TITLE: Borg Epilogue
AUTHOR: Anne
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Giles/Picard (in this part!)
FEEDBACK: Oh yes please!
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SUMMARY: a new adventure…
SPOILERS: for BtVS: "Becoming II"; for TNG: "The Best of Both World, part 1 & 2."
TIMELINE: for BtVS: Season 3; for ST:TNG: season 7 after "Attached."
(BtVS-ST/TNG crossover).
DISTRIBUTION: ODD; Giles Slash; USCL; Watchergirls; Slashaholics;
GilesSlashaholics. Anyone else please ask first.
DISCLAIMER: for BtVS: The characters are the property of Joss
Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Sandollar Productions, Kuzui Enterprises, 20th
Century Fox Television and the UPN Television Network. The story is
written for the pleasure of the author and readers, and has no
lucrative purpose whatsoever.
DISCLAIMER: for Star Trek the Next Generation: I do not own ST: TNG
in any way or form. The Next Generation and related material are the
property of Paramount Pictures. Characters used here are done so for
fun, not profit. No copyright infringement is intended. Please don't
reproduce this story anywhere without the author's consent.
WARNING: hot sex!
NOTES: revised and revisited (in a slashy way) fic of mine
called "Ripper of Borg" written for Sandra's birthday, Queen of the
Tweedies. For the Star Trek technobabble please check the `Star Trek
Encyclopedia'.
THANKS: thank you very much for the beta reading Alex.
Xander, on Giles, "I'm sorry, calm may work for Locutus of the Borg here, but I'm freaked out, and I intend to stay that way."
Prophecy girl
Sunnydale, 1999
Suddenly there was a blinding flash and Giles vanished, only to reappear instantaneously in his bathroom. He was standing in front of the big mirror of his bathroom, at his place, in Sunnydale and was naked. He was back where he started, but he was still the man he was before Buffy had run away. He saw Q's reflection near his own and turned around.
"You see that you are still capable of having courage to fight, Rupert," Q said to him.
Giles nodded and heaved a long sigh. "I would have preferred to suffer less to discover it, Q."
The powerful entity smiled, "It's in adversity and suffering where one can discover or rediscover his potential, Rupert."
The Watcher nodded, "You're right, Q. Do I still have an artificial brain? Or am I still one hundred percent human?
"You're still a one hundred percent human."
Giles sighed in relief. "Thank you, Q, for everything. I'm going to restart my search for Buffy and I shall find her, Q… I appreciate that you brought me back here, but I'd have liked to say good-bye to Jean-Luc…"
The member of the Q Continuum chuckled, "To shag him, you mean? I watched you having sex like rabbits…"
Giles was astonished and then blushed, very embarrassed, "You watched us? Oh dear God! Where? When?… " He grimaced, disgusted. "You're a sick man, Q!"
Q grinned, "I'm not a man. All right, Rupert, I give you the time necessary for Picard to have oral sex with you. You have Buffy to search for." Then he snapped his fingers.
*
Aboard the Enterprise-D
Giles vanished then materialized on Picard's bed, naked. Picard, who was contemplating putting on the pajamas at the end of his bed, chose not to do it and crawled towards his lover who was sprawled on his back, and moved on top of him.
The Watcher grinned, "I couldn't go without telling you goodbye, Jean-Luc. Q sent me here. But I'm sorry, we don't have much time, just the time for a good blowjob."
Picard nodded and smiled, "Better than nothing!"
He spread Giles' legs and, kneeling over the prone man, he ran his hands over the lightly-haired chest, then on to his hard stomach, loving the feel of the muscles rippling slightly under his touch. He then bent over the younger man and fastened his mouth over one of his lover's nipples, nipping it with his teeth before licking and kissing the sensitive nub to start his arousal. Finally he let it go so that he could give the other one the same treatment. Meanwhile Picard's hand wandered to his partner's groin. Giles moaned as the captain's fingers stroked along the length of his now half-erect shaft. Picard groaned feeling Giles growing in his hands, his length hardening under his ministrations. He moved back and sucked the head of the other man's now-engorged penis. He licked the length of it and around the base, and then he carefully took the Watcher into his mouth. He deep throated him without gagging, and spent several minutes licking and sucking on him.
Picard then pulled his mouth off of Giles' oh-so-hard penis and lapped at the head, slick with saliva and cum, with repetitive strokes. The Watcher's breathing became ragged and his whole body was trembling. Watching his lover's reactions carefully, pleased to see him enjoying his ministrations, the CO of Enterprise-D occasionally let one of his fingers slide back to teasingly penetrate his partner's ass, and Giles spread his legs open to give the older man better access. His head on fire, bathed with sweat, Giles began writhing frantically, groaning with pleasure. His arms and legs tightened and relaxed spasmodically. He clutched at the bedspread, his mouth agape, panting; his head felt on fire. He was so close.
Picard, with a wicked grin, moistened his middle finger with saliva and without warning thrust it into his lover's tight opening. As he expected, the man below him stiffened and exploded, shooting his semen over his chest and stomach.
When Giles was spent, he relaxed and murmured, "Thank you." Immediately followed by, "I love you, Jean-Luc, and I'll always love you." He stroked Picard's strong jaw line and smiled. "Good-bye…"
He vanished in a shaft of blinding light, and Picard whispered, "Good-bye, Rupert", his heart empty.
*
* *
Earth, England, Bath old cemetery, year 2370
Jean-Luc Picard knelt down near the grave invaded by flowers and removed the ivy, which had covered the gravestone. Time had largely erased the inscription, but he could always distinguish: "Giles" and below, "he was the bravest man I knew." And it was signed, Angel. The Captain nodded. For him too, Giles had been the bravest man he knew, and he had loved him.
Picard took a flask of Scotch from his pocket, uncorked it and raised it, for a toast, "To Rupert Giles! The bravest man I met in my life and the man I loved with all my heart." He swallowed a mouthful of real alcohol, and then he got up. "Au-revoir, Rupert; we shall see each other again in this world thanks to Q, or in the other when I have died."
THE END