Rating: G
Author: Trekker
Pairing: none, Giles & Anya
Fandom: Buffy
"You!"
The shout drew his attention up from the compendium.
"Um. Yes?" he asked, trying to place her. He recognized her as a new student, although her name escaped him.
"This is all your fault, and you are so going to pay."
He blinked. And then, with a snarl of inarticulate fury, she lunged.
The attack caught him so completely off-guard it wasn't until the room was fading to black around him that he really comprehended that he was on the floor and she had a death grip on his throat.
Fortunately, she seemed in possession of no kind of supernatural strength, as it was perfectly simple to throw her off. He sat up and put a hand to his neck.
And then he... coughed. As that was pretty much all he could really convince his throat to do. He coughed again, this time putting an inquisitive twist on it. She'd sat up herself, and then she howled. "Argh! I hate being human! Stupid weak body, no powers--"
"Um. Excuse me," he finally managed to croak, "What exactly have I--?"
"Oh!" she said, voice full of that terrifying feminine frustration. "Just! Just forget it!"
And then she grabbed her purse off the floor, stood, brushed herself off, and stalked away.
Giles watched her go. Eventually, bemusedly, he called after her long-gone retreating figure, "Sorry?"
The End