TITLE: You Could Make A Killing
AUTHOR: Ben is Glory
RATING: PG-13 cause I said so =P
PAIRING: Spuffy baby ;D
DISCLAIMER: Thank Joss, not me. And Aimee Mann for such great song =)
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Not really AU. Just… well, you know. Anyway, it's a song fic set to Aimee Mann's You Could Make A Killing. Italics indicate song.
FEEDBACK: Pretty please?
one two three once again go
"I can't do this anymore."
"What do you mean? This? Us?"
"It's wrong, Spike. You know it, I know it."
"But Buffy, I love you."
"Well, I don't."
There is nothing that competes with habit
And I know it's neither deep nor tragic
It's simply that you have to have it
"I can't handle it anymore. The lying, the sneaking around. God! I can't even be in the same room with you around my friends without worrying if they know, and I'm sick of it."
"Is that right? Then why do you keep coming back for more? Come on, sing me a new one, Slayer."
So you can make a killing
Oh you can make a killing
Oh you can make a killing
"At first, it was fun, you know? It felt all secretive, and honestly, I thought I deserved it. Something that was mine that nobody else knew about." She paused, gazing into his deep blue eyes. "When they brought me back... it was too much. I felt like I was suffocating, I wish I was. I thought if I just made it all stop, if I died again, that I could go back to where I was. The place where I didn't have to worry about Dawn making good grades. The place where I didn't have to be the mom 24 hours a day."
I wish I was both young and stupid
Then I too could have the fun that you did
Till it was time to pony up what you bid
"Then everything happened with you, and... and it took me away for a little while. The time we spent together was my release. I didn't have to worry about Dawn or Giles, slaying in general. It was nice. But then... then I started worrying about me."
So you could make a killing
Oh you could make a killing
Oh you could make a killing
"I love you."
"I'm sorry, William. I'm not that strong. I just can't handle this."
"You're sorry? Did you ever stop for one goddamn minute to think of what *I* want? How *I* feel?" Silence. "Didn't think so." Spike stormed out, leaving Buffy alone in his crypt.
I could follow you and search the rubble
Or stay right here and save myself some trouble
Or try to keep myself from seeing double
Hot, salty tears stung her eyes. She walked towards the door, taking one last look back. Back at the life she had lead; the one she would say goodbye to forever.
Or I could make a killing
Or I could make a killing
Oh I could make a killing
Yeah I could make a killing
I could make a killing