TITLE: Fleeting Glimpses
AUTHOR: Ragna (writinggoddess@aol.com)
SPOILERS/CLASSIFICATION: Giles/Oz, Season 3 BtVS
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Youth was fleeting, and no one knew that better then Giles. Every time his head ached from another concussion or his body ached from training with Buffy, he knew down to his bones that he was getting older.

But fleeting glimpses, glimpses he found he was needing more and more to get through the day…well, those fleeting glimpses were his saving grace.

He would watch Daniel Osbourne every day, without fail, and fantasize on being that young again, and on what he would do with young Mr. Osbourne if he were that young again.

Those fleeting glimpses were Giles’ addiction.