That was Chapter 2, so this would be Chapter 3....
"The Willow and Buffy Song"
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Disclaimers: The mighty Joss Whedon created these
wonderful
characters...I'm just re-writing his work so it
comes out like it was
meant to. The music is, once again, by Nick Cave -
this time we have
"The Ship Song" from the album "The Good Son".
Pairing: Buffy and Willow (for real this time)
Rating: PG-15 (Is that a real rating?) for angst.
Nothing major.
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Distribution: Just tell me where - I don't care.
(That wasn't meant to
rhyme) Can be found on "I Kind Of Love You"...
Setting/Spoilers: Follows on immediately from "An
Interventionist
God", so all setting/spoilers warnings for that
still apply...
Authors Notes: Well, here's the third
chapter...sorry that the last
one was kind of lousy, I just wanted to get the base
for this settled.
Right, here we go.
Dedication: To Kylie and Amanda...because they
remind me of Buffy and
Willow. They really should get together, but other
people are too busy
running their lives...
Chapter 3
Come Sail Your Ships Around Me
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Buffy stepped into the darkened auditorium. It was
indeed music. She
could see the musician on stage...and she was
completely shocked at
who it was that was playing the piano. Her fingers
worked effortlessly
on the keys, her red mane flowing around her head.
The song was
beautiful, and Buffy was instantly caught in it's
flow, but she
couldn't quite pick what it was.
It didn't really matter though. As captivated as she
was by the music,
it in no way compared to the way she was captivated
by the pianist.
Slowly, cautiously, she walked down the aisle, in
between the chairs,
towards the stage.
---
Willow was semi-concious of the fact that there may
have been someone
in the hall with her. She quietly told her
subconcious that it was
being ridiculous, and that there was no-one in there
with her. No-one
could have broken her lock...
Which was when her subconcious looked at the clock
on the wall.
It had been more than an hour...meaning her spell
would have worn off.
She whipped her head around, hands falling from the
suddenly forgotten
piano to grope for the bag beside her on the floor,
which contained
her vampire fighting supplies.
She then focussed on who was standing in the aisle.
"Don't stop." The blonde slayer said.
---
"Buffy?" Willow breathed quietly, somewhat
disbelieving. "What are you
doing here?"
Buffy shrugged. "There was a vamp busting in. I
dusted him, and I
thought I heard music." She grinned slightly, and
Willow realised how
long it had been since Buffy genuinely smiled.
Around her, anyway. "It
turns out I did."
Willow wasn't sure how to respond, so she just
settled on an, "Oh, uh,
yeah." She found it decidedly strange that she,
Willow Rosenberg, the
most legendary babbler in Sunnydale history, was at
a complete loss
for words - whether they made sense or otherwise.
"Do you do this often?" Buffy asked, indicating the
piano.
Willow looked at the piano as if wondering what
Buffy was talking
about, then it struck her. "Oh, play. Uh, every now
and then."
Buffy nodded. "Why haven't you played for me
before?" the slayer asked.
'I wasn't aware I was playing for you now.' Willow
thought, but didn't
voice it. "I don't like to play in front of other
people."
"Do you sing too?" Buffy asked.
Willow shrugged, for a moment forgetting the tense
state that she and
Buffy were in. "Occasionaly. I'm no good." Her face
flushed red as she
realised that she'd just admitted to singing.
Buffy looked up shyly. "I don't suppose..."
Willow shook her head with a little bit of fear in
her eyes. "No, no,
no, no...I really, really don't sing in front of
other people."
Buffy's shoulders slumped...she really wanted to
hear Willow sing. She
didn't know why...maybe it just had to do with the
revelation she'd
had tonight - the revelation that, though she
valiantly tried to deny,
was completely correct and in existence - or maybe
it was just in an
effort towards rebuilding their friendship. She
didn't care.
"Oh well..." Buffy said. "I guess I'll just let you
get back to it
then." She turned to leave.
Willow suddenly felt pain grab at her chest. "Wait,
Buffy..." She
called out to the Slayer's retreating back.
Buffy turned around, putting on her puppy-dog eyes,
hoping they still
effected Willow.
"I won't sing." Willow said.
Buffy shrugged. "That's okay." She said, suddenly
completely upbeat.
She took a seat in the front row.
---
Willow took a deep breath and turned back to the
keyboard. She hadn't
played for anyone in...well, she hadn't really
played for anyone since
she learned how to play, and that someone was her
instructor.
But, this was Buffy. And the fact that Buffy hadn't
just checked she
was alright and left at least suggested that she was
willing to work
on their friendship. At least, that was what Willow
hoped it meant.
'Right, stop thinking Rosenberg. Just play.'
And with that, she gave herself over to her
escape...but this time,
she brought the person who might still be her best
friend along.
/Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
We make a little history baby
Every time you come around
Come loose your doves upon me
And let your hair hang down
You are a little mystery too me
Every time you call around\
Buffy was completely entranced. She watched Willow
move and wondered
vaguely if the redhead had any idea how beautiful
she looked when she
was doing this. There was a strange fluidity and
grace that leant
itself naturally to the wicca, no matter how much
Will herself tried
to deny it - and it all seemed to come out as she
played.
/We've talked about it all night long
We define our moral ground
But when I crawl into your arms
Then everything - it comes tumbling down\
'No-one is watching, no-one is watching. Just
pretend no-one is
watching...'
/Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
We make a little history, baby
Every time you call around\