Title: Punitive Damages
Author: Paratti
Type: Summer fic
Rating: PG13 I think - I'm English, the US system is different - so is the spelling.
Note: My Stories Archived at FFNet UserID:191305
Spoiler: End of S6
Feedback: Gratefully received and much appreciated.
DISCLAIMER: Not mine all belongs to Joss

The pony-tailed and self assured vengeance demon emerged from behind the newly restored counter of the Magic Box. "As we discussed at the birthday party, you are here to make up for the losses to my"

"Ours dear," from the newly contact lens wearing, and much younger looking, Giles.

"Of course, Rupie. Ours! Ooh! I like that word. And with staff we can go on that picnic on the beach. I can't wait! "Punitive Damages". I like those words too. You have caused a great deal of financial losses to the Magic Box. You will make those up. I'm a justice demon after all now, Hally's been bringing me up to date. 21st Century, political correctness, and all that horse hooey."

"I said I'd do it! No need for the lecture here," from a shiny-haired Key.

"Our shop, my lecture. Or would you prefer some vengeance?"

"Lecture is good, like lecture" from a Dawn who possessed some common sense.

"Very well. Xander has rebuilt the damaged area as a doomed attempt at worming his way back into my affections. And zero cost! May need to do the dance of the best form of ex-fiancé revenge later Rupie."

"Most suitable form, dear. I approve. Have fond memories off the accompanying grovelling apology myself." From a Rupert packing the picnic box.

"I enjoyed. Anyway, William here is in charge in our absence. We know we can trust him. So do what he says."

"Aw, Giles! Do we haffta?" from Dawn, who was still hoping to wind the Re-Souled Spike round her little finger as she had Classic Spike.

"Yes, Dawn. He's going to work here. Giving Anya time for her other responsibilities, and time for both of us to be together more. Besides we trust him."

"Thanks, Giles, 'preciate that, you don't know how much. I'll keep 'em in line, no problem. You two go off have a good time. Enjoy. I'll keep it all shipshape and Bristol fashion."

"Uh? What's that mean?" From a still English Slang challenged after all those years, magically drained, ex-witch.

"Means, pet you make up to Giles and Anyanka for the damage you did to your friends' shop and property, and no short cuts neither! Done proper an all. No dusting what books have any print left in 'em. Lots of mummy hands and slug candles for you Red, and no amulets and jewellery for you Nibblet. I supervise and finish the report on Africa for the Watcher. Giles and Anyanka get some well-earned time off. Go! Enjoy you two! And thanks, for everything. Mean it, a lot."

Anyanka and Giles lifted the picnic basket and headed out for the little red tramp sports car Rupert had kept in storage. Last thing supervisor and his two staff heard was the happy squeal of Anyanka. "I love it! Staff! Time off! D'Hoffryn even approves of you and me. You being magical, and a link to healthy diplomatic relations with the Council. You love me, most of all that's why I'm happy. You know that Rupie? All this and it's a lovely day for our first picnic, together."

END