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After the Other's arrival and subsequent defeat.

A weary Watcher collapsed back in his seat. Flashbacks to the past, facing Ethan, his once friend turned enemy.
His regret. No more.
He did as he had to, what must be done for the good of all.
But now it was over. It was finished.
This called for some celebrating.
And perhaps some reflection.

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Giles listened quietly, mentally going over what he knew of fairies. It was woefully understated compared with he knew of beings of darkness.

"I do not. But right now, you are in Milliways, the bar and restaurant of the end of the universe."

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"Milliways" he repeated slowly, looking around. "This probably where I shoudl stay then...I would be lost elsewhere"

He looked up, eyes a deep, drowning blue as he asked in perfect innocence "Are you lost to?"

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Giles nodded, "Bar tends to choose who might need to come here for whatever their reasons."

He contemplated that thoughtfully, remembering the not!Ethan's mocking face.

A small smile appeared on his face, "Not anymore."

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"I was born here" he stated simply, fingers tracing idle patterns upon the table top.

"My brothers and sisters aren't like me, they stayed by the creator...I'm sorry I hit you" he apologized belatedly.

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Giles replied, "It is all right. A bit jarring with what had just transpired."
He seemed very tired.

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He stands, wings carefully held out of the way of his legs as he steps across the table top, small, three fingered hands rising to rest upon Gile's larger hand. "It wans't my intention...you've had a shock this night....that turned out well in the end..."

He offered a smile, green and comforting strength pouring into the larger man's hand from the contact.

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Giles noticed, feeling new strength flooding through him. The familiar touch of magic.

"My humblest thanks." He bowed his head a little toward the being.

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"My pleasure" the little fae assured, seeming to gain confidence and strength with each breath.

"Go rest and relax, rejoice" he suggested gently. "And I thank you"

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Giles nodded, and gathered up his materials around the being carefully.

"Good night then, safe journies, and pleasent dreams."

He then headed up to his room to sleep.