27 June 2013 @ 08:55 pm
Buffy_Remix Challenge: Forget-Me-Not (The I Will Remember You Remix) - Willow/Giles - FRAO/NC-17
Title: Forget-Me-Not (The I Will Remember You Remix)
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and co. own Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I do not. Please don’t sue.
Pairing: Willow/Giles
Rating: FRAO/NC-17
Word Count: 2065
Summary: A broken-hearted Willow seeks distraction from her older mentor while Buffy and Angel find love in Los Angeles. Willow's POV
Setting: “I Will Remember You”
Warnings: angst, smut, language
Betas: The terrific velvetwhip. Any other mistakes are mine.

Written for buffy_remix .

Original Story: Lethe’s Blessing by Alixti

The Tradescan Codex.

It was a mystical text filled with all sorts of lengthy, complicated words- words that required focus and concentration, words that had no English translation, words that had no relationship to guitars or monkeys wearing pants.

Because if she had been reading those other things, she would still be curled up in her dorm room thinking about the badness, staining her pillow with salty tears, and annoying her roommate with Cyndi Lauper’s Time After Time on repeat.

She couldn’t believe that it had only been a few weeks since Oz had betrayed her…

…Had hurt her.

…Had cut her open from the inside out.

…Had walked away from what they had become.

…Had walked away from her.

Willow gulped, blinking back the tears that were threatening to splatter her cheeks.

Focus, Rosenberg.

But the mental command didn’t help much. What did help was the knowledge that she had arrived at her destination and that Rupert Giles was somewhere on the other side of the door she was currently standing in front of. The last thing Giles needed was a puffy-faced Willow coming into his home at nine o’clock at night and having his furniture snotted on.

After all, he was her mentor and had been her schoolgirl crush once upon a time. Those were not things that paired well with seeing her as a sobbing wreck.

Willow raised her fist and knocked gingerly on the door. She could hear the shuffle of feet padding across the living room and within a few moments, Giles had opened said door and had gestured to her to come inside.

Willow scanned the room, observing the various books littering the coffee table. She also spotted the glass tumbler full of whisky that was marked with beads of condensation. It was clear that Giles had been taking a few swigs because she could smell the malt on his breath. She didn’t mind the smell though. It was certainly better than that Black Frost beer that her roommate guzzled down gallons of.

“So what can I help you with, Willow?” Giles asked, almost dismissively, as if he had something else weighing on his mind.

Willow paused, wondering if she should ask Giles if this was a bad time, but he did offer to help so she figured she had permission to launch right in. “Well, I was noticing that the diacriticals in this passage were looking really funky and I….”

Giles’s eyes had glazed over momentarily and Willow felt a pang of annoyance. Admittedly, with her emotions being all raw and edgy lately, some of her old reliable patience had fallen by the wayside and she wanted him to pay attention to her. She wanted him to be helpful instead of being…not helpful.

“Are you even listening to me right now?”

“What? Oh yes. Please go on, Willow.”

Willow opened the Codex and flipped to the page that she’d marked with a blue Post-It. “The diacriticals became bivalent.”

She glanced up at him, hoping her switch to a more advanced English response would reward her with his full attention. She had said ‘funky’ before, which had probably made him think of Buffy who was off in Los Angeles searching for Angel. She didn’t want Giles to be thinking about Buffy. She wanted Giles to be thinking about her…err, not her…helping her.

Now was definitely not the time to be thinking about the way that Giles still made her feel when he looked at her, when his blue eyes made contact with her green ones.

Old crushes die hard, right?

“Erm, yes. Bivalent diacriticals in the Codex typically represent some type of split, or the potential for radical change,” he answered, still sounding like he’d rather be somewhere else entirely.

Willow sighed, wondering what else she could do to bring Giles back to the present moment. She opted for her resolve face and persistence.

“But Giles, everything begins to carry the bivalent diacriticals—even the verbs and the prepositions. It’s as if the entire world was about to split into two.”

Giles peeled off his glasses and wiped them in his typically Giles-y fashion. She assumed that it was basically his way of saying that her resolve face had no power here so she let her face relax and a small smile tugged at the corner of her lip.

Giles put his glasses back on and bent his head down to get a closer look at the book Willow held in her hands. Willow felt his warm breath dance across her fingers as he exhaled and an unexpected spark of desire shot down her spine.

This was so wrong.

So very, very wrong.

Oz had only been gone for two weeks.

Fourteen days, six minutes, and twenty-three seconds to be exact.

Definitely not long enough to be thinking lusty thoughts about Giles, high school crush status not withstanding.

“How odd,” Giles said, inadvertently bumping his shoulder against hers.

Willow nearly jumped out of her skin from the sudden contact and felt saved by the bell when the telephone rang. She lunged for the phone – despite the annoyed look that Giles had flashed her. She knew it wasn’t entirely appropriate to answer someone else’s phone when you were their guest, but she had to do something to distract her mind and Giles would get over it.

“Hello?” Willow asked, breathing a deep sigh when she heard Buffy’s chirping response.

“You are never going to believe this, Will.”

Willow waited, knowing Buffy would spoil her own surprise in less than a second.

“Angel’s human.”


“Isn’t it amazing?”


Willow knew her best friend was expecting her to jump for joy at this fortuitous news, but Willow couldn’t get her squee flag to rise. She knew she was being petty, but with her heartbreak being so new it didn’t seem fair that Buffy got to have her happy ending and Willow didn’t.

“I guess that’s great. So you’re going to….”

“Have a picnic on the beach tomorrow and watch the sunrise…before, you know…” Buffy giggled. “Getting frisky under the boardwalk.”

“Of course. Take your time. Giles and I are just....” Willow paused, attempting to come up with a way to explain why she was answering Giles’s phone. “Researching and um…” not getting frisky under a boardwalk “…on a passage in the Tradescan Codex.”

Willow mentally slapped herself for the thought and re-engaged her listening ears. Buffy was already partially through a question, but it was easy to understand the context.

“—need me for any demon Slaying?”

“Nope. We’re good. We’ll call if anything comes up.”

“Thanks, Will. You’re the best.

“Take care, Buff. Go enjoy that fine California sun.”

Willow placed the phone back on the cradle and looked at Giles, feeling rather dumbstruck. “Angel’s human.”

Confusion etched itself into the wrinkles of Giles’s forehead so Willow attempted to clarify by thumping her hand against her chest to mimic a beating heart.

“Bah-dum. Bah-dum. Bah-dum.”

“Impossible,” Giles replied.

Willow shook her head, surprised that Giles could think that. They were living on the Hellmouth after all and zany, extraordinary things happened every day.

“I guess it was some sort of demon blood,” Willow stated. “They’re not 100% sure or anything, but they’re definitely on the case.” Willow stuck her index finger in the air as if she was suddenly Sherlock Holmes.

Giles didn’t chuckle the way she hoped he would.

Instead, he excused himself and headed into the kitchen. Willow didn’t protest his departure, but returned her gaze to the Codex. She could hear the telltale sound of phone buttons being pressed and she briefly wondered who he might be calling.

Scattered pieces of conversation drifted toward her as she read and her concentration vanished as she picked up on a few select words and phrases.



Returning to England.



Isn’t here.

It’s not what you think.

Willow heard the phone fall back onto the hook and she shoved her nose in the book as fast as she could. She didn’t need Giles to know that she’d been eavesdropping. Giles sauntered back into the living room, his steps oddly heavy with the cadence of someone who had been dealt a rough blow. She knew that feeling all too well these days.

““I think I’ve worked out something important. It seems that the Etruscan is really—”

“I have no doubt that Angel and Buffy will find that information very useful.”

Willow tilted her head, catching onto the fact that something wasn’t quite right with Giles. “What do you mean?”

Willow’s breath hitched in her throat. She wasn’t stupid. She had heard what he had said to Olivia, but she wanted him to tell her. Wanted him to give her the chance to stop him.

“I’m going back to England. Buffy no longer needs me to serve as her Watcher. She will do just fine now that Angel’s human. I have no doubt that he will train her to be the very best. I…”

“No!” Willow shouted, leaping from her chair and interrupting him. “You can’t leave. We need you.”

Willow’s features softened and she chewed her bottom lip as her fingers moved to grip the lapel of his shirt.

Desperate times called for desperate measures, right?

Or was Carpe Diem more apt?

Regardless of the cliché, Giles couldn’t leave. Not now. Not when she had already lost a piece of her heart….

Not when she had just rediscovered that she could still…feel...something for someone else.
She thought she had lost the ability to experience either after Oz left and Giles had changed that for her with a touch of his hand, an electrical jolt that had spread from fingertips to heartstrings and more.

So she decided to try something crazy and she kissed him- full-on- with a little sweep of the tongue across his top lip before she pulled away and inhaled sharply.

“I need you.”

“Willow, surely, this is….”

A half-smile curled the corner of Willow’s lips as she pressed herself against him, letting him feel the swell of her breasts and hard peaks of her nipples before she tasted him again.

Giles responded this time, parting his lips to let her tongue sneak through. She could taste whisky, and spice, and honey. She could feel his fingers slipping underneath her blouse, the desire he raised on her skin.

Her own urgency had her fingers tugging at his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. She gasped with delighted pleasure, feeling his erection press against her thigh.

It wasn’t long before all of their clothes were in a tangle on the floor and Giles had her propped up on the large plush sofa, her legs splayed open, one dangling over the back, the other bumping slightly against the coffee table. His skillful fingers teased and tickled her sensitive flesh, making her wriggle and giggle and…


When he finally found his way inside of her, she just about lost her breath and almost forgot her own name.

Willow cried out her release, filling the room with her screams of ecstasy and Giles met her at the precipice, claiming her mouth with his own.


Willow woke up later in an unfamiliar bed and clutched the sheets to her chest, covering up her sticky, naked flesh. The memory of last night hit her and a blush crept over her cheeks as she remembered the things she had done.

That she had done with Giles.

A Giles who had clearly decided not to stick around afterward judging by the empty space beside her.

Anger and sorrow flooded her heart and she closed her eyes, hot tears burning her cheeks. Why was it that the men in her life decided to leave her? As a young girl, her dad had chosen to travel, preferring a life jet-setting around the world instead of spending it with his own daughter. As a high school sophomore she had lost Jesse to vampires. As a college freshman, she’d had her heart ripped out by the most stoic man in the whole damn world.

It wasn’t fair!

She would give anything right now if only she could forget….

It wouldn’t have to be everything.

Just this one day.

This one night.

One memory that she wouldn’t have to look back on with regret.

Luckily for her, the Powers-That-Be had zero trouble pressing the reset button.
Current Mood: accomplished
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The Mezzaninedeird1 on June 28th, 2013 02:23 am (UTC)
Yay! Nicely done!
Butterflysnogged on June 28th, 2013 03:23 am (UTC)
Thank you!
velvetwhip: Heartbreak Willow by obiwahnvelvetwhip on June 28th, 2013 04:12 am (UTC)
You did such a marvelous job with this! I am so impressed! Terrific Willow characterization!

Butterfly: [BTVS]willowoz_freezeframesnogged on June 28th, 2013 12:55 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much, hunny. *hugs and love*
punch_kicker15: levitatepunch_kicker15 on June 28th, 2013 04:45 am (UTC)
I really like the way this intersects with the original story. And I'm glad TPTB's actions gave her a break--the poor girl was already so broken up over Oz, she surely didn't need any more angst piled up on that.
Butterflysnogged on June 28th, 2013 12:55 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I'm glad you liked it.
angelus2hot: Angel yumangelus2hot on June 28th, 2013 12:54 pm (UTC)
This was absolutely AMAZING!!!
Butterfly: [BtVS] Willowsnogged on June 28th, 2013 12:56 pm (UTC)
Thank you, sweetie.
A Special Kind Of Crazyangelskuuipo on June 28th, 2013 04:42 pm (UTC)
This was excellent!
Butterflysnogged on June 29th, 2013 03:21 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
swan_secretsswan_secrets on June 29th, 2013 08:19 am (UTC)
Absolutely fantastic, I loved the way you wove this into the episode. You did really well with both of their charaterization.
Butterflysnogged on June 29th, 2013 03:21 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much!
Episkopos Rev. Alixtii O'Krul V, TRL: D.E.B.S.alixtii on July 2nd, 2013 05:27 pm (UTC)
I have to admit: "Lethe's Blessing" is one of my least favorites among my own stories. It's probably my second least favorite, right after---well, no need to name names.

Of course, none of that reflects on your fic. If anything, it makes me respect all the more what you were able to do with it. Your Willow voice was great, her characterization making a lot of sense based on where we are in canon, and the descriptoin of the sex very guh.

I love the way you phrased that last line. It packs a punch that mine sorely missed.

Nicely done!
Butterfly: [ATS] Lindsey_Snogged.  Not Snaggablesnogged on July 4th, 2013 01:55 pm (UTC)
I'm glad I had the opportunity to explore your universe.

Thank you so much!
Aadler: Foamyaadler on July 4th, 2013 12:00 am (UTC)
Telling the same story from a different POV is one of the time-honored remix approaches. This one actually, I think, works a little better than the original in showing the why of it. (Or at least, the ‘why’ from Willow’s side. alixtii presented Giles’s perspective adequately, but I didn’t realize from “Lethe’s Blessing” that this would have taken place between Oz’s departure and Willow’s first serious interaction with Tara.) Your story serves, then, both as a counterpart and a fill-in to the original. Nicely done.
Butterfly: [BtVS] Willowsnogged on July 4th, 2013 01:57 pm (UTC)
I was actually pretty impressed that alixti managed to set her story at a perfect transition time in S4.

Thank you so much!

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