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Giles Babcock (one_of_twelve) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-11-24 00:40:00

Who: The Babcocks
Where: The homestead
What: Some comfort
When: Nov 17
Warnings/Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete

Babcock shut the car door, walking up to the door of the house where he lived with his wife. His wife, who was upset. His wife, who was going through something he felt helpless to prevent.

Duke greeted him when he walked through the door, a little more mopey than usual. “Hey, boy. Where’s Momma?” asked Babcock, petting the dog. He called out. “Kirsty?”

“In the living room,” she called out weakly. She’d spent most of the day on the sofa with Duke, curling close and willing her pins away so she wouldn’t hurt him.

Babcock walked briskly in, Duke walking after him. “Hey,” he said, with some uncertainty, before sitting next to her on the sofa and placing his arms around her. “Bad dreams.”

Nodding, Kirsty wrapped her arms around Giles’ waist, smiling sadly. “Yeah. Kind of let my dream daughter down, opened the gates of Hell, and damned the planet at the same time. No big.”

Giles tightened his embrace around her, listening patiently. “Well, we’ve all been there,” he said, and kissed her on the head. “Y’know, the planet is still here. I don’t think you did that bad there.”

“We’ve all fucked up on a scale that involves the damned coming topside to kill people?” She smiled lopsidedly up at Giles. “I love you for trying, I really do. And I know. We’re fine here. The box I have is still intact.” And she was Pinhead already, which meant if someone was about to open it, if someone so much as looked at it, she knew. But god, did it still rattle her.

Babcock looked at her sadly, a little uncertain. “You tried, Kirsty. You tried to make things better, that’s something,” he suggested. “It’s more than most would have done. More than I did. Never even considered using my powers for something good, I just...started eating people.” He gave an uneasy laugh. “You’re an incredible woman. I love you. And there’s nothin’ you did that you should feel bad about.”

“I did. The only reason I even traded with Spencer was so I could be with my friends again.” Kirsty chuckled. “Don’t worry, though. If he comes here, I’m Pinhead already. And you’re not exactly human and fragile.”

Giles smiled gently. “Nah, I’m not. One of Twelve. And if Spencer turns up, I’ll tear his head off his shoulders and shove it up his own ass,” he said, and then shrugged. “I’m a romantic, I guess.”

“And since he’s immortal he’ll just grow another one, but honestly, I just want to see you do that.” Kirsty couldn’t help but grin at that, sighing and letting the illusion that kept her from driving everyone mad falling away.

Babcock kept his gaze on her. “Do you need me to do anything?” he asked. “I’m not too good at….helping.”

Kirsty blinked. “Giles, you’re here. That’s helping enough.”

He inclined his head toward her. “I don’t believe you, but thanks for saying it,” he said, leaning in and kissing her gently on the mouth.

She’d been about to answer him, but the times Giles kissed her gently were very nearly holy in Kirsty’s mind. She curled up closer to him, smiling as they touched. “I mean it.”

Babcock’s arms moved up and tightened around her as they kissed. “You want to go somewhere? I mean...somewhere far?” he asked.

“Like, forever? Or just now?” Kirsty raised an eyebrow.

Giles matched her expression. “I mean whatever you mean, I guess.”

“I don’t want to leave here, Giles. This is home. I like our life here. Why, do you?” Kirsty sat up, looking more fully at her husband. “What’s wrong?”

He looked away a little. “Nothing’s wrong, I like our life here too, just...wanted to know if you wanted to get away from everything for a weekend or something. Have a real honeymoon,” he said. “I didn’t know when to tell you this, but…” Babcock’s mind shifted around. “...I came into some money.”

“Oh?” Kirsty let her head rest onto his shoulder. “What happened?”

Babcock paused in brief though. “My mom died,” he said. It wasn’t technically a lie.

Kirsty just nodded. She knew that Giles wasn’t particularly close to his mother, so instead of fretting or fussing over the death, she thought that just acknowledging it would please Giles most. “We could go away for a weekend somewhere nice. Anywhere you want.” Sometimes demonic pathways were just downright convenient.

“Where I want? Hell, I just want to help you,” said Babcock. “Get your mind off these shitty dreams about your other-self, about your daughter….” He was silent in thought for a brief second. “Do you think your daughter might turn up here? It’s not impossible, right?”

“Tiffany? She’s not biologically my daughter, but after what we went through... I kind of wished she was. I mean, she could.” Kirsty tried to mask how happy the prospect made her, how it made it feel like her heart was beating faster. “You’d have liked her, she’s a fucking spitfire.”

Giles shrugged with a light smile. “Doesn’t matter whether she was related to you or not. We both know, doesn’t matter who’s related to you. They can be bastards,” he said. “You liked her. So I know I’d have liked her.”

“She didn’t take any shit either,” Kirsty smiled. “Well. She did when I first met her in the sanatorium. But after going to hell and back, very literally, she stopped that.” Kirsty couldn’t think of anyone she’d take on that journey but Tiffany.

“Pretty sure it helps having you around,” said Giles. “I know how much you’ve helped me. And I want to help you with this….thing…”

“Really, it’s only bad right after I dream about it. Just knowing that every living person on Earth is suffering because I’m stupid. It’s a lot to handle.” And it didn’t help hearing them in her dreams, the sickening chewing sounds and the screaming echoing endlessly in her head.

“That’s not true, none of what happened is your fault,” he said insistently. “It was him. It was nobody else. Not you. Not nobody….but him. And that’s final. You got that?”

Smiling, she nodded. “I do, it’s just ... harder to understand than to know.” It probably didn’t make sense, but she didn’t know how else to explain it.

Babcock kissed her softly. “I’m not good at either. I just love you. That’s just...all I got. I love you.”

“I love you too. Luckily, I think that’s all we need.” Kirsty smiled to herself, ducking her head. “Okay, we’re turning into saps.”

“You’re the Queen of Hell, I’m a bloodsucker who sleeps upside down,” said Giles simply, laughing and squeezing her. “It evens out, I guess.”

“Probably. How do you sleep upside down?” Kirsty raised an eyebrow.

“By my feet,” said Giles dumbly, as if the answer was obvious. “I mean...how would you do it?”

“By my knees. Or buy a thingy that’d help.” Kirsty shrugged. “You could be a weird sex swing to sleep using vampire, I don’t know.”

Giles considered for a moment. “You want a sex swing? I’ll buy you a sex swing. I’ll get some money for a sex swing. Let’s go shopping for a sex swing.”

“They’re pretty cheap,” Kirsty eyerolled. “And kind of a moot point for you. You can lift me up anyway.”

Babcock smiled, and shifted suddenly on the sofa. “Smart-ass,” he said, proving her point by lifting her fully up and then bringing her down, so they were lying face-to-face horizontally on the couch.

She made a loud squawking noise, then laughed. “Thought you liked my ass.”

“I didn’t say it wasn’t a hot ass,” said Giles with a grin, giving her a small smack on said kimono-clad ass.

That made Kirsty laugh out loud, letting her head rest on Giles’ shoulder. “I think you’re the smart ass in this relationship, just saying.”

“Never been called smart before,” smiled Babcock, letting his hand rest on her ass with a gentle squeeze. “I think in this family, the smartness rating goes you, Duke, and then me.”

“You are.” She shook her head. “We’re all tied, now hush.” She looked down at him, running her fingers through his hair. “Thanks for cheering me up some.”

Giles smiled weakly. It was tough, there was no doubt about that. The toll their pasts….in both life, and whatever they were before….had taken on them was not small. But they could make it. Giles was sure of that much.

He leaned up and kissed her, then smirked. “I could cheer you up more,” he suggested.

“Works for me,” she chuckled, shooing away the dog.