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ashthedrabbleDinner with the Prime Minister
Author: Lilithangel
Email: abchainey@xtra.co.nz
Website: www.livejournal.com/users/lilithbint
Fandom: Xover BtVS/Little Britain
Genre: humour, mild slashy overtones
Warning: see above
Rating: G/Teen
Characters: Giles, Sebastian, Michael
Disclaimer: if they were mine I would rule the world, sadly all I own is one long suffering husband.
Summary: Giles met the Prime Minister and now they are going to have dinner together. Sebastian is not pleased. Set after ‘Meeting the Prime Minister.’ This community started it so I am blaming you...
A discreet black car pulled up to Giles’ apartment exactly at seven o’clock. Giles had been ready for over an hour after changing his clothes three times.
He had been appalled to see just how many of his clothes were tweed. He had no idea when he had turned completely into a librarian.
He finally settled on the one suit he owned that didn’t have leather patches on the elbows. He then proceeded to pace the floor of his small flat trying not to look out of the window every second minute.
His time on the hellmouth had honed his observation skills so he did notice the baby blue beetle parked outside his building, but his nerves were so tight it barely registered.
“Rupert,” Michael smiled as the driver opened the door to let Giles in, “so good to see you again.”
“You too, Michael.” Giles sat down awkwardly next to Michael.
“I hope you like Italian, We’re booked into my favourite bistro,” Michael smiled again.
“Sounds wonderful,” Giles said smiling in return.
As they entered the restaurant Giles noted absently that the same baby blue beetle was parked across the street.
Sipping on pre-dinner cocktails they started to find out more about each other leaning across the candlelit table in mirror image. Hands almost touching where they relaxed grey eyes crinkled in humour as they both ordered the same thing for entrées.
“Oh my god, what a coincidence,” a voice broke the connection between them, “here I was just fancying a quick bite to eat and here you two are.” Sebastian pulled up a chair and sat next to the Prime Minister.
“Sebastian,” Michael blinked, “didn’t you book the table for me?”
“Did I?” Sebastian pursed his lips slightly in thought, “well so I did. Imagine me forgetting that.” He glared at Giles.
“Good heavens it is dark here, how can you possibly see anything?” Sebastian placed a large candelabra onto the table and lit the candles effectively blocking Michael’s view of Giles.
“Your usual Prime Minister?” Sebastian said.
“Actually Rupert and I had decided to try the scallop fettuccini,” Michael replied.
“Well,” Sebastian huffed sending another glare in Giles’ direction, “we are trying all sorts of new things tonight aren’t we?”
Blinking, Michael moved the candelabra off to one side and smiled at Giles.
A waiter arrived with a fruit encrusted cocktail for Sebastian. Sebastian twirled the little umbrella around and with a glare at Giles stabbed one of the cherries. Looking at the Prime Minister he sucked the cherry with enthusiasm before swallowing it.
Michael looked at him oddly and then returned his attention to Giles. They began to continue their interrupted discussion when a hand flailed out and knocked a glass of water into Giles’ lap.
Giles leapt to his feet with a cry of dismay.
“I am so sorry,” Sebastian said. He dabbed a cloth roughly at Giles’ crotch.
Michael snatched it off Sebastian and gently dabbed it over the wet patch much to Giles’ embarrassment.
“Sebastian,” Michael said sternly, “I think it is time you left.”
“Yes… but…” Sebastian was silenced by the Prime Minister raising a hand at every word, “but…”
“Just go,” Michael said.
Sebastian sulked away keeping his head twisted around to watch the table stopping several times to look at the Prime Minister beseechingly.
Sebastian finally left the restaurant only to appear pressed up against the window watching as Michael apologised again to Giles.
Ignoring the thin blond man plastered to the glass Michael and Giles sat back down as the waiter cleared away the disaster Sebastian had made.
Two policemen peeled Sebastian off the window and attempted to escort him away. Sebastian’s lips were moving frantically as he scolded the police and his hands flailed at them ineffectually.
The baby blue beetle swerved off the road and hit a lamp post when the car did not drop Giles off at his apartment but instead continued on to Number 10.
THE END
Author: Lilithangel
Email: abchainey@xtra.co.nz
Website: www.livejournal.com/users/lilithbint
Fandom: Xover BtVS/Little Britain
Genre: humour, mild slashy overtones
Warning: see above
Rating: G/Teen
Characters: Giles, Sebastian, Michael
Disclaimer: if they were mine I would rule the world, sadly all I own is one long suffering husband.
Summary: Giles met the Prime Minister and now they are going to have dinner together. Sebastian is not pleased. Set after ‘Meeting the Prime Minister.’ This community started it so I am blaming you...
A discreet black car pulled up to Giles’ apartment exactly at seven o’clock. Giles had been ready for over an hour after changing his clothes three times.
He had been appalled to see just how many of his clothes were tweed. He had no idea when he had turned completely into a librarian.
He finally settled on the one suit he owned that didn’t have leather patches on the elbows. He then proceeded to pace the floor of his small flat trying not to look out of the window every second minute.
His time on the hellmouth had honed his observation skills so he did notice the baby blue beetle parked outside his building, but his nerves were so tight it barely registered.
“Rupert,” Michael smiled as the driver opened the door to let Giles in, “so good to see you again.”
“You too, Michael.” Giles sat down awkwardly next to Michael.
“I hope you like Italian, We’re booked into my favourite bistro,” Michael smiled again.
“Sounds wonderful,” Giles said smiling in return.
As they entered the restaurant Giles noted absently that the same baby blue beetle was parked across the street.
Sipping on pre-dinner cocktails they started to find out more about each other leaning across the candlelit table in mirror image. Hands almost touching where they relaxed grey eyes crinkled in humour as they both ordered the same thing for entrées.
“Oh my god, what a coincidence,” a voice broke the connection between them, “here I was just fancying a quick bite to eat and here you two are.” Sebastian pulled up a chair and sat next to the Prime Minister.
“Sebastian,” Michael blinked, “didn’t you book the table for me?”
“Did I?” Sebastian pursed his lips slightly in thought, “well so I did. Imagine me forgetting that.” He glared at Giles.
“Good heavens it is dark here, how can you possibly see anything?” Sebastian placed a large candelabra onto the table and lit the candles effectively blocking Michael’s view of Giles.
“Your usual Prime Minister?” Sebastian said.
“Actually Rupert and I had decided to try the scallop fettuccini,” Michael replied.
“Well,” Sebastian huffed sending another glare in Giles’ direction, “we are trying all sorts of new things tonight aren’t we?”
Blinking, Michael moved the candelabra off to one side and smiled at Giles.
A waiter arrived with a fruit encrusted cocktail for Sebastian. Sebastian twirled the little umbrella around and with a glare at Giles stabbed one of the cherries. Looking at the Prime Minister he sucked the cherry with enthusiasm before swallowing it.
Michael looked at him oddly and then returned his attention to Giles. They began to continue their interrupted discussion when a hand flailed out and knocked a glass of water into Giles’ lap.
Giles leapt to his feet with a cry of dismay.
“I am so sorry,” Sebastian said. He dabbed a cloth roughly at Giles’ crotch.
Michael snatched it off Sebastian and gently dabbed it over the wet patch much to Giles’ embarrassment.
“Sebastian,” Michael said sternly, “I think it is time you left.”
“Yes… but…” Sebastian was silenced by the Prime Minister raising a hand at every word, “but…”
“Just go,” Michael said.
Sebastian sulked away keeping his head twisted around to watch the table stopping several times to look at the Prime Minister beseechingly.
Sebastian finally left the restaurant only to appear pressed up against the window watching as Michael apologised again to Giles.
Ignoring the thin blond man plastered to the glass Michael and Giles sat back down as the waiter cleared away the disaster Sebastian had made.
Two policemen peeled Sebastian off the window and attempted to escort him away. Sebastian’s lips were moving frantically as he scolded the police and his hands flailed at them ineffectually.
The baby blue beetle swerved off the road and hit a lamp post when the car did not drop Giles off at his apartment but instead continued on to Number 10.
THE END
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