TITLE: OLP Series
AUTHOR: Love's Bitch, a.k.a. Kristin L.M.
DISCLAIMER: Credit where credit is due, Joss is God, Grr Argh, etc. I only **wish** Spike were mine. All songs and lyrics belong to Raine Maida and the rest of Our Lady Peace.
DISTRIBUTION: If you like it that much, you are my new best friend! Just let me know where it's going.
RATING: PG
SPOILERS: All of Season 5
FEEDBACK: Better than drugs! Will you help feed my addiction?
SUMMARY: This is a Series Songfic, based on the songs of the Canadian band, Our Lady Peace. The idea is that throughout S.5, all of the Scoobies hear an OLP song at one point or another and really connect with it. Some parts are pretty short. What can I say? I got inspired at a recent concert…this is the result.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Thanks to Richess, SpikeLover, and Maladetto Lupo for beta'ing. You guys rock.
Strength
Part 1 (of 7) - Joyce and Buffy
Post Shadow
Buffy sat in her mother's hospital room, watching her sleep. A schoolbook lay open on her lap, her homework forgotten, and her portable CD player playing softly. She began to wonder how she had gotten here. Buffy, The Vampire Slayer, Saviour of Sunnydale and beyond, Executioner of Demons and Protector of Puppies, and here she sat.
Helpless.
Because this time the assailant wasn't a vampire which could be quickly dispatched with a small pointed stick. It wasn't a mystery that needed solving, a prophecy that needed decoding. No research was going to help. No matter how many axes or how many bottles of holy water, there was nothing she could do.
And she hated it.
And she didn't understand. How could the Powers That Be, be so cruel? She had saved the world countless times, so they decide to put her mother in mortal danger? She tried to remind herself that it wasn't mortal danger. This was an operable tumour and her mother would be home and happy before any of them knew it. But something inside Buffy told her that the threat was fatal, and that she should cherish her time with her mother, while she had it.
The song switched over on the mixed CD Xander had made for her, and the song "Thief," by Our Lady Peace came on. Buffy listened in silence, still studying her mother's peaceful features.
**I don't want to understand…this horror
There's a weight in your eyes…that I can't admit
Everybody ends up here…in bottles
But the name tags the last thing…you wanted
As the world explodes…we fall out of it
But we can't let go because this
Will not go away
And I can't see that thief that lives inside of your head
But I can be some courage at the side of your bed
I don't know what's happening and I won't pretend
But I can be your...be your…I'm here…
Someone help us understand…who ordered
This disgusting arrangement…with time and the end
I don't want to hear who walked on water
Because the hallways are empty…the clocks tick
As the world explodes…we fall out of it
But we can't let go because this
Will not go away
And I can't see that thief that lives inside of your head
But I can be some courage at the side of your bed
I don't know what's happening and I can't pretend
It's a long, long getaway…it's a long, long getaway…
To make it home again… **
As the song finished, Buffy noticed a few tears on her cheeks. She quickly wiped them away and went to sit at her mother's side. At the shift in weight on the bed, Joyce stirred. When she opened her tired eyes and saw Buffy's face looking down on her, she smiled.
"Hey, sweetheart." She noticed the wetness around her daughter's eyes, and reached up to brush her cheek. "Now, don't do that. You know it's going to be okay."
The Slayer paused, wanting to say so much, but also needing to be strong for her mother. "Mom…I…I'm scared." Another tear fell from her eye. "I know I have to be strong for you and Dawnie, but I'm so afraid of losing you."
Joyce's sad smile brightened a little at the intensity of her daughter's love, and through a tightened throat she comforted her daughter. "Buffy, you don't have to be strong for us. We're Summers women. We are all strong…for each other." She opened her arms and the two women hugged, both shedding a few tears, both comforted by the other's strength, as well as the other's love.
But, both still thinking of the thief.
AUTHOR: Love's Bitch, a.k.a. Kristin L.M.
DISCLAIMER: Credit where credit is due, Joss is God, Grr Argh, etc. I only **wish** Spike were mine. All songs and lyrics belong to Raine Maida and the rest of Our Lady Peace.
DISTRIBUTION: If you like it that much, you are my new best friend! Just let me know where it's going.
RATING: PG
SPOILERS: All of Season 5
FEEDBACK: Better than drugs! Will you help feed my addiction?
SUMMARY: This is a Series Songfic, based on the songs of the Canadian band, Our Lady Peace. The idea is that throughout S.5, all of the Scoobies hear an OLP song at one point or another and really connect with it. Some parts are pretty short. What can I say? I got inspired at a recent concert…this is the result.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Thanks to Richess, SpikeLover, and Maladetto Lupo for beta'ing. You guys rock.
Strength
Part 1 (of 7) - Joyce and Buffy
Post Shadow
Buffy sat in her mother's hospital room, watching her sleep. A schoolbook lay open on her lap, her homework forgotten, and her portable CD player playing softly. She began to wonder how she had gotten here. Buffy, The Vampire Slayer, Saviour of Sunnydale and beyond, Executioner of Demons and Protector of Puppies, and here she sat.
Helpless.
Because this time the assailant wasn't a vampire which could be quickly dispatched with a small pointed stick. It wasn't a mystery that needed solving, a prophecy that needed decoding. No research was going to help. No matter how many axes or how many bottles of holy water, there was nothing she could do.
And she hated it.
And she didn't understand. How could the Powers That Be, be so cruel? She had saved the world countless times, so they decide to put her mother in mortal danger? She tried to remind herself that it wasn't mortal danger. This was an operable tumour and her mother would be home and happy before any of them knew it. But something inside Buffy told her that the threat was fatal, and that she should cherish her time with her mother, while she had it.
The song switched over on the mixed CD Xander had made for her, and the song "Thief," by Our Lady Peace came on. Buffy listened in silence, still studying her mother's peaceful features.
**I don't want to understand…this horror
There's a weight in your eyes…that I can't admit
Everybody ends up here…in bottles
But the name tags the last thing…you wanted
As the world explodes…we fall out of it
But we can't let go because this
Will not go away
And I can't see that thief that lives inside of your head
But I can be some courage at the side of your bed
I don't know what's happening and I won't pretend
But I can be your...be your…I'm here…
Someone help us understand…who ordered
This disgusting arrangement…with time and the end
I don't want to hear who walked on water
Because the hallways are empty…the clocks tick
As the world explodes…we fall out of it
But we can't let go because this
Will not go away
And I can't see that thief that lives inside of your head
But I can be some courage at the side of your bed
I don't know what's happening and I can't pretend
It's a long, long getaway…it's a long, long getaway…
To make it home again… **
As the song finished, Buffy noticed a few tears on her cheeks. She quickly wiped them away and went to sit at her mother's side. At the shift in weight on the bed, Joyce stirred. When she opened her tired eyes and saw Buffy's face looking down on her, she smiled.
"Hey, sweetheart." She noticed the wetness around her daughter's eyes, and reached up to brush her cheek. "Now, don't do that. You know it's going to be okay."
The Slayer paused, wanting to say so much, but also needing to be strong for her mother. "Mom…I…I'm scared." Another tear fell from her eye. "I know I have to be strong for you and Dawnie, but I'm so afraid of losing you."
Joyce's sad smile brightened a little at the intensity of her daughter's love, and through a tightened throat she comforted her daughter. "Buffy, you don't have to be strong for us. We're Summers women. We are all strong…for each other." She opened her arms and the two women hugged, both shedding a few tears, both comforted by the other's strength, as well as the other's love.
But, both still thinking of the thief.