The silliest thing about this isn't the Fic - it's the picture that inspired it ...
Title: No Faith, a New Hope, and it’s all for Charity.
Summary: Not so long ago, in a Galaxy pretty damn close to our own …
Timeframe: BTVS - Post ‘Chosen’
Spoilers: Clone Wars. Possibly.
Pairings: None (Although there’s a vague hint of Giles/Andrew if you look really, really hard …)
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of them – Buffy and the gang belong to Joss and the Star Wars universe to George.
Note to self: traffic jams on the M1 are very, very boring places to be …
“I can’t believe Andrew actually talked us into doing this,” Buffy complained, trying not to tread on the hem of her dress. Willow fought down a smirk and tried to look sympathetic instead.
“It is for charity, Buffy. Well – raising funds to support all these new Slayers. Which is charity, ‘cos Giles got the new Council registered as a charitable foundation, remember?”
“Charity, Slayers, right,” Buffy muttered, frowning at the costumed figures beginning to arrive at their grand ‘event’. “But did we have to let Andrew pick the theme? And how come I end up as the Queen and you get away with being a handmaiden?”
“We didn’t let him, we drew straws – and you were the one suggesting Dawn help him assign characters. So you’ve only yourself to blame.”
“Hey, Buff,” Xander grinned, arriving in front of them with a swagger. “Looking good, girl. You too, Will.” He made Captain Typho’s costume look dashing, his normal eye-patch replaced with a mock high tech one for the night. Buffy smiled at him, relieved by his reaction to her outfit. She was equally relieved by Dawn’s grin, which was pleased, rather than mocking. Her sister was dressed as another of the handmaidens – as was Kennedy and a couple of the other Slayers out mingling with the crowd. “Told you this was going to be fun.”
“It’s a costume party, Xander.” Buffy rolled her eyes at him. “We don’t have a good track record with costume parties.”
“Or halloween,” Willow added brightly. Then her eyes went wide. “Oh, goddess. It is halloween. You don’t think …”
“Nah,” Xander dismissed airily, grinning as Robin Wood arrived, Kennedy and a tray of drinks in tow. Robin was one of the evening’s Jedis, having claimed the role of Mace Windu without hesitation. “Nothing’s going to happen tonight Will – besides, if people do start turning into their costumes, we’ll have a load of kick-ass Jedi around to deal with any trouble.”
“Amen to that,” Robin laughed, handing Dawn her drink. “Have you seen Andrew yet? He actually looks the part. Spookily so.”
“I caught a glimpse,” Dawn said, nodding an agreement. “He looked pretty good. But don’t tell him I said so.”
“Andrew as Anakin?” Buffy snorted. “A true fanboy’s dream. He probably thinks he can really use the Force.”
“If he talked Giles into his costume, I’ll believe it,” Xander grinned. “I kinda feel sorry for the G-man. He’s so not pop-culture reference guy. And Star Wars? He’s gonna be way out of his depth.”
“Way, way out,” Buffy started to agree – then trailed off, her mouth dropping open. There was a pair of Jedi walking towards her. The younger one, a step ahead of his mentor, was Andrew, his costume rendering him – as Robin had said – into a spooky clone of Anakin Skywalker, right down to the boots and the belt and the tousle of blond hair. But behind him … behind him strode Obi-Wan Kenobi, looking every inch the Jedi master, from the sweeping hem of his robe right up to the trim line of his beard and beyond.
“Oh, sweet goddess,” Willow murmured. “Is that Giles?”
“I believe in the power of the Force,” Xander was murmuring in shock. “I believe in the power of the Force …”
“Hey everybody!” Andrew’s Anakin impression was slightly spoiled by the giddy grin that he adopted as soon as he got a good look at the gathered Scoobies. “This is all so cool.”
“Calm your emotions, my Padawn.” Giles’ accent added a plummy authenticity to his own disguise. “A Jedi maintains control at all times.”
Andrew’s grin actually grew wider at that, but he schooled his face into suitable control as he turned and gave the required nod of acknowledgement. “Of course, Master.”
“I’m pleased to see you’ve all entered into the spirit of things,” Giles said, nobly ignoring Willow’s sudden stranded fish impression. “However,” he added, dropping into a thoughtful frown as he realised Robin Wood was currently alone. “I find your lack of Faith … disturbing.”
There was a stunned silence. Then Andrew giggled, Robin snorted and Dawn nearly choked on her drink. Buffy, Willow and Xander exchanged a look of total disbelief.
“No, no.” Xander stepped up to the plate, waving his hands to capture appropriate attention. “No. No way. Giles – I can get he might have persuaded you into the costume, and maybe he sat you down and force fed you the movies for hours on end, but if you’re a card carrying, quote uttering fan, then I’m in the wrong universe, and … oh, hell, it is Halloween, isn’t it …”
Giles chuckled softly, sharing a momentary grin with Andrew, who was looking oddly smug. “Xander,” he said softly, “I may occasionally be … confused when you employ one of your more … modern references, but I am not as old you seem to think I am. I am entirely familiar with the Star Wars phenomena. In fact, I was more or less your age when I first became acquainted with it.”
“You’ve seen Star Wars?” Buffy couldn’t keep the note of incredulity from her voice. Giles sighed. Patiently.
“I have. At the Odeon in Leicester Square as it happens. When it was initially released.”
Andrew was practically giggling. “Tell them how many times,” he smirked. Giles sighed a second time.
“At least seven,” he admitted, then winced with quiet embarrassment. “That first week …”
Xander’s mouth was hanging open. “You … you …”
“I think you broke him,” Dawn observed thoughtfully.
“I believe you’re right.” Giles didn’t sound too upset at the thought. “I’m sure he’ll get over it. Come along, everyone. We have money to raise. Mingle, network, press flesh … hands, Andrew, nothing more, thank you. Sign our guests up, get their pledges, encourage their contributions. Every penny will count. Remember …” He paused for effect, a slightly wicked smile curling beneath his temporary beard. “The force will be with you. Always.”
Hidden among the shadows in the balcony above them, a slenderly built figure draped in Sith-like black smiled a far more wicked smile. “Oh, Ripper,” he breathed, his fingers twisting to loose a ripple of power that spread out across the entire room. “You never said a truer word …”
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