A/N: Okay, I said I'd try anything once. So here's my first song fic. Don't laugh. It's Xander thinking about life as he's looking at a hole in the ground that was formerly known as Sunnydale. The song is Good Charlotte's "Movin' On". I've always loved the song. It gets me all hyped up. I love the fact that it's like the only CD that I have that ends with an up beat song instead of a slow one. But any way I pulled it out the CD one night not too long ago, listened to it, and these words stared flowing in my head as if Xander were telling them to me as the music played. Don't call the people who own the padded rooms, it was late at night and my mind does weird things then. I guess I need to shut up now.
Disclaimer: Yes, I am filthy rich off of Buffy and this song. Yeah, right. Maybe in some other universe. Right now, I'm very poor with only this computer to my name. Don't sue. This computer is my life.
THIS IS . . .
Xander couldn't believe it. It was the gone. The hellmouth was gone. And so was Anya. He sighed. He had given her up, but he still loved her. He would always love her. Giles put a hand on Xander's shoulder to tell him they should be going soon.
Xander guess that one of the potentials had figured out how to work the radio. He heard the static. At least there would be something to listen to on their trip to -where? Xander wondered where they would go. Sunnydale was their home. He could never go home now. He heard a familiar beat. He tuned his ears to the radio. Ah, yes, good old Good Charlotte. May not be country, but speak to me anyway, Xander implored inside his own head.
When I think about my life
I wonder if I will survive
To live to see 25
or will I just fall?
Isn't that the truth?
Like all my friends
They just keep dying
Jesse, Ms. Calender, Joyce, Buffy, and now Anya.
People round me always crying
The crying never really ended.
In this place that I like to call my home
Well, I did call the Hellmouth "home".
Not everybody knows that everybody goes to a better place
Buffy had to come back and tell us that one.
Not everybody knows that everybody could be living their last days
For seven years, without fail
But the hard times will come and
We'll keep movin' on
We're movin' up
Keep movin' on
That seems oddly familiar
Life
Can you really call it that?
Hope
All I have left
Truth
Rarely do I hear it
Trust
Broken often
Faith
Something I try to keep
Pride
My better quality
Love
A good notion
Lust
Nice to give into
On without the things we've lost
So many people, all my possessions, my home town.
The things we've gained will take with us.
New friends, the slayers in training (wait, they're slayers now), and this bus.
And all I've got are these two hands
To make myself a better man
I may not be a better man, but I have made some damn nice weapon chests.
I wonder if I'll ever see the end of this
Did Giles just say something about another Hellmouth?
With all this rain it just keeps falling
On my head and now I'm calling
Out to someone to help me make it through
It's not rain. It's tears, but I've got the gang to call on.
Not everybody knows that everybody goes to a better place
But I know they do!
Not everybody knows that everybody could be livin' their last days
But I know. I've always known and helped to stop it. Just like today.
But the hard times will come and we'll keep movin' on
We're movin' up
Keep movin' on
That's all we really can do.
Life
Is a strange thing.
Hope
Still holding on to it.
Truth
I've heard it more often.
Trust
Slowly rebuilding.
Faith
Spike finally died, right?
Pride
Something to be avoided.
Love
The greatest thing.
Lust
Controllable
Pain
Still there.
Hate
I try not to do it.
Lies
Are sometimes hard to see
Guilt
Something I can't out run
Laugh
Hard to do
Cry
Hard not to do
Live
Hard to do on a hellmouth
Die
Hard not to do on a hellmouth
Some friends become enemies
Jesse, Angel (well, he never really was my friend), and Faith
Some friends become your family
Buffy, Willow, Giles, Dawn
Make the best with what your given
I always try
This ain't dying
This is living!
Are you sure?
Said we're movin' on
And we've got nothing to prove
To anyone 'cause we'll get through
Yeah, we do have a tendency to do that
We're movin' on and on and on and on . . .
Keep movin' on
We always do.
Life
Not so bad, I guess
Hope
Tested, tried, and still alive
Truth
Is found in time
Trust
Those you love
Faith
A good friend of mine
Pride
Something I try to ignore
Love
Is here with my family
Lust
Not fulfilling
Pain
I am dealing
Hate
Evil things
Lies
Can be forgiven
Guilt
Something I'll learn to live with
Laugh
I want to
Cry
I don't want to
Live
I want to
Die
I don't want to
Some friends become enemies
Some friend become your family
More true than anyone will ever realize
Make the best with what your given
Even if it's a school bus!
This ain't dying
No, it's really not.
This is living!!!
This is living!!!
Xander looked at the hole that once contained his whole world. A grin found it's way onto his face. The grin became a smile which was soon followed by laughter. He had survived death, again. Xander Harris turned his back on the life he knew. He figured it was finally time to move on and move on he would.
"Yeah, we're movin' on. This ain't dying. This, well, this is living," Xander told himself as he boarded the bus without even a final look back at the hellmouth he once called home.