Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: several years Post "Chosen". Buffy visits a local club after a
nights slaying.
Buffy sat at a table in one of the town's clubs. The town reminded her a lot of Sunnydale. It was small, on a hellmouth, in the middle of nowhere, and filled with people who possessed an incredible talent for selective blindness. She and Xander were here to train a new slayer that had just been picked up on the coven's "slay-dar" as Dawn called it. One side effect of Willow's spell was that slayers didn't come into their powers until they hit puberty.
She and Xander had been here for the last six months, training Dana, the newest slayer. Tonight was a rare night out. Usually he was stuck training Dana's new watcher, and Buffy was usually training Dana.. Willow had arrived in town earlier that day, on her way to England, and the original Scoobies had decided that a night out was necessary. As the current song ended the club's owner walked to the microphone set up on stage.
"OK folk's. Open mike night will now commence." He bowed out of the spot light and off the stage. One patron after another selected a song from the DJ's karaoke collection. A couple of the people actually used a guitar that was on stage to test out their own compositions on a live audience.
Some were relatively good, some fell just short of making the ears of the audience bleed. After about ten or fifteen people Xander excused himself from the table. He disappeared into the crowd and reappeared a minute later on the stage. He positioned himself on the stool next to the mike and put a guitar over his head.
He was wearing a deep blue collared shirt that brought out the color of his one eye. The top few buttons undone and his black pants were tucked into black boots. He positioned the micke next to his mouth and began to sing while he played.
This might come as quite a shock,
But I've given it a lot of thought.
This thing that's come between us can't be ignored.
I've taken all I can;
This is where it's gotta end.
'Cause I can't be your friend anymore.
An' I can't be accused,
Of not bein' there for you.
How many nights have you shown up at my door?
I hope you understand,
That this wasn't in my plans,
But I can't be your friend anymore.
An' it's killin' me to know you,
Without havin' a chance to hold you.
An' all I wanna do is show you,
How I really feel inside.
You can run to me,
You can laugh at me,
Or you can walk right out that door.
But I can't be your friend anymore.
Instrumental break.
So, baby, now it's up to you:
Do I win or do I lose?
Will my heart fly or lie broken on the floor.
Well, take me as I am,
'Cause I wanna be your man.
But I can't be your friend anymore.
An' it's killin' me to know you,
Without havin' a chance to hold you.
An' all I wanna do is show you,
How I really feel inside.
You can run to me,
You can laugh at me,
Or you can walk right out that door.
But I can't be just friends anymore.
We can't be just friends anymore.
The entire time he was looking directly at Buffy. When he finished the crow clapped and as he left the stage many of them offered compliments on the song, but all his attention was focused on Buffy. She stood as he approached.
"Wh- I- Wh- " Buffy couldn't decide which thought of the billions that had suddenly decided to take up residence in her brain, so she settled for actions. She put her arms around his necks and kissed him. A long overdue expression of the feelings both shared. When they broke apart willow was smiling.
"It's about time." Was all she said
The end.
The song belongs to Tim Rushlow. I own nothing.
Buffy sat at a table in one of the town's clubs. The town reminded her a lot of Sunnydale. It was small, on a hellmouth, in the middle of nowhere, and filled with people who possessed an incredible talent for selective blindness. She and Xander were here to train a new slayer that had just been picked up on the coven's "slay-dar" as Dawn called it. One side effect of Willow's spell was that slayers didn't come into their powers until they hit puberty.
She and Xander had been here for the last six months, training Dana, the newest slayer. Tonight was a rare night out. Usually he was stuck training Dana's new watcher, and Buffy was usually training Dana.. Willow had arrived in town earlier that day, on her way to England, and the original Scoobies had decided that a night out was necessary. As the current song ended the club's owner walked to the microphone set up on stage.
"OK folk's. Open mike night will now commence." He bowed out of the spot light and off the stage. One patron after another selected a song from the DJ's karaoke collection. A couple of the people actually used a guitar that was on stage to test out their own compositions on a live audience.
Some were relatively good, some fell just short of making the ears of the audience bleed. After about ten or fifteen people Xander excused himself from the table. He disappeared into the crowd and reappeared a minute later on the stage. He positioned himself on the stool next to the mike and put a guitar over his head.
He was wearing a deep blue collared shirt that brought out the color of his one eye. The top few buttons undone and his black pants were tucked into black boots. He positioned the micke next to his mouth and began to sing while he played.
This might come as quite a shock,
But I've given it a lot of thought.
This thing that's come between us can't be ignored.
I've taken all I can;
This is where it's gotta end.
'Cause I can't be your friend anymore.
An' I can't be accused,
Of not bein' there for you.
How many nights have you shown up at my door?
I hope you understand,
That this wasn't in my plans,
But I can't be your friend anymore.
An' it's killin' me to know you,
Without havin' a chance to hold you.
An' all I wanna do is show you,
How I really feel inside.
You can run to me,
You can laugh at me,
Or you can walk right out that door.
But I can't be your friend anymore.
Instrumental break.
So, baby, now it's up to you:
Do I win or do I lose?
Will my heart fly or lie broken on the floor.
Well, take me as I am,
'Cause I wanna be your man.
But I can't be your friend anymore.
An' it's killin' me to know you,
Without havin' a chance to hold you.
An' all I wanna do is show you,
How I really feel inside.
You can run to me,
You can laugh at me,
Or you can walk right out that door.
But I can't be just friends anymore.
We can't be just friends anymore.
The entire time he was looking directly at Buffy. When he finished the crow clapped and as he left the stage many of them offered compliments on the song, but all his attention was focused on Buffy. She stood as he approached.
"Wh- I- Wh- " Buffy couldn't decide which thought of the billions that had suddenly decided to take up residence in her brain, so she settled for actions. She put her arms around his necks and kissed him. A long overdue expression of the feelings both shared. When they broke apart willow was smiling.
"It's about time." Was all she said
The end.
The song belongs to Tim Rushlow. I own nothing.