I Lied
By Janine Ose

Title:  I Lied
Author:  Janine Ose
E-mail:  user157159@aol.com
Rating:  PG-13
Spoilers:  None
Distribution:  B/G Shippers and Watching You, Watching Me (everyone else please ask first)
Disclaimer:  All characters belong to Joss Whedon, 20th Century Fox, WB and Mutant Enemy. 
Summary:  The aftermath of a traumatic event.  *****Warning*****Chracter death.  Very sad.******
Feedback:  Please, just no flames.  My muse is deathly afraid of fire.

    Giles surveyed the empty apartment one last time, unshed tears glistening in his eyes.  Picking up his coat he turned to go, squaring his shoulders as he walked towards the door.  Buffy walked in just as he reached for the handle.  "Buffy, what are you doing here?" he asked in surprise.  She stared at him, an unfathomable expression on her face.  "You're leaving," she said flatly.

    Giles flinched, averting his gaze and nodding slowly.  "Yes, I'm leaving."  He raised his head and met her gaze steadily.  "There's nothing left for me here," he said softly, hope tingeing his words.  When she didn't reply he pulled on his coat and picked up his briefcase.  Coming to stand in front of her he smiled sadly at her.  "Good-bye Buffy." 

    Buffy forced down her tears.  "Good-by Giles," she replied softly.  He pushed past her out the door, stopping abruptly when he reached the first step.  "I love you, you know," he whispered.  "So very much.  You are the one I had hoped to spend the rest of my life with."  She pressed her fist to her mouth and swallowed past the lump in her throat.  Steeling herself, she took a step forward and lay her hand on his shoulder.  "You are like a father to me," she whispered, hoping that her true feelings were not heard, by anyone.  Giles took a deep breath and nodded.  Without turning, he walked down the steps towards the taxi that waited by the curb.

    Buffy closed her eyes and turned away, unable to bear the sight of him leaving.  A shrill scream filled the air accompanied by a shout and the screeching of brakes.  She turned a saw the unthinkable, Giles lying in the middle of the street, a car stopped beside him.  "Giles!" she screamed, her heart shattering into a thousand pieces as she raced towards him.  "Don't touch him!" she growled at the woman who was trying to roll him over.  Shoving her aside, Buffy dropped to her knees and gently pulled his head onto her lap.  He smiled weakly, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.  "I always thought I'd be taken down by a demon or some such thing.  Never suspected it would be a car," he joked, his laugh quickly turning into a cough.  Buffy smoothed his hair back from his forehead, her tears falling on his face.  "Don't try to talk.  Help is coming, you're gonna be okay," she sobbed.  He reached up and traced her face with trembling fingers.  "I'm not Buffy.  We both know that."  He coughed again, bloody bubbles escaping his lips.  "I love you Buffy.  I have always loved you," he whispered as he struggled to breathe. 

His chest heaved one last time and he gripped her hand in his.  Then he was still.  Buffy clutched him to her, a wail of pain escaping her lips.  "Noooooo!"  The cabbie knelt beside her, taking her into his arms and rocking her as if she were his own child.  When the ambulance arrived, he gently extracted Giles from her embrace.  Spying Giles' pinky ring, he pulled it off and slid it onto her middle finger before picking her up into his arms and sliding her into the backseat of his cab.  A young man came up to him.  "I, I know where she lives.  I'll drive you there," he offered quietly.  Nodding mutely, the cabbie slid in beside Buffy and held her tightly, a part of him wondering what it was about this young woman that was causing such a reaction in him. 

They pulled up outside the house and he carefully lifted her from the cab.  She had fallen asleep, tossing restlessly in his arms as he carried her up the walk.  The door opened and a woman, obviously her mother, stood there.  "Buffy!" she cried when she saw her daughter lying in his arms.  "Ma'am, my name is Pete.  Your daughter is fine," he reassured her.  Wide-eyed Joyce ushered him into the house.  "W-what happened?" she asked as she led him upstairs.  Settling Buffy carefully onto her bed, he turned and looked at her sadly.  "The gentleman that she was with, Mr. Giles, he was killed.  Hit by a car trying to save a little boy.  He died in her arms."  Joyce's knees buckled and he grabbed her, leading her out of the room and down the stairs to the living room.  She sat on the couch, a dazed expression on her face.  Pete went into the kitchen and poured her a glass of water.  Pressing it into her hands he sat next to her.  She gulped it down, trying to wrap her mind around the information.  "Ma'am, is there anyone we should call?  His family, children perhaps?"  Pete's soft voice shook her out of her reverie and she shook her head.  "Call me Joyce.  And no, he has no family.  Only Buffy and her friends."  "Shouldn't we call them then?" Pete asked quietly.  Joyce nodded.  "Yes, we need to let them know."  She got to her feet and her face crumpled.  "Oh God, what is she going to do without him?"

They buried him on a hill overlooking the town.  The funeral was held at night, Buffy insisted.  She wanted Angel and Spike to be there.  It came as no surprise to anyone that he left everything to her but she really didn't care, nodding mutely when Willow suggested taking his books and setting up their own library in their apartment.  Buffy's new Watcher had no sympathy for the girl, demanding she train every day and patrol each night, berating her when he found out she often stopped by Giles' grave after patrol.  She dutifully did as she was told, not caring about anyone or anything any longer.  Her friends watched with concern as she lost weight and stopped caring about her appearance.  They approached Joyce about it but she had no luck when she approached Buffy either. 

Six months after the accident Buffy suddenly seemed to be taking an interest in things again.  She was genuinely happy when her mother and Pete announced their engagement, glad that at least one good thing had come out of the tragedy.  She bought a house with some of the money Giles had left her, decorating it and moving all her friends in with her.  In retrospect they would all wonder why they didn't suspect anything but at the time they were so grateful to have the old Buffy back that they never even dreamed that anything bad could possibly happen.

It was Giles' birthday, his forty-sixth.  Buffy put on the dress she knew he adored and the perfume he had given her for her birthday.  She rubbed the ring on her left hand, his ring, and took a final look around the house.  Propping the note on the counter, she slipped outside into the night, heading for the hill.  When she got there she sat next to the headstone, lovingly running her fingers over the inscription.  Taking a deep breath she pulled the bottle of Scotch from her bag and dug the little bottle of pills from her pocket.  She stared at them a long time before opening the bottle and beginning to drink.  Halfway through, she opened the pill bottle and poured the pills into her hand.  Tossing them into her mouth she swallowed them, gulping down the rest of the Scotch and tossing the bottle aside.  Curling up on the ground, she reached out and touched the headstone one last time.  As her breathing slowed a sense of peace washed over her.  A noise beside her startled her and she looked up, smiling when she saw the hazy face gazing down at her.  With the last of her strength she reached out to touch it.  "I lied Giles, I lied.  I love you more than anything else in the world," she whispered.  "I lied to save you.  But without you there was noone to save me."  Her eyes fluttered closed and her hand dropped to the ground, her chest rising one last time before growing still.

The man crouching next to her dropped to his knees, his head bowed in sorrow.  Gently, tenderly, he gathered her into his arms and waited, watching over her until the others came, bloody tears running silently down his cheeks.  When he heard the commotion behind him he got slowly to his feet and turned to face them.  Buffy lay limply in his arms, a soft smile curving her full lips.  Joyce screamed her name, her hand clutching her swollen stomach as the baby within it kicked angrily, almost as if it knew Buffy was gone.  Pete wrapped his arm around her waist, steadying her as he watched Spike approach them.  Xander tried to take Buffy from his arms but he growled his face morphing instantly.  The young man took a step back, amazed at the protectiveness the blonde vamp was showing his dead friend. 

A man ran up, bending at the waist as he tried to catch his breath.  Glancing at Spike and the body that lay in his arms, he snorted.  "Not surprised she did this.  She never was the type of Slayer we needed.  She was weak, they both were."  He straightened up and turned to go.  "That's what you get when you disobey the Council.  Maybe now we'll get the Slayer we deserve," he observed pompously.  A howl of rage split the night and Spike shoved Buffy's body into Xander's arms before launching himself at the Watcher.  "You fucking piece of shit!" he roared as he punched the man.  "You and your bloody Council can go to hell.  She was the best Slayer the world has ever seen.  And him, he was more of a man and a Watcher than any of you pissants will ever be."  Weakly the Watcher tried to defend himself from the onslaught.  The last thought that entered his mind was that it was a sad day when a vampire defended the honor of a Slayer and her Watcher.  Spike sank his teeth into his throat and drank deeply before ripping it out and spitting it on the ground.  "Enjoy your stay in hell mate," he whispered as he turned and took Buffy from Xander.  The others didn't even blink at what they had just seen.  They just turned and followed Spike quietly down the hill, leaving the Watcher's body where it fell as a lesson to those who came after him. 

A tinkling laugh echoed around the area.  "You waited for me!" Buffy cried out happily.  A deep chuckle joined her laugh.  "Always luv, always."  Wispy fog swirled over the grave and anyone who had been watching would have seen a tall handsome man grab the slight girl and twirl her around in his arms.  "Giles," she said softly as they disappeared.  "I'm really sorry I lied."