TITLE: DON’T ASK ME
AUTHOR: vatwoman
RATING: G
PAIRING: B/G
SUMMARY: Giles is back in the UK and awaits the ‘Happy
Thanksgiving’ phone-call from
Buffy that he knows is going to come.
EXTRA STUFF: This started as an answer to Gileswench’s
Thanksgiving challenge. I had
a story all mapped out complete with all of the things
that Wenchie wanted in the fic – then I heard Giles’s
song ‘Standing in the Way’ from ep. ‘Once More With
Feeling.’ This is the result – my attempt at a
songfic! And hence the reason why I’ve tried to make
this both rhyme (in places) and balance, in terms of
the number of syllables per line.
FEEDBACK: Yes please. To: vatwoman@yahoo.co.uk

As a boy I saw my father as:
a good man, a strong man, a proud man.
As a man I saw him falter to:
a pale shell, a hard shell, a cold shell.
Never speaking of his loss.
And I lost you.
So when you call ….
 

…. Don’t ask me
       “How are you?”
                              “You know damn well.”
       “How is life?”
                              “A living hell.”
And I blame myself for this
Souls joined and then dismissed.
Worlds undone.
 

I walked away to make you see that:
you stand strong, you stand tall, you stand proud.
I walked away to make you see that:
I need time, I need breath, I need strength.
Never seeing what we’d lose.
And I miss you.
So when you call ….
 

…. Don’t ask me
       “Come back home?”
                               “My home is here.”
       “Come back now?”
                               “I’m needed here.”
And the strength I thought I’d found
Stands square on tainted ground.
Worlds denied.
 

Speak the oath made in a life since past:
to guide her, to train her, to watch her.
Speak the oath made in a life since lived:
to guide her, to train her, to aid her.
Never thinking that we’d lose.
And I know you.
So when you call ….
 

…. Don’t ask me
        “Who am I?”
                              “The Hand. The Steel.”
        “Who are you?”
                               “The Book. The Seal.”
And the Fates we can’t ignore
Have left us on these shores.
Worlds apart.
 

As a boy I saw me acting as:
the grocer, the pilot, the good son.
As a man I see me standing as:
the bulwark, the partner, the Watcher.
Never speaking of my loss.
And I love you.
So when you call ….
 

…. Don’t ask me
       “Are you mine?”
                             “A certain truth.”
        “Am I yours?”
                             “God, give me proof.”
And you’ll find me at your side
Forever at your side.
Worlds aligned.
 

END.
vatwoman
14th November 2001