::Scoobies:: What is this place?

[jenny]

Images of her past flashed through her mind as she walked through the Suburban streets of Richmond, Virginia. Beautiful waves crashed onto the sandy shore of Constanta, the town of which she had been born into. The trees’ leaves bristled in the wind and made a quiet humming noise. A four year old Janna ran through the trees, seemingly running away from something and giggling the entire time. And who was behind her? Her uncle Enyos chased behind her, telling her that he would catch her. As he finally did he tickled her silly until she could not hold it in any longer and burst into laughter. Next, her uncle flashed into her mind one last time. He was murdered this time, laying on the floor with not a sign of life in his eyes. She sobbed as she realized who had murdered him; Angelus had, the vampire she’d been sent to Sunnydale to watch over so that this very instance would not happen.

With a shake of her head, she blocked out all flashbacks as she hadn’t wanted to see them. However what came into her head next was not flashbacks. Instead they were new memories, only they weren’t hers. She seen the gang…she seen them graduate High School and defeat the mayor. She seen them fall in and out love, lose more people…She seen Giles move back to England for a time, she saw Willow nearly end the world. She seen the entire gang rise against the first and come out on top. She seen Giles training a young blonde boy in Europe, teaching him the ways of the watcher as he taught Xander as well. She seen Angel lying in bed with Buffy and a little girl whom she did not know. She then seen Angelus, killing several girls in the same house. Next attacking the vampire Spike and afterwards, a fellow slayer of Buffy’s. Next she seen Buffy, sleeping with Angelus…one of the very things that was responsible for her being here in the first place. Then she seen Angel back with his soul, screaming with Buffy. And lastly she seen them all, sitting around the table in a large house right here in Richmond.

It seemed that the Powers That Be wanted her to be fully aware of everything that she had missed. They wanted her to know where everyone was in their lives, while she had been seemingly sitting still. Granted she had been in a better place. While it hadn’t been with Giles or anyone else on this earth that she’d loved, it had been with other loved ones. She had been with her parents and her uncle, along with others of their clan. This place had been blissful and quiet, seemingly always peaceful and so…light. She had been in heaven and now, she was being brought back for a second chance.

However did she want this second chance? She wasn’t sure if she did or not, all she knew was that she didn’t really have a choice either way. Adorned in a simple white dress, the cold breeze blew it up slightly at her side as she made her way up a mysterious driveway. It was mysterious to her because she had never physically been there but she had seen it many times. Not knowing who would be inside at the moment, she walked up to the door and knocked. Only twice, and very lightly. Being brought back from the dead wasn’t something that was easy to handle, so she was feeling a bit fragile at the moment. However she did know that she was supposed to come here. She just hoped she would be welcomed.

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Tag: Anyone in the boarding house
Word Count: 617
Outfit: Click here for Jenny's outfit.
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[rupertgiles]

The lack of sleep was getting to Giles. Between his constant stream of work and research and his side project on discovering what exactly happened in the Boarding House, he was only getting four or five hours of sleep per night and coffee wasn’t getting the job done anymore. Tonight, he promised himself, he’d get the proper amount of rest. He had promised himself the last few nights and broken that promised, so Giles wasn’t exactly sure why today would be different. Maybe he would simply get to a point where he fell into a sweet unconsciousness and his body would force him to sleep for half the day.

But for right now, caffeine would have to do. Despite wanting to rest or continue his investigation on the missing potentials, he had to concentrate on translating a Gaul text, and he was never very good at proto Germanic languages. So, was he cross? No, but disinclined might be a better word. Life just hadn’t been going very well for the watcher. Filling up his ‘Kiss the Librarian’ mug for the third time today with coffee and an embarrassing amount of sugar, Giles gathered the ancient tome and his drink and began to shuffle his way to his room again. He hadn’t been out of the house much since Buffy gave him the all clear to stay there again, and he wondered if perhaps he was getting a bit of cabin fever. Well, his personal problems would have to wait.

Giles was passing through the foyer and about to ascend the stairs when he heard two soft raps on the door. It was enough to make the watcher pause, trying to decide if it had been his mind playing tricks on him or if someone was really there. After a small amount of deliberation, Giles decided it wouldn’t be horrible to check. After all, if it was some timid potential outside, it wouldn’t do to leave them out in the cold. And if it had just been his imagination, no one was around to witness his mistake. So, he rounded back and opened the door.

”Ah, he-“ was all that the watcher could say before the coffee mug fell from his hand and smashed on the porch below. The sound brought him back to the champagne bottle that slipped from his grasp that night when Giles had discovered this woman, now in front of him, in his bed. But then, the woman was dead, her neck snapped. And now she appeared to at least be animate, if not alive. Giles couldn’t decide if it was true or if it was some kind of cruel trick. Perhaps he had lost so much sleep he was beginning to hallucinate. But it was Jenny. Or something wearing her form. He desperately wanted it to be the former, but his connection to the woman he loved had been abused in the past. And if she was here, why now? And who could have forced her from her well-deserved rest? There were so many questions, but Giles was frozen in pure shock.

And then he was pulled from it by hot coffee seeping into his sock, causing him to seethe a little as he jerked his foot away from the dampness, and recognizing the small disaster he had made by dropping his mug. He looked back up, and Jenny was still there. Pain would have most likely broken a psychic attack or illusion, unless it was very strong. It crossed Giles’ mind that perhaps this was a message from the Powers and he should close his jaw and collect himself. Returning to look into Jenny’s eyes, trying to find some clue as to if she was truly here, he finally spoke, ”How is this... possible?”

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TAGS: Jenny/ Open
WORD COUNT: 629
NOTES: Jenny!! <3

[jenny]

Being in front of this house gave her small flashes of the past. Even though she hadn’t been there when she seen everything that happened, she felt like she knew this house. For instance she knew the layout of it from having seen it so many times; she wouldn’t even need a tour. The powers had surely wanted her to know what had happened while she’d been gone. They gave her flashes here and there of everything simply to fill them in. She didn’t see the future, or at least hadn’t so far, and doubted that she would. The only reason they even showed her the past was so that she knew what and who to watch out for. After all, she was mainly sent here to watch Angel…yet again. This time though she hadn’t been sent by her Gypsy relatives but instead the Powers that be, since lord knows they can’t do the leg work on their own. Nope, they always have to have a vessel to do it for them.

Apparently her soft mouse-like raps on the wooden door frame had been loud enough to entrance somebody. Hearing the creak of old steps, she realized someone was heading downstairs towards the door. Had her hearing been this good before? She supposed it had been but that everything just seemed so loud because in a sense, it was new. To her new body at least. Or…was this her old body? She wasn’t really sure how that worked and the Powers That Be weren’t great at answering questions. They gave her a task and the memories to complete it but offered her no answers to what had happened to do her. She did know one thing though, that she could feel magic flowing through her body. Before, she had never considered herself a witch, but instead a techno-pagan. She had been able to do light incantations from the book but she hadn’t ever held any real power. Things were different now she supposed, she just wondered what exactly she was capable of.

Bring the wooden door back into focus, she sucked in a deep breath as someone began to twist the knob. This was it, the moment that she had been waiting for. Someone was answering her beckon call and soon she would find out just how welcome she was being back. The second that the door fully opened and she seen who it was, her eyes widened at the sight. The powers hadn’t mentioned to her that they’d be throwing Rupert Giles at her right off the bat. While part of her being here was to make sure he didn’t flip out over Angel losing his soul and go completely ballistic, she hadn’t expected to see him first. Even though she had known it was coming…she hadn’t thought that it would be this soon.

As the coffee mug dropped from his hand and crashed into the porch, she looked down to it, almost sadly. Why on earth she found it kind of sad she had no clue but she did. As she noticed the coffee seemingly begin to burn him, she stepped forward a step or two, stepping onto the broken glass nearly. Next, she pressed one finger against his lips. ”Shhh” she purred quietly, ushering him to calm down for only a moment. When his voice ceased and he had pulled his foot out of the shoe, she looked down to his foot and shoe curiously. Tilting her head she looked at the coffee stained shoe and sock.

Leaning down, she waived her hand over his shoe and sock and muttered the word ”kavu”

[/color] which translates to dry in Swahili. Even shocking herself, it actually worked and he was instantly dry. Looking down to the broken mug this time, she muttered the word ”defluo”[/color] and watched as all the little pieces of glass disappeared. Defluo meant to disappear in Latin. She didn’t know how the hell she knew all of this, perhaps from the Powers that be? It confused her, as she had never been this powerful. Although it wasn’t really powerful compared to most witches but it was for her who hadn’t ever been a decent spellcaster. Still….it was strange, they had made her better, though she didn’t understand why.

Tilting her head to the side she looked intensely into Giles’ eyes, desperately having missed him in the afterlife. Yes she had been in heaven and while it was blissful, she still missed the love of her life. Still close to him she placed her hand on his cheek, stroking the side of it so that he knew she was really here. ”I’m not sure…All I know is that I’m here, sent by the Powers That be. They’re not great at answering questions”[/color] she spoke wisp fully, stroking his cheek slowly and talking slowly as well. At the moment she still wasn’t quite sure if she should tell him why the Powers had sent her here. Last time when they’d learned she was there to watch Angel, they hadn’t talked to her for a long time feeling betrayed. She definitely didn’t want that to happen but on the other hand, she felt like it would anger Buffy to know this.

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Tag: Anyone in the boarding house
Word Count: 880
Outfit: Click here for Jenny's outfit.
Notes: Sorry so long. She started rambling.

[rupertgiles]

A touch was all that was needed to completely assure Giles that he wasn’t hallucinating. Just one finger on his lips and he knew that she was actually there. His natural nagging cautioned him that this could be something else, but he couldn’t move, couldn’t say a word as she gently shushed him. And the tension and suspicion that the watcher wanted to keep was slowly leaving him, replaced by a fever pitch of emotions. He simply couldn’t help it. Giles merely stood there like a dunce as Jenny somehow cast a few spells that caused the coffee and coffee mug to vanish. He looked to her wordlessly, perplexed as to how she had done that. That sort of magic hadn’t been within her talents when she was alive—or was it before she came back now? In any case, looking into Jenny’s eyes, it seemed the witch was just as confused as to how she had this power.

Oh, but her eyes. They were just the same as all those years ago, shining with wit and beauty and all the things that Giles had admired and loved in her—that he still admired and loved in her. As Jenny’s hand came to his cheek, he felt as if he could melt into her warmth. He felt so battered from being overworked and isolated, so old and tired. And now, here was respite, the woman he had loved so much had come back. It was wonderful and terrifying. He only gave a slightly shaky nod when Jenny explained that it was the Powers. Yes, of course that was the most likely answer. They seemed to be taking a lot of people from Heaven or the other side or whatever was out there lately. If he wasn’t so preoccupied with his emotional ecstasy, the watcher would have probably gone into some kind of deduction as to why the Powers were on such a resurrection frenzy. If it had been anyone else, he could have pulled his thoughts together. But this wasn’t the case. And Giles let himself go to the feelings and pushed away the confusion for now. If this was somehow a ruse or deception, then let himself be damned to it. The moment of illusion would be worth the suffering he would bear later.

So Giles took her soft, small hand into his own and gently led her past the doorstep, bading her to come in with a glance of his eyes. Everything about her seemed so fragile, so new and yet the same. He recognized a similar fatigue in her that Buffy had when she had been brought back from the dead, and it was strange to not see Jenny’s normal charm and cheekiness. But it was understandable. So, being ever the man of restraint, he gently put his arms around his love, so gingerly and deliberately as if she would shatter, never to be seen again, if he made the wrong move. Giles just wanted to be a support for her, to bear all of her pains and worries. It was likely that many more pains and worries were going to be exposed to her when Giles informed her of what had happened to him and the Sunnydale group over the years. He had changed. Jenny’s death had been one of the first catalysts of that, and now, even though holding her in his arms made him feel like everything would go back to those simpler times, he had to admit that he was frightened of that discussion.

”Jenny…” Giles finally allowed himself to speak and to say her name. But beyond that, the watcher had no idea as to what he could or wanted to tell her. He could speak of how he missed her, how he had never found a meaningful relationship before or after her. Giles could try to breach what had happened in the years she had been gone. He could rant about how the Powers had interrupted her time in Heaven. Perhaps even, if he wasn’t all propriety and Britishness, he could confess his love for her over and over and let the tears that were now beginning to line his eyes fall. But mostly, Giles wanted time to stop. He knew that this moment would have to end one way or another, and that the veil over what had changed would be lifted sooner rather than later. But for now, Giles felt a peace he hadn’t felt in a very long time. He held her closer in the embrace, a shuddering sigh passing through him before he tried to talk again, ”Welcome back.”

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TAGS: Jenny/ Open
WORD COUNT: 772
NOTES: Lol. In contrast, Giles is more or less speechless.

[jenny]

The second she had placed her finger against his lip, her hand against his cheek, she singlehandedly watched as the worry began to simply seep out of him. The utter disbelief began to leave him the longer that their skin touched and she couldn’t blame him. As weird as it was being alive again and seeing him, it was probably even stranger for him to be quite literally seeing an old ghost. Allowing him to lead her into the home, she mumbled something in latin again and heard the door calmly shut behind the two of them. Although she didn’t know where her powers had come from, she knew she could certainly get used to this. It seemed that they had given her more extensive powers than they wanted her to know about. With it coming so easily to her, she wondered vaguely just what else she could accomplish. However she knew she would figure that out later, perhaps even working with Willow after she was settled in.

When he took her into his arms, she seemed to sink against him. Feeling their skin together again brought back memories, both good and bad between the two of them. Jenny loved even the bad memories as all of it was part of their relationship, or had been at least, when they’d had one. Allowing her head to rest against his shoulder and the nape of his neck, a couple images flashed through her mind. Images of the First using her image to nearly drive the Watcher mad. Although she had seen this when she’d first been brought back, she had also seen thousands of other images. It seemed that they had shown her everything that had happened. So even though she’d seen this once before, it seemed that the Powers wanted to remind her.

Still in his grasp, she spoke softly into his ear on the side where she was laying her head. ”Rupert, I know they used my body against you…The First, he played tricks on you…but they never had my essence.” One of her hands rubbed his back softly, just below his shoulder blades. ”I just wanted you to know it was never me”

[/color] she cooed into his ear, still rubbing his skin softly. He was probably going to wonder how in the hell she knew that this had happened, but she’d explain later. At the moment the only thing important was letting him know that it hadn’t been her. She hadn’t played any part in trying to trick him, in her ghost seducing him back in Sunnydale. She had been in heaven the entire time, oblivious to what was happening below her in their world. Contrary to what most people believed, in her case at least, she hadn’t been watching her loved ones down below her. Not because she hadn’t wanted to, but because she hadn’t known how. She hadn’t been there long enough to figure it out…there was only bliss, and that had been enough for her.

Hearing him speak her name was like music to her hears. It sounded as if a thousand beautiful birds were singing to her, cooing to her. It melted her heart to hear him say her name in such a way, in the same way he’d said it all those years ago back in Sunnydale. ”I know”[/color] she cooed back in response. It may have seemed like her comment was a bit off, but in truth it was completely on. She was trying to release to him the fact that she knew how he was feeling. That she knew she had been missed, that she had been loved. She knew it because she had missed him, she had loved him all the time she had been gone. Even when she’d been in heaven her thoughts and her heart had been consumed by her love for him that had never changed.

Feeling his entire body shake as he sighed, she finished rubbing his back and allowed her arms to wrap around his body. As he held her tighter, she gripped him tighter as well wanting to let him know that she was here. She was truly here and she wasn’t going to break if he held her tightly, she was here for good. As he welcomed her back to this world, she couldn’t find any words to speak to him. Instead she felt her eyes filling with tears, her eyes growing heavy with the threat of crying. As she relaxed into his body, she allowed one single tear to flow down her cheeks. When it plopped down onto his shoulder she took a deep breath, trying to hold anymore back from falling. This moment was perfect and while she had a million things to say, she didn’t want to ruin it with her words.[/blockquote]
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Tag: Anyone in the boarding house
Word Count: 802
Outfit: Click here for Jenny's outfit.
Notes: ----

[rupertgiles]

Feeling Jenny accept his arms around her and even lean into him, Giles couldn’t stop his chest from tightening in that maddening way where all the joy and the pain in the world seemed to be in contention in one’s body. It felt so familiar to hold her, like he had been transported back to the Sunnydale library, that Buffy, Xander and Willow were going to come across them at any moment and be disgusted that the ‘adults’ were making eyes at each other again. He listened to her words, to her call his name—his proper name which only a few could call him by seriously— and though he was puzzled as to how she knew what The First (and actually, Drusilla as well) had done to him using Jenny’s form, he couldn’t bring himself to question it right now. He just felt her hand on his back and its soothing strokes. Barely moving, even his breath shallow and slow, he only replied with, ”Yes. I knew.” Of course he had known. He could recall a time where he had so desperately wanted Jenny to be the specter that was haunting Sunnydale High during the Sadie Hawkins dance, but Willow had reminded him that Jenny would never hurt those that she loved or do such terrible things. And he had carried that with him for a long time. Time passed. The wounds scarred over.

Then again, seeing her, being with her like this ripped open those scars rather painfully… but in a blissful way that the watcher would never be able to describe. Giles knew that many people had felt the way he currently felt, especially since the Powers kept bringing people back… and though he didn’t want to think on it and just let himself slip into the warmth of Jenny’s touch, the analytical part of his brain just wouldn’t shut up. Why were the Powers That Be doing such a thing? There had to be a purpose, since pulling souls from Heaven was probably very difficult to do. To raise her from the dead and increase her mystic powers… it just seemed as if they were grooming her to be some kind of tool. And it just made Giles’ temper run a bit hot to think that Jenny was roused back to this plane simply to do the Powers’ work for them. She deserved more respect than that.

But Jenny was here now, and like Buffy before her, Giles would have to simply adjust to her resurrection, though this time he knew it would be much more difficult. It had been seven years and Giles had never expected Jenny to ever come back to him, despite never truly moving on from her. But what had it been for Jenny? For all he knew, it could have felt like moments or eternity. And she still looked young and bright and beautiful, despite her tiredness, and Giles… well, he was certainly older. He wanted to believe that they could pick up from where they left off, but the realist in him cruelly disproved that notion rather quickly. Too much had happened. But still, he couldn’t even think to tear himself away from Jenny. She knew exactly what to say to him, and Giles gleaned every sub context in two words that he could. They had both missed each other desperately, still carried a staggering amount of devotion for one another. It was like something out of a Jane Austen novel.

As their embrace became more intimate, Giles could tell that he being the first person to welcome Jenny back was very taxing on her. To be brought back from the dead and have the first hurdle to pass be a deeply emotional meeting with your previous… well, boyfriend sounded juvenile, but that was about what he had been to Jenny. In any case, such a thing was probably too much for anyone to handle, even a remarkably strong woman like the one Giles was currently holding in his arms. He felt a tear soak through the fabric of his dress-shirt and felt her struggling to not shed any more. Feeling an overwhelming surge of concern shoot through him, the watcher gingerly moved to cup Jenny’s face in his hands, as if to catch any more tears that might escape her, and struggled to let the moment hang for a great while before allowing himself to speak again, ”You must be… e-e-exhausted.” That damnable stutter again. He would never be rid of it, and certainly not when under emotional duress like this, ”Perhaps you should lie down and rest for a little while? If you’re… If you can.” It was possible that Jenny was under a time limit after all, just sent as a messenger and would leave him once her purpose had been fulfilled. He didn’t want it to be so, but the world had a very sad and harsh way of treating it inhabitants quite often.

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TAGS: Jenny/ Open
WORD COUNT: 828
NOTES: ~

[jenny]

It relieved her to hear him say that he’d known all along that it wasn’t her. It had been out of her control and yet she’d been forced to watch it. In her book, it had been one of the most awful things she’d had to endure. After her death she hadn’t been looking down on them all like most thought happened. She wished she had, but she hadn’t. The only reason she knew of all this was because the Powers found it relevant to her being to know. At least that skips the awkward, this is what you missed when you were dead, conversation she thought to herself. It hadn’t been a conversation that she’d been looking forward to so the fact that the Powers had given her all these memories was a pure blessing. It was nice to know everything she’d missed. It’d save time in the end.

However at the same time it had forced her to see how everyone had reacted to her death. It was comforting to know that she’d been missed and they had mourned over her, but seeing Giles so upset her broken her heart. She’d been alive for only a few moments before they’d given her all of these memories. She seen him down and depressed over her. She seen him desperately kissing Drusilla as she wore her own face, secretly wishing to god that it was really Jenny though clearly it had not been. It broke her heart to know that she’d been missed so immensely, yet warmed it at the same time. She wanted to see the kids she’d left behind. Most of all she wanted to see Willow, as they’d been the closest. She knew from her memories that the entire gang lived here, though there would be time for hello’s later. For now…for now, she wanted to be with the man she loved.

She sank into him a bit further, her skin craving his own as she pressed further into him. Her lips snuggled against the nape of his neck, dying to feel his warmth. It had been so cold outside and the Powers had given her only a dress…mistake on their part. Yet she couldn’t help but wonder if she was cold mentally, or simply emotionally depraved. ”Good” she said simply, her voice cracking in the slightest as she managed to spit it out. A wave of relief washed over her as he confirmed that he’d known it wasn’t her. She had hoped he would believe her, that he would know that she would never do that to him, and she’d been right in her hope.

A surge of disappointment ran through her body as his grasp on her went faint. When he pulled away she found herself wanting to leap right back into his arms. To hold him tightly and to never let him go. After all It was impossible to know how long she had on this earth…how long she was supposed to serve a purpose. It angered her that she was brought back to simply do the Powers’ bidding, though she found herself not caring as she looked into her lover’s eyes. Feeling his warm hands cup her face she pressed into him further. Closing her eyes for a moment, she took in the feeling of their skin touching and the warmness radiating from his. It seemed to still consume her as it always had in the past. It was one thing that hadn’t changed, and one thing she knew never would.

Opening her eyes back up again to look at him after savoring his touch, a warm look came across them. It was a loving look and one she’d only ever given him in her entire lifetime. ”I’m alright…a little tired, but not too bad…I’ve been sleeping for almost six years, Rupert”

[/color] she said with a small laugh. Even as she laughed the tears still welled in her eyes. They were tears of emotional duress and yet the feeling of being overjoyed at the same time. He was all she had ever wanted and being here with him gave her even the slightest of energy. Her heart made her want to stay up with him all night and just hold each other. Her body however was taxed, from being brought back and from walking to the house for what seemed like an eternity.

”I can”[/color] she told him with a sweet smile, a smile that just barely tugged at her cheeks. She knew what he was thinking without him even needing to say. Just like she hoped he would understand her comment to say that she’d be around for a while. Reaching out her hand to intertwine with his, she gestured for him to take her upstairs. If she was lying down she still wanted to be with him, if he would come with her. She didn’t want to separate so soon and if she had to exhaust herself further to stay up with him, she would do that. After all…there was no other place she would have rather been in that moment.[/blockquote]
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Tag: Anyone in the boarding house
Word Count: 850
Outfit: Click here for Jenny's outfit.
Notes: ----

[rupertgiles]

It was hard to keep strong and supportive as Jenny leaned more into his touch, and Giles could feel his heart tremble in his chest as her cool lips brushed against his skin. It was almost too surreal, and it was very tempting to just abandon all reason and sense and simply kiss her. However, the watcher knew there were certain factors to deliberate on, a period he should wait until his emotions were in check and he could make decisions with clarity. Though their passion was all consuming in this moment, Giles knew Jenny had a priority… which wasn’t him. One did not come back from the dead after so long just to be reunited with a long lost love. On the other hand, he didn’t know how long Jenny was allowed to stay on this plane, and perhaps he should take the initiative, try his best at being dashing and sweep his love off her feet. But then again, there was Jenny’s feelings to consider, because even though she shivered against him now, perhaps being too romantic just after she had arrived would be boorish and distasteful. Jenny had always teased him about his stuffy indecisiveness… at least that hadn’t changed too much.

In the end, Giles pushed such thoughts away in order to care properly for the woman in his grasp. Sometimes there were reasons for things to happen, and even though it could have been coincidence that Giles opened the door, it was also likely that something had been manipulated. Giles could recognize that was be the one to tie Jenny back into this world, as well as one of the the best choices for assisting her in her acclimation to what had happened while she was gone. Although it was possible Jenny had been told already or was watching from Heaven somehow, considering she seemed to know at least some things that had happed to him. He was naturally curious, but also hesitant to bombard the newly resurrected woman with questions.

A single breathy chuckle passed Giles’ lips as his love spoke. It was a bit heartbreaking to see how resilient she was attempting to appear when the watcher could feel in his body how fragile she felt right now. But even so, he played along, a weak smile crossing his features, ”Ah, yes. I suppose that’s right. You won’t have to sleep, just… ju-just rest for a bit.” Although, once Giles spoke, he internally chastised himself. He was acting so silly and simple-headed. And he felt even more so as a huge wash of relief came over him when Jenny confirmed she had at least a moment more to spend with him. As she took his hand and silently asked for Giles to lead her to a room upstairs, he could feel the brimming tears recede, not for any lack of emotions, but because the watcher was adamant that he was going to worry over Jenny and not the other way around. His fingers laced into hers and he climbed the stairs and made his way down the hall slowly, being conscious of every move Jenny made. Had she asked him to carry her, he would have done so, but that would probably have been too patronizing. His determination to tend her every need would probably make her embarrassed enough.

Giles couldn’t tell if any of the Potentials were around, or if anyone Jenny knew was home, but in that moment, he wasn’t even thinking about such things. The watcher really was in his own little world right now, just him and his lover and they seemed to arrive at his quarters quickly, even though the pace they had kept was relaxed. Gently pushing the door open, his room was as one would expect it—rather Spartan and neat save the mess of paperwork and texts piled all across a cherry-wood desk shoved into one corner, and deep brown bookshelves entirely across one wall, which he had installed himself once it was clear that he was going to be a more permanent resident of the Boarding House. He turned down the russet covers of his simple bed and didn’t release Jenny’s hand until she had become comfortable sitting, and then fetched his office chair to perch on as if he was at her hospital bedside. Although once seated, Giles’ wavering thoughts kicked back in and he suddenly wasn’t so sure if what he had done was for the best. So, he spoke his concerns, ”Is this alright? I didn’t think to ask if you wanted your own room… a-a-and I should probably call Buffy and Willow… ah, and Xander’s just arrived as well, I believe, so I can… Um…” Giles forced himself to concentrate and gather his thoughts, ”I believe I can stop nattering on. The three of them, though, I’m positive they would want to see you.”

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TAGS: Jenny
WORD COUNT: 814
NOTES: Giles just gets so flustered... Love this thread sooo much, I'm happy to write for it again! :3

[jenny]

Despite the two of them having been lovers and very close in the past, she could sense the nervousness present with the rigid watcher. It shouldn't have surprised her as she had been away from his world for nearly six years. It seemed impossible that she'd been gone for such a long amount of time. From what she'd seen Buffy had only been gone months and had been forced to readjust, in the end having a very hard time of it. However she was also ripped from the heavens by her friends out of pure selfishness. Jenny however had been called away. There hadn't been any ripping, she'd simply been asked to come back here. To not only watch over them as a whole, but to help them, and clearly keep an eye on Angel as well. She'd had a choice and she had chosen to come back to them...though she had done it for them, not for her. If she'd done it for her...she wouldn't have been in Richmond right now.

It wasn't as if she didn't want to see Giles or any of the rest of them because she did, very much so. More or less she hadn't wanted to intrude upon all of their lives again. She hadn't wanted to push herself back into the fray of good vs. evil and stir up all of the drama she'd left when she had been killed. Perhaps it was true that it hadn't been her time all of those years ago, perhaps she should have gotten to live awhile longer. However nonetheless she had grown used to the idea of being gone. Eventually she'd begun to enjoy the utter peacefulness and bliss that had come with her death. While they mourned her for awhile they all seemed to work through it in time, even Giles beginning to get over it not too much longer afterwards. Yet here she was; forced to stir up old feelings, forced to tease them into thinking that death wasn't final.

While Janna didn't exactly believe the watcher's weak attempt at a smile, she did appreciate the gesture. The tears that had been hiding in the back of the man's eyes had disappeared. He was trying to be strong for her and for that, she only felt as if she loved him even more, something she hadn't thought to be possible. "Okay" she simply said, a softness and certain amount of fragile nature present in her singsong voice. As their hands seemed to melt together she towed up the stairs behind him and climbed the steps. The quiet creaks in the floorboards were the only noises to be heard throughout the home at the moment, it seemed that they were alone for the time being. She was grateful not to be bombarded by people during her first moments back on earth, though she knew the bombarding would come soon enough. That was fine with her, as long as she got a few moments of rest first. Coming back from the dead was quite taxing on one's body it seemed.

Approaching Rupert's room in only several moments, she looked around and soaked in the environment. Though the room was simple it was cluttered with books and volumes of demonology spread out. Clearly the man was currently working on some type of research. Perhaps once she was acclimated back into this world she would go on to assist him as she had in the old days. She had always preferred computers to books, though she wasn't sure if she'd be able to use computers now as technology had surely advanced. Hopefully Willow would be able to mentor her back into the ways of the modern computer, as she really didn't want to have to resort to Rupert's dusty old books.

Taking a seat on top of the watcher's bed, she watched as he fussed about moving a chair to watch over her. She was not ill and yet he seemed to want to watch over her as if she was. Giving him a peculiar smile, she couldn't help but gleam at how fussy he was being. "Come here. Lay with me"

[/color] she told him, motioning over for him to join her. Her voice was soft and playful though there would be no playing between the two of them. It was far too soon for that. Once he'd joined her, she pulled the cover on top of the both of them and placed herself down with her back against his chest. The bottom of her white dress seemed to flow over his knees as he held her, snuggling back into him with her head below his chest. Closing her eyes she hummed in satisfaction before beginning to drift off into a peaceful slumber. Perhaps she was more tired than she had originally assumed.

"We'll see them, as soon as we wake up"[/color] she mumbled, beginning to doze off, a blissful smile across her delicate Gypsy features.[/blockquote]
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Tag: Anyone in the boarding house
Word Count: 859
Outfit: Click here for Jenny's outfit.
Notes: Sorry for the godmod! Was just trying to speed things up. Perhaps for your reply, you could just post it as the new, group thread?

[ADMIN ASHLEY]