FIC: Dianna Wears Red: Secundus- Fifth Test(2/2)

[Mad Hamlet <Mad-Hamlet@xxxxxxx>]

"Why?" I ask. I'm not grasping something, I'm running a little behind I
think.

	"Yes," He snaps; his voice getting louder. "Why was there any need for Buffy
to be magically okay'ed as you put it? What events occurred that made it
necessary, and most importantly-" Just as he's about to bellow he breaks off.

	Giles takes a deep breath and lets it out his nose, behind his glasses he
stares at me; in his glasses I can see it, them, his fear, concern, anger and
frustration are practically crackling inside him. He takes another breath and
blinks and just like that all signs of his anxiety are gone. 

	He's British.

	"And most importantly," he continues far too calmly. "Why didn't you inform
the rest of us?"

	"I still have a headache," I answer unhelpfully. 

	Joyce, who has been standing their sorta out the way the whole times speaks
up, "I have some headache medicine, would you like some?"

	"Aspirin free?" I answer. "It upsets my stomach if there's aspirin."

	"I think so," Joyce replies with a nod. "I'll be right back."

	She almost seems grateful to dart out of the room. 
	
	I sit down on the floor, besides the sofa, keeping Buffy's hand in mine; my
thumb drifts over the pulse point in her wrist and the gentle thrum, thrum,
thrum of her heart counters and dulls the pounding still going on in my
brain.

	"We didn't contact you," I start slowly. "Because there wasn't time."

	"Time," he repeats.

	I nod. Buffy grunts slightly, sounds a little distressed. I reach up with my
free hand and touch her forehead, stroking her. She sniffs once or twice then
settles down.

	
	"We…we had a fight," I continue. "Yesterday and she wasn't back this