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Summary: Funny how Xander’s memories of Giles seem a lot different the way Andrew tells them.

AN: For the Giles/Xander Song-Ficathon. My assigned song (which rapidly drifted into the back-story though it did inspire Andrew’s slightly skewed perception of the past) was “I Guess I Loved You” by Lara Fabian. Lyrics can be found here.

Thanks to darkhavens for taking a quick look at this, and for approving the title. Many thanks to soft_princess and mireille719 for organizing the ‘thon. Extra thanks to Sofy for putting up with me acting slightly insane last night. The master-list may be found here.

This clocks in at 2,765 words.



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The Hidden Significance of Stake Whittling
By
EntreNous
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Andrew rapped smartly on the door before walking right into the office Xander was occupying temporarily.

“Hey, Andrew,” Xander said in an absent voice. “What’s up?”

“Okay! I’ve got my video camera for the carefully constructed segments of heart-felt testimony. I have a tape-recorder for those humorous and pithy sound bites. Oh, and I brought along some good old fashioned pencil-and-paper for the general ambiance of the interview and heart-unburdening session.” He set down a stack of files and balanced the camera on the surface of the desk.

Xander pushed away the laptop he’d been using to check his email and blinked. “Uh . . . Ambiance?”

“You know, for atmosphere. To get you to open up and really ponder some of the lesser known anecdotes that will fascinate generations to come.” Andrew smiled and set-up the tape-recorder while he positioned himself in the chair in front of the desk. “Great. Now, are you ready to spin some of those old war stories?” He took out the pencil and paper he had just mentioned, and composed his expression into one of thoughtful earnestness, leaning forward as though ready to capture whatever gems came next out of Xander’s mouth.

After sliding his hands back and forth on the top of the desk a few times, Xander ventured to speak. “Um. About what?”

“Xander, Xander, Xander,” Andrew tsk-ed at him. “You didn’t forget, did you? You know that this is the time I set up with you to go over more of your contributions to this most important project.”

Xander cleared his throat and tried not to look blank.

Andrew sighed. “Your memories of working with Giles! Throughout the years of his career as esteemed Watcher, in the dark period of his disgrace from the Council that was lit only by his steadfast perseverance in continuing to boss Buffy around, into the most recent memories of his inspirational taking of the helm here at the Council when everyone else important had been blown up. For the top-secret archival and anniversary celebration that I’ve been planning for months? Remember, we spent some time on this the last time you were in town.” Andrew stopped to page through his notes. “Let’s see, I recorded for prosperity your daring rescue of Giles from the clutches of Angelus, and--”

Xander tried not to make the groan audible. “Right, yeah. Though that wasn’t so much a daring rescue as a fumbling and freaked out get-away. I just . . . why are you doing this again? Giles isn’t retiring. Or dead. The whole memory thing seems a little -- I just don’t think he really wants to sit and be toasted or roasted or however it is you want to serve him up at this shindig.”

“Because it is Giles’s first anniversary as the head of the newly revamped Council, and we need to get a jump-start on our recording of the deeds of our illustrious leader,” Andrew said primly. “Plus I want to distract him so he can sign off on my expenses on that last stay in Rome.”

“Uh huh.” Xander glanced at the files Andrew had brought in, at the different methods of recording he was surrounded by, and gave up. “Okay, fine. What do you want to know?”

Andrew beamed at him and flipped to a fresh page on his pad of paper. “Let’s see, the last time I secretly jogged Giles’s memory about your time working together, he happened to mention your help in organizing the cataloging of his collection of occult texts.”

Xander rubbed the back of his neck. “Do you mean when he had me unpack his books the fall after graduation?”

“Exactly. Tell me, tell our listeners,” and here Andrew angled the tape-recorder more directly at Xander. “Regale us with the interesting exchanges and hidden glimpses of the great man in his unguarded moments.”

“Um, not much to tell, actually. I alphabetized books. At least, I did until Giles told me to stop singing that song.”

“What song?” Andrew asked in an encouraging voice.

“The alphabet song,” Xander shifted uncomfortably. “You know. It’s the only way I can remember alphabetical order, much less put things in it.”

“Aha.” Andrew scribbled away, nodding as if Xander had revealed something particularly telling. “And Giles didn’t like this mnemonic of yours?”

“I think his words went something like, ‘If you don’t stop humming that blasted tune, I’ll withhold the Jaffa Cakes.’ ”

“Well played,” Andrew said sagely. “Go on.”

“Well, since I liked the Jaffa Cakes, and we always had them, it was a pretty good threat. When I was over Giles’s apartment, you know, or when he came over to hang out with me. It was definitely the preferred snacky thing when we watched movies together that year, and . . . ”

“I understand that there were some concussions that year,” Andrew prompted him helpfully.

“What? Oh, yeah. I mean, Giles just got hit in the head lots of times, and someone needed to hang out with him to make sure he was all right.”

“So you took that responsibility, knowing the importance of Giles’s presence in the continued mission of keeping Sunnydale safe, nay, in keeping the world safe.”

Xander bit his lip. “Kind of? Mostly I didn’t want him to go into a coma.”

“Of course not,” Andrew said kindly. “And you yourself had some medical emergencies throughout the years, at which Giles emerged as a father figure, a man who you could count on to invest in your personal welfare and provide a shoulder to lean on.”

“Oh, nah. I never really thought of Giles that father type way, even if he came to the hospital to keep me from getting bored when my own parents didn’t care. But the father thing -- he was like that with Buffy, sure, and Willow sometimes, but he never really played the daddy with me.” Xander stopped as a panicked look flitted over his face. “I mean, not daddy that way, with the leather and the ‘yes, sir,’ just . . . uh . . . what was the question again?”

“Giles coming to your rescue,” Andrew remarked.

“Uh, right. Well, Giles definitely helped me lots of times, even when I sort of let him down.”

“Really? Why don’t you tell me some more about that? For the sake of posterity,” Andrew added when Xander seemed reluctant.

“Well, you probably know already about the love spell thing that I tried out in high school.”

“I remember that,” Andrew said. “Girls swooning when you walked down the hall, the cafeteria lady going after you with a rolling pin. Say, did you ever think that her later plot to poison the student body with strychnine was due to her disappointment in never winning your heart?”

“What?” Xander looked startled. “Not until now.”

“Interesting.” Andrew made a few more notes. “So Giles was disappointed with you when that happened?”

“Majorly. For a while, I didn’t think he’d forgive me, especially with Buffy getting turned into a rat.”

“And yet he rose above it,” Andrew said. He gazed past Xander and nodded to himself. “Most likely due to his regard for you conquering any lingering disdain he felt over your decision to cast that spell.”

“Or because he needed help whittling stakes,” Xander said with a shrug.

“Yes. Stakes. You and Giles. Carving stakes. Together.” Andrew’s eyes glazed over for a moment, and then he hurried to mark the page he was writing upon with a sticky note.

“Listen . . .” Xander trailed off. “I guess I’m not sure why you don’t just talk to Buffy and Willow. Buffy has all the best Giles advice and training stories, and Willow has research-y anecdotes. Giles and me, we were more thrown together sometimes, but not so much anything else.”

Andrew raised his eyebrows and wrote something with a flourish.

“What?” Xander asked.

“Oh, nothing,” Andrew said. “Why don’t you tell me more about working in the Magic Box, making improvements on the store?”

“Oh, that. That was more . . .” He waved his hand around vaguely. “Shelf-building talk. Hanging out and ordering pizza talk. Not so much about monsters or leadership qualities, and definitely nothing that would make an archivist’s heart go pitter-pat.”

“Ah,” Andrew said. “And yet Giles spoke about it when I asked him about you.” He leaned back in the chair, a considering expression on his face. “He talked about your help and companionship during the period when Buffy and Willow began college. And he spoke about all the work you did to help get the store going. Of course he also mentioned the phone calls you exchanged when he briefly moved back to England, after Buffy died in the battle with Glory.”

“He told you about those? I thought . . . ” Xander knitted his fingers together and frowned at them. “And you’ve been bugging Giles to find out what he remembers about me why?”

“Well. I know there are stories about Giles that are worth preserving, about the librarian behind the myth. Buffy may have seen the Watcher, and Willow may have seen the intellectual, but you knew a different side of Giles.” Andrew paused for dramatic effect. “Giles . . .the man.”

“Huh.” Xander shook his head. “I never really thought about it . . . thought about Giles . . . that way . . .”

Andrew made that tsk-ing sound again. “Oh, Xander. Not seeing the forest of your insight into Rupert Giles for the many apocalyptic trees you chopped down together.”

Xander’s lips moved as though he was trying to form words. “What?” he finally got out.

Andrew went on. “But the last few times you’ve been around and we spoke, you didn’t offer so much material. I thought Giles himself might give me leads, since you didn’t seem to think that you had anything to tell about your . . . relationship.”

Xander looked up sharply. “And did he? Give you leads?”

Andrew switched his pencil for one with a sharper tip. “Let’s just say that he has lots of memories about you. Which was intriguing to me, given that you seemed so wary about revealing too much about your time with him. And so naturally, after a time, I began to think . . . “

“What? You thought what?”

“Oh, well.” Andrew examined a spot on the wall above Xander’s head.

Xander realized that his jaw had dropped and shut it quickly. “Hang on now. Did you think . . . you thought there was something between me and Giles?”

“Oh, no, I mean, not something actually physical ,” Andrew answered with a nervous laugh. “But of course in many of the famous friendships mentioned in history, there are great passions that are never consummated.”

“Never --” Xander stood up all at once. “Passions? Are you saying you thought I was in love with Giles?”

“What? I didn’t say anything like that! Nothing of the sort!” Andrew leaned forward again with wide eyes. “Were you?”

“No! I don’t know where you’d get a crazy idea like -- does Giles think that I’m in love with him?”

Andrew’s fingers played at his throat nervously. “He didn’t say . . . as such say anything about it . . . while he was telling me different stories about the two of you. Those words were never explicitly used . . .”

“Oh god,” Xander said. “Giles isn’t in love with me, is he?”

Andrew fell into a pensive posture. “Who can say, really, what’s inside another man’s heart? Especially when one has fought beside him, been a part of his life, for so long? And when that man is the enigmatic and ruggedly handsome Rupert Giles . . .”

“Oh god,” Xander said. He paced back and forth behind the desk, running his fingers through his hair. “I just . . . I never . . .”

“Perspective is a funny thing,” Andrew commented with a world-weary expression. “Sometimes it takes an outsider to realize the feelings that have been building all along, to divine the emotions in the stark narrative of history.”

“Andrew, I . . . sorry, I know I said I’d tell you more Giles stories, but I have to go talk . . . I have to go, okay?”

“Of course,” Andrew murmured. “We’ll continue this some other time.”

He watched as Xander took a breath and then walked rapidly down the hallway. “Yes, Xander. Go to him,” he said with a trembling and heartfelt voice, just as soon as he was absolutely sure that Xander couldn’t hear him.

* * *

“Ah, yes, Xander,” Giles said absently as Xander stormed into his office. “I was wondering --”

“Oh, I know what you’ve been wondering,” Xander shot back at him. “Wondering away, while I was graduating from high school or traveling in Africa, alphabetizing your books and building shelves for your store, and me totally clueless about all of it.”

Giles gave him a strange look. “Er. Well. I don’t see how you could know that I wanted to inquire how long your stay would be. But perhaps --”

“No, that’s not it,” Xander said. He walked the length of the room, spun on his heel, and retraced his steps. “It’s not about how long I’ll be here. You were wondering about movie-watching and pizza ordering, getting hit on the head, and whittling stakes.” He stopped to shake his finger in a warning gesture. “Don’t try to deny it.”

Giles gaped at him. “Stakes?”

But Xander forged on. “Even if you didn’t know it, you still visited me in the hospital. And I didn’t want you to go into a coma.”

Giles rose and began to walk around the desk. “Hospital?”

Xander’s cheeks were flushed as he kept talking. “All this time, I thought Jaffa Cakes were just snacks, and that the alphabet song drove you crazy, but now I see how we’ve been cutting down the apocalyptical trees in the forest of . . . something.”

Giles reached him and grasped his shoulders. “Xander, are you quite all right? I know that Andrew was looking for you, to speak with you, but you seem very agitated. I rather think his questions can wait.”

Xander cupped Giles’s face with his hands. “It can’t wait,” he said in a hoarse voice, and kissed him.

“Oh,” Giles said simply when Xander drew back. He didn’t let go of Xander, only slid his hands down to his upper arms, gripping him tighter.

Xander licked his lips and glanced up at Giles’s eyes before focusing again on his mouth. “I’m an idiot,” he said, and leaned forward to kiss Giles again.

“Wait!” Giles interrupted.

Xander waited, his lips parted slightly.

“I should ask you what’s going on, but . . .” He hesitated only for a moment longer before pulling Xander closer and kissing him fiercely.

* * *

An hour later, the files Giles had been examining were scattered all over the floor, his desk lamp hung precariously off the desk, half-broken and flickering, and Giles and Xander were mostly unclothed, stretched out on top of the enormous Italian leather-topped desk, trying to catch their breath.

There was a sharp knock at the door.

“Good god, unless the building is afire, we don’t care,” Giles said.

“Just making sure everything turned out all right,” Andrew’s voice came through the door.

There was the sound of footsteps retreating on plush carpeting. It sounded a little like skipping.

Giles grabbed Xander’s hand and kissed the back of it. “What was that all about?”

“Oh, that,” Xander said distantly. “Oh,” he repeated as Giles bit the ball of his palm gently.

“Andrew,” Giles prompted.

“Oh,” Xander said in a slightly more normal voice. “It was just . . . he was asking me a lot of questions. You know, about you, and me, through the years, and it made me realize . . . stuff.” At that point Giles skimmed his hand over Xander’s chest, and Xander gave a contented sigh. “I guess he was swinging by to check out the situation.”

“Funny,” Giles observed as he let his hand drift lower. “He’s been asking me similar sorts of questions, also making me think about, as you say, stuff. I suppose we have him to thank then.”

“I guess so,” Xander said breathlessly.

“Still,” Giles whispered in Xander’s ear as he shifted on top of him. “I’m not signing off on his damn expense reports.”

*~*~**The End**~*~*

Comments

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kaygrr
Feb. 6th, 2006 04:26 am (UTC)
Just freaked out my sister with the giggling. Andrew is so sneaky and dangerous with his mysterious powers of subtext! This is great - Mostly I didn't want him to go into a coma. Heeee! And a little lunch-lady name dropping...niiice :)
entrenous88
Feb. 6th, 2006 04:54 am (UTC)
Heee! I feel so accomplished now, having indirectly freaked out your sister. I'm very glad you liked this (and didn't anyone else assume the lunch lady wanted to take out the student body because of her love for Xander's body???) Thanks so much for the comments. :)
kaydee23
Feb. 6th, 2006 04:45 am (UTC)
Andrew is such a exasperating, dastardly, conniving, buttinsky. I love Andrew. Too bad it's not going to do a thing for his Rome expense reports.

The song lyics are flocked. :is sad: Well, it told me I was unauthorized to see them.
entrenous88
Feb. 6th, 2006 04:49 am (UTC)
Thanks -- glad you liked wily manipulative Andrew here. *pets Andrew*

Ack, apologies -- I posted the lyrics late last night but kept the entry private since the lyrics didn't make much sense without the attached fic. Thanks for telling me, or I would have completely forgotten to unlock it, and the only one who would have been able to see them was me! It's public now.
mireille719
Feb. 6th, 2006 04:49 am (UTC)
*giggles* Oh, Andrew, truly, you are one of my people. ;)

This was wonderful. I needed something to make me laugh (my own fic has, apparently, depressed me for the past three days) and this certainly fit the bill. I loved Andrew, the sneaky little matchmaker that he is. And I loved Xander, so clueless, so confused.

And the title is marvelous.
entrenous88
Feb. 6th, 2006 04:57 am (UTC)
Thank you! I'm glad this made you laugh and cheered you. Andrew is so sneaky, but when the results are this good it's hard to find fault (I almost wrote at the end of my summary "with sexy results!" but I wasn't sure if anyone but me would snicker at the Simpsons reference).

Yay, glad you liked the title too. Many thanks. I'm looking forward to reading your fic (and the other fics in the 'thon) early this week!
lirm35m
Feb. 6th, 2006 04:50 am (UTC)
so funny, I'm still laughing :)
entrenous88
Feb. 6th, 2006 04:57 am (UTC)
Yay! That's lovely to hear. Thanks very much. *beams*
fydyan
Feb. 6th, 2006 05:19 am (UTC)
logged in this time...
I wrote this big long comment about how awesome this fic is, and then my computer ate it. So, here are the highlights:

Your Xanderbabble rocks.
Your Andrew is just grown up enough to get away with this, but still immature enough that no one will question his goofiness.
Andrew is a big voyeur, isn't he?
I don't know if you planned it, but I keep thinking that the expenses in Rome were to buy the services of the two ladies in The Girl in Question (see above re: big pervy voyeur Andrew).
Loved this fic, your writing is awesome.
entrenous88
Feb. 6th, 2006 09:09 pm (UTC)
Re: logged in this time...
Oh good -- very happy you liked the fic. Thanks so much for taking the time to make the comments even after LJ ate yout response the first time. :)

I'm so glad to hear you liked Xander's dialogue and Andrew's nosy goofiness. Andrew is so perfectly suited to the Watching profession, isn't he? Heee, the theory about just on what exactly Andrew incurred his expenses is a good one. Maybe one day I'll write a pre-story fic featuring Andrew and his overly-optimistic abuse of his expense account. Thanks so much for the kind feedback.
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entrenous88
Feb. 6th, 2006 09:15 pm (UTC)
Oh, I love the story of your cat's response to your reaction! He sounds wonderfully indignant when his peace is disturbed. I hope he didn't damage anything of yours as badly as Giles and Xander broke the desk lamp. ;)

I'm glad you liked this mix of silly and relationshippy. Many thanks for your feedback.
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savoytruffle
Feb. 6th, 2006 06:20 am (UTC)
“Oh, Xander. Not seeing the forest of your insight into Rupert Giles for the many apocalyptic trees you chopped down together.”

that? totally cracked me up.

this was a really fun style and you put andrew to good use.
entrenous88
Feb. 6th, 2006 09:17 pm (UTC)
Yay, thank you! Very glad you liked that moment, and Andrew's successful machinations. :)
cordelianne
Feb. 6th, 2006 07:47 am (UTC)
I kept laughing out loud while reading this! It's a fabulous fic!! I LOVE your Andrew voice! And Xander is so, well, Xander (*loves* Xander). I've never been big on Xander/Giles but as the story progressed I was totally hoping they'd get together!

I loved this:

Andrew made that tsk-ing sound again. “Oh, Xander. Not seeing the forest of your insight into Rupert Giles for the many apocalyptic trees you chopped down together.”

Xander’s lips moved as though he was trying to form words. “What?” he finally got out.


And this:

“Let’s see, I recorded for prosperity your daring rescue of Giles from the clutches of Angelus, and--”

Xander tried not to make the groan audible. “Right, yeah. Though that wasn’t so much a daring rescue as a fumbling and freaked out get-away.


I adore this theory and Xander's reaction to it:

Say, did you ever think that her later plot to poison the student body with strychnine was due to her disappointment in never winning your heart?”

“What?” Xander looked startled. “Not until now.”
hee!
entrenous88
Feb. 6th, 2006 09:21 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! It's lovely of you to leave such wonderful and detailed feedback. That's fantastic to hear, that the story and Andrew got you into the mindframe to root for Giles/Xander. Poor Xander, being the love object of the lunch lady. It's a good thing he never gave into his desire for Jello that day, or he might never have ended up mostly nude on Giles's desk.

Very glad I got to hear the particular moments you liked in this story -- thanks again!

**matches your icon image, yay**
elucidate_this
Feb. 6th, 2006 08:02 am (UTC)
It sounded a little like skipping.

best andrew moment evah.
entrenous88
Feb. 6th, 2006 09:26 pm (UTC)
Heh, poor Andrew. But he would so skip. I'd bet money on it.
tabaqui
Feb. 6th, 2006 01:32 pm (UTC)
*snerk*
The sub-text, it is everywhere!
*bounce*
Schweet.
:)
entrenous88
Feb. 6th, 2006 09:26 pm (UTC)
Hee, yes! Glad you liked. :)
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entrenous88
Feb. 6th, 2006 09:30 pm (UTC)
Ha! Um, I suppose I shouldn't exclaim victoriously? No, no, really I want to thank you for trying out pairings you might not be as fond of initially. It means a lot that you're willing to read them, and it's wonderful to know that the fic can sometimes persuade you to like the pairing.

Wheee, funny is fun. Is. funny. Yes.

Thanks so much!

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mpoetess
Feb. 6th, 2006 03:32 pm (UTC)
*LOVE*

*looks shifty*

*hides from fellow S/X shippers*
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fanbot
Feb. 6th, 2006 06:21 pm (UTC)
I find this perfectly delicious!
Thanks for the giggles.
entrenous88
Feb. 6th, 2006 09:39 pm (UTC)
Thank you! *beams* Very glad you enjoyed it.
spikendru
Feb. 7th, 2006 04:26 am (UTC)
Oh, this was just wonderful! Leave it to Andrew!

Andrew made that tsk-ing sound again. “Oh, Xander. Not seeing the forest of your insight into Rupert Giles for the many apocalyptic trees you chopped down together.”

Xander’s lips moved as though he was trying to form words. “What?” he finally got out.


Made me laugh out loud! You have great Andrew-voice, and the Gander scenes were lovely, even if Andrew's distraction didn't work and Giles refused to sign his expense reports! But, I think my favorite was: But the father thing -- he was like that with Buffy, sure, and Willow sometimes, but he never really played the daddy with me.” Xander stopped as a panicked look flitted over his face. “I mean, not daddy that way, with the leather and the ‘yes, sir,’ just . . . uh . . . what was the question again?”

Bwahaha!
entrenous88
Feb. 7th, 2006 07:47 pm (UTC)
So happy to hear I made you laugh out loud! Thanks so much for your great comments and for letting me know the particular moments of the story that you enjoyed. :)
phendog
Feb. 7th, 2006 07:36 pm (UTC)
Very cute!

And good for Andrew to have a scheme that doesn't backfire!

The alphabet song? *giggle*

And withholding Jaffa Cakes is a punishment indeed.

Thanks for pretty images and laughs in the morning!
entrenous88
Feb. 7th, 2006 07:49 pm (UTC)
Yes, Andrew's plan worked, sort of -- well, it worked out for Giles/Xander (and for us *g*). Happy to hear you liked the details about the alphabet song and the nummy delicious Jaffa Cakes. Thanks for reading and commenting :)
lunabee34
Feb. 10th, 2006 06:25 am (UTC)
This made me happy. Just damn happy!

Marvelous Xander voice, as always.
entrenous88
Feb. 10th, 2006 01:36 pm (UTC)
Thank you! So glad you read it and enjoyed it. :)
electricalgwen
Feb. 11th, 2006 10:10 pm (UTC)
Whoa. Your Andrew voice is *so* good! I can see/hear him throughout this fic, it's awesome.
I really enjoyed this, which is a surprise as a) I actually don't like Andrew, and b) not a G/X fan either generally.
But I have liked your writing all round, otherwise, so... *shrugs* worth trying new stuff! (tho Spander still where it's at, bay-bee...)
entrenous88
Feb. 12th, 2006 03:23 am (UTC)
Thank you! Very glad you decided to take a chance on it despite the mix of characters and dynamics, and I'm glad you ended up enjoying it. :) Never fear; there's always lots of Spander around here.
bearpaw9
Feb. 18th, 2006 05:42 am (UTC)
This was lots of fun! Great Andrew voice, with all the elaborate flamboyant narrator-y stuff that he does.

**An hour later, the files Giles had been examining were scattered all over the floor, his desk lamp hung precariously off the desk, half-broken and flickering...*

I especially liked this post-coital visual.

Andrew's approach to matchmaking borrows a little from Much Ado About Nothing. Perhaps he likes to stay up late at night rewatching it and perving on Robert Sean Leonard? (He's also quite pervable in House.)
entrenous88
Feb. 19th, 2006 01:57 am (UTC)
Thank you very much! It's great to know that you liked Andrew's self-conscious and dramatic narration. I had lots of fun putting in those details of the after effects, so thanks for telling me you liked that moment.

Oh, I'm sure Andrew would fanboy RSL. He probably has posters on his walls. :)

Thanks again!
lishel_fracrium
Apr. 11th, 2006 05:06 am (UTC)
ooh awww. love this. hehe!
entrenous88
Apr. 17th, 2006 11:33 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! I had a great time writing this one.
munin
Jul. 22nd, 2006 11:35 pm (UTC)
Love. Much love. Andrew love even which is something I never thought I'd say since he was one of the most annoying characters ever in existance. Clever little plan of his though. Good on him!
entrenous88
Jul. 25th, 2006 07:48 pm (UTC)
Very glad you liked Andrew here, and that you liked the story as a whole. Thank you so much for reading and commenting! :)
beadattitude
Sep. 7th, 2006 10:43 pm (UTC)
There are so very very many lovely things in this that are quotable, and gigglable, so I shall just have to settle for telling you that I totally snorked my smoothie up my nose while reading this.

Hee!
entrenous88
Sep. 11th, 2006 08:44 pm (UTC)
Huzzah, I'm so glad you enjoyed! Thank you very much for the kind words. I apologize for not answering sooner. :)
hollywood_r_bin
Aug. 14th, 2007 08:58 pm (UTC)

“All this time, I thought Jaffa Cakes were just snacks, and that the alphabet song drove you crazy, but now I see how we’ve been cutting down the apocalyptical trees in the forest...”

I love this line! Great story hehehe so cute. Little Andrew *smirks*
entrenous88
Aug. 15th, 2007 01:48 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! I'm really glad you enjoyed this -- that Andrew, his scheming ways can sometimes be used for (sexy) good! :)
terrible_tues_1
Jan. 18th, 2008 01:58 pm (UTC)
Clever
entrenous88
Jan. 19th, 2008 04:41 pm (UTC)
:)
realpestilence
Oct. 20th, 2010 12:19 pm (UTC)
I do love a mature!Xander/non-stuffy!Giles fic. :D


Put this way, it really makes you see how much time these two spent together over the years that they didn't have to, because of duty. I wish the show had let Xander be gay, like it seemed as if they were originally aiming for-there would have been so many interesting ideas to explore...:)
entrenous88
Oct. 20th, 2010 03:27 pm (UTC)
Hooray, so glad you liked this encounter! And I agree with that, but I do like that the show gave us so much material in the way of imagining bisexual!Xander -- really lots of great moments that give us plenty to work with in these sorts of scenarios. Thank you!
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