A Little Favor
Gabriele Schulz

TITLE: A Little Favor
AUTHOR: Gabriele Schulz
EMAIL: gabi@gschulz.de
DISTRIBUTION: Everyone who has my general permission. Others please ask first.
FEEDBACK: Love it. Especially if you like the story ;-)
SUMMARY: Giles is dying and Buffy asks for a little favor. B/G
WARNING: Character death
DISCLAIMER: The characters are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Sandollar Productions, Kuzui Enterprises, 20th Century Fox Television, the WB Television Network, and whoever else may have a hold on them. I do not mean to infringe upon any copyrights.
NOTES: My birthday fic for Arkin!
DATE: 09/16/2000

They weren't particularly many, nor big, nor clever. They were just 'lucky'. Lucky to get Giles that is, because when Buffy arrived she dusted both of them.

When she knelt down she immediately saw the wound on his shoulder. His jacket and shirt had been ripped apart and blood was flowing freely from a deep cut. She ripped away the sleeve and tied it so that it would help stop the bleeding.


"Shhh, Giles. I'm here. Everything will be all right."

He lifted his arm to hers to make her look at him.

"Giles, we'll get you to a hospital."

He shook his head.

"Buffy... I..."

"Don't talk. Do you think you can stand up?"

He gripped her arm, although he was so weak it was a mere squeeze.

"... have to tell you..."

"I killed them Giles. Both of them."

He shook his head.

Buffy tried to push his body from the ground so that he would sit up.

He managed to lift his arm enough to touch her face with his fingers.

"... love you."

For a second Buffy stopped her efforts in amazement and just looked at him.

"I love you," he repeated weakly.

"We'll get you to a hospital."

She moved his arm behind her head and pushed her hands underneath him. Then she carefully stood up and lifted him from the ground. She suddenly felt something wet soak through her shirt and when she looked down, she realized that the cut on the shoulder had only been the beginning of a long slash that had sliced open half of his torso.

"Oh my God."

She looked at Giles' face, but he had fainted already.


The nurse was surprised when she saw a petite blonde carrying a man inside, but then her attention focused on the man's wound and she immediately called a doctor.

The fear of being locked away by security was all that could keep Buffy away from Giles while they treated him and as soon as a doctor arrived she stormed off to Giles room. The doctor ran after her explaining that he was in a coma and in very severe condition. Buffy stopped her stride for a second to look at him and the look on his face told her more than she cared to know. She entered the room without asking if she was allowed to. A nurse looked at the doctor who simply nodded.

Buffy sat down at Giles' bed and took his hand in hers.


She didn't know what else to say. Their lives were nothing but a fight, but still she was unprepared for something like this. Of all the people in the world she had feared for Giles the least, because she somehow considered him invincible. She had thought that he would always be there, no matter what. Concussions, bruises, broken fingers, ribs and a weekly knock on the head. These were the things that happened to Giles, not...

"You have to wake up. Willow and Xander will be here soon. What am I supposed to tell them?"

She lifted his hand to her lips and kissed them.

"We need you. I need you. I can't do this without you. Don't you remember. You promised to never leave me. You promised me twice. Not with words but... Giles you cannot... please wake up."

Tears were beginning to roll down her cheeks.

"I love you."


She stayed with him night and day, only leaving to shower and go to the toilet. She even ate there. Nobody had to heart to send her away, nor did they dare after a young nurse tried to persuade her to go home and sleep in her own bed for a night.

Xander and Willow came every day, feeling helpless, not only because Giles made no sign of recovery, but also because they worried about Buffy. When they were present, Buffy talked about Giles. From the emotional experiences they had shared to the most insignificant detail about a thing he had said years ago.

After four days she told them about the night, it had happened. Or at least what he had said to her.

"He loves you?"

"Of course he does. I should have known. I should have known years ago. The signs were there. I was just too blind to see. Of course he loves me. Just as I love him."

A fresh flow of tears were beginning to run down her face and she kissed Giles hand again, not seeing the faces of her friends that displayed surprise and then a profound sadness and a pain that was almost unbearable.

When the doctor told Buffy that he wouldn't survive, she refused to listen to him. She asked Willow for magic, but her friend just tried to tell her that she had to let go. But she couldn't.

She went back into his room and sat at his side.

"Giles, I'm back. The doctor says... you have to wake up. I know that you can. You cannot die. Not like this. I didn't even tell you that I love you. I want to see your face when I tell you. Your eyes. Giles, please."

She kissed his hand and started crying again.

When her tears had stopped she laid down his hand and folded her hands on the bed.

"God, I... I haven't talked to you in a really, really long time, but... I need your help... you have to... I... I don't know it it's you who made me the Slayer, but you probably know about that, and know that I really try to do my best even if it's not easy... I think... I hope that I deserve a little favor for that. I... I just want to tell him that I love him. I want to make him happy for once in my life. And if you don't do it for me, do it for him. Please. He is the best man you could imagine. And I know that I don't deserve it, but he loves me. He told me so himself, but I'd know it anyway. At least now. And I love him so much. I love him more than... anything. But I never had the chance to tell him. So please God, if you have the power to grant me a little favor, let me tell him that I love him. Please."

She stayed like that, hands folded, eyes closed, waiting. Then suddenly one of the machines around Giles began to beep.


She took his hand and felt... something.

"Giles, are you awake?"

She felt it again.

A doctor came rushing in.

Giles opened his eyes.


"Ms. Summers, I'm afraid y-"

"NO!" She screamed at the doctor trying to push her away, then she turned to Giles and spoke softly. "Can you understand me?"

He blinked.

She smiled.

"I love you."

His eyes widened a little and then she could feel him squeeze her hand. Tears of joy began running down her face.

Then Giles closed his eyes and a different machine began to beep.

"Ms. Summers!"

"What is happening?"

"Cardiac arrest."


More nurses and doctors rushed in and Buffy stepped aside, letting go off Giles' hand.

They did their best, but in the end they couldn't help him.

Buffy couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe it, when she saw Willow and Xander crying. She couldn't believe it, when Angel, Cordelia and Wesley came down from LA to pay their respects and she still couldn't believe it when they lowered his coffin into the ground.

Then one day, while she was patrolling a vamp came along.

"All alone?"

They fought for a less than a minute before she dusted him.

And then she believed it.

She was alone. Giles would never come back, never go with her on patrol, never do research with her or train. He was dead.

She began to cry.

She went to see his grave to see what she finally knew. That he was buried and dead and would never come back.

After an hour of sitting at his grave, she got up to go home.

On her way she passed a deserted church. She went inside.

"God? I don't know if you're here, but I guess if you could hear me in the hospital you can hear me now as well. I'm not going to ask you why, because I don't even want to know. I'm still alive and so are my parents and Willow and Xander. I don't understand why you had to take Giles, but it was your decision and I obviously couldn't change that. As for what you did in the hospital... To be able to tell him and to see his eyes was... wonderful, but...", she looked around the dark room, "... don't expect me to say thank you."

Then she started crying again and ran out.

The End