TITLE: Two Worlds Collided
AUTHOR: Ragna (writinggoddess@aol.com)
RATING: FRT
PART OF: Musically Inclined
CLASSIFICATION: Buffy/Devon flirting
SPOILERS: Uh...set way deep in season 4 or 5.
DISTRIBUTION: Slay This, Other sites with my fic up. Everyone else just keep my name on it and let me know.
DISCLAIMER: If you don't recognize it, chances are it's my own creation. If you do, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Kazui Sandollar, FOX and the WB own it or them. I'm just holding Spike hostage. Carolyn's got Xander, May's got Oz, Cathryn's got Ethan, Nikki's got Giles and Shelly has Angel. Gillian, for the hell of it, has Ewan McGregor, but she shares with Rae. You may see them by appointment only. The song is INXS "Never Tear Us Apart."
FEEDBACK: Sorry I'm not home right now I'm walking in the spiderwebs so leave a message and I'll call you back...in other words, I want it. Don't care if it's onlist or not.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: From my own sick mind...Buffy POV.

***

I can't believe I let Oz talk me into this.

I mean, he knew I could sing. And that I could sing well. So he was the one that talked me into taking this class. And he was the one who talked me into singing an INXS song.

And he was the one who neglected to tell me Devon was going to join the class at the last minute.

I should murder him for that.

The music begins, and I let my eyes focus on anyone except Devon.

I know my voice isn't as great as it could be.

I mean, compared to his...

I shake my head slightly, wondering about why I can't look at him. He's not that great looking...who am I kidding?

He's not as gorgeous as Angel, or as sweet as Riley...or even as intriguing as Spike, much as I hate to admit it.

But he is...Devon. I've talked to him in this class and a few others, but that's it. He's smarter than he appears, and multitalented. I walked past one of the open practice rooms and there he was practicing a classical music piece on the piano.

And he just seems so...interesting at times. He is mysterious; I don't know much about him, except what Oz tells me. Which is mostly stories of him with groupies and the like.

I wonder if he's trying to give me a hint?

I shake my head and realize I missed a beat, but it's okay. I just catch it up when I start the next line.

And finally I look at him.

His face is totally unreadable. That's how it always is; I can't tell anything just by looking at him.

Damn, he's almost exactly like Oz sometimes.

I try to peel my eyes away from his but find it's nearly impossible. He's got such beautiful eyes...

He wearing a wifebeater and loose jeans, with a short sleeved button down shirt. You can sort of see his muscles, etched as they are. His hair's done perfectly, but it still has a wild look to it.

He looks so perfect, but he isn't and I know it. He's just...whatever.

He's smiling!

I don't know why that makes me so happy. But it does. He's smiling and I notice that he's mouthing the words along as I sing them, looking straight at me.

God...I feel weak in the knees. I get this way every time I see him at the Bronze. Every time I see him walk across the campus, groupies trailing behind.

And when he sees me he looks but never smiled, never came towards me. Just let me walk by.

But today...right now...he smiled.

***

"Buffy?"

I spin around and almost crash into him. He reaches out to steady me and I'm surprised to feel how warm he is. "Devon...I'm sorry."

"You like INXS? You sing them well..."

"Yeah..." God, I'm blushing.

"You should get Elegantly Wasted. You'd like it, I think." And then he walked away.

Wow...he knows my name! I don't think I've been this happy in a long time...

"Hey! Buffy...Dingoes is doing a thing at the Bronze tonight. Cover tunes...are you going?"

I just nod, then watch as he smiles and walks away again.

I'm going to be floating down the hall...