Infidelity
By Moonstone1520

Title: Infidelity
Author: Moonstone1520
Rating: G or PG…not sure which
Distribution: By all means, go ahead. Take it, but let me know first.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. All belongs to the brilliant mind of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and Fox. My imagination and what I wish to do with it is my property alone. You have been warned…
Summery: Giles comes home to a heartbreaking surprise. Not the happiest of fics.
Spoilers: “The Dark Age”, “Revelations”, and “Helpless”
Feedback: It would give me an ego boost…and maybe some inspiration.


Giles grinned as he stepped onto the porch of the Summers home with a bouquet of red roses in one hand and his luggage in the other. I hope Buffy is surprised, he thought happily. He had been gone from his lover for a week. Urgent matters of the Council had to occupy his attention. He just got back from his trip and though was exhausted, he was anticipating a bit of naughty fun.

He dug his key out of his pocket and unlocked the front door. Dropping his luggage onto the floor quietly, he closed the door just as quietly and crept up the stairs. The door to Buffy’s bedroom was open and inviting. He smiled and ran his fingers through his hair as he walked to her room. He stopped in front of her door.

The smile rapidly disappeared from his face at the sight that greeted him. The red roses fell out of his grasp and onto the floor. “Oh, God,” he breathed.

 

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Buffy awoke with a killer headache and a major hangover. God, I have got to stop going to bars when I’m depressed, she thought groggily in the numb haze that was her mind. She turned over onto her side and realized that someone was sleeping next to her.

Someone that wasn’t Giles.

She opened her eyes wide, staring at the stranger lying next to her and started when she heard a whisper from her doorway.

“Oh, God.” She sat bolt upright in her bed and rested her gaze on the man standing in the doorway.

“Giles,” she said weakly. The man next to her—Ben? Brad? Did it matter now? — stirred and awoke, opening his eyes lazily. He sat up against the headboard and noticed that they had company.  He alternated his gaze between Buffy and Giles.

“Uh-oh,” he said. Captain Obvious.

Giles stumbled away, trying to get as far away from Buffy as he could. He heard her call his name, but it barely registered. He had to get out. He had to get away.

Buffy scrambled out of bed, taking the sheets with her to cover her naked body. “Hey!” the guy called behind her. She ignored him and ran after Giles, stopping only when she saw the red roses on the floor. Her eyes filled with tears and she stooped down to collect them. She held the beautiful flowers in her arms and leaned against the doorframe. She struggled for breath, the tears spilling out onto her cheeks.

“Oh, God. What have I done?” she asked herself.

 

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After Giles had gone, Bret—Buffy later remembered—threw on his clothes and left without saying a word. Buffy had taken a very cold shower, hurriedly dressed and called Willow to come A.S.A.P. The redhead arrived to a very stricken Slayer. Buffy had broken down in Willow’s lap and told her how she had gotten drunk the night before and when Bret kindly took her home, she ended up seducing him.

“Then I woke up with a major hangover and Bret lying next to me and on top of all that, Giles was standing in the doorway just staring. Oh, God Willow, I’ll never forget the look on his face,” she sobbed.

Willow stroked her hair as she tried to soothe her friend. “Maybe if you go talk to him, he’ll understand.” Buffy sat up and stared at Willow, horrified. “How can he understand?” she asked aghast. “I just slept with another man! Willow, I love him with every fiber of my being and now he’s gone from my reach with one stupid mistake on my part. Plus, we’re talking about the Emotional Marathon Man, here Will,” she chuckled bitterly. Willow smiled sadly.

“It wouldn’t hurt to try and talk to him,” Willow said gently.

So it was at Willow’s insistence that, hours later, Buffy stood in front of Giles’s door. She wrung her hands like there was no tomorrow and she trembled slightly. Several times she had raised her hand to knock, and several times, her courage had left her before she could place her fist on the door.

“It’s now or never, Summers,” Buffy muttered to herself. She raised her hand and knocked twice. The large door slowly opened. Giles stood behind it, his hair and clothes disheveled, and a glass of whiskey in his hand.

“What do you want?” he asked coldly. His words were not slurred and his eyes weren’t bloodshot, so Buffy guessed that Giles had only just started to drink. Still, she might have preferred a drunk Giles than a sober Giles in this situation. She could handle it better.

“Can I come in?” Giles stared at her a moment, then retreated inside, leaving the door open. Buffy took that as an unspoken invitation to come inside. She stepped over the threshold and shut the door. Giles sat on the couch, not even bothering to look at her. She came around and sat in front of him.

“Look, I know I made a mistake—”

Giles snorted. “That’s a bloody understatement,” he muttered. Buffy swallowed and forced herself to look at him. “But, this is only one mistake. It won’t happen again, I swear. I didn’t mean to hurt you, Giles. I love you so much.” Tears welled up in her eyes. Giles took a sip from his glass and cradled it in his hand.

“I don’t think we should see each other anymore, Buffy.” His voice was emotionless, so empty. Buffy stared at him in shock.

“What?” Her voice shook with emotion, the tears overflowing onto her cheeks.

“How am I to trust you anymore when I’m away? I don’t know that I can anymore.”

“You can trust me! I love you, Giles!” He stood up suddenly.

“Oh, come off it Buffy! If you loved me, you wouldn’t have gotten yourself drunk and slept with that sod! This whole relationship is…was based on trust and love. Well, you shattered that trust and I’m taking back that love.”

“But it was only one time, it will never—”

“It wasn’t just one time!” he shouted at her. She stood up with him. They were too close for him and he moved himself away from her. “You have continuously destroyed my trust in you since Angel returned. Now, you commit one of the ultimate acts of infidelity and betrayal and you expect me to continue to trust you? Bugger that!” He threw back the rest of the contents of the glass and poured himself another. Buffy approached him, filled with anger.

“You’re one to talk, Giles! Remember Eyghon? Remember my eigthteenth birthday?” He whipped his head around at these statements.

“Eyghon is dead, and you’re not eighteen, anymore Buffy. I know that I have broken my share of trust. But this is completely different. I can’t forgive this sort of thing,” he said icily.

“Giles. Please,” Buffy said shakily. He nodded to the door.

“See your own way out.” Buffy walked up to him and turned him around so that he was facing her. She covered his lips with hers and put forth every once of love and desire she felt for him into the kiss.

It broke her heart when Giles didn’t kiss her back.

Instead, he pushed her away and turned back to his whiskey. “Get out,” he snarled.

She stood there, watching him, for what seemed like an eternity, when in reality, it was only a few minutes. She slowly crossed the short distance to the door and walked out of the flat and out of his life.

 

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Of all the things I believe in/I just wanna get it over with/Tears form behind my eyes/But I do not cry/Counting the days that pass me by

 

Buffy leaned against her bathroom door, letting the tears flow freely. She ignored the knocks and pleas from her friends to come out and talk to them. She had come home to find the whole Scooby Gang sitting in her living room. Barely even noticing them, she had flown up the stairs and into the bathroom, locking the door behind her.

Her knees were pulled up to her chest, her arms curled tightly around them. Her chin trembled with unshed tears, and her mind whirled with the events of the past two days. It finally hit her that she had lost the love of her life.

Her sobs rang out in the bathroom.

 

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I’ve been searching deep down in my soul/Words that I’m hearing/Are starting to get old/Feels like I’m starting all over again/The last three years were just pretend/And I said

 

The tumbler of whiskey was almost gone, and yet Giles was still sober. He looked at the glass and its red contents swirling around inside. He took a sip and forced himself to swallow.

I’ll have to sell the flat, rent a new one in Bath. All the books have to be packed; I’ll have to quit my post at the University…

On a sudden surge of rage, he turned and threw the glass at the staircase, watching it shatter and the red liquid run down the banister. It did little to satisfy him. Coming around into the tiny kitchen to get another glass, he smashed his fist into the wall.

Over and over and over again. When he finally stopped, his knuckles were raw and bloody and he suspected some of them were broken. The pain helped numb his mind when the whiskey didn’t. He put his back against the wall and struggled to control his ragged breathing and tried to restrain the tears that threatened to overflow. 

 

Goodbye to you/Goodbye to everything I thought I knew/You were the one I loved/The one thing that I tried to hold onto

 

He sunk down to the floor and leaned his head back against the wall.

It was only then, when the pain in his knuckles had subsided and the tumbler of whiskey was empty, did he allow himself the luxury of crying.

 

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I still get lost in your eyes/And it seems that I can’t live a day without you/Closing my eyes/And you chase the thoughts away/To a place where I am blinded by the light/But it’s not right

 

A few weeks later, Buffy opened Giles’s apartment with the spare key he had given her a few months ago. Before all of this happened. She had Willow and Xander behind her, supporting her quietly.

 

Goodbye to you/Goodbye to everything I thought I knew/You were the one I loved/The one thing that I tried to hold onto

 

She stifled a sob with her hand when she opened the door.

Everything was gone.

Everything except…

 

And it hurts to want everything and nothing at the same time/I want what’s yours and I want what’s mine…/I want you but I’m not giving in this time

 

“Buffy,” Xander said quietly. He reached out and picked up a sheet of paper. He scanned it and handed it to Willow, pinching the bridge of his nose. Willow bit her lip hard as she read it, then handed it to Buffy. The two friends quietly surround her as Buffy burst into sobs, holding on to Xander, otherwise she would have sunk to the ground.

Her friends cried with her, but not for the same reasons.

Buffy lost a love; Xander and Willow had lost a dear friend.

Nothing would ever be the same.

 

Goodbye to you/Goodbye to everything I thought I knew/You were the one I loved/The one thing that I tried to hold onto

 

I will be gone by the time you lot get this note. For reasons I’m sure you all know, I’m going back to England permanently. I have no plans to ever return to Sunnydale—it’s just too bleeding painful. I’m sorry.

I’ll remember you all forever. You won’t be forgotten.

Love always,

Giles

 

And when the stars fall I will lie awake/You’re my shooting star

The End