices and proving he was well in control of his magical abilities. But it was a price he was willing to pay for a future of his own.
"You're working too hard, Rupert."
His head snapped up just as his father walked into the study before he went back to the texts in front of him.
"I have to keep busy," his attention stayed focused on the Sumerian texts he was translating.
"By doing exactly what you ran away from?" his father remarked, pulling the ancient volume away from his son.
"It's better than having to remember," Rupert answered, leaning back in the chair as he ran a hand through his hair. "And besides, I might as well make use of the skills I learned. They could come in handy one day,"
His father raised an eyebrow.
"Plus I've finished with my schoolwork," the 24 year old added as he absentmindedly doodled on a piece of paper. "I was thinking about travelling once I finished getting my degree."
"Why?"
"To figure out exactly who I am," Rupert looked at his father, fully prepared to fight off any protests. "I've either been Rupert the future Watcher, Ripper or Rupert the disappointment. I need to know how to be just Rupert,"
Silence fell over the two as he watched his father take in what he had just said. If his father objected to idea of Rupert travelling, he didn't show it. Instead, he walked around the desk and leaned against the edge as he looked at his son.
"You've never disappointed me, Ru. Frustrated, yes, but never disappointed." The sincerity of the statement shone in his father's dark green eyes. "And you do whatever you feel you have to, but just know you will never be 'just Rupert'."
"What do you mean?"
"You were destined to be a Watcher, and that will always be who are. No matter where you go and no matter how normal your life is, your past will find you." The older man looked his son in the eye, wanting to make his point clear. "You can't run away from Destiny, Rupert. In one way or another, it will catch up with you."
The young man just stared at his father for a few minutes before he stood up, nearly eye-to-eye with his father.
"I won't let that happen, Dad." He swore. "I'll be damned if I let my so-called 'Destiny' rule my life. That's why I left the Council, so I can be my own person."
"I wasn't trying to get you to come back. I was merely warning you to prepare for the day when your Calling finds you,"
With those last words, the older Giles left the room and Rupert found himself alone in the study. His green eyes fell on the ancient text and what he had translated as he thought over his father's words.
"Destiny can find me," he whispered as sat back down, continuing his little doodle. "But it can't have me."
Author: the_huffster
Pairing: Buffy/Giles
Rating: R for language and violence
Timeline: AU
Synopsis: After giving up his life as Ripper, Giles seizes the chance to live a normal life and doesn't return to the Council. But years later when he meets first grade teacher Buffy Summers, he wonders if it's possible to really escape Destiny.
Author's Note: I decided to mess around with the years and make Giles younger just so it will fit with how I have this fic planned out. So please bear with me on the messing with years/ages.
London 1985
Upon reaching the grand front door, the 24 year old realized how much at risk he was to a vampire attack; walking through the area alone and covered in blood, with no means of protecting himself, was enough to get the attention of any nearby vampire. But it wasn't as if he could make this journey during the day. The sight of a young man, who had clearly seen better days, wearing torn clothing covered in blood and dirt would only serve to raise questions, questions that he couldn't answer.
Bruised knuckles hit the wooden door while his other arm wrapped around his torso, almost positive that he had a few broken ribs. The young man leaned next to the door as he fought off a violent wave of dizziness and struggled to keep from blacking out. Again. A groan sounded as the door opened to spill light on his face, an older woman appearing in the doorway.
"Rupert?" she whispered, her eyes taking in his broken appearance. "Is that you?"
"No, Mum…it's your…other son…" even talking was a struggle for him.
Before anything was said, Rupert Giles took one step forward and fell into his parents' home. He was aware of his mother trying to catch him but was too far-gone to break his own fall.
"Robert!" the sound of his mother's voice and rushing footfalls surrounded him as he blacked out finally.
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There was a dull ache in his head and pain coming from various areas of his body, but the feel of a mattress under him was the only thing that registered. Rupert slowly opened his eyes and looked around the room, his green eyes landing on his mother in the chair near the bed.
"Why am I in the spare room?" were the first words that left his lips as he pushed himself into a sitting position.
"Your father and I redecorated a year ago," was all his mother offered, the rest of the explanation left unsaid.
Rupert's fingers absently traced the small track marks on his inner right elbow, avoiding eye contact with his mother. He had no desire to relive the pass three years of his life, least of all to his mother. If any one of his parents were to be told the truth, it was going to be his father since Rupert had already disappointed him.
"I won't ask you what happened or what you've been up to," the silence was broken by his mother's voice, her gaze alternating between the track marks under his restless fingers and the tattoo above the crook of his left elbow. "That honor belongs to your father. But I will ask if you're done with all your withdrawals."
"Yes," he muttered as he slowly, and painfully, settled back under the covers. "I'm gonna sleep off this bloody pain I'm in."
Rolling so his back was facing his mother, he simply stared at the wall in front of him until he heard the door behind him close. Heaving a sigh, much to the protest of his ribs, Rupert rolled on to his back in order to alleviate some of the pain he was in. He had no desire to sleep for fear of reliving some of the more horrifying memories, nor the desire to get up due to the chance of having to actually talk with his parents.
So instead, the 24 year old just lay in the guest bed while trying to forget the self-destructive Hell he had been in.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Weeks had gone by since he had shown up on his parents' doorstep, and within that time he had made a slow recovery from his injuries. After the first week, Rupert had told his father what he had been through; the criminal activities, the sex, the drugs and the dark magicks. The only thing that seemed to further disappoint his father was the addiction to magicks Rupert had developed, as well as the reckless demon raising that had led him to take on the mark of Eyghon. After agreeing to meet with certain members of the Watcher's Council to ensure he wouldn't revert back to his reckless behavior, Rupert found himself enrolled back in Oxford to continue his education.
If it had been up to him at all, Rupert wouldn't even meet with the Watchers. But seeing as how he had made it clear he had no intentions of joining ranks with the Council again, the daily rehabilitation meetings were required if the Council was going to help Rupert pick up where he left off on his History degree. The meetings turned into two hours of Rupert being put through forced lessons on the occult and supernatural, being lectured for his choices and proving he was well in control of his magical abilities. But it was a price he was willing to pay for a future of his own.
"You're working too hard, Rupert."
His head snapped up just as his father walked into the study before he went back to the texts in front of him.
"I have to keep busy," his attention stayed focused on the Sumerian texts he was translating.
"By doing exactly what you ran away from?" his father remarked, pulling the ancient volume away from his son.
"It's better than having to remember," Rupert answered, leaning back in the chair as he ran a hand through his hair. "And besides, I might as well make use of the skills I learned. They could come in handy one day,"
His father raised an eyebrow.
"Plus I've finished with my schoolwork," the 24 year old added as he absentmindedly doodled on a piece of paper. "I was thinking about travelling once I finished getting my degree."
"Why?"
"To figure out exactly who I am," Rupert looked at his father, fully prepared to fight off any protests. "I've either been Rupert the future Watcher, Ripper or Rupert the disappointment. I need to know how to be just Rupert,"
Silence fell over the two as he watched his father take in what he had just said. If his father objected to idea of Rupert travelling, he didn't show it. Instead, he walked around the desk and leaned against the edge as he looked at his son.
"You've never disappointed me, Ru. Frustrated, yes, but never disappointed." The sincerity of the statement shone in his father's dark green eyes. "And you do whatever you feel you have to, but just know you will never be 'just Rupert'."
"What do you mean?"
"You were destined to be a Watcher, and that will always be who are. No matter where you go and no matter how normal your life is, your past will find you." The older man looked his son in the eye, wanting to make his point clear. "You can't run away from Destiny, Rupert. In one way or another, it will catch up with you."
The young man just stared at his father for a few minutes before he stood up, nearly eye-to-eye with his father.
"I won't let that happen, Dad." He swore. "I'll be damned if I let my so-called 'Destiny' rule my life. That's why I left the Council, so I can be my own person."
"I wasn't trying to get you to come back. I was merely warning you to prepare for the day when your Calling finds you,"
With those last words, the older Giles left the room and Rupert found himself alone in the study. His green eyes fell on the ancient text and what he had translated as he thought over his father's words.
"Destiny can find me," he whispered as sat back down, continuing his little doodle. "But it can't have me."
