Title: Networking Interlude: Songfic "Moody Blue" (Between parts 2 and 3)
Author: Am-Chau Yarkona
E-mail: grant@hagden169.fsnet.co.uk
Summary: The family are together again. All hell breaks loose, as normal.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Giles/Spike, Buffy/Clem, etc.
Spoilers: For most of seasons 3 and 6.
Warnings:
Author Notes:
Story Notes:
Disclaimer: Not mine. Just playing in Joss' sandpit. With Buffy. And Spike and Giles on the swings. Get it? I'm dreaming!
William:
Now I know why Buffy wanted us all together for a bit longer- we're all rather down at the mouth, to put it mildly. Alice made a big impact on us in the few short days she was with us, and that's going to take a long time to wear off.
I don't know when I got roped into washing up, but that's what I'm doing. Drying the plates while Red washes them. "She's like that song, isn't she?" the witch says.
"Err." I wasn't really listening- or maybe she didn't say anything as a prelude. I don't know.
"Drusilla. She's like the Elvis song, about Moody Blue."
"Oh. Yeah, I guess she is. How's it go?" Willow thinks for a moment, and then starts to sing, softly. She has a beautiful voice really- and once more, I'm struck by how much I could fancy her if I had the opportunity. I'm glad Dru's found her pleasures in such a place, one of the few actions of my immediate Sire's I can understand.
"Well, it's hard to be a gambler
Bettin' on the number
That changes ev'ry time"
That's true enough. Dru is unpredictable like that.
"Well, you think you're gonna win
Think she's givin' in
A stranger's all you find"
Heaven knows I found a strange in Dru's head often enough. I was never sure, day to day, just who she was.
"Yeah, it's hard to figure out
What she's all about
That she's a woman through and through
She's a complicated lady, so color my baby moody blue,"
Perhaps that was my trouble with her. I'm not a woman, however much I have mood swings. Poor dear, I sometimes suspect that Angelus turned Dru while she was suffering from whatjamacallit, um, PMT, and she's got it for the rest of entrnity. I saw my sisters in that kind of mood occassionally, though mostly once they got to that age they were good Victorian ladies and hid it carefully.
"Oh, Moody blue
Tell me am I gettin' through
I keep hangin' on
Try to learn the song
But I never do"
I wonder if Willow will learn it. I hope she does. I know the next verse, and join in with her, enjoying the act of singing with a friend as well as the song.
Willow:
"Oh, Moody blue,
Tell me who I'm talkin' to
You're like the night and day
And it's hard to say
Which one is you."
I'm singing with Spike. William. Whatever. About Drusilla, because- and this freaks me out more than Spike does- I'm falling in love with her. I guess it's okay, I'm hardly the first resident of Sunnydale to fall for a vampire, but it's still scary.
"Well, when Monday comes she's Tuesday,
When Tuesday comes she's Wednesday,
Into another day again"
I never know where I am with her- except when she's kissing me. Then I know I want to be with her forever. Her visions, her magic, her whole personality- she has mood swings the size of California. Sometimes I think she has permanent PMT. It would explain the behaviour.
"Her personality unwinds
Just like a ball of twine
On a spool that never ends
Just when I think I know her well
Her emotions reveal,
She's not the person that
I though I knew
She's a complicated lady, so color my baby moody blue,"
My baby. Yes, I guess I have started thinking of her that way. Blue isn't really her colour, she looks better in red, but she looks even better naked. Oh damn! Did I really just think that?
"Oh, Moody blue
Tell me am I gettin' through
I keep hangin' on
Try to learn the song
But I never do"
Is that true? Will I never learn the song? Maybe I can just keep miming to the words, and she won't notice. Spike kept it up for nearly a hundred years, after all. I must be able to do the same thing if I try.
"Oh, Moody blue,
Tell me who I'm talkin' to
You're like the night and day
And it's hard to say
Which one is you."
I hope I learn. I've got to try- I love her.
"It's very apt for her, isn't it?" William says, bringing me out of my revive.
"Yes. Spike, how did you manage to keep her?"
"How do you mean? I lost her, pet."
"I know she left you because of, well, whatever it was."
"Giles. And Buffy."
"Yeah. But anyway, she left you, but not for a hundred years or so. How did you keep her that long, with all the mood swings and stuff?"
"I gave her what she wanted. She chose me, rather than the other way round, remember. I just did what she told me to, what I had to. When Angelus left, I tried to give her what he gave her, too."
I guess I must put eww-face on, because he smiles. "I don't think that's what she's looking for from you, luv. Though she'll let you know if she wants it, I dare say."
"Right. Um, I think we're finished in here."
"Everything seems to be washed and dried, so I'd have to agree."
"Good." I'm not quite sure what to do next. She begins to move out of the kitchen, bit stops in the doorway for one final word.
"By the way, I wish you two the best. I think she really does love you, and I'm glad to see her happy- and you, of course."
What can I say to that? Only, "I love you, Dru," next time I see her.
Author: Am-Chau Yarkona
E-mail: grant@hagden169.fsnet.co.uk
Summary: The family are together again. All hell breaks loose, as normal.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Giles/Spike, Buffy/Clem, etc.
Spoilers: For most of seasons 3 and 6.
Warnings:
Author Notes:
Story Notes:
Disclaimer: Not mine. Just playing in Joss' sandpit. With Buffy. And Spike and Giles on the swings. Get it? I'm dreaming!
William:
Now I know why Buffy wanted us all together for a bit longer- we're all rather down at the mouth, to put it mildly. Alice made a big impact on us in the few short days she was with us, and that's going to take a long time to wear off.
I don't know when I got roped into washing up, but that's what I'm doing. Drying the plates while Red washes them. "She's like that song, isn't she?" the witch says.
"Err." I wasn't really listening- or maybe she didn't say anything as a prelude. I don't know.
"Drusilla. She's like the Elvis song, about Moody Blue."
"Oh. Yeah, I guess she is. How's it go?" Willow thinks for a moment, and then starts to sing, softly. She has a beautiful voice really- and once more, I'm struck by how much I could fancy her if I had the opportunity. I'm glad Dru's found her pleasures in such a place, one of the few actions of my immediate Sire's I can understand.
"Well, it's hard to be a gambler
Bettin' on the number
That changes ev'ry time"
That's true enough. Dru is unpredictable like that.
"Well, you think you're gonna win
Think she's givin' in
A stranger's all you find"
Heaven knows I found a strange in Dru's head often enough. I was never sure, day to day, just who she was.
"Yeah, it's hard to figure out
What she's all about
That she's a woman through and through
She's a complicated lady, so color my baby moody blue,"
Perhaps that was my trouble with her. I'm not a woman, however much I have mood swings. Poor dear, I sometimes suspect that Angelus turned Dru while she was suffering from whatjamacallit, um, PMT, and she's got it for the rest of entrnity. I saw my sisters in that kind of mood occassionally, though mostly once they got to that age they were good Victorian ladies and hid it carefully.
"Oh, Moody blue
Tell me am I gettin' through
I keep hangin' on
Try to learn the song
But I never do"
I wonder if Willow will learn it. I hope she does. I know the next verse, and join in with her, enjoying the act of singing with a friend as well as the song.
Willow:
"Oh, Moody blue,
Tell me who I'm talkin' to
You're like the night and day
And it's hard to say
Which one is you."
I'm singing with Spike. William. Whatever. About Drusilla, because- and this freaks me out more than Spike does- I'm falling in love with her. I guess it's okay, I'm hardly the first resident of Sunnydale to fall for a vampire, but it's still scary.
"Well, when Monday comes she's Tuesday,
When Tuesday comes she's Wednesday,
Into another day again"
I never know where I am with her- except when she's kissing me. Then I know I want to be with her forever. Her visions, her magic, her whole personality- she has mood swings the size of California. Sometimes I think she has permanent PMT. It would explain the behaviour.
"Her personality unwinds
Just like a ball of twine
On a spool that never ends
Just when I think I know her well
Her emotions reveal,
She's not the person that
I though I knew
She's a complicated lady, so color my baby moody blue,"
My baby. Yes, I guess I have started thinking of her that way. Blue isn't really her colour, she looks better in red, but she looks even better naked. Oh damn! Did I really just think that?
"Oh, Moody blue
Tell me am I gettin' through
I keep hangin' on
Try to learn the song
But I never do"
Is that true? Will I never learn the song? Maybe I can just keep miming to the words, and she won't notice. Spike kept it up for nearly a hundred years, after all. I must be able to do the same thing if I try.
"Oh, Moody blue,
Tell me who I'm talkin' to
You're like the night and day
And it's hard to say
Which one is you."
I hope I learn. I've got to try- I love her.
"It's very apt for her, isn't it?" William says, bringing me out of my revive.
"Yes. Spike, how did you manage to keep her?"
"How do you mean? I lost her, pet."
"I know she left you because of, well, whatever it was."
"Giles. And Buffy."
"Yeah. But anyway, she left you, but not for a hundred years or so. How did you keep her that long, with all the mood swings and stuff?"
"I gave her what she wanted. She chose me, rather than the other way round, remember. I just did what she told me to, what I had to. When Angelus left, I tried to give her what he gave her, too."
I guess I must put eww-face on, because he smiles. "I don't think that's what she's looking for from you, luv. Though she'll let you know if she wants it, I dare say."
"Right. Um, I think we're finished in here."
"Everything seems to be washed and dried, so I'd have to agree."
"Good." I'm not quite sure what to do next. She begins to move out of the kitchen, bit stops in the doorway for one final word.
"By the way, I wish you two the best. I think she really does love you, and I'm glad to see her happy- and you, of course."
What can I say to that? Only, "I love you, Dru," next time I see her.