Title: The Slayerette's Plea 
Title: The Slayerette's Plea
By: Danii
Summary: Xander writes a poem.
Disclaimer: I own no one. Don't sue.
Distribution: Take it. Put my name on it. Tell me where it is.
Rating: G-PG
Ships: B/X
Note: This is a conversion of a poem that I wrote used in this fic.
 
And now:
 
Xander sat down at the desk. With his finger, he fluttered between the pages of the notebook in front of him, while the other hand held a pencil that he was at this moment chewing on. He wanted to write. He wanted to write something to Buffy…something to convince her that he deserved a chance, while still being realistic. He struggled with many ideas, and then it came to him, and he began to write…
 
Money and jewelry and riches to give
Those I cannot claim to
And should you choose to turn me down
I certainly wouldn't blame you. 
 
But do not quickly turn away
Please hear my loving plea
For while I'm but a poor Slayerette
You'll find no love like me… 
 
I may not have a power,
I can't kill things with my mind
But I'll try my best, then bandage you up
With hands loving and kind...
 
I will not try to judge you
All I'll do is help you through
And even if I screw it up
I'll support you, whatever you do...
 
I won't baulk at you hunting demons
I know and love you just as is
I won't freak at you staking vampires
Cause I know that it's your biz...
 
Our lives, they won't be normal
I know it and don't care
If that's what I must do to be with you, Buffy
I'll gladly fight my share.
 
We will not live in a mansion
And we'll be driving my Uncle Rory's car,
But Sunnydale's a small town
And most places aren't far. 
 
And our home, though strange and poor,
Will be a home of caring
With books, weaponry, first aid kits,
And hearts not shy, but sharing. 
 
I'm offering not money,
But simple, happy love…
A smile to greet you every day
And a kiss soft as a dove 
 
Two arms to hold you to me
And a warmth within our bed
For know that I will love you till
The day that I am dead… 
 
And afterwards, after my sad death
(not like a vampire I swear!)
Instead we'll meet in Heaven,
Where more happiness we'll share.
 
Then shall we know the peace
That we missed during our lives
The silver moon, the jeweled night sky,
Those we'll share for all of time…

It was then that Xander looked up from his page for a breather. In and out, they calmed him down from the strange fervor that had taken him over while he wrote. Then he looked down at what he had written; his feelings and emotions converted to words on a page in the form of a poem.

He looked at it long and hard, at the heartfelt words that lay upon the page of notebook paper. His heart and soul on that paper. His feelings. Everything he felt about Buffy Summers that could ever be explained to anyone else.

Then he grabbed the sheet of paper, ripped it out of the notebook, and tossed it.

The End