My mind went in a slightly different direction.
Here is my first installment in my new series: Time Watcher.
Title: Time Watcher
Rating: FRT (safe for anyone at this point)
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to the characters used in this story. I am writing this story purely for entertainment purposes and am make no profit.
Summary: The Scoobies discover that Giles is more than he appears to be.
Giles grimly held onto the steering wheel of the motor home and looked into the rear view mirror. The Knights were gone. He gave a sigh of relief, glancing around at the others. “Is everyone alright?”
The responses were shaky, but everyone agreed. Smiling, Giles turned back to face the road ahead. To his horror he saw a mounted Knight riding straight at them. He twisted the wheel sharply, trying to avoid the rider, but the Knight threw his lance. It shattered the windshield and skewered Giles in the left side. He gave a cry of pain and slumped over the wheel.
The motor home careened wildly out of control, tipping over when it turned. Buffy, who had been hanging onto the roof, jumped and rolled to safety. By some miracle the motor home didn’t roll completely over; it settled on it’s left side, the tires spinning. Buffy ran to it, climbed up and opened the door. She dropped in, looking around anxiously. “Dawn, are you okay?”
Dawn looked up from where Spike had cradled her in his arms. “I’m good.”
Xander looked up, panic written on his face. “Buffy, Giles is hurt. We have to get him out of here.”
Buffy moved over next to Xander and saw the lance that was sticking through Giles. “Oh, God. What are we going to do? We’re in the middle of nowhere and we don’t have anything else to drive. He needs a doctor, right now.” Her eyes met Xander’s and for just an instant he saw fear. Then she blinked and looked back at the others.
“Alright, everybody except Willow and Spike climb out and wait. If you see the Knights coming, get back in here. Spike, I’m going to need you to help me get the lance out of Giles and Willow I need you to do what you can to stop the bleeding.”
The others began to move to the exit. Giles moved, moaning. His eyes opened and he looked at Buffy. “No. Keep everyone in here. It’s not safe outside.”
Buffy knelt next to his head, brushing the hair away from his face. “Giles, we have to get you to a doctor.”
“Buffy, listen to me. This is very important. Close the door and don’t let anyone out. Please.” His breath hitched in pain and his eyes closed. Buffy looked at Willow, who looked at the blood staining Giles' clothes. Her eyes met Buffy’s sadly. Willow shook her head and mouthed, “Humor him.”
Buffy shook her head in disbelief. No, Giles wasn’t going to die. She would get help for him herself. She had started to move away when a surprisingly strong hand grabbed hers. “Buffy, stay here. Close the door.” She looked back down and met Giles’ determined gaze.
Anya stood and reached up to close the door. The bang startled Buffy and she jerked her hand away. “The door is closed and we’re all here. Now why is this so important? The Knights are gone. We have to get you to a doctor.”
Giles didn’t reply. Instead he tried to shift himself forward and reached toward the dashboard. The slight movement sent waves of pain through him and he moaned, slumping back to the floor. “Xander,” he rasped, “push in the cigarette lighter.”
“What?!” Everyone stared at him.
“Just do it! Push in the bloody cigarette lighter!”
Xander looked at the others. Buffy shrugged. Willow again mouthed, “Humor him.” Xander leaned forward and pushed in the cigarette lighter.
There was an instant of darkness as all of the windows of the motor home disappeared. Then a bright light momentarily blinded everyone. When she could see, Buffy wasn’t sure that she believed what she was seeing.
They were no longer in the motor home. Instead they were in a large octagonal room. One wall had a door, and one wall had what looked like a flat screen TV. In the center of the room was a large console that was also octagonal shaped. The two sides that Buffy could see from where she sat were covered in lights, buttons, and viewscreens. She could see words on the screens, but they weren’t in any language that she knew.
Giles moaned again and Buffy turned back to him. “Giles, what the hell is going on here?”
Giles ignored her and looked behind her. “Willow, go around to the other side of the console. The side directly opposite here.” She got up and did as he said. “Do you see the lever and the blue button next to it?”
Willow nodded, then realized that he probable couldn’t see her. “Yes, Giles, I see them.”
“Pull the lever all the way down, then push the button.” Willow did. There was a strange grinding noise, then several columns of different colored crystals rose from the top of the console. With a loud humming sound, the crystals began to rise and fall.
Giles slumped back to the floor and gave a deep sigh. “Tardis.”
A beautiful female voice answered, “Yes, Watcher?”
“Random movement; no materialization until I give the order.”
“Random movement commencing.”
“Transmatt all parties to the infirmary.” There was another blinding flash of light. When everyone blinked the afterimage away they found themselves in another room.
Giles waved weakly to what was obviously an examination table. “Get this damn spear out of my side and put me up there.” Buffy just continued to sit next to him in shock. Spike looked around and caught Anya’s eye. They shrugged, stood, and moved over next to Giles. They rolled him onto his right side.
“Hold him steady.” Anya nodded. Spike pushed the lance further through Giles, causing him to groan and loose consciousness. This jerked Buffy out of her stupor.
“What are you doing? Leave him alone.”
“Watcher said to get the thing out of him. I need more of the shaft on the other side to break it properly. Now’s the time to do it; while he’s out. Come on, we could use your help.”
Buffy nodded and held the lance steady for Spike to break. When they pulled it out of Giles, the blood started gushing. Willow tore the bottom off her skirt and tried to make a bandage. Spike pushed her away. “He said put him up there. We can treat him better if he’s off the floor.” He stood and lifted Giles’ body onto the table.
The instant Spike’s hands were clear, the table lit up from beneath and a transparent dome appeared over his body. Buffy gave a cry and started pounding on the dome. The voice from before said, “Diagnosis beginning.”
Startled, Buffy stopped and backed away from the table. There were humming sounds and multi-colored lights flashed over Giles’ body. After a few seconds the humming stopped. “Diagnosis complete. Injury is life threatening, but repairable. Regeneration not recommended at this time.” The beautiful voice paused, then continued, “Do you wish repairs to be made?”
There was silence as everyone looked at each other.
“Slayer,” the voice said, “do you wish me to repair the damage to Watcher?”
“Yes!! Yes, take care of him. Fix his injuries.”
The dome became opaque. “Repairs commencing. Estimated time to completion; one hour and fifteen minutes. Would you like some refreshments while you are waiting?”
Buffy glanced helplessly at the others. Dawn shrugged and said, “Yeah, I’m kinda thirsty. Can I have something to drink?”
Another bright flash and when they could see again, they were in a library. Buffy caught her breath. At first she felt like she was in the library from school, then she noticed there were no windows. Also, instead of the doors to the rest of the school, there was a blank wall. She frowned and looked around. There were no doors. “How do we get out of here?”
A section of the top of the book counter lit up. The voice said, “Any refreshment you desire will be provided. State your requirement and it will appear on the devise. Please relax.”
“How do we get out of here?” Buffy repeated, beginning to get angry.
“For your own safety, it is best for you to remain in the library. Watcher will join you when his repairs have been completed.” The voice paused. “There have been additional injuries detected. Estimated time is now one hour and thirty-five minutes.”
For the first time, Xander spoke up. “Who are you?”
“I am Tardis.”
Willow looked around for speakers or cameras. “Where are you?”
“I am all around you.” Before the others could speak the voice continued. “I am pleased to finally make your acquaintance, Slayer. Watcher has spoken of you often. I will protect you until Watcher has recovered from his injuries.”
The voice went silent again, and Buffy had the strangest sensation of a presence leaving the room. Everyone looked around again. Dawn walked over to the counter and said, “Ice tea please, lemon, but no sugar.” A tall glass appeared. She picked it up and gave a cautious sip. “It’s good.” She drank the entire glass and sat it back down. “More, please.” Another glass appeared. She picked it up and moved to sit down at what looked like their old research table.
Spike went over to the counter and said, “O negative, body temperature.” A cup of deep red fluid appeared. Spike sniffed, sipped and smiled. “Perfect.” He moved to sit next to Dawn.
Buffy stomped over next to Willow. “Obviously I hit my head when I jumped off the RV and this is some strange dream.”
“But, we all see and hear the same things, so it can’t be a dream.” Willow protested.
“An RV that turns into a room, then the room changes twice, and a disembodied voice says it’s fixing Giles. Sounds like a weird dream to me. And we have shared dreams before.”
Willow frowned for a moment. ‘Okay, if the first Slayer shows up; it’s a dream. But otherwise, I think our lives just got a lot more interesting.”