"Broken Vessel"
gen, FRM
Giles has just enough money hidden in his guitar case for a train ticket home.
Mild warnings for references to drug use and suicidal ideation, plus general post-Eyghon issues.

It's now posted to summer_of_giles. It's the second in a pair of very different post-Eyghon stories. Well, the first, given how long I've been struggling with this one. I didn't have an ending I considered postable until this morning, and even now I'm not sure about it. It exists in the same storyline in my head as "The Co-Conspirators" and probably even the same storyline as the stories where Giles is married to Jenny and has a kid.

As you saw, I posted a second story today, but at the last second I decided it was too connected to the rest of the stories to be posted to the comm. Anyway, you guys have it and can enjoy it or be vaguely dissatisfied by it. I wanted to do a little setup work for that frothy little BG series and drop a few hints about Uncle Charles. Because I think he got into some more messes than just affairs with actresses at an inappropriate age. Some messes that perhaps require his reluctant heir and his companion the Slayer to have adventures.

On a final note, I'm about to log off, pack away my Macbook, and hop into a car for a long long drive. I start heading east to WriterCon via points scenic this morning. My internet access will be unpredictable, so it might take me a few days to answer comments.

Title: Legacies
Pairing: gen
Rating: FRC
Summary: Uncle Charles's last will and testament, the rackety old bastard.
Word count: 1700
Warnings: none
Notes: Hi, I'm Uncle Charles. You might remember me from such stories as "Concealed Weapons". The cameo appearances of two fictional characters make this a triple crossover, sort of.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I claim no ownership and am making no money.

( Mr Giles. I'm James Mont. )

Title: Echoes in the Air (Pistolwhip Remix)
Author: antennapedia
Summary: The morning after firing a gun in a tiny room.
Rating: PG13
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Spoilers and/or Warnings: none
Title, Author and URL of original story: Echoes in the Air by brutti_ma_buoni

The station turnstile was sticky.

brutti_ma_buoni's story is about getting it right. Mine is about getting it wrong.

Many thanks go to lferion, who joined me in barricading ourselves in a hotel room at ConStrict until we each had first drafts of our remixes.

And! Because I was in fact Ms Obvious this year, it was successfully guessed by everybody who attempted a guess: nutterbudgie, snickfic, wide_rider, and theoreme all had me nailed. Leave your drabble prompts below, and I'll write them in the evenings while I'm on the road to WriterCon!

I don't yet know who remixed me this year! *taps foot impatiently*

Likely Stories
gen, Scooby ensemble, FRC, 675 words
For singer_d, who prompted with "a scooby signs up for nanowrimo".

( No. Wait. Pico is smaller. )

Title: A Short Rest
Pairing: Giles/Xander friendship (with a bit of canonical Giles/Jenny)
Rating: FRC
Summary: Xander's convinced it's Hellmouthy, but probably it's just the flu.
Notes: For kivrin, on the occasion of her birthday, and for the gilesxander Octoberfest 2008. Thanks to Mr Pedia for story consultation.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I claim no ownership and am making no money.
Wordcount: 4600

( Xander made it all the way to sixth period before he collapsed. )

Title: What Friends Are For (Flow My Tears Remix)
Author: antennapedia
Summary: Xander takes steps to make sure he remembers what he needs to.
Characters: Xander Harris, Willow Rosenberg
Rating: PG/FRT (for a tiny bit of language)
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon’s, not mine
Original story: ”What Friends Are For” by nwhepcat
Notes: Many thanks to my husband for the close beta-reading and for pushing me to crank up the intensity.

I swear to you that every word you’re about to read is true.

nwhepcat and I remixed each other this year. Heh! Though I do hope, for variety's sake, she draws a different name out of the hat next year. Gotta feel like being persecuted to get me every year :)

( Notes on my remix experience... )

Title: Flannel Sheets
Pairing: Giles/Buffy friendship
Rating: FRC
Prompt: gileswench wants a story in which Giles and Buffy contemplate the goodness of some simple pleasure. What one precisely? I don't care. Just make it something ordinary, like watching tv, cooking a good meal, or even making a bed. I'd like something small, domestic, and completely normal through the eyes of people who don't often get to appreciate it. Oh, and if there's a touch of romance, so much the better.
Word count: 460
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I claim no ownership and am making no money.

( Winnie the Pooh? )

About the game: Rules and previous ficlets (note minor rule relaxation since the last tagfic)
Next up: First responder to this post gets to pick the Giles-related prompt for the next.

Title: The Co-Conspirators
Pairing: genfic
Rating: FRC
Prompt: kivrin wants young Giles, a trip to London with an older relative (mum, dad, or watcher!grandmother), an important acquisition or purchase, and precipitation.
Word count: 1800
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I claim no ownership and am making no money.

( Don't let it go to the boy's head... )

About the game: Rules and previous ficlets
Next up: First responder to this post gets to pick the Giles-related prompt for the next.

Title: The Adventure of the Sigerson Crypt 1/3
Author: Antennapedia
Pairings: none
Rating: FRT
Summary: Someone has been fiddling around inside the Sigerson family crypt. The Scoobies are on the case.
Word Count: 1900
Notes: Thanks to hobgoblinn, who gave me a quick sanity-check.
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership and am making no money.
Prompts: anonymous_sibyl for tenyearsofbuffy: Old-school Scooby Gang (including or at least mentioning Buffy, Xander, Willow, Cordelia, Oz, Giles); the library, tea, dust, a demon.
blueanddollsome: Giles/Jenny UST, Shiva statuette
singer_d: Giles introduces Buffy or all the Scoobies to the original Sherlock Holmes stories

( The electric kettle in his office sounded. )

Title: Ars Draconis 3: Dragon's Heart
Author: Antennapedia
Pairing: genfic
Rating: FRT, some violence
Summary: The sword dreams, and Giles dreams with it. Of what? And to what end?
Word count: 9100
Notes: The stories in this series are inspired by BPAL scents from the Ars Draconis line. Dragon's blood is a plant sap that smells like a spicy sweet berry, sort of.
Distribution: Yup, sure!
Feedback: Keeps the stories comin'.
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership and am making no money.

1. Dragon's Bone
2. Dragon's Reverie

Dragon's Heart: A scent pulsing with vitality, warmth and insurmountable strength: dragon’s blood resin, red and black musks, a throb of fig and a sliver of black currant.

( Did you dream last night? )

TO BE CONTINUED

For: katekat1010
Prompt: Continuation of “Dragon’s Bone”
Title: Dragon’s Reverie
Rating, etc: genfic, FRT.
Word count: 5700
Notes: The stories in this series are inspired by BPAL scents from the Ars Draconis line. Dragon’s blood is a plant sap that smells like a spicy sweet berry, sort of.
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership and am making no money.
Distribution: Hey, whatever. Just let me know.
About the game: Rules and previous ficlets
Next up: First responder to this post gets to pick the Giles-related prompt for the next. Don’t ask me to continue this! The next chapter, “Dragon’s Hide”, is already in progress.

Dragon’s Reverie: Opium-laced dreams of flame, plunder, power and fury: dragon’s blood resin, poppy, amber and ylang ylang.

( Dreams of flame, plunder, power, and fury... )

For: clavally
Prompt: A story based on a BPAL scent.
Title: Dragon's Bone
Rating, etc: genfic, FRT
Word count: 680
About the game: Rules and previous ficlets
Next up: First responder to this post gets to pick the Giles-related prompt for the next.

The dry, thin scent of a draconic ossuary. Dragon's blood resin with white sandalwood, dusty orris and crisp blondewood.

( Death Valley shimmered. )

For: twilightofmagic
Prompt: Something from Giles' past that still causes him ambivalent feelings.
Rating, etc: genfic, FRM for four-letteryness
About the game: Rules and previous ficlets
Next up: First responder to this post gets to pick the Giles-related prompt for the next.

( Yeah, sure, they'd killed the demon... )

For: secondalto
Prompt: Something about Giles and the various pills he takes or has taken over the course of his tenure as Watcher. (cause I hate taking pills).
Rating, etc: genfic, FRC
About the game: Rules and previous ficlets
Next up: First responder to this post gets to pick the Giles-related prompt for the next.

( Xander lined up the pill bottles. )

For: tx_cronopio
Prompt: Giles in Nashville
Rating, etc: genfic, FRC
About the game: Rules and previous ficlets
Next up: First responder to this post gets to pick the Giles-related prompt for the next.

( Giles stepped into the bar... )

Title: The adventure of the displaced Watcher 3/3
Rating: FRT
Author: Antennapedia
Disclaimers and notes in part 1

part 1
part 2

( Giles: Saturday, 9 January 1886 )

Title: The adventure of the displaced Watcher 2/3
Rating: FRT
Author: Antennapedia
Disclaimers and notes in part 1

part 1

( Giles: Saturday, 9 January 1886 )

Title: The adventure of the displaced Watcher 1/3
Rating: FRT
Author: Antennapedia
Pairing: None
Summary: An accident with a magical artifact sends Giles into the past. Can the specialist in hopeless cases help him before the artifact is lost and he is forever stranded?
Spoilers: Season 5 as far as “Triangle”
Warnings: None
Notes: Dedicated to kivrin, who gave me early encouragement and insisted I finish this. Mr Pedia helped with the lyrics. emmessann beta-read.
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership and am making no money.
Distribution: Hey, whatever. Just let me know.

( Extracts from the personal diary of Rupert Giles, Watcher )

Xander's head was down, nose nearly brushing against the page. No, this position wasn't helping either. Valence shells just did not make sense. He sat up and resumed thumping his pencil against the textbook.

Giles emerged from his office, looking irritated about something. He tipped up the lid of the donut box and fished around inside for a moment.

"I thought there was another jelly," Giles said.

"You had *two*."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Just, uh, surely there must be a limit to how many jelly donuts an Englishman can eat."

Giles rummaged through the donuts again. The waxed paper crackled. Giles closed the box without taking one of the plain sugar ones. He paced around the study table and came to rest into the chair next to Xander. Xander could smell wool, that weird rum cologne Giles wore, and sweat. Giles had been in the library since before Xander got in that morning, and it was nearly, ye gods it was past two am now.

"I was saving that donut," said Giles.

"You're not the only one who likes them."

Giles said something under his breath Xander couldn't catch. Then he gestured at Xander's textbook. "What seems to be the trouble?"

"Valence shells."

Giles took the textbook and leafed back a few pages, eyes flicking over the diagrams. He muttered to himself again. Then he said, "Tell me what you know about electron shells. Let's get those down first."

Xander hedged. "Uh, nothing?" At that moment, the library door banged open behind them. Both men reacted instantly, dropping books and turning. Xander reached into his backpack and pulled out a donut, wrapped in paper napkins. Giles looked at what Xander held in his hand, and twitched up the corner of his mouth in a brief smile.