Title: Fragmented
Author: Katharine
Rating: R
Pairing: Giles/Spike, Giles/Spike/Anya
Summary: A group of five hundred-word fics, each told from a different character's perspective, each more unlikely than the one previous. Featuring Giles, Spike, Anya, Buffy and Xander. And slash.
Disclaimer: Property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy et al.
Notes: Set during season 4 BtVS.
Some credit goes to blue zen for a few of the Xander lines. Thanks, 'chelle :) Distribution: Want, take, have. Let me know where it went.
Feedback: In return, I'll loan you the dynamic duo...

Stained

He's cleaning his glasses again.

I catch him looking, off come the bloody glasses, out comes that disgusting old dishrag. Interesting stains on that. Makes a bloke wonder.... He's a good shag, I'll bet. Experienced. The slayer1d be almightily pissed off.

Not like it's unrequited. Keeps me chained up, and expects me not to figure it out?

He wants me.

Spends all sodding day sitting opposite me in that shabby armchair, trying to pretend he's not staring at me. Not thinking of all the things he wants to do to me.

I look up. He glances away.

Cleans his glasses.

Threadbare

Am I bleeding again? I only ask as Spike is staring at me in that disconcerting manner of his, quite likely sizing me up to be his next meal. Every little movement he makes causes me to shudder; whether it be through fear or excitement, I've yet to ascertain.

Is he going to continue to sit there, foaming at the mouth much like some savage beast? Or is he going to finally ask me to fuck him?

He needn't even ask. He need only blink, and I'd strip off every thread.

I'd shag him in the heartbeat he doesn't have.

Voyeuse

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be in between those two. Like a sandwich. A nicely shaped, well hung sandwich. With me as the filling. Naked, obviously. If I wasn't here, they'd be screwing like furry little animals anyway. Maybe I should suggest it?

I love Xander and all, he's sweet, and caring, but I would pay hard-earned money to get a little taste of those English men. Money and sex. Maybe we could all have sex in a big pile of money? Maybe I could just watch?

Voyeurism. Something I'm sure I could grow accustomed to.

Bonds

I guess bonding is a good thing, right? When people get close, and do the friend thing? How about when my Watcher, my ex-Arch Nemesis and my best friend's girlfriend get a little too close for comfort? Maybe I'm hallucinating, but... there are vibes. Every time you walk into a room, they jump apart like cheerleaders on speed.

Giles is acting so incredibly strange. Maybe Spike and Anya are making him do something he doesn't want to.... Maybe they're blackmailing him into helping them get all evil again!

Weird... are those scrunched up dollar bills stuck together on the couch?

Wax

So, my girlfriend1s cheating on me. Wanna know how I know?

I was at work, manual laboring, when I get a phone call from the hospital. Yeah, that's right. They thought it best to inform me that the person who'd named me her 'In case of emergency' was... well, having one. Can you imagine the horror?

"Anya, oh my God, are you hurt? Were you tortured? Were you... Giles?!"

You would not believe the visual if I told you. Anya, Giles and Spike, all looking tousled, sweaty and sheepish.

Jeez, why would anyone want to do that with a candlestick?

FIN