I think I'd still be pretty skeeved.

You'll be taken care of by a young magician and his trusty dragon Gleep?

I can see people who see Giles as being the same age as their fathers being squicked by the idea of a 'ship, but he's my age, and I'm all over the sexiness that is Giles. Postulate a circumstance where Buffy is more than of age and they've moved past the most obvious mentor/student situation into more of a partnership, and I'm there. Call me a freak, I'm still going to read the stuff.

I find G/B skeevy generally, though I could see them as an "old" settled couple in SA's story and not be disturbed by the idea.

I picked that up as well. I think the problem I have with B/G is the same problem I have with 'shipping any trainee/mentor pairing, especially the ones that have such a strong parent-child feel to them. Plus, there's the fact that Giles and Joyce slept togther, which makes the whole idea of B/G just that much more squicksome.

Yup. As someone said about Woody Allen? You're not supposed to fuck the children.

You'll be taken care of by a young magician and his trusty dragon Gleep?

Pervert! I mean, Pervect! (Mythconception.....)

Irl, I agree. But fantasy is not much like real life...I wouldn't really do it in a garbage dumpster or a cuffoon, probably. Maybe...ok, the Dumpster is a huge "no."

KAY

I went to the online phone book and located the “Camarillo Factory Outlets”, forty minutes away.Sounded like the place, if these visions had a service area. “He looks like Chewbacca on steroids,” Cordy said.

“Sounds like a Krevloch demon. “ Wesley said. “Let me consult my books and see what I can find out.”

“No offense, Wes, but I think we’d just better be going. We’ve got a forty-minute drive already, huh? And he’s gonna stick out. Just a little, don’t you think?”

“But you know very little about it...its vulnerabilities and so on. How will you manage?”

“We’ll wing it. I’ll be in touch in forty minutes, huh?”

“Not the way I drive,” Gunn said.

“A man after my own heart,” I said, and noticed Wesley frowning. “It’s okay, babe. You look after Cordelia and if I need anything out of the Dungeons and Dragons playbook, you’re my guy.”

“I still think ‘winging it’ is incredibly ill-advised. Don’t come running to me if you get killed. What? I don’t even know what I’m saying any more.”

”That makes two of us, hon. Look, though, besides my ordinary Earth weapon, Mr. Smith and Wesson, I’ve got four stakes and this sharp axe-thing you gave me. Just when I couldn’t get any cuddlier, huh? Check me out...Xena the Warrior Flatfoot. But I’m not gonna start dressing like her, though.” I showed off my full gunbelt.

”Too bad,” Gunn teased. “That’d make it real easy to come to work."

“I think life might be hard on a blind demonfighter, Gunn.”

“ I’d manage. My other senses would take over, right?”

“How much of a coincidence is it that this outlet mall has the same name as your prison for the criminally insane?”

Gunn drummed his fingers on the rental car dashboard. “You just light up rooms wherever you go, don’t you?”

“I try,” I said. “I was precinct Miss Congeniality three years in a row.”

“Scully, you’re full of it.”

“You’re like a cop with all the nicknames. Why Gunn?”

“That’s real original. My last name. My first name is Charles. Do I look like a Charles?”
“About as much as I look like Katherine Marie,” I admitted. “No offense.”

The glare was getting to me, I fiddled with the sun visor. The California sun was relentless...hard to get used to after Balmer. Maybe I’d go the Munchkin route and get dark glasses. I still found myself thinking about him a lot, though the dreams tapered off with the work at AI. But I still didn’t sleep often. I knew the doctors would think I was driving myself too hard, but I’m not the crocheting type. And you know doctors, they always think you’ve got nothing else to do but watch your plumbing.
Gunn was as good as his word. We hauled ass down that freeway. “We make a good team,” I said. “Flatfoot and Leadfoot. Damn.”

“Just doing what had to be done.”

“We can’t get a ticket though.”

”What? You can’t work some of that ‘professional courtesy’ mojo?”

“More likely in Balmer. It didn’t do much good with Detective Lockley.”

And I found myself making pouty lips like Detective Blondie did. Immature, yeah. Catty, probably. But really funny to me at that moment as I was trying to sort through what Tim would probably call my “Russert issues"

“I think I just have the wrong equipment to get through to her, if you know what I mean..”

Gunn drummed his fingers on the rental car dashboard. “You just light up rooms wherever you go, don’t you?”

That is so Gunn.

Thanks. I'm glad he's ok.We couldn't be much more different. And yes, thanks to TV and reading, I know the names of a surprising number of lockups and psych hospitals. Ours is just ASH for Arizona State Hospital. But the first time I visited an Anthony Head site...I didn't understand anything for a minute.Edited for important missing word.

And yet? You're still not squicked by Cordy/Angel. Freak.

Because they had a chance! A snarky, ooh-lets-have-sex but not angst about it chance! But it was squandered!

Got a case of Same Bunny Different Hutch today. This is the beginning of the Law And Order Calendar case. Cause I promised sj ages ago...
I have no idea if Lenny and Mike were actually bunkies during this period, but Logan's pretty, so who cares? Lenny's had too damn many partners.

Rupert Giles was excited that Saturday night, even before he got to the trail of pink rosepetals. They were just the sort of touch he thought Jenny might favor. It had been a long time since he’d been with a romantic. A long time, full stop. He followed the flowers to his door, which was rather more unlocked than he remembered. Giles, old man, you’re getting scatterbrained in your old age, he thought.
Although maybe Jenny found the spare key. He stepped in. “Hello? Jenny?”
The quiet struck him as odd, but he found another flower and the note saying “Upstairs. And then he saw something nobody’s fantasies are made of. Bloody hell, he might’ve known it was that bastard Angelus. There was nothing else for it, after more Scotch. And here comes his bleeding neighbor walking her damned Chihuahua.
“Mr. Giles,” Mrs. Murgatroyd said.
He was a real nice fella, foreign and stuff. Had a real nice accent, like James Bond.

“Mrs. Murgatroyd.”

”Lorraine.”

“Lorraine.”

“Would you like to come to my place? I’ve got satellite.” She asked, none too subtly.

“I’ve got a bit of a personal crisis at the moment.”

“I’m a good listener.”Lorraine looked in Giles’ window. Not because she was nosy but because he worried her, she told herself. “Oh, my God! Call the police!”

Detectives Briscoe and Logan, SPD, arrived a while later. “What d’you think?” Logan asked.

“Kind of reads like trouble in Paradise, but something doesn’t feel right. The window’s open, for one. “

“Maybe he caught her banging somebody.”

“Yeah, but look, genius, it’s his house. Not everybody lives on the edge like you. Not since I got sober, anyway. And who says romance is dead? Banging. God.”