Buffy, Post Series

Giles

Giles eyes couldn’t seem to catch anything right no matter how much he rubbed them. His blasted headache just wouldn’t go away and the air was bad enough he was having a hard time breathing.
He thought he remembered making a call into Andrew in the kitchen to bring him some herbal tea, but he wasn’t sure, and he took his glasses off to rub his eyes again. Cleaning the worn glasses out of habit while he just stared off at the wall across from him.

He thought he saw a bit of a light shining just out of the side of his right eye and turned to look, seeing a figure he knew was long deceased standing there looking fondly at him. Tara looking as young as she had been when she passed away all those years ago to Warren’s ill thought out bullet.
Next to her was a youthful Dawn in her green-lit glory. A happy grin on her face, which was far from the stern look she had had when she overpowered herself to take out the enemy not that long after Tara passed away.

Coming up on his left side was a youthful Xander, his eye having been returned to him. And with that, Giles knew he wasn’t going to be getting that cup of tea again after all. His old students were there to take him away to rest with them far away from the pain age had placed him in.

Not much longer after the lights disappeared from the room, Andrew knocked on the door to announce he was coming in with Giles’ tea.
There, with his head resting on his overflowing desk, lay Giles. ‘Drew somehow knew that his mentor was now at his final rest.

Dedicated to Anthony Stewart Head who passed away on 6/5/26 of complications of pneumonia

Fin
6/6/2026