And we love it

AUTHOR: Gabriele Schulz
DISTRIBUTION: The New Buffy/Giles Relationshippers. Others please ask first.
SPOILERS: up to Graduation II
FEEDBACK: Send me your sympathies...
SUMMARY: The Gilesmobile dies an unexpected death, but Buffy and Giles find to each other. B/G
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.
Today my beloved bicycle broke down and died   
:,(    (That's supposed to be a crying smiley) It inspired this little fic. I love(d) my bike and I love Giles' car, so this is dedicated to both of them. And if you think that it's crazy (in a non-charming way) to dedicate a fic to inanimate objects, then I don't like you and you shouldn't read this fic. Besides, how do we know that they don't have a soul (anima is latin for soul)?
Set after at the end of the "summer of bonding" (you read my other fics, didn't you?)
I'll miss my bike...
DATE: 7/16/99


Buffy came to first, looking around to Giles to see if he was okay. He sat next to her, eyes closed, but didn't seem hurt.

She shook him carefully.


Then she looked around to see how much the car had been damaged during the crash. When she saw the trees through the cracked front window, she started crying.

He heard her sobs and thinking she was hurt forced his eyes open. He looked at her and saw her: head down, face buried in her hands, shaking.

He quickly unfastened the seatbelt. A sudden pain in his shoulder made him hiss but he moved over to her and unfastening her seatbelt took her in his arms.

"Buffy, are you all right?"

She moved her arms around him, but didn't answer.

"Are you hurt?"

"It's dead."

Had he heard that correctly? He stroked her hair, while she kept sobbing into his shirt. He looked out of the front window, but could only see the trees they had run into and the hood of the car that was now only a third of its original size.

"I can't see anything."

She kept crying.

"Whatever it is, we'll bury it."

Surprisingly she started to laugh, between sobs.

She looked up at him.

"I'm talking about the car."


He was a little confused, but began stroking her hair again, as she buried her face in his chest.

"I'm so sorry, Giles."

"What ever for? It wasn't your fault that some lunatic nearly drove into us. You saved our lives!"

"But I killed our car."


He didn't really know what to say. Dealing with autocide was not something he had ever thought he'd have to handle.

When Buffy had quieted down they managed to crawl through the window of the car. The door was jammed.

Looking at the remains of his citroen he realized it would never drive again. It was already beginning to get dark, but the damage was hard to overlook. Buffy was right. If one could call an inanimate object dead, it would certainly apply to the state of his car. He also realized how lucky they had been to survive. He tightened his arms around Buffy, who had begun sobbing again and had turned into his arms.

As if she could read his mind, she said.

"It could have been all three of us."

He felt tears rolling down his cheeks.

He softly mumbled. "I can't believe, we're crying over a car."

She looked up at him.

"It's not just *a* car. It's *our* car. And we *love* it."

She went on to cry a little more and he stroked her hair, until her sobs subsided.

"It's getting dark. We should try to find someone, who'll bring us home."



"I... we can't just leave it here."

"Buffy, it cannot be repared."

"But we can't just leave it here. We can put in your garden. Or our garden. Or rent a garage, I don't care what. We can't just let it stay here and wait till it falls to pieces."

"All right. We can call a breakdown recovery service tomorrow morning."

She didn't seem satisfied.


"I don't want to leave it alone all night."

He smiled at her.

"Do you want us to stay here overnight and see if we can find someone to help us tomorrow?"

She looked up at him, the 'Could we?' plainly written on her face.

An hour later they were sitting on the backseat, cuddled together. They had talked about the car, how Giles had stood between all those American cars and American people in an American town, when he had seen the citroen, looking as much out of place as he felt. Then other occasions they had shared the car.

'All you will get from me is my support and my respect.'

Buffy's arms tightened around him as they came to that part of their personal history. She couldn't help the tears rolling down her cheeks.


He began stroking her hair again.

"I'm so sorry, Giles."

"Buffy, there's nothing you have to be sorry about, well, at least nothing you have to cry about. All of that is in the past."

"So you don't deny, that I should feel sorry?"

"Buffy... Everyone makes mistakes once in a while. And I know that you regret them and that's all I want."

"But it's not enough. All those years you kept your promise, except one time, but I won't talk about that now. You were always there for me. *Are* always there for me. And I never even thank you."

"Buffy, you don't have to thank me. I know that you..."

"Love you."

They looked at each other.

"... love me."

"No, you don't."

"You just told me."

"I love you."

He smiled.

"I love you, too, Buffy."

"No, Giles, I..."

He felt his heart beating faster suddenly.

"... I love you, Giles."


"I don't know when it happened and I've only been aware of it for a short while, but somewhere between running away from you the first day we met and falling asleep on the backoffice couch after that long night of research, I fell in love with you."

His expression was unreadable. He thought of that morning, when he had woken up, Buffy wrapped tightly around him. She had been in love with him?!

She moved her head back to his chest too afraid to see any kind of rejection in his eyes. After a while she dared to ask.

"Are you embarrassed?"

"God, no!"

She looked up at him.

"Should *I* be?"

He looked into her eyes.


"Giles, please talk to me. Even if I don't want to hear it, tell me the truth. Do you think you could ever love me, too?"

"Buffy..." He once again began stroking her hair.

"Giles! Could you please say something other than my name."

"I don't know what to say..."

"How about 'I love you'...?"

He looked at her. It wasn't that he had to think about it. God, he had known that he loved her for over a year now, but... the fact that she returned his feelings and he hadn't seen it...

He saw the fearful look in her eyes and finally managed to answer.

"I love you."

"You do?" She was still not letting herself believe.

"I honestly do. I love you, Buffy, as much as... so much that I have no words for it."

A wide smile lit up her face.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. The kiss soon deepened and their tongues explored the other's mouth. When he felt her unbuttoning his shirt, he stopped her.

"Buffy, do you think, that the backseat of a car is the right place to make love for the first time with each other?"

"I already told you, it's not *a* car, it's *our* car. And I couldn't think of a better place for our first time. The old library is gone. The new one doesn't cover everything we've been through. This car was yours from the beginning and over the summer it became ours. We should let it know that we finally made it."

"I suspect it already knows."

"We should prove it."

With that she straddled him and kissed him again, her tongue tasting his mouth, while her hands continued on his shirt. He didn't object.

It was dark outside and if it could, the citroen would have smiled at the sounds of love emitting from its backseat, as Buffy and Giles wrote another chapter of their personal history, as well as the history of the car that had accompanied them for such a long time.