BtVS: Bonfire Night (5/?)
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alixtiiTitle: Bonfire Night (5/?)
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters: Dawn/Giles, Madelyn
Rating: PG
Summary/Notes: A family celebrates a British holiday and suffers an attack of British poetry. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
karabair. This fic involves Eliot's poem "The Hollow Men." You can find it here.
First part can be found here.
Second part can be found here.
Third part can be found here.
Fourth part can be found here.
Bath, England—November 5, 2019
Remember, remember the fifth of November, gunpowder, treason, and plot,
I see no reason why gunpowder treason should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, 'twas his intent to blow up the King and the Parliament.
Giles re-entered the room.
“Did they know anything?”
Giles nods, his face somber. “They performed the detection spell. The focus of the astral energies is . . . Bath, England.”
A shadow passed over Dawn’s face. “Here.”
“They suggested we attempted to further pinpoint the precise location from here.”
Dawn nodded. “I’ll get the Tanaka powder. The Cloutier trance?”
“Dawn, it’s precisely Madelyn’s extra sensitivity to mystical currents that rendered her suspectible to this, whatever it is.”
“I know it’s dangerous, Rupert. But Madelyn is Buffy’s daughter. We can’t stand back and do nothing while—”
Giles nodded. “Which is precisely why I’m going to be the one going under.”
“This is my responsibility.”
“Madelyn’s my niece as well, Dawn. Unless you don’t think I meant it when I said our vows?”
“You can’t just make this decision for me,” Dawn said.
“I’m not. But the Council needs you more. I’m old; I’m expendable.”
“You’re not expendable to me.”
“You have how many references in the Tradescan Codex?” When he saw the look of determination collapse on Dawn’s face, he knew he had won. Dawn’s destiny was too important to put at risk, because if the Codex could be trusted, it was so closely intertwined with Madelyn's.
Three score barrels of powder below,
Poor old England to overthrow:
By God's providence he was catch'd
With a dark lantern and burning match.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, make the bells ring.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!
Hip hip hoorah!
TBC. . . . here
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters: Dawn/Giles, Madelyn
Rating: PG
Summary/Notes: A family celebrates a British holiday and suffers an attack of British poetry. For
karabair. This fic involves Eliot's poem "The Hollow Men." You can find it here.First part can be found here.
Second part can be found here.
Third part can be found here.
Fourth part can be found here.
Bath, England—November 5, 2019
I see no reason why gunpowder treason should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, 'twas his intent to blow up the King and the Parliament.
Giles re-entered the room.
“Did they know anything?”
Giles nods, his face somber. “They performed the detection spell. The focus of the astral energies is . . . Bath, England.”
A shadow passed over Dawn’s face. “Here.”
“They suggested we attempted to further pinpoint the precise location from here.”
Dawn nodded. “I’ll get the Tanaka powder. The Cloutier trance?”
“Dawn, it’s precisely Madelyn’s extra sensitivity to mystical currents that rendered her suspectible to this, whatever it is.”
“I know it’s dangerous, Rupert. But Madelyn is Buffy’s daughter. We can’t stand back and do nothing while—”
Giles nodded. “Which is precisely why I’m going to be the one going under.”
“This is my responsibility.”
“Madelyn’s my niece as well, Dawn. Unless you don’t think I meant it when I said our vows?”
“You can’t just make this decision for me,” Dawn said.
“I’m not. But the Council needs you more. I’m old; I’m expendable.”
“You’re not expendable to me.”
“You have how many references in the Tradescan Codex?” When he saw the look of determination collapse on Dawn’s face, he knew he had won. Dawn’s destiny was too important to put at risk, because if the Codex could be trusted, it was so closely intertwined with Madelyn's.
Poor old England to overthrow:
By God's providence he was catch'd
With a dark lantern and burning match.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, make the bells ring.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!
Hip hip hoorah!
TBC. . . . here
