Pairing: Buffy/Giles Rating: G Spoilers: None Summary: Why can't Giles find his favorite TV show? Date Written: 10/30/01 Dedication: To Joanna and GylzGirl, who are suffering the evils of preempted Buffy and Angel. I hope this helps. Buffy came down the stairs to find Giles and Dawn watching television together. This made her curious. The pair had few tastes in common when it came to either drama or comedy. "Hey guys," she said, "whatcha watching?" "Some ridiculous game," Giles snorted. "It's not ridiculous; it's basketball," Dawn protested. "It was supposed to be a program I've become quite attached to. It was preempted for this exercise in futility. It's dreadful." "Then why are you still watching it?" Buffy teased. "You do know that there's an off switch on the TV, don't you?" "Hey! I like it," Dawn insisted. "You could at least see what's on the other channels," Buffy suggested. A brief struggle ensued between Giles and Dawn for control of the remote. Due to his superior strength and penchant for playing dirty, Giles won. Dawn slumped back with her arms crossed and a sour expression on her face. Giles began channel surfing. "How very odd," he mused after he'd gone through most of the channels. "Every single channel is showing some sort of sporting event." "That's weird," Buffy agreed. "Usually there's lots of old movies and reruns of sitcoms from the Eighties and stuff. Are you sure there's nothing but sports?" "Basketball, baseball, football - the sissy American variety, rugby, cricket, hockey, both ice and field... this is most peculiar." "Wait a minute, that's impossible," Buffy said. "I know the sports seasons have been sneaking closer and closer together, but this is ridiculous. These don't all get played at the same time of year. And check out those synchronized swimmers; they need some serious dental work." Sure enough, the swimmers on the screen had snaggled teeth to go with their yellow eyes and deeply ridged foreheads. "Good thing for them it's an indoor pool," was Dawn's only comment. "What were you trying to watch, anyway, Giles?" "It was, well, a program about vampires and vampire hunters, if you must know." Buffy fixed him with a stare. "You don't get enough vampires in your life already?" "The dialogue is very good," he muttered in embarrassment "Now what are we going to do about these vampire sports teams?" Buffy wrested the remote from Giles' hand. "We're going to ignore them and concentrate on the real vampires: the program directors for the TV stations. You just tell me what their names are and where to find them, and I'll slay them." "And if they're human?" Buffy rolled her eyes. "Giles. These are the people who canceled Star Trek but let Saturday Night Live continue to fill our screens with unfunny crap week after week. These are the people who canceled your vampire show and force us to sit through the vampolympics. They are evil. They must die. It's my job." "Alright, go do what you must. Just do me one favor, please?" "Anything." "Take me with you?" The Slayer held out her hand. "Come on, Giles. Let's go kill us a scourge."