Disclaimer: I own nothing because if I did, the Buffyverse would not be
totally screwed.
Spoilers: Anything and everything is fair game.
POST "CHOSEN" FIC
Feedback: Anything rolling inside your head, tell me about it.
Distribution: ASK FIRST!
Songs: All songs used throughout this fanfic belong to Michelle Branch.
AN: I know this is probably not what you think would have happened after "Chosen" but the idea wouldn't leave me alone. Any fanfic writer knows what that's like. Anyway, just go read it please.
POV: Buffy's point of view.
======================================================== Chapter One: Hidden Talents
"Yeah, Buffy. What are we gonna do now?"
Those words from my sister seemed to open more doors than I ever thought possible. Doors to a normal life or a simple life. Something that I always wanted, as long as it didn't cut out the one person I want to be with me everywhere.
Of course, the first thing I thought of Angel. I wanted to jump on a bus and run straight to LA after we won. I wanted to stormed into his home, throw my arms around him and kiss him and fill him with the freedom I now felt myself.
But we all know that I couldn't do that. Especially since I sent him away from the battle, telling him that I needed a second front. The truth is, I had a funny feeling that told me whoever was going to wear that necklace was going to die. And then I passed it off as a general feeling that someone was going to die. Of course someone was going to die, it was the last battle for God's sake. The necklace had nothing to do with it.
But as it turned out I was right. I gave the necklace to Spike, and he died. That's the last time I pass up one of my feelings. I loved Spike, but I wasn't IN love with him. He knew that and I guess he accepted that.
So, anyway, it's three months later and I'm living in Chicago, helping Giles train about fifteen hundred girls who are Slayers here. FIFTEEN HUNDRED! I'm telling you, it's a sight. It's almost unbelievable, especially if you've believed there to be only one Slayer, or in my case, two, since you were fifteen. But it's incredible.
But not fulfilling.
I walk into the house Giles' rented here and notice his guitar sitting on the couch. Someone's going to sit on that when they all come in for a break. That's the danger of training them in your house. Something's going to get broken.
I was only going to move it to his bedroom, but something possessed me. I started playing it. Now, I have no Idea how to play the guitar, and I had no idea if I was even playing it well, but that's what I did. I played it.
And then, for some unexplainable reason, I started singing. Willow always told me I could sing. I believed her, because I used to sing a lot when I lived in LA. But that didn't mean I was good now, and I was a little shy singing, even by myself. The words flowed off my tongue. The part that got me though, was that it was something I had written. A poem I wrote a long time ago.
I cannot help it I couldn't stop it if I tired. The same old heartbeat that fills the Emptiness I have inside. And I've heard that you can't fight love, So I won't complain. 'Cause why would I stop the fire that Keeps me going on?
'Cause when there's you, I feel whole And there's no better feeling in the world. But without you, I'm alone And I'd rather be in love with you.
Turn out the lights now To see is to believe. I just want you near me, I just want you here with me. And I'd give up everything only for you, It's the least that I could do.
'Cause when there's you, I feel whole And there's no better feeling in the world. But without you, I'm alone And I'd rather be in love with you.
And I feel you holding me.
Why are we afraid to be in love? To be loved I can't explain it, And I know it's tough to be loved.
And I feel you holding me.
Oh, oh. 'Cause when there's you, I feel whole And there's no better feeling in the world. But without you, I'm alone
And I'd rather be in love Yes, Id rather be in love Oh, I'd rather be in love with you.
And I feel you holding me, oh.
Can you guess who that was about? Angel, of course. Who else would it be about? I wrote it when he came back form hell and Spike clued us in on the whole 'you'll never be friends' thing.
But I never showed it to him. I never showed any of my stuff to anyone.
"Buffy," a voice said behind me.
I jumped and spun around, almost dropping the guitar. I was facing Giles and he was wearing a shocked smile. I suddenly found myself wondering how long he had been there. So I asked him:
"How long have you been there?"
"Uh," Giles smiled wider. "A little while. I heard my guitar."
"Oh," I replied, feeling very small and embarrassed.
I found myself staring at his shoes. No one was ever supposed to hear that. It wasn't even supposed to be a song!
"I- I'm sorry," I stammered. "I just started playing. It probably sucked."
"That was quite amazing," Giles said suddenly.
I raise my head, utterly shocked. That I hadn't expected. Because I had never played the guitar, I was sure it sucked. I wondered if it was a sick joke or something. But the look on Giles' face put the stamp on that.
"I didn't know you played," Giles said, still shocked.
"I don't," I said hurriedly. That was partly true, anyway.
"Like hell you don't," he replied simply. "Some of the chords are a little off but other than that, it was perfect. Did you write it?"
"I wouldn't technically say I wrote it," I said, trying to find a way out of this. "I mean, the music's not on paper or anything. I just picked it up, and, well, I started playing."
"You mean to tell me, that all of that I heard," Giles questioned, "That was your first time to ever play a guitar?"
"First time to hold one actually," I answered.
"Buffy," Giles said. "That's unbelievable. Because that was rather remarkable playing. It was, amazing."
"Giles, I'm telling you," I cried. "I don't play and I've never played before."
"You should," Giles retorted. "That was better than me. How many times have I told you that you were better than me?"
"Uh," I said, trying to remember. "Never, I guess."
"Exactly," Giles replied.
I looked down at the guitar and felt a connection with it all of the sudden. Giles smiled and turned to leave the room, until I stopped him:
"Was I really that good?"
He just smiled.
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Read and Review please. I know this isn't the idea most people have for Buffy after "Chosen" but I repeat, the idea WOULD NOT LEAVE ME ALONE!!! grrr. Love me anyway?
The song in this chapter is "I'd Rather Be In Love" by Michelle Branch.
Spoilers: Anything and everything is fair game.
POST "CHOSEN" FIC
Feedback: Anything rolling inside your head, tell me about it.
Distribution: ASK FIRST!
Songs: All songs used throughout this fanfic belong to Michelle Branch.
AN: I know this is probably not what you think would have happened after "Chosen" but the idea wouldn't leave me alone. Any fanfic writer knows what that's like. Anyway, just go read it please.
POV: Buffy's point of view.
======================================================== Chapter One: Hidden Talents
"Yeah, Buffy. What are we gonna do now?"
Those words from my sister seemed to open more doors than I ever thought possible. Doors to a normal life or a simple life. Something that I always wanted, as long as it didn't cut out the one person I want to be with me everywhere.
Of course, the first thing I thought of Angel. I wanted to jump on a bus and run straight to LA after we won. I wanted to stormed into his home, throw my arms around him and kiss him and fill him with the freedom I now felt myself.
But we all know that I couldn't do that. Especially since I sent him away from the battle, telling him that I needed a second front. The truth is, I had a funny feeling that told me whoever was going to wear that necklace was going to die. And then I passed it off as a general feeling that someone was going to die. Of course someone was going to die, it was the last battle for God's sake. The necklace had nothing to do with it.
But as it turned out I was right. I gave the necklace to Spike, and he died. That's the last time I pass up one of my feelings. I loved Spike, but I wasn't IN love with him. He knew that and I guess he accepted that.
So, anyway, it's three months later and I'm living in Chicago, helping Giles train about fifteen hundred girls who are Slayers here. FIFTEEN HUNDRED! I'm telling you, it's a sight. It's almost unbelievable, especially if you've believed there to be only one Slayer, or in my case, two, since you were fifteen. But it's incredible.
But not fulfilling.
I walk into the house Giles' rented here and notice his guitar sitting on the couch. Someone's going to sit on that when they all come in for a break. That's the danger of training them in your house. Something's going to get broken.
I was only going to move it to his bedroom, but something possessed me. I started playing it. Now, I have no Idea how to play the guitar, and I had no idea if I was even playing it well, but that's what I did. I played it.
And then, for some unexplainable reason, I started singing. Willow always told me I could sing. I believed her, because I used to sing a lot when I lived in LA. But that didn't mean I was good now, and I was a little shy singing, even by myself. The words flowed off my tongue. The part that got me though, was that it was something I had written. A poem I wrote a long time ago.
I cannot help it I couldn't stop it if I tired. The same old heartbeat that fills the Emptiness I have inside. And I've heard that you can't fight love, So I won't complain. 'Cause why would I stop the fire that Keeps me going on?
'Cause when there's you, I feel whole And there's no better feeling in the world. But without you, I'm alone And I'd rather be in love with you.
Turn out the lights now To see is to believe. I just want you near me, I just want you here with me. And I'd give up everything only for you, It's the least that I could do.
'Cause when there's you, I feel whole And there's no better feeling in the world. But without you, I'm alone And I'd rather be in love with you.
And I feel you holding me.
Why are we afraid to be in love? To be loved I can't explain it, And I know it's tough to be loved.
And I feel you holding me.
Oh, oh. 'Cause when there's you, I feel whole And there's no better feeling in the world. But without you, I'm alone
And I'd rather be in love Yes, Id rather be in love Oh, I'd rather be in love with you.
And I feel you holding me, oh.
Can you guess who that was about? Angel, of course. Who else would it be about? I wrote it when he came back form hell and Spike clued us in on the whole 'you'll never be friends' thing.
But I never showed it to him. I never showed any of my stuff to anyone.
"Buffy," a voice said behind me.
I jumped and spun around, almost dropping the guitar. I was facing Giles and he was wearing a shocked smile. I suddenly found myself wondering how long he had been there. So I asked him:
"How long have you been there?"
"Uh," Giles smiled wider. "A little while. I heard my guitar."
"Oh," I replied, feeling very small and embarrassed.
I found myself staring at his shoes. No one was ever supposed to hear that. It wasn't even supposed to be a song!
"I- I'm sorry," I stammered. "I just started playing. It probably sucked."
"That was quite amazing," Giles said suddenly.
I raise my head, utterly shocked. That I hadn't expected. Because I had never played the guitar, I was sure it sucked. I wondered if it was a sick joke or something. But the look on Giles' face put the stamp on that.
"I didn't know you played," Giles said, still shocked.
"I don't," I said hurriedly. That was partly true, anyway.
"Like hell you don't," he replied simply. "Some of the chords are a little off but other than that, it was perfect. Did you write it?"
"I wouldn't technically say I wrote it," I said, trying to find a way out of this. "I mean, the music's not on paper or anything. I just picked it up, and, well, I started playing."
"You mean to tell me, that all of that I heard," Giles questioned, "That was your first time to ever play a guitar?"
"First time to hold one actually," I answered.
"Buffy," Giles said. "That's unbelievable. Because that was rather remarkable playing. It was, amazing."
"Giles, I'm telling you," I cried. "I don't play and I've never played before."
"You should," Giles retorted. "That was better than me. How many times have I told you that you were better than me?"
"Uh," I said, trying to remember. "Never, I guess."
"Exactly," Giles replied.
I looked down at the guitar and felt a connection with it all of the sudden. Giles smiled and turned to leave the room, until I stopped him:
"Was I really that good?"
He just smiled.
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Read and Review please. I know this isn't the idea most people have for Buffy after "Chosen" but I repeat, the idea WOULD NOT LEAVE ME ALONE!!! grrr. Love me anyway?
The song in this chapter is "I'd Rather Be In Love" by Michelle Branch.