Mel (half_a_slayer) wrote in blood_red_sky, @ 2011-12-08 10:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | julian andros, melaka fray |
wrong room? (julian)
The Watcher's Council informed Mel that Rupert Giles was in the hospital. They'd done this a few days before she met Dawn, but Mel hadn't gotten a chance to get over to see him. It was intimidating: the Rupert Giles. The man who trained Buffy Summers and who helped save the world, again and again. The man who killed Glorificus when no one else was willing to, or no one else could. Even two hundred years in the future, Giles's Watcher's Diary made him a legend. And she'd read the whole thing.
Anything Mel could do to level the playing field slightly more in her favor than Harth's, she'd done. After all, her brother knew it all innately. It was really, really annoying that he had that advantage and was so completely insane on top of it.
It was cold out the day she went to see him, so she'd put on a thing everyone called a 'hoodie' that was soft and fuzzy and had some strings on front. The combat boots were a constant, and so were the cargo pants. This pair was bright toxic green. She pulled her hair off of her face with two sticks, something Erin had taught her, and went off with her backpack on her way.
Mel didn't bother with the nurses station. They weren't going to let her in. She wasn't family, and Giles didn't even actually ruttin' know her.
Nope.
She found out the room number and climbed up the side of the building.
When she got to the window ledge and perched there, it was pretty easy to open the sliding glass window. With a satisfied smile, Mel hopped into the room, butt first, and turned around, hoping to see a sleeping British man she'd been dying to meet.
That wasn't who was there.
"Uh."
She offered the guy in the bed, who by the way was kind of cute, a nervous smile. "Wrong room?"