Here is my SOG contribution for the second time today. Thanks to everyone who helped with the cut, I'm usually not so challenged. I am the only person to beta this, so all mistakes are mine. Hope you enjoy!
Title: Tabloid Troubles
Author: Carla S. (carlaland LJ)
Summary: Giles is surprised by his celebrity.
Spoilers/Setting: Post Season Eight
Feedback: Probably needed :)!
Disclaimer: All things BtVS and AtS belong to Joss Whedon. It has been established that you just can’t make money from fanfiction.
“Did you see this?” Buffy asked as she walked into Giles’ office looking at a tabloid newspaper. “Good Lord!” Giles exclaimed as he scanned the cover. It featured a large picture of a man kissing a young dark haired girl on the cheek and smaller pictures of him hugging different young girls. Above the pictures the caption, “Scholarship Students, or Mistresses?” was printed in bold red letters. Buffy, leaning over his shoulder, murmured, “I think we have underestimated the public’s curiosity regarding your private life”. “Buffy, I have no idea what you are talking about. This is outrageous! I am calling our solicitor right this minute. This has to be slander!” Giles was incensed. He stood, tossing his glasses onto the desktop and waving the tabloid rag around, bellowed “How dare these rags print anything about me or my family!”
“Giles, relax.” Buffy began making soothing circles on his back. “You run a billion dollar company that maintains a low profile. The Council has thousands on the payroll and part of the holdings is a boarding school open only to “scholarship recipients”. Seriously, I’m surprised it hasn’t happened before. You were eventually going to end up on the tabloid radar. At least it was you and not a slayer killing something. That would have been really bad.” Giles nodded at Buffy, agreeing with her point. “But they make me look like a dirty old man, groping young girls! Did they have to get the one picture of me kissing Dawn on the cheek? I was so proud of her, being accepted into Oxford and now they have turned it into something dirty. This is disgusting.” Giles continued to fume, face red. He read the cover out loud “Rupert Giles, benefactor or predator?” He threw the rag across the room, making Buffy jump away from him as pages scattered on the rug. “Is it my fault all the girls insist on hugging me all of the time? I don’t want to deny them what little affection they ask for, most of them have never been away from home. They see me as a father figure, especially the younger ones. This makes me ill.” At this last statement, Giles wilted into his chair, head down with his hands in his hair. “Sweetie, I know.” Buffy moved closer, putting her arm around his shoulders and giving him a hug. As she spoke, she smoothed his hair down. “I’m not sure there’s anything you can do except maybe call a press conference? All of these pictures can be easily explained. People really don’t want the truth anyway. We should probably just ignore it and move on.” Giles gave her a grateful smile, put his arm around her waist and pulled her onto his lap. Giving her a quick kiss on the lips, he observed “You don’t seem very upset that all of England is looking at pictures of me kissing a much younger woman. You have been very calm about this situation.” Buffy smiled and leaned in to give him a long, lingering kiss. “Well, I know something they don’t. You’re really kissing your sister-in-law on the cheek, not some random student. Wait till they find out how young your wife is, talk about cradle robbing!” She gave him a look filled with laughter and promise. “Maybe was should consider this “lecherous headmaster/naughty student” scenario, it could be interesting.” Giles settled her firmly on his lap and grinned at her. “Anything you say, love, anything you say.”