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You Do NOT Get to Say Her Name
As the sun rose high over Sunnydale, Giles and Buffy had taken leave of the house once again. The potentials were training with Anya and Xander, Willow and Tara still hadn’t emerged from their room and Giles knew he had to get to the bottom of the issue with Tara. They had made their way to the Magic Box and had spent an hour training amongst the rubble before their conversation had heated up to a level where Buffy had almost pummelled him.
“I cannot believe you would be so irresponsible!” Giles chastised his usual soft voice harsh and biting with anger.
“Giles, will you calm down, I can’t believe that Tara is dangerous. You saw her, she’s just, well, she’s Tara!” Buffy replied, her patience wearing thin.
“She told you she could be dangerous and you didn’t think that maybe that is information we should all know?”
Buffy hung her head; she knew that she should have said something but Tara had assured her that she was only dangerous in the right way. Buffy herself could be considered ‘dangerous in the right way’.
“She’s not going to hurt anyone Giles.” she pleaded. “You saw her with Willow; she’s the Tara she always was.”
Giles raised an eyebrow cautiously. “It’s exactly because I saw her with Willow that I know she could be exceptionally dangerous, to anyone who may pose a threat to her or Willow, especially to Willow!” The older man shook his head and slumped into a chair, removing his glasses and polishing them slowly.
“What happened Giles?” Buffy asked suspiciously as she took a seat opposite him.
Placing his spectacles back on the bridge of his nose, he took a couple of deep breaths before replying. “I came back to the house and, well, she and Willow were…” he tilted his head to the side as if looking for the right term, “’making out’ in the kitchen. The way she looked at me, Buffy, I’ve only ever seen…”
“Well yeah sure, I’d be pissed if you interrupted me. That doesn’t mean anything!” Buffy cut him off.
Sighing deeply, Giles fixed his stare on the slayer, lulling her into silence before continuing. “…That kind of look in wild animals when they are guarding their kill or their offspring.” he finished.
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