Title: Living many secret lives
Author: Pythia
Rating: FRC
Pairing: Giles/Jenny
Disclaimers: Buffy & Co. belong to Joss Whedon, Kazui, Fox, etc. ‘Highlander’ isn’t mine either …
Spoilers: None
Distribution/Archive: Ask first.
Feedback: Please
Summary: In some universes, death isn’t necessarily a career ending experience …

Notes: Drabble, 300 words exactly. Just a little plot bunny that bit me when I wasn’t looking. (And I’ve found, after writing it, that someone’s had this idea before – but here’s my take on it anyway …)

Music soared around her as she woke; classic and inspiring. There was the scent of roses and incense in the air and the soft bunch of fabric lying beneath her. She stirred and stretched just as the man reached the top of the stairs and when she looked up it was to meet familiar eyes filled with warmth and love – and expectant anticipation.

Janna of the Kalderash sighed. She should never have got involved. Five hundred years of life should have taught her that. Never connect. Never commit. Never fall in love. But it was too late now – and if she’d known how things would turn out, she’d have never have helped her tribe curse the vampire in the first place.

There were glasses and a bottle in Rupert’s hands. Angelus had probably planned this moment to be a cruelty, expecting the dead to stay dead and savouring the prospect of the despair and devastation his actions would wreak. She sighed a second time and sat up, wishing she didn’t have to do this. Wishing she could make this night the one Rupert was clearly expecting it to be. Wishing she had a way to keep that smile on his face and that light dancing in his eyes.

Maybe there would be time for that. Later, perhaps. He was a Watcher, after all. Perhaps he could face what she was, would be willing to accept her – but she had lied to him once, and now she had to find a way to explain another lie. One that might be even harder to forgive.

“Rupert,” she said softly, hating herself for having to say this, hating fate, destiny and all the other things that being an Immortal implied. “I’m sorry, but … there’s something you need to know about me …”

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