Chapter 2: Concrete Angel
Chapter 2: Concrete Angel
Warning: Angsty feelings.
Thanks to my betas: zigpal and especially AshDawnSoulmates. She and I spent hours coming up with the right songs.
Disclaimer: BtVS characters belong to Joss Whedon / Mutant Enemy. I claim no rights to any copyrighted material. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission. Song sung in this chapter by Martina McBride.
The Last Roundup
Cordelia Chase couldn’t believe she was in a Country/Western bar! And listening to Buffy of all people singing here!
She – meaning Cordy – just woke up a couple weeks ago from her mystical coma. The Powers figured they owed her for the crap her body had been put through the past few years. Mostly, they felt bad for not realizing Skip was playing both sides of the fence and allowed her to be taken from their side to serve as Jasmine’s incubator.
When she finally got her bearings again, Cordy was stunned to learn that Angel had accepted control of Wolfram & Hart, and that Sunnydale was a sinkhole…literally.
As she watched the survivors of the final battle there, she was struck by the realization that something wasn’t right between Buffy and the others. There was some kind of divide separating them. It didn’t seem to be affecting the others much, but Cordy saw it tearing her former high school nemesis apart.
And she wasn’t the only one who noticed. That’s why she and her friend were here now, watching Buffy pour her heart out on stage. They knew that she snuck out at night – and that it had nothing to do with slaying – so they followed her tonight. Buffy’s tribute to Spike was a surprise, except Cordy heard that he had sacrificed himself to close the Hellmouth, so not really that much.
Just then, Buffy started another song.She walks to school with the lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she's holdin' back
Wearin' the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with linen and lace
The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask
Bearing the burden of a secret storm
Sometimes she wishes she was never born
Cordy smirked. That sounded just like the Sunnydale mentality. She could guess that this song wasn’t about slaying, but it fit anyway. People just ignored the wounds Buffy would sometimes come to school with. Even she and the rest of the Scoobies would come in bruised up. But nobody considered there was any kind of abuse going on – even of the human variety. She tuned back in to listen to the chorus.Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
That disturbed the former Queen C for some reason. Buffy didn’t feel she was loved? What the hell had happened in Sunnydale? Part of the reason she hated the blonde Slayer was how the others idolized her.Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear, but they turn out the lights
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it'll be too late…(chorus)
Buffy wasn’t considering killing herself, was she? Or allowing a vamp or demon to take her out? That was so not going to happen; not when Cordy was around. A glance at her companion told her she wasn’t alone in her thoughts.A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot…(chorus)
Cordy remembered when they were told of Buffy’s death when they got back from Pylea. Did Buffy even have a headstone? The funeral was keep quiet with just the Scoobies attending. The AI team would have gone, but none of them wanted to advertise the Slayer’s death to the demon world.
Buffy finished the final chorus, and opposed to the rowdy applause from the previous song, this time the crowd clapped more somberly. The crying from several patrons was easily heard over it. Even the seer was fighting back tears. It wasn’t fair for Buffy to do this to her! However, she doubted that the blonde would appreciate the sympathy.
The next song started up, startling everyone with its lively beat. Only those that knew her – and about her resurrection – understood why she sang it.
by Los Lonely Boys.