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I didnвЂ™t want to move her any more than I had to.вЂќ He nodded his approval as he opened the coat closet to retrieve his winter jacket and an old fashioned black doctorвЂ™s bag.

вЂњItвЂ™s not mine.вЂќ Giles ground out tersely, before the doctor could waste precious time unbuttoning the shirt in a futile search for the nonexistent source of the bleeding, вЂњGrab your kit. The amount sent a shot of adrenaline through ChaseвЂ™s central nervous system, and propelling him into doctor mode. Startled, Robert looked at the man before him, taking in his haggard appearance from the thinning hair and deep lines around his eyes to the open leather jacket and untucked shirt soaked through with an impossible amount of dark and sticky blood. вЂњA girl is dying and you want to be an arse?вЂќ Giles practically screamed at the man, his hands balled by his sides, fighting the urge to hit the doctor. Yes, IвЂ™m fine, thank you for-вЂњ Chase mumbled under his breath as he pulled on boots over his thick socks and shoved a thin blade into the sheath fitted into the stiff leather. вЂњGet your kit, Robert,вЂќ the man ordered stiffly before Chase could even get the door open to admit the Watcher.

It wasnвЂ™t Cameron who peered back at him through the spy glass in his door. Cursing under his breath, and wishing to all the hell dimensions that it wasnвЂ™t his so called girlfriend at the door, he pushed the blanket off of his legs, morning the lack of the heavy warmth as he shouted вЂњIвЂ™m coming!вЂќ at the wooden slab. Just when he felt he could keep his eyes open no longer, a banging started at his door. No man, Slayer, or demon would be able to slumber after consuming eight cups of the noxious toxin in the past hour alone, no matter how little rest he had gotten. Warm and comfortable, he let his mind drift as he sipped his tea, waiting for the last dregs of caffeine to work its way out of his body so he could finally collapse into ten hours of blessedly uninterrupted sleep. It was as heavy as the sweater he wore, and was covered with ornate, twisting cables that curled themselves into old knots and runes for everything from protection to luck. Cuddling into the leather pillows of the old couch he had gotten fourth, or maybe even fifth hand, he covered himself with the olive green hand knit blanket a friend had given him when he announced he was moving to the states. His eyes crossed with exhaustion, and very bone, joint, and scar on his body ranging from вЂloud complainingвЂ™ to вЂscreaming with painвЂ™, he flopped on his couch, and poured himself a mug of willow bark tea from the pot he had set to steep before entering the steaming shower. If he wasnвЂ™t so damned tired, it mightвЂ™ve crossed his mind to be pissed off. He didnвЂ™t even work for the miserable bastard anymore, and he had the ability to work Robert to utter pieces.

He had just finished a case for House which had somehow resulted in his presence at the hospital for nearly three days straight, and he craved the warmth and comfort of the old clothes. Chase stepped out of the shower, pulling on a worn pair of denims, a soft tee shirt, and a worn FishermanвЂ™s jumper on his body as he shuffled around his tiny flat. Banner Made by the lovely TouchoftheWind Map of the Problematique A Twisting the Hellmouth Holiday Fic-a-Thon Story. This story is meant in no way to make a profit of any kind or infringe on these companies/persons in any way. Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. is property of David Shore, Fox, NBC Studios, and Bad Hat Harry Productions.

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