‘All Mimsy were the Borogoves

‘All Mimsy were the Borogoves.’

AUTHOR: Pythia
RATING: FRT
PAIRING: Just Giles

FEEDBACK: Always appreciated
E-MAIL: pythia@tiscali.co.uk

SUMMARY: Giles is lost.

DISCLAIMER: The Slayer and her Watcher are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Sandollar Productions, Kuzui Enterprises, 20th Century Fox Television and the UPN Television Network. ‘Jabberwocky’ and ‘Alice’ were written by Lewis Carroll. Geoffrey wandered by and took up residence when the story demanded it, and Ari has been delightfully mine for the past two and a bit years. The story is written for the pleasure of the author and readers, and has no lucrative purpose whatsoever. Please do not reproduce this story anywhere without the author's consent.

SPOILERS/TIMELINE: Umm – if I tell you, I’ll give some of the plot away … Somewhere between start of first and end of seventh season, okay?

NOTES: Way back in September 04, Gail published a challenge on ‘Watchergirls’ that said:

Lose Giles. Lets see him lost in as many different ways as possible. You can have others looking for him, but he should be lost and dealing with it on his own. This could involve survival skills, semi-nekkidness :-P even, or interracting with new characters...or even bonding with some kind of animal/pet for company while he's so isolated. It could involve a great deal of action or suspense, if he's in danger, or has to devise an escape or evade the bad guys...whatever. So it can be anything from The Fugitive to Robinson Crusoe, or Giles does Time Tunnel or... ...other ficverses or other dimensions, or he could just be accidentally lost in the wilderness in his own universe, or kidnapped by someone or something unpleasant.

So I did just that. It’s took me a little longer than I expected – and a fair number of those suggestions seem to have ended up in the mix – but hopefully it will all make sense by the time you get to the end of it!

THANKS: to Gail for reading this – and for insisting that Geoffrey gets his cup of tea …

Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.
`Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jujub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!'
He took his vorpal sword in hand: Long time the manxome foe he sought--
So rested he by the Tumtum tree, And stood awhile in thought.
And as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back.
`And has thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Calloh! Callay!' He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.

Lewis Carroll: ‘Alice through the Looking Glass’