Title: Coming of Age
Summary: Just a little lost
scene. Ever wonder what made
Giles decide to tell Buffy
about the Cruciamentum in
Helpless TVs S3. I did and
this is what came of it.
“You can’t do this to her!”
“It is part of my
job as a watcher to do this
to her. It is a tradition
that has been handed down
for centuries.”
Angel glowered. He
crossed his arms over his
chest and directed that
glower at Giles, who stood
in the center of the
library. The watcher fiddled
with his books, clearly
uncomfortable with the look
the vampire was giving him,
or maybe uncomfortable with
the subject matter.
“This test is done
in complete secrecy. I am
surprised you are even aware
of it,” Giles clucked.
“I’m two hundred
and forty three years old.
Knowing everything I
possibly could about a
slayer is how I got to be
two hundred and forty three
years old. You don’t think I
knew exactly when each
current slayer would be at
her most vulnerable. The
council is foolish if they
don’t think every vampire
over a century old knows
about this,” Angel scoffed.
“No matter. The
Cruciamentum is a
traditional test given to
each and every slayer upon
her eighteenth birthday. It
is a sort of coming of age,
if you will,” Giles
reasoned.
“Traditions aren’t
always the best thing. And
these traditions have been
handed down by old men
locked in a stuffy library,
old men who have never spent
more then a few hours with
Bu-a slayer.”
Giles sighed and
removed his glasses. He
cleaned them with his
handkerchief. “Perhaps you
care a bit too much for
Buffy to make such
decisions.”
“And you don’t?”
Angel challenged.
“That is not the point.
There is a practicality, a
reason behind the
Cruciamentum. It isn’t done
as cruel and unusual
punishment.”
“That’s exactly
what it is.” Angel shoved
himself away from the table
to pace the room.
Giles shook his
head. “No, it separates the
good slayers from the great
slayers. It gives a slayer
skills, wits, things she
will need if she is to
continue to be a successful
slayer. Should she fail, it
will make way for a new,
stronger slayer.”
Angel slammed his
hand down on the table hard
enough to crack the wood.
“This is not a slayer we’re
talking about. This is
Buffy. She could die Giles.”
“I-I have full
confidence Buffy will make
it through the test as she
has done everything else,
remarkably.”
“It’s not just the
test we’re talking about!
This is tearing her to
pieces! I’ve been watching
her at school, at home and
she’s hurting so much. I
can’t watch her hurt like
this, Giles,” Angel
confessed.
“I realize it’s
difficult. This isn’t easy
for me either, but we must
see it through. It will all
be over in a day or two,
nothing but a bad memory.”
Angel growled low
in his throat. “Do you
really believe that? Do you
really believe she will ever
get over the memory of the
helpless feeling she has
right now?”
“Of course,” Giles
said.
Angel’s eyes
flashed gold. “Tell me
Rupert, have you gotten over
the helpless feeling of
being tied to chair, of
having Angelus torture you?”
Giles went pale.
Angel shook his head. His
voice was low, apologetic.
“I’m sorry, that was
uncalled for. I-I love her.
I can’t stand to see her in
pain.”
Giles sighed,
still a bit pale. “I don’t
like to see her in pain
either, but there are things
that must be done.”
“You’re raping
her. You are taking away her
power. You’re violating her
in the worst possible way. I
know a few things about rape
and taking away power. I
spent a hundred and fifty
years doing it. What you’re
doing would make Angelus
cackle with glee.”
“Do not ever
compare me to that monster,”
Giles bit.
“Why? Is the
reflection a little too
clear for you?”
“This conversation
is finished. I have a job to
do.”
“You tell her,
Giles. Or I will.” Angel
stalked out of the library.
Buffy was coming by to get
her birthday gift from him
that evening and he still
had to wrap it.