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Title: I Could’ve Danced All Night.
Name: Melpomene
Address: amadan@sinister.co.uk
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don’t own Spike or Willow, Joss and his people do. I don’t know exactly who owns the song, I guess the "My Fair Lady" people do.
Feedback: Love it, I accept everything.
Note: This is a truly silly little piece of fiction, I thought of it in the wee hours of the morning while I was listening to the song and I just had to indulge the whim. Don’t worry I am heavily medicated.
Spike was positively skipping as he made his way through the night. The air hummed and he knew the tune, it made him smile. He’d been going to the exact same place every night for the past week to do the exact same thing.
Ever since he’d started working for the Slayer he’d become more and more fascinated by the Witch. But he had to say, the fist time he’d noticed her was when he’d kidnapped her last year and she stood there stuttering at him. It was adorable. Since then she would always have a smile for him, tentative true but nevertheless her ready trust made him feel less lonely.
He was outside her dormatory now and he looked up to the window he knew was hers. The lights weren’t on inside but it didn’t matter.
He sang:
I have often walked down this street before
But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before
All at once am I several stories high
Knowing I’m on the street where you live
He flipped the top hat onto his head. Gene Kelly couldn’t have done it with more flare.
Are there lylock trees in the heart of town
Can you here a lark in any other part of town
Does enchantment pour out of every door
No it’s just on the street where you live.
He kicked his heels and leapt onto the park bench nearby tipping it over. He’d seen too many musicals with Fred Astair in them.
And oh that towering feeling
Just to know somehow you are near
The over-powering feeling
That any second you may suddenly appear
He sang to the window envisioning her standing there, her green eyes shining with the humour he always saw whenever he made a jibe directed at the pansy she called her best friend. Her hair would be loose framing her pale face and her lips would be quirked in an undeniable smile.
People stop and stare they don’t bother me
For there’s no where else on earth that I would rather be
Let the time go by I won’t care if I can be here on the street where you live
People did stare at him, a few would watch as he sang his song and danced his dance. All he had to do was growl at them with his game face on and they usually scurried away before the end of his routine.
Let the time go by I won’t care if I can be here on the street where you live
Here on that street where you live.
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Willow watched as the fool outside pranced about. "Ponce." But she left the window smiling and whistling the catchy tune.
The End.
(Talk about a song for stalkers.)
