Title: Missing You, #2 - The Crash and The Clash
Fandom: Pairing: Buffy: Spike/Xander
Rating: PG-13 for language
Spoilers: You know how Buffy ended, right?
Concrit: Please. If you spot a typo, please feel free to tell me in comments.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings/Squicks: Deathfic, kinda, only Spike comes back from the dead eventually. :D
Summary: Xander misses more than he expected to after the loss of Sunnydale.
Notes: Written for stagesoflove prompt set #11 - Five ways to say "I miss you" (writer's choice)
Previous Chapters: #1 - Grief and Parting Gifts
For weeks Xander doesn't do more than move the bag from one place to another, too weighted down by grief and despair, by apathy and bone-deep weariness.
Then comes a burst of frantic energy that leaves him no time to weep or mourn or break himself against his memories.
One moment he's staring at a TV he has no recollection of buying, and the next he's on his knees in the closet, pawing through the bag, half-terrified by something that tastes like hope.
The disc's there, just as he'd thought, and there's a crumpled, neatly written yellow PostIt Note attached.
If you're going to borrow a bloke's music without asking, the least you could do is put it back properly, you berk.
Knowing the lyrics to every track on the double album (Christ, I miss vinyl!) is all well and good, but there's no point mouthing the words if you can't feel them on the inside.
'London's Calling', 'Four Horsemen', hell, even 'Koka Kola' has something to say, and I know you're smart enough to see it, if you'll only look.
Don't go back to something just because you think you should, but don't get 'Lost in the Supermarket' either.
The 'double album' is, of course, 'London's Burning' by The Clash. For a deeper understanding of this double-drabble, the lyrics of the above named tracks, 'London's Calling', 'Four Horsemen', 'Koka Kola' and 'Lost in the Supermarket' should be read while keeping in mind both Spike and, especially for the last one, Xander.