The Dentist
written by Joanna C

Rating: FRT
Spoilers: None indicated.
Summary: Giles drives Buffy to the dentist.
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Buffy nervously tapped her hand on the arm rest as Giles settled into the driver's seat beside her.

"So, thanks for the ride," she said.

Giles shrugged. "I don't mind.

"I know. Just... it's all the way across town, you know. Kinda out of your way..."

"And yours," he observed. "Hence, the need for the ride..."

She looked up at him hopefully. "Well, I could NOT go. That would work too."

Giles shook his head. "And a fine example THAT would set for Dawn. Really, Buffy, it's only the dentist."

She shuddered. "Ugh. I know."

"And it's not as through they plan to HURT you, really. Only a cleaning..."

She shuddered again. "Ouch."

"That bad?" His smile was wryly amused. "With your slayer pain tolerance, I should think they'd have to practically cut you open before you'd even feel it."

She pouted. "That's not sympathy. Where's the sympathy? And note, that a high pain tolerance is no good against icky things in one's mouth, Giles. Slayer strength or not, that's still a big ick."

Giles shrugged. "If you say so. I've never minded the dentist much."


"Now,'s rather unfair of you to take out your juvenile insecurity on ME just because I've learned to handle my stress effectively..."

Her eyes widened. "You don't meditate! Tell me you don't sit there at the dentist with some magic crystal or something and meditate!"

"Of course not!" he scoffed.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

"When you get to my level of study, you hardly need the crystal..."

"Ohhhhh," she whined. "I don't want to do this. Giles, this sucks."

"Oh, come on..."

"You know," she said thoughtfully. "When Mom used to take me, she would buy me ice cream afterwards."

"Bribery? Now, Buffy, really..."

"Well, it helped is all. Harmless enough." She put on her best pout, and Giles sighed.

"You want me to drive you all the way across town to the dentist, sit and the car and wait for you, then take you out and buy you ice cream?" he clarified.

She nodded. "Uh huh."

"And in return, I get..."

"A calm slayer is a live slayer, Giles. I'd hate to slip up in a fight later on because I am having flashbacks to some scary trauma that could have been erased by ice cream."

"Pulling THAT card on me, are you? That's rather unfair."

"Giles, you don't understand. Me and dentists---they DO stuff to you. There's that gritty sandpaper stuff, and those icky, squeaky fluoride trays..."


"And Dawn wasn't helping. She spent the whole morning playing that creepy dentist song from Little Shop of Horrors. You know, the one where Steve Martin is this biker guy and he tortures those nuns?"

"I rather hope not."

She slouched in the seat with a heavy sigh. "So, I do get the ice cream, right?"

Giles frowned. "I hate to encourage such immaturity, Buffy, really..."

"Or I get drunk with Spike and go play kitten poker..."

Giles grinned brightly. "Vanilla or chocolate?"