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Different timeline from season three onwards, and set several years on, Buffy's about 28. I'd have had it from season four onwards but I really don't think it worked too well. Lets just say that a few things from that series happened and so on, minus such annoying instances as Riley, the Initiative, Glory, Buffy's death, sex with Spike, Tara's death...you get the picture. Also, Connor does not exist here, just too complicated. The only death I am acknowledging is Joyce; since it was natural and all. And Faith was reformed when she woke up from the coma and was forgiven. Anyway, this is just a short fic that was partly inspired by Vanessa Carlton's song 'Pretty Baby'. Any words in italics are lyrics from that song and obviously belong to Vanessa Carlton not me.
B/A - did you even have to ask?
A Belated Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all.
Saving Smiles: A Holiday Story
1. Saving my Smiles
"Bye Dawnie, bye Matt, see you next week!" I called after them as they made their way to Matt's car after a busy day after Christmas with all the Scooby's. It was late and already dark when most of everyone had left. Dawn and Matt had stayed and helped me with the rest of the clear up. I closed the door as they drove away to their apartment and turned around to face the inside of my house, my empty house. It was something of a relief and sad that it was empty again. A Scooby Christmas is never dull and always loud and it's become a sort of tradition to have Christmas at my house. I guess it's left over from when mom was still alive. And since we helped to close the hellmouth more than five years ago now, it's nice to know that no demon is going interrupt the festivities. And I love having everyone here.
Willow and Tara and their little boy, Harry, now two is the cutest little thing you ever saw, well that is except for Alex Jr and Ben, Xander and Anya's sons who are now five and one. Alex is a fireball of energy and it is strange if he is still for more than a second, except for when he's eating that is. Tara is six months pregnant; it's her turn this time, with another boy so they're going to be very busy. Dawn moved out this past year, it was kind of gradual, I'm not sure whether that was for my or their benefit, probably both in the end. I can't say it was upsetting, a little sad that I finally had to accept that my baby sister is no longer a child, but it was more than offset by my happiness at her happiness with Matt. I was a little concerned at first that they were moving too quickly, but as they met as freshmen at Sunnydale U, it wasn't really. I think it was just because of how all the guys I went out with in college were complete jerks and I found it a little hard to believe that Dawn had found 'the one' so quickly. But I'm glad she has, at least one of us is, um, in love.
Faith came this Christmas but she doesn't stay very long, she's still fighting, helping where she can. I think she's still trying to find herself.
And then there's Giles. He moved back to England after I was 'relieved' of my slayer duties at the close of the hellmouth. Another slayer was called, in England. I met her once while on vacation at Giles'. He comes over several times a year but I know he's very busy. He's now the director of the British Museum, which he loves. He couldn't come for Christmas this year but he said he's owed holiday in a couple of weeks so we should see him then.
So, it's very busy when everyone's here, and Christmas is special. But when they've all just left after the day it does tend to make the house feel even more empty than usual. I sometimes think of moving because I don't need the space but I think mom's presence is too great for me to leave. Not actual presence obviously. And I don't need to move; I get just about enough money as a high school teacher to deal with it.
So here I am, faced with an empty house, mirrored by my empty life. Well, that's a bit melodramatic really. I have a lot in my life. I have my job that I love, my friends, and my friend's children to whom I am a regular babysitter. It's not my life; it is my love life's that empty. I'm not sure if it is my fault. Willow would tell me it wasn't entirely my fault; I suppose Anya would tell me it was. The truth is that since I started college I've had bad luck with guys. I mean, none of them actually turned out to be a vampire but they turned out to be other things; jerks, perverts, pathetic hanger-onners, you name it I've been there. I mean it's no wonder that I've pretty much given up on them. Maybe I should be a lesbian, but then I think the best girls are already taken and I'm not sure my heart would really be in it.
For some strange reason, despite disappointment where guys are concerned my heart still clings to an impossible romantic dream, featured word, impossible. But then I think I was always a romantic. It's a miracle my trampled heart still yearns for it.
I know who it wants. But we don't always get what we want. Everyone knows who I want. Who I've wanted for more than ten years but whom I can't have.
I flop myself down onto the couch, use the remote to turn the stereo on and watch the fire, trying to get lost in it, trying to find an escape from where my thoughts are about to lead me. I mean, I fantasise, I daydream but there is nothing beyond that. I lose myself in memory more than is perhaps healthy.
Despite all my best efforts, after a day full of smiles and laughter, smiles from everyone else, in my empty house, I can't help but think of Angel. I need help, I swear! I can't seem to bring myself to care though, as I get lost in thoughts of him and no one else.
It seems that in spite of my best efforts to live a normal life, to face reality, I've been saving my smiles for him.
I love Feedback.
I will post the next chapter in a minute.
Different timeline from season three onwards, and set several years on, Buffy's about 28. I'd have had it from season four onwards but I really don't think it worked too well. Lets just say that a few things from that series happened and so on, minus such annoying instances as Riley, the Initiative, Glory, Buffy's death, sex with Spike, Tara's death...you get the picture. Also, Connor does not exist here, just too complicated. The only death I am acknowledging is Joyce; since it was natural and all. And Faith was reformed when she woke up from the coma and was forgiven. Anyway, this is just a short fic that was partly inspired by Vanessa Carlton's song 'Pretty Baby'. Any words in italics are lyrics from that song and obviously belong to Vanessa Carlton not me.
B/A - did you even have to ask?
A Belated Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all.
Saving Smiles: A Holiday Story
1. Saving my Smiles
"Bye Dawnie, bye Matt, see you next week!" I called after them as they made their way to Matt's car after a busy day after Christmas with all the Scooby's. It was late and already dark when most of everyone had left. Dawn and Matt had stayed and helped me with the rest of the clear up. I closed the door as they drove away to their apartment and turned around to face the inside of my house, my empty house. It was something of a relief and sad that it was empty again. A Scooby Christmas is never dull and always loud and it's become a sort of tradition to have Christmas at my house. I guess it's left over from when mom was still alive. And since we helped to close the hellmouth more than five years ago now, it's nice to know that no demon is going interrupt the festivities. And I love having everyone here.
Willow and Tara and their little boy, Harry, now two is the cutest little thing you ever saw, well that is except for Alex Jr and Ben, Xander and Anya's sons who are now five and one. Alex is a fireball of energy and it is strange if he is still for more than a second, except for when he's eating that is. Tara is six months pregnant; it's her turn this time, with another boy so they're going to be very busy. Dawn moved out this past year, it was kind of gradual, I'm not sure whether that was for my or their benefit, probably both in the end. I can't say it was upsetting, a little sad that I finally had to accept that my baby sister is no longer a child, but it was more than offset by my happiness at her happiness with Matt. I was a little concerned at first that they were moving too quickly, but as they met as freshmen at Sunnydale U, it wasn't really. I think it was just because of how all the guys I went out with in college were complete jerks and I found it a little hard to believe that Dawn had found 'the one' so quickly. But I'm glad she has, at least one of us is, um, in love.
Faith came this Christmas but she doesn't stay very long, she's still fighting, helping where she can. I think she's still trying to find herself.
And then there's Giles. He moved back to England after I was 'relieved' of my slayer duties at the close of the hellmouth. Another slayer was called, in England. I met her once while on vacation at Giles'. He comes over several times a year but I know he's very busy. He's now the director of the British Museum, which he loves. He couldn't come for Christmas this year but he said he's owed holiday in a couple of weeks so we should see him then.
So, it's very busy when everyone's here, and Christmas is special. But when they've all just left after the day it does tend to make the house feel even more empty than usual. I sometimes think of moving because I don't need the space but I think mom's presence is too great for me to leave. Not actual presence obviously. And I don't need to move; I get just about enough money as a high school teacher to deal with it.
So here I am, faced with an empty house, mirrored by my empty life. Well, that's a bit melodramatic really. I have a lot in my life. I have my job that I love, my friends, and my friend's children to whom I am a regular babysitter. It's not my life; it is my love life's that empty. I'm not sure if it is my fault. Willow would tell me it wasn't entirely my fault; I suppose Anya would tell me it was. The truth is that since I started college I've had bad luck with guys. I mean, none of them actually turned out to be a vampire but they turned out to be other things; jerks, perverts, pathetic hanger-onners, you name it I've been there. I mean it's no wonder that I've pretty much given up on them. Maybe I should be a lesbian, but then I think the best girls are already taken and I'm not sure my heart would really be in it.
For some strange reason, despite disappointment where guys are concerned my heart still clings to an impossible romantic dream, featured word, impossible. But then I think I was always a romantic. It's a miracle my trampled heart still yearns for it.
I know who it wants. But we don't always get what we want. Everyone knows who I want. Who I've wanted for more than ten years but whom I can't have.
I flop myself down onto the couch, use the remote to turn the stereo on and watch the fire, trying to get lost in it, trying to find an escape from where my thoughts are about to lead me. I mean, I fantasise, I daydream but there is nothing beyond that. I lose myself in memory more than is perhaps healthy.
Despite all my best efforts, after a day full of smiles and laughter, smiles from everyone else, in my empty house, I can't help but think of Angel. I need help, I swear! I can't seem to bring myself to care though, as I get lost in thoughts of him and no one else.
It seems that in spite of my best efforts to live a normal life, to face reality, I've been saving my smiles for him.
I love Feedback.
I will post the next chapter in a minute.