Disclaimer: SC1.
Spoilers: Anything and everything is fair game.
POST "CHOSEN" FIC
Feedback: Anything rolling inside your head, tell me about it.
AN: If you have any trouble understanding what I saw in the song... HOPEFULLY the chapter will explain, but if not... feel free to E-MAIL me and I'll try to explain it better.
Songs: All songs used throughout this fanfic belong to Michelle Branch.
POV: Buffy's point of view.
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"That was Buffy Summers with her single 'Breathe'. Damn, this girl is taking the country by storm-,"
"Willow! Could you please turn that off?" I yelled from the back room. I heard the TV click off and the annoucer's voice cleared the room.
"Sorry," Willow smiled, flopping down on my paper covered bed. "It's just- so awesome. I mean, you're getting credit for something you did. And it's not even supernatural!"
"Yea," I said absently. "It's really great. Willow, where's my pencil?"
"Um, here," Willow rolled over slightly and pulled it out from under her. "Sorry 'bout that too. So, what are you doing?"
"Writing music to this thing," I muttered, waving a piece of paper in front of her face. "That is, I would be if I could concentrate."
"Is it me?" Willow asked. "I mean, I could leave and-,"
"NO!" I yelled. "No, you're the only thing keeping me sane right now. I just- This is new. I mean, I can ususally handle new. The Slayer, the Master, The Mayor, The Initiative, The First- why does everythign start with 'the'? Why is that?"
"Not everything does," Willow stated. "You missed some. There was, as Xander put it, 'Scary Veiny Willow'. That doesn't start with 'the'. And-,"
"And I purposly missed that one," I said sympathetically.
"I've delt with that," Willow smiled. "I did some... some pretty bad things. But, I delt. Maybe you shoud too."
"I've gotten over you," I insisted. "Really I have. You were hurting. You had just lost someone you loved. Greatly. I understand that."
"I wasn't really talking about that," Willow smiled sadly. "But while we're on the topic: In that moment, I finally understood why you ran away that summer, after Angel. It hurt too much to bear, you didn't want to be the person you were anymore. You wanted to be someone, anyone else. In a way, I ran too. Angel was precious to you, possibly more so than Tara was to me. I've delt with her death, and I've moved on. Slowly, but I did. You, on the other hand, haven't. Angel is still at the front of thoughts, when you wake up and when you go to sleep. He's in your music, he's in your soul, he's... no pun intended, everywhere."
"What are you saying Willow?" I asked, very close to tears.
WIllow must have seen the tears because she leaned over to hug me and continued, "Oh, honey, I'm not trying to upset you. As much as I wanted to believe otherwise, there is no moving on with you; not from Angel. You love him Buffy. I've literally known two Buffy Summers. The one who was with Angel and the one without him. When you were with him... you were happy; not in the most obvious or ways but you were. Post Angel, you were just... you were just there. I love both of you, but... I don't know what I'm saying anymore."
"Willow, you're a genius!" I screamed, a burst of inspriation sent my head reeling and I threw down the paper I had and started scribbling furiously the back of my pizza box.
"I am?" Willow asked, recognizing the look on my face.
"Yeah," I smiled.
"I'm leaving now," Willow laughed. I never noticed she had left until had written everything that had invaded my mind in the back of that pizza box and had rewritten it on the music sheets, with music to go with it.
Just to see how it came out, I gave it one run through.
She's his yellow brick road, leading him on, and letting him go as far as she lets him go, going down to nowhere.
She puts on her makeup, the samw way she did yesterday, hoping everything's the same, but everything has changed.
In my mind, everything we did was right. open your eyes I'll still be by your side. How could I ever have been so blind? You give me something to sleep to at night.
He wakes to the sound, so scared that she's leaving, he wishes she were still asleep next to him, hoping she will change.
In my mind, everything we did was right. open your eyes I'll still be by your side. How could I ever have been so blind? You give me something to sleep to at night.
You give me something to sleep to and all I know is you gave me somethign to dream to when I'm all alone and blue. Don't leave me now, don't leave me now.
Don't leave me now, don't leave me now, don't leave me now, don't leave me now, don't leave me now, don't leave me now.
In my mind, everything we did was right. open your eyes I'll still be by your side. How could I ever have been so blind? You give me something to sleep to at night, something to sleep to, something to sleep to at night.
"To all the men in my life. You know who you are and unforunatly, you also know which part of this song is for you. Fortunatly to one of you, you also know which part is for you."
I finished writing the dedication and grabbed the rough recording I had made to take to the rest of the band. I stopped to big Willow a hug and rushed out to...
straight into Angel.
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I write, you read, you review, I write more.
The song used in this chapter is "Something to Sleep To" by Michelle Branch.
Spoilers: Anything and everything is fair game.
POST "CHOSEN" FIC
Feedback: Anything rolling inside your head, tell me about it.
AN: If you have any trouble understanding what I saw in the song... HOPEFULLY the chapter will explain, but if not... feel free to E-MAIL me and I'll try to explain it better.
Songs: All songs used throughout this fanfic belong to Michelle Branch.
POV: Buffy's point of view.
--- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- ---
"That was Buffy Summers with her single 'Breathe'. Damn, this girl is taking the country by storm-,"
"Willow! Could you please turn that off?" I yelled from the back room. I heard the TV click off and the annoucer's voice cleared the room.
"Sorry," Willow smiled, flopping down on my paper covered bed. "It's just- so awesome. I mean, you're getting credit for something you did. And it's not even supernatural!"
"Yea," I said absently. "It's really great. Willow, where's my pencil?"
"Um, here," Willow rolled over slightly and pulled it out from under her. "Sorry 'bout that too. So, what are you doing?"
"Writing music to this thing," I muttered, waving a piece of paper in front of her face. "That is, I would be if I could concentrate."
"Is it me?" Willow asked. "I mean, I could leave and-,"
"NO!" I yelled. "No, you're the only thing keeping me sane right now. I just- This is new. I mean, I can ususally handle new. The Slayer, the Master, The Mayor, The Initiative, The First- why does everythign start with 'the'? Why is that?"
"Not everything does," Willow stated. "You missed some. There was, as Xander put it, 'Scary Veiny Willow'. That doesn't start with 'the'. And-,"
"And I purposly missed that one," I said sympathetically.
"I've delt with that," Willow smiled. "I did some... some pretty bad things. But, I delt. Maybe you shoud too."
"I've gotten over you," I insisted. "Really I have. You were hurting. You had just lost someone you loved. Greatly. I understand that."
"I wasn't really talking about that," Willow smiled sadly. "But while we're on the topic: In that moment, I finally understood why you ran away that summer, after Angel. It hurt too much to bear, you didn't want to be the person you were anymore. You wanted to be someone, anyone else. In a way, I ran too. Angel was precious to you, possibly more so than Tara was to me. I've delt with her death, and I've moved on. Slowly, but I did. You, on the other hand, haven't. Angel is still at the front of thoughts, when you wake up and when you go to sleep. He's in your music, he's in your soul, he's... no pun intended, everywhere."
"What are you saying Willow?" I asked, very close to tears.
WIllow must have seen the tears because she leaned over to hug me and continued, "Oh, honey, I'm not trying to upset you. As much as I wanted to believe otherwise, there is no moving on with you; not from Angel. You love him Buffy. I've literally known two Buffy Summers. The one who was with Angel and the one without him. When you were with him... you were happy; not in the most obvious or ways but you were. Post Angel, you were just... you were just there. I love both of you, but... I don't know what I'm saying anymore."
"Willow, you're a genius!" I screamed, a burst of inspriation sent my head reeling and I threw down the paper I had and started scribbling furiously the back of my pizza box.
"I am?" Willow asked, recognizing the look on my face.
"Yeah," I smiled.
"I'm leaving now," Willow laughed. I never noticed she had left until had written everything that had invaded my mind in the back of that pizza box and had rewritten it on the music sheets, with music to go with it.
Just to see how it came out, I gave it one run through.
She's his yellow brick road, leading him on, and letting him go as far as she lets him go, going down to nowhere.
She puts on her makeup, the samw way she did yesterday, hoping everything's the same, but everything has changed.
In my mind, everything we did was right. open your eyes I'll still be by your side. How could I ever have been so blind? You give me something to sleep to at night.
He wakes to the sound, so scared that she's leaving, he wishes she were still asleep next to him, hoping she will change.
In my mind, everything we did was right. open your eyes I'll still be by your side. How could I ever have been so blind? You give me something to sleep to at night.
You give me something to sleep to and all I know is you gave me somethign to dream to when I'm all alone and blue. Don't leave me now, don't leave me now.
Don't leave me now, don't leave me now, don't leave me now, don't leave me now, don't leave me now, don't leave me now.
In my mind, everything we did was right. open your eyes I'll still be by your side. How could I ever have been so blind? You give me something to sleep to at night, something to sleep to, something to sleep to at night.
"To all the men in my life. You know who you are and unforunatly, you also know which part of this song is for you. Fortunatly to one of you, you also know which part is for you."
I finished writing the dedication and grabbed the rough recording I had made to take to the rest of the band. I stopped to big Willow a hug and rushed out to...
straight into Angel.
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I write, you read, you review, I write more.
The song used in this chapter is "Something to Sleep To" by Michelle Branch.