Title: A Dream Come True
Author: Gileswench
Contact: gileswench@yahoo.com
Date: 7/2/02
Spoilers: Through The Wish, though this is future fic.
Summary: Buffy has always had prophetic dreams...some are just odder than others.
Rating: PG13, but only because of one truly twisted line
Pairing: Buffy/Giles
Category: sillyfic
Distribution: If you've had my permission in the past, you have it now. All others, ask and ye shall receive.
Feedback: Constructive criticism always welcome. Praise abjectly sought.

Disclaimer: It all belongs to Joss, Mutant Enemy, etc., etc., etc. I just let them have all the fun Joss won't. I own nothing except my twisted mind which you really don't want. Please don't sue.

Notes: This comes to you courtesy of Collie's Gloveslap #121 on You Got The Stones?, which reads as follows: "Just a short little 'slap that could only go out to the great Wenchy ;) I was watching 'Surprise' the other night, and the scene between Buffy and Angel, after Buffy had had her dream about Drusilla dusting Angel, brought to mind this 'slap for you:

Angel: Not every dream you have comes true. I mean, what else did you dream last night? Can you remember?

Buffy: (looks down) I dreamt... I dreamt that Giles and I opened an office supply warehouse in Vegas.

After watching that, it suddenly occurred to me what a fabulous little Gloveslap that would make for you. Just a short little future-fic about Buffy finally getting the chance to retire, and moving to Las Vegas with Giles to open an office supplies warehouse. Teehee ;) So, slap!"

Dedication: To Collie, who has made if possible for me to share my deranged imagination with so many. Out of consideration for your time and patience, I even kept it short, this time. The schmoop factor, OTOH, is off the charts.

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Buffy paused as she placed another ream of computer paper on the shelf.

"Huh," she said.

Giles looked at her quizzically.

"What is it, Buffy?" he asked, barely pausing as he stocked the paper clips.

"Nothing, really. It's just..." she shook her head and went back to shelving paper.

Giles moved to her side and placed his hands on her shoulders.

"You can tell me, you know. I want to know what's going on in that inimitable brain of yours. Or is it...?"

His hand drifted lower to the swell of her belly.

"Everything's A-okay in there," she smiled. "No problems with the sprout. Ooh, look. We're out of three by five index cards."

"We're not out. We have plenty more in the back. So if it's nothing about the baby, what is it? Did Dawn say something I should know about when she called earlier?"

"Nah, Spike's still behaving himself, and no huge demonic threats have shown up in good old Sunnydale."

"Please tell me she didn't find any signs of demonic activity here in Las Vegas."

"It's just Vegas, sweetie, and no. Unless you count the continued popularity of Elvis impersonators and the Liberace Museum."

"Then what is it?"

"It's just...do you remember my seventeenth birthday?"

"I thought we'd agreed never to speak of that again."

"Your wedding present to me, as I recall. Almost as nice as that gold watch the Council sent me when they finally let me retire. But I can't tell you what's going on in my head without talking about it."

Giles sighed and leaned against a shelf.

"All right, then. Tell me. What about your seventeenth birthday?"

"Well, I had this dream that Drusilla killed Angel, right?"

"I remember."

"Yeah, and when I talked to Angel about it, he asked me what else I'd dreamed that night and if I thought it would come true."

"What else had you dreamed?"

"This. You, me, Vegas, office supplies. Running out of index cards and everything."

"Really?" Giles asked, intrigued. "What about marrying me? Retiring? The baby?"

"Every last bit of it."

She turned to him and put her arms around his waist.

"And there was something else I dreamed," she confessed to his shirtfront.

"What might that be?"

She leaned up and whispered in his ear. He blushed beet red and gave her a hard kiss.

"Hang on a bit, love," he told her as he moved to the front of the store.

"Anya?" Giles called.

"Yes?"

"Could you close the store and go home now?"

"Whatever you say. You're the boss."

Anya proceeded to do just that as Buffy watched in amusement.

"Now I know why you insisted on bringing her along," she said. "Come on, office supply guy. Let's see what we can do with some rubber bands, a three-column ledger, and some Magic Markers."

Buffy took Giles by his tie and led him into the storeroom.

She made another dream come true that night.