Author’s Note: I was listening to Cream on a loop all weekend, and I remembered that this song was featured in BTVS… So I wrote a ficlet for it. Feedback would be nice.
A not-so-vague Disclaimer: I don’t own the Buffyverse or Cream’s back catalogue, though it would be nice if I did.
Rupert Giles walked through the empty graveyard alone, his guitar case on his back and his hands in his pockets, gripping a stake. As he walked he thought about Joyce, about how absolutely perfect she had been, about how he wished he had taken a chance and told her of his feelings. He shook his head, why is it that you only know what you want when it’s lost? When he saw a vampire his head filled with a blind rage, they shouldn’t be allowed near her grave, she shouldn’t have to be near them in death when in life she had been so unlike them, so loving and giving, so full of life. He let out a bitter smile. All the clichés seemed so fit her.
He fought the vampire in silence, not wanting to disturb the peace of the cemetery. When it was dust he sat down in front of Joyce’s gravestone and wiped the dust away, tracing her name with his fingertips as he did it. He righted the vase of flowers Buffy had left there and dusted his hands off on his trousers before opening his guitar case and picking up his guitar.
“Remember this song?” He asked before starting to play. When he was finished he had to wipe the tears around his eyes away, it wasn’t supposed to be a sad song, but he couldn’t help himself, couldn’t stop remembering the day they had listened to it together, even though he had been a teenager at the time he still associated it with her, with how much he had loved her.
“You thought the leaden winter would bring you down forever,
But you rode upon a steamer to the violence of the sun.”
Perhaps she was there, with all the purple fishes.