Disclaimer: The characters depicted in this story are the property of Joss
Whedon and Mutant Enemy, Inc.
Some of the dialogue found herein is taken from the transcription of the
show by Alexander Thompson as found on the website www.buffyworld.com .
This is done for set-up and continuity sake. My thanks to Mr. Thompson for
his excellent transcription.
(Borrowed text will be marked at the beginning of the line with a " * " )
I have always wondered what Giles would have said to Quentin Travers if
Buffy had not been in the same room when he was so unceremoniously fired
from the Watcher's Council. I feel he bit his tongue to not drag it out,
and because he wanted Travers gone.
The scene opens in the library. Buffy is sitting at the table. Quentin
stands calmly at the head as he speaks. Giles stands at the table somewhere
between the two.
*Quentin: You exhibited extraordinary courage and clear-headedness in
battle. The Council is very pleased
*Buffy: (deadpan) Do I get a gold star?
*Quentin: I understand that you're upset..
*Buffy: (with controlled fury). You understand *nothing*. You set that
monster loose, and he came after my mother.
*Quentin: You think the test was unfair?
*Buffy: I think you better leave town before I get my strength back.
*Quentin: (evenly) We're not in the business of fair, Miss Summers, we're
fighting a war.
*Giles: You're *waging* a war. She's fighting it. There is a difference.
*Quentin: Mr. Giles, if you don't mind...
Quentin gestures towards Giles' office, indicating he wishes a word with
him in private.
Giles: Buffy is obviously hurt. Let me tend to her wounds, and then we can
have a conversation.
Buffy: Oh, no, please. Don't allow *me * to stand in the way of your "
chat". I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself without your help,
-Giles, stung by the slayer's comment, but knowing he deserved it, follows
Travers into his office. -
Quentin: Close the door, if you would be so good, Mr. Giles
-Giles closes the door. -
-Buffy, angry and suspicious of Giles for his betrayal, wants to know what
else these two may be planning for her. Despite her weakness and wounds,
she limps her way towards Giles' office, and listens at the door-
-Travers has taken Giles' seat. Giles is sits in front of his desk. The
symbolism is not lost on him-
Quentin: The slayer passed her test. *You * did not. What exactly do you
think you were doing, Rupert, by informing her of the Cruciamentum? Do you
realize, by giving her foreknowledge of the test, you have colored the
results? I grant you, she showed great resourcefulness and courage in the
test. But, by knowing of what was going on, it invalidates the reasons for
the test. The purpose is to insure the Slayer is capable of performing her
duties, if, for some reason, she is rendered powerless. Now, even though
she performed well, we will never be sure that she will be ready if such a
situation were to occur. What do you have to say for yourself?
-Giles does not respond. He merely glares at Travers. He closes his eyes
briefly, in an attempt to remain in control of his anger. -
Quentin: Very well. You leave me no choice, Rupert. You are fired.
Giles (voice even): On what grounds?
Quentin: It is obvious, Giles, that you have lost your objectivity in this
matter. You are too emotionally attached to your slayer. You see her as a
father would: someone to protect. Unfortunately, that clouds your judgment.
You would hesitate; no, I will go further, you would not send her into a
situation that may cost her life, even if the world were at stake. As I
said before, Rupert, we are at war. We cannot afford such. feelings. to
interfere. Frankly, you have made yourself useless to the cause.
-Buffy, listening at the door goes wide-eyed-
Giles rubs the bridge of his nose above his glasses, looking up, he
replies: Very well then. I am fired. Are you finished?
Quentin rises to leave: Yes, we are done here
Giles, in a tone of voice that will brook no argument: Not so fast. Sit
down. You have had your say. Now, I will have mine
Quentin, recognizing the steel in Giles' tone, sits back down.
Giles: You sanctimonious son-of-a-bitch
Quentin (anger rising): WHAT?
Giles: I believe you heard me. How dare you
Quentin: How dare I?
Giles (tone even, but don't mistake his mood): Because of your sloppiness,
your lack of foresight, and your general incompetence, my slayer nearly was
killed. Because your men failed at * their * duties, because Kralik
escaped, an innocent, a civilian got involved, and nearly lost her life.
And here you sit, like the cat that ate the canary, so pleased with
yourself that Buffy managed to kill Kralik. As if you had any part in her
Quentin (bemused): 'My slayer' Giles? You seem to forget that the slayer is
not 'yours' but is responsible to the Council.
Giles: I have forgotten nothing. She is my charge, my responsibility. I
wish I could say that I had more to do with her success. However, she has
such a natural gift, is so naturally resourceful, that she requires little
'training'. Frankly, I do not believe that neither you nor the council
realizes that this slayer is probably one of the best to come along in a
long, long while.
-Buffy is clearly affected by Giles' praise of her-
Quentin (Sarcastic): Spoken like a true father. (Hard) Evidently, Giles,
your emotions have blinded you to what is important here. I repeat. We are
at war here. The forces of darkness would love nothing better than a series
of weak slayers, blinded by affection and emotionalism on the part of their
watchers. The slayers are the foot soldiers in the battle, Rupert. It is
their duty to fight, and die if they must. It is our duty, as Generals in
the battle, to use the resources of the council, which * include * the
slayers, to fight darkness. No matter the cost, the war must be won.
- Giles looks up and down at the man behind his desk. He is finding it
increasingly hard that at one time he considered this man a friend -
Giles: My feelings for Miss Summers aside, a good General does not just use
the resources he has at hand to win the war. Any General worth his muster
has a far greater responsibility than that. He is responsible for the
morale of his troops. He is an example for his troops. Furthermore, he does
* not * send his troops into battle unarmed and unprepared to face an
overwhelming enemy. The Watcher's Council seems to have forgotten that. You
have spent far too long in your ivory tower, and have forgotten what it is
to be on the battlefield. The council is not ruled by Generals, but by
Quentin: I seem to remember, ' Mr.' Giles, that not all that long ago you
were a member of that ' ivory tower' you so sneer at.
Giles: Then I have been lucky. I have been lucky to know a strong,
resourceful and generous young woman that has reminded me exactly what is
important in this fight we wage. It is not about who has the most
resources. It is not even who uses them the best. What is important is the
humanity that we are trying to save. That is something that the council
seems to have forgotten.
One more thing. I would be proud; no, I would be honored, if I were
lucky enough to have that young woman in the next room think of me as a
father. I have betrayed her to the likes of you, and I regret that more
deeply than you could ever understand. I hope that she can someday forgive
me this transgression. But even if she cannot, I would be proud nonetheless
if she were my daughter.
- Buffy, weary, fighting hard to control her emotions makes her way back to
the table. She has heard enough . -
- More than enough-
Quentin: Are we done here?
Giles: Yes. We are done here
Quentin: A new Watcher will be assigned to Miss Summers. It would be
pointless for me to try to tell you to not have anything further to do with
the slayer. However, if you in anyway interfere with the new Watcher, or
attempt to countermand his orders, you will be dealt with severely. Are we
Giles: We are clear. I will offer a bit of advice, if you will.
Quentin (sarcastic): Oh?
Giles: I would leave Sunnydale as quickly as possible. The slayer is not
known for making idle threats. And, I will tell you now; I will do nothing
to interfere with her.
- Quentin looks a bit uneasy, but shrugs it off. He stands up, and leaves
the office -
- Giles leans on the doorjamb of his office, watching Quentin leave. He
removes his glasses to clean them. -
Quentin: Again, Miss Summers, congratulations
Buffy just glares at him: * Bite me *
- Losing no time, Quentin exits the library -
* Giles looks up again and puts on his glasses. He looks over at Buffy. She
gazes down into space for a moment, then sniffs and puts her hand to her
forehead. She sniffs again, reaching out for the cloth that's lying on the
table next to a bowl of water, and picks it up. Giles walks over to her and
puts his hand on the cloth. She lets him take it from her hand. He dips it
in the water and kneels down in front of her, reaches out and gently pats
it over the gash in her forehead. She winces in pain, but doesn't pull
away. She looks up at her Watcher sadly for a moment, and then lowers her
eyes. Giles turns the now-bloody cloth over and continues to lightly dab it
on her wound.
Author's note: Thank you for reading my story. If you would, please add a
* Text borrowed from the transcript of the episode " Helpless". The full
transcript by Mr. Alexander Thompson is available at www.buffyworld.com