part 2
The search for Rupert Giles would have to wait until after the conference," Jim mused as he drove his truck South on the Highway towards Sunnydale, California. Normally they would have flown but Blair needed the drive. He needed the time to get everything in place in his head and heart. Jim was still cursing Naomi in all the many and varied languages he knew. But at least maybe at the end of this, there would finally be some closure for Blair. At least, Jim Hoped.
They arrived in Sunnydale a few days later and checked into their hotel. Jim kept having the oddest feeling of being watched, and he didn't like the way whatever it was felt. His senses were all on hyper alert as he walked the town that night to get a feel for it.
"What the hell?" he asked himself as he saw the fight. He saw a group fighting an...A thing he remembered Incacha telling him about and he responded, going primal.
He grabbed a piece of metal with a sharp edge and ran at the thing as if he were holding a spear. He saw an older man on the ground whose scent was shockingly familiar but there would be time for that later.
The thing, on seeing Jim, instantly recoiled as he snarled at it and his Spirit Guide suddenly appeared at his side and roared. The Thing ran. Jim turned his attention to the man on the ground and looked at him for a long, confused moment before it finally clicked.
"Your name wouldn't happen to be Rupert Giles now, would it?" he asked.
"Uh...yes, yes it is," the man said with a pronounced British Accent.
"Bite me, Naomi," Jim muttered. Louder he said, "Good, your son by Naomi Sandburg would really like to meet you."
"S-son?" the man stuttered. "N-Naomi? Oh...Dear Lord."
And he promptly passed out.
"Is he okay?" Jim asked as he caught the man before he hit the ground.
"Yeah," a boy with dark hair and eyes said, as he watched Jim like a hawk. "He hit his head during that fight. He really has a son?"
"Yes, he does. That he was never told of. Nor was his son told about him before last week when his mother the bitch decided to rip his heart out with this information. We were going to look for him anyway and this police conference came up and here we are. So, when will he wake up?"
"Give him a minute," the boy said. This takes time. He hasn't been hit that hard in awhile. Yep, here he comes. Hey, G-man, that was a rough knock."
"Oh, I dare say it was," the British man he'd confirmed was Rupert Giles said. "And the shock after that was just as big. Is my son near?"
"Yeah, he is," Jim, said. "Come on if you think you can handle meeting him tonight. I'll take you to him."
"Thanks," the man said as he got to his feet. The group followed him to the hotel where Jim saw his partner waiting.
"Hey chief," he said. "I was walking around town and I sort of found what we were looking for. Uh, Blair, this is Rupert Giles."
"Uh...hallo," Giles stammered. He looked at Blair uncertain as to what ws going to happen when the younger man suddenly launched himself into Giles' arms. Giles staggered slightly and Jim stabilized him.
"Hey, you're bleeding," Jim, said.
Giles shrugged. "Par for the course. Hallo Blair is it? I'm very pleased to meet you."
And then Jim reacted, catching Giles as he seemed to lose consciousness again.
"Damn," the boy said. "Guess it will be the hospital tonight. I didn't realize he was bleeding. Here, give him to him. I'll get him there."