Title: Backhand
Author: Milk
Email: milkiemoo@vampirecows.com
Date: 8-23-03
Disclaimer: they aren’t mine. Giles, Buffy,--any of them from the Buffyverse, I lay no claim to. This is a fic, based on fictional characters and places. No implied reality is made.
Rating: PG-13? I’m never really good with ratings.
Dedication: to Sav. She begged and pleaded, and bribed, and blackmailed, and shamed me into writing this fic. It was written for her, on a idea she tossed at me. The fic, from this point on—belongs to her.

Note: This hasn’t been beta read. But it should be decipherable anyways. Takes place season six.

This is what Sav issued forth:
Sav: how about a new little one where Giles and Buffy are training really hard in the magic box and Giles knocks her to the ground and she kicks his foot from under him so he'll fall on her and just as Giles was about to say sorry, spike comes in to get Buffy for their date so he sees them an starts yelling at Buffy, getting really angry, then when hits her, this season 6, Giles attacks him – as issued by ts on 8-23

This is the result:

“Harder!!”

Buffy swung again, this time holding nothing back, totally missing her opponent. Losing her balance, she toppled to the ground, landing on her back, the air leaving her lungs in a rush. “Oh, god.”

“Indeed.” Giles took the padded mitts off his hands as he breathed hard, it’ d been a while since he’d trained with Buffy this intensely. Before he could turn away, his feet went out from beneath him.

*oomph*

Buffy smiled up at her Watcher, who just happened to have landed on top of her. “Hi, remember me? I’m the one that you taught to never turn my back on my opponent -- even if they are on the ground.” Her smirk broadened as he glared down at her.

“Yes, well….” He trailed into silence as his eyes locked with hers, all thought lost as he felt her shift below him.

“I’ve got you now.” Buffy’s voice had slipped to a whisper, as she moved her hands slowly up his chest, one stopping to play with the collar of his shirt as the other stopped at the back of his neck, playing with the little tufts of curls plastered against the nape.

Giles put his weight onto his forearms as they rested on either side of Buffy ’s head, his fingers slowly stroking into her hair and along her cheek. This had been building between them, this moment, since his return from England a few weeks ago. “What do you plan to do with me?” his voice husky and a touch on innuendo evident as he gently lowered his lips to meet Buffy’s.

They moaned in unison as the gentle kiss turned possessive and hungry. Buffy’ s hands had slid up into Giles hair, pulling him tighter against her mouth as one of his slid down her side, stopping on her thigh as his other hand held her mouth to his. Buffy rolled them over, her thigh grazing his growing hardness through his sweat pants.

“Well isn’t this a site.”

Their eyes flew open at the sound, Buffy jerking her head away from Giles as she looked up. She saw Spike standing in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest, the anger evident in his expression. “Spike!”

Giles closed his eyes, this is not how he envisioned this ending. And if he wasn’t mistaken, it wasn’t what Buffy had planned either. Letting his hands slide from her waist to the floor, he let out a humorless laugh. Of all the things to happen at this moment, Spike had to show up. Typical, Murphy’s Law always seemed to follow him no matter what he did. Giles refocused his attention back onto Buffy and Spike as he felt her warmth leave his body. Reopening his eyes he turned rolled over just in time to see Spike Giles closed his eyes, this is not how he envisioned this ending. And if he wasn’t mistaken, it wasn’t what Buffy had planned either. Letting his hands slide from her waist to the floor, he let out a humorless laugh. Of all the things to happen at this moment, Spike had to show up. Typical, Murphy’s Law always seemed to follow him no matter what he did. Giles refocused his attention back onto Buffy and Spike as he felt her warmth leave his body. Reopening his eyes he turned and rolled over just in time to hear Spike’s words, and see him backhand Buffy across the jaw.

“You slutty bitch…” Spike backhanded Buffy, taking her by surprise and sending her to the mat. Buffy didn’t have time to react. Giles was upon Spike before she had a chance to blink let alone focus, as her hand tenderly touched her jaw.

“Giles!”

But Giles didn’t hear her, as he slammed Spike across the jaw repeatedly.. “ You bloody son of a bitch! Come on, you want to hit someone, why don’t you fight back? Hmm?” Giles backhanded Spike, his ring gouging out a trail as it dragged across the already bloody face of the semi neutered vamp.

‘he’s going to kill him with his bare hands.’ Buffy came to her senses and launched herself at Giles, catching his arm and turning him, as it was on the downward stroke. “Giles! STOP!”

The look on his face was pure Ripper, the anger boiling out his pores as Buffy pulled him away from Spike and towards her.

“Giles, come back to me.” Looking over Giles, shoulder she saw Spike leaning against the wall, his face a swollen mass of purple and blood. Her voice raised, enough so Spike would have no trouble hearing her. “Come back to me, he’s not worth it. No need to hurt your hand any worse than it already is--you’ll need it tonight for other things.” Her look was unmistakable in its meaning, and both men saw it as it spread across her face.

Giles grinned slyly, a hint of Ripper still apparent, but the dangerous side tamed for the time being. He turned to catch Spike’s attention as he pulled Buffy close, his eyes focused upon Spike. “I will, indeed.” He then gathered Buffy into his arms and gently kissed her, careful not to press too heavily against her swollen lip, but enough for Buffy to realize his intent and for Spike to realize—Buffy wasn’t in his control any longer. “Go away Spike, time for you to move on to another town. Or this will be the last one you see.” Giles’ meaning was lost on no one, as Spike turned and left, slamming the door in his wake.

“I would have dealt with him.”

“Yes, however it was my….”

“Manly honor that was at stake? Had to defend ‘your girl’?” Buffy smiled, knowing that was exactly why he had attacked Spike so ruthlessly.

“ ‘My girl’?” Giles’ eyes brightened. “Are you?”

She could feel his heart beat faster, her palm pressed against his chest as she looked up at him. Her other hand sliding up to cup his downcast cheek. “ Always have been. Hopefully always will be.” She pulled him down for a heated kiss, ignoring the pain that it induced.

Giles broke the kiss moments later, laying his forehead against hers and closing his eyes. “Without a doubt. Now ah, about the things you had in mind for my hands….” He trailed off as Buffy giggled and pulled him out of the training room.

“Oh, it’s not just your hands I have plans for.” The evil gleam in her eye was matched by the evil Ripper one in his.

THE END.