Giles stared in disbelief at the telephone in front of him not daring
to accept what he had just heard. He removed his glasses and sat for
a moment with his head in his hands before reaching for the phone to
make the call he had dreaded since arriving on these shores.
*
"Hi?" Buffy answered the phone in a cheerful mood.
"Its Giles. Buffy, I need your help."
"I'm on my way," replied a mystified Slayer.
*
"What's wrong?" Buffy asked without preamble as Giles ushered her
into his home.
Giles chewed a knuckle, eyes wide. "They found me! I don't know
how, but they found me!"
"The Libyans?" Buffy guessed.
"No, much worse. And that plutonium was for personal medical use.
No, they want me to return to England... I've been ordered by the
Watcher's Council to take part in a ritual torture of mind and body
such as the world has witnessed only once before!"
Buffy blinked. "You're seriously Wiggins. What's the ritual?"
Giles closed his eyes, lost in memories of pain and indignity. "The
Rocky Horror Picture Show," he admitted.
"Wha...?"
*
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