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Summary: Xander/Dawn oneshot/songfic post Chosen

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BtVS/AtS Non-Crossover > Romance > Dawn/XanderCrazyDanFR711,437075,15128 Jun 0628 Jun 06Yes
A story about a man who went to Africa
BTVS post chosen songfic

Disclaimer: Neither the song in this story or the charactes mentioned are mine.

“You two are sure you want me tell you this story again?” He sighed. “Right stupid question.”

He began the story. “Once upon a time there was a man who had to go to Africa. This man was a normal man who fought against things normal men didn't fight. This man also had many friends who were...different. One was a man of unquestionable knowledge, another was a witch of unbelievable power, two were female Warriors that had been Chosen to fight the darkness, and the last was a girl whose very life defied logic and was a miracle in and of itself.” He chuckled.

“As I said, there was a man who had to go to Africa. Due to things he and his friends had done, a great number of girls all around the world had been given a destiny. While they may not have wanted their new destiny, it was undeniable. The world had changed overnight and the Man and his friends had to go their separate ways to help people on their new paths. You always try to clean up your own messes right? Good. Though if anyone asks, yes we meant to do that and it was supposed to happen that way.”

He paused, and continued the story. “So the man went to Africa. Things there are a lot better now than they were when he had gone. It was a much rougher place before. For you see the man had his mission, and to him it was an important one. In his mind, it was the only thing he had left that was still his. For you see the man had lost his home, his family and the girl he once loved. He had his friends, but they too had their own missions. He had to find the girls who had been given a destiny, and it was never an easy task to do so.”

“The man was ill-prepared when he went to Africa. He had to learn many languages, dialects, tribal customs, traditions, what to eat and drink, what not to eat and drink. And more importantly how to stay healthy for Africa was a place far different from his former home. Some people referred to parts of Africa as the Heart of Darkness. The man soon learned the truth of it for Africa was a dark place even on the sunniest of days. So the man learned and became strong. He did it for his mission and he did it for his friends.”

“His friends, they tried to keep in contact but it was difficult with him going from country to country, desert to jungle to grass plains. The best he could do was set up a system of mail-drops, a couple of lucky phone calls and a crack at an old computer now and again. Over time the others, save for one stopped writing for anything except for details on his mission. The one who kept writing him managed a long, detailed letter every month, telling the man of her life and how things were for her. The man wrote back what he could when he could but it wasn't much or as often as he liked.

This went on for a little over six years. The man had changed greatly. What he had seen and done had a great affect on him. His heart had held little of what it had before, now it was strong, yes but hard. He carried with him his mission, his anger and a sadness. The Man truly missed who he used to be.”

After Six and a half years the letters, they finally stopped. Instead, the Woman sent herself. The man welcomed the familiar but changed face.

Yes the Man had changed, but so had She. And all for the better in the Man's eyes. She came to Africa, She worked alongside the Man and the sorrows in the man's heart lightened whenever She was around. Over the span of a year the Two worked together, strengthening and finalizing the foundations of trust and respect the man had laid all across the continent. The time had come for them to leave the handling of the Chosen to others that had been properly trained to guide and protect them as much as the Man had and more.

And so the Man and the Woman had to go back Home. A place neither had truly been to before since the loss of their true home. Due to what the man had been exposed to in Africa, he was forced to spend a week in Quarantine.

A whole week without Her.

The sorrows burdened his heart again in Her absence. Even burdened with such sorrow, the man had little to do but try and catch up with the world around him. For while he had changed in the almost eight years in Africa, the world had changed an even greater amount. So the man did what he could to understand what had happened to the 'real world' in his absence.”

“It was during this effort to understand the changes of the world that the Man heard IT. THE SONG that forever changed his life. A song can mean a lot of different things to different people. For some it's just a song but for others it takes on a life of it's own, it becomes a personal thing. The Man heard the SONG and he realized things about Her. Things that had been staring him in the face even though his heart was too burdened to understand them. For you see, the Man had been what others used to call him, a Fool.”

“As soon as he was able to leave Quarantine he did. He gathered as much of his 'back-pay' as he could at the time and went to the biggest jewelry store in all of London. He had to find the right ring for Her, and find it He did. For you see, He needed the Woman in his life, She had become his life. She was the one who brought the laughter back, the one who wasn't afraid of him because of secondhand rumors.”

“He took her out to dinner, then back to their temporary hotel rooms. He played the Song and proposed to Her. She said yes. The song had helped her understand his feelings, for they were words he himself always had trouble with.”

“They were married six months later, much to the protests of some of the others who were once his friends. They had read the reports of things he had seen and done. Such tales were not meant for the young and only should be told on a warm summer's day, but they were indeed wed. And the Man helped them understand by singing the same song after the wedding. Soon the others understood. Not like Her, but they understood enough not to cause any further arguments.”

“And that little ones, is where we are today. It's all about the Song isn't it? The words the man couldn't say himself until he found them elsewhere. I take it you want me to sing it? All right, but you two have to promise to go to sleep when I'm done. Good.”

Beautiful dawn
Lights up the shore for me.
There is nothing else in the world,
I'd rather wake up and see (with you).
Beautiful dawn
I'm just chasing time again.
Thought I would die a lonely man, in endless night.

But now I'm high; running wild among all the stars above.
Sometimes it's hard to believe you remember me.

Beautiful dawn
Melt with the stars again.
Do you remember the day when my journey began?
Will you remember the end (of time)?
Beautiful dawn
You're just blowing my mind again.
Thought I was born to endless night, until you shine.

High; running wild among all the stars above.
Sometimes it's hard to believe you remember me.

Will you be my shoulder when I'm grey and older?
Promise me tomorrow starts with you,
Getting high; running wild among all the stars above.
Sometimes it's hard to believe you remember me “

The Man finished singing and smiled looking down at his children, Their children.

From behind a mostly closed door standing in the hall, Dawn Harris looked on at her Husband and twin daughters Joyce and Jesse. She had a smile on her face. The Man always sang The Song so well.


Song Credits:
Title: 'High'
Artist: James Blunt
Album: Back to Bedlam

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