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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Angel(us)/Buffy
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
2,708
Reviews:
4
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Anything But Ordinary
Disclaimer and all that other good stuff in chapter one!
Chapter Two – Anything But Ordinary
A soft breeze picked up and the young man shivered a little as he continued on his way home. He stood about 5’11’’ tall with brown hair and dark brown eyes. As he rounded the corner he caught the faint smell of garlic and oregano as he passed by the local Italian Restaurant.
Walking the few remaining feet he entered the ornate black gate that surrounded the front of the brownstone he lived in for the past 5 years. Taking two at a time he reached the top of the stairs and then unlocked the heavy wood door. Entering the outer hallway he felt a slight change in temperature and kicked off his shoes by the door.
Finally entering the interior of the house he sighed softly as a warm heat surrounded him and the smell of cinnamon and nutmeg filled his sense. He always loved this time of year. The cool autumn breezes, the leaves changing colors and his one of his favorite people in the world could always be found in the kitchen. Padding softly down the corridor he leaned against the door frame as he watched an older woman standing no more than 5’6’’ tall with dark brown eyes and short silver hair putter around the kitchen.
“Hey Grandma”
“Oh child, you know better than to sneak up an old woman like that” she said
A soft Irish lilt could be heard in the old woman’s voice. She then walked over to the young boy; he leaned down as she placed a chaste kiss on his cheek and then moved back over to the oven to check on whatever was baking inside.
“So did you enjoy your walk?”
“I did…”
She turned around to see him chewing softly on his lip as though he was debating on whether or not to say whatever it was that he was thinking. At that moment she decided to make the decision for him.
“What’s on your mind boy?”
“Huh? What?”
Raising an eyebrow in question she threw him a look that said ‘you know what’ Sighing heavily knowing that he there was no way she’d let him leave the room now until he shared what exactly was on his mind.
“Sometimes I just can’t help but wonder how things would’ve turned out if things were different…”
“Oh sweetheart, you can’t keep on dwelling what could’ve been but on what might and will be”
Sighing softly he knew this it was just sometimes it didn’t feel like enough, like there should be more to it all… more to his situation, more to everything that happened, more to life…
“I know I just can’t help but feel like I missing something… I don’t know maybe I’m just missing Lizzy more than usual today…”
The old woman’s eyes softened instantly. It was no secret how secret how close the two siblings were. They did quarrel just like any other brother and sister but with both their parents working all the time there was also an unusual but close knit friendship there that would never be broken. Noticing that her grandson was looking at her expectantly she raised a soft silver eyebrow in question.
“Soooo… Did I get anything… you know in the mail today?”
The older woman just smiled softly to herself. She knew how much the boy missed his home and his family. It was such a tragedy when her daughter was lost in that car accident at such a young age but then to leave a family behind as well was even more of a heartbreak.
“Why I believe you did…” she trailed off deciding to play with him just a bit
“Grandma…” the young man whined knowing that his grandmother was just teasing him
“Yes, a package did come for you today which surprised me to say the least your birthday isn’t for another few weeks. None the less I put it up in your room. On your bed is where you should find it”
The sound of a young man bounding up the stairs two at a time could be heard before she even finished getting out her statement. The old woman just smiled and shook her head. It was such a shame that her sweet boy had to be separated from his sister but there was nothing anyone could really do. Anne Kiernan rued the day that her daughter ever met Hank Summers.
+ + + + +
Mahogany colored eyes grew glassy and bright at the sight of the package that lay on the bed. It had been almost three months since the last package and he was beginning to fear that his sister had either forgotten about him or something worse… Shuddering slightly at the thought he instantly pushed it away and headed straight for the bed.
Sitting down tentatively as the bed shifted and settled he reached for the package with long elegant fingers and reverently traced the lettering of the return address. He could remember the first time he received a package like this. Just like the first time he returned home from a walk and discovered it laying on his bed but then he had no idea how personal the content was that lay inside.
Turning it over in his hands he carefully opened it and pulled out what lay inside; a letter and a cassette tape. Smiling slightly at the cassette he put it to the side knowing that he would listen to it after reading the letter. Reaching or the piece of paper frowning slightly noticing that it was no longer than a page. Shrugging it off he unfolded it and began to read frowning as his sister called him by the name he hated…
Hey Patrick,
I know it’s been awhile since I’ve last written but it’s been a bit crazy around here. Hank hasn’t been around too much and when he is you know how I try to make myself scarce. I’ve actually doing pretty well… so there’s no need to worry. But I do promise to send a picture next time just so you can see. : )
Oh my god there is so much to tell you, Lindsey actually scored that majorly posh job with that totally prominent law firm. Wolfram and Hart I think it was. Well anyway he has been beyond excited about it. In fact he’s even moved into The Crescent Arms. I mean he’s only 21 so he’s really proud of himself, I kinda think we all are. So that’s been a bit of an event.
Now before you even begin to wonder about Doyle, he’s been just fine and he also is just about to open this awesome new club in L.A. It’s actually becoming pretty popular. He named it Metamorphosis; I came up with the name. : )
And as for Dru and Fred, they’re still my best girls and are doing fine. Fred of course made the National Honors Society AGAIN! I swear that girl is going to become like a rocket scientist or something. As for Dru she’s still into all that Tarot Card stuff and reading the stars… it’s kinda freaky sometimes but that’s Dru. I kinda think that’s why we love her so much… probably part of her charm.
Summer vacation is just about over and another year at Sunnydale High will begin. But this time I’ll be a senior! YAY ME! I miss you my little brother, I was thinking maybe I could visit you know… during Christmas vacation. Nothing is set in stone yet but its idea.
You let me know when you write back. Also how are those friends of yours, I was so glad to see from your last letter that you’d finally made some. What were there names again? Amy and Kendra? Let me know what Grandma thinks of the idea and you too.
I miss you…
Your Sister Much Love;
‘Lizabeth
P. S. DON’T FORGET THE CASSETTE. : )
Patrick just smiled at the letter while finally breathing a sigh of relief. Everything seemed to be flowing smoothly out in California and hopefully everything would be back to the way it should be. Soon his sister would be legal and leave California and come out to New York to finally be with him. Smiling softly at the idea he got up from the bed and padded softly across the plush blue carpet over to his stereo.
He slipped the cassette into the tape deck and pressed play. As he walked across the room and plopped back down softly onto the bed all that could be heard was the soft hum of empty tape until his sisters’ voice softly chimed throughout the room…
::Laughing softly:: Hey do you remember when we were younger and we always wanted to be some type of super hero. That we never wanted to be normal or boring, life for us always had to be exciting one twist and turn after the other…
... Mom always said life was better that way…
Patrick couldn’t help but notice how her voice hitched whenever she mentioned their mother. He missed his mother dearly and even still cried sometimes for her but it just didn’t hit him as hard anymore. He guessed since ‘Lizabeth lost her just before she needed her most it hurt more.
… Anyway I was just sitting at the Santa Monica Pier when this song came to me. I saw all these little kids running around, laughing and joking around with their parents and the sun was shinning down on everything as if it were smiling at all the joy that was occurring beneath it. Then with the waves crashing up against the shore and…then I got to thinking about mom and dad and their relationship and some of the fights. All the working they did to live well to provide for us…I don’t even know anymore.
It just made sense at the time…
// Sometimes I get so weird
I even freak myself out
I laugh myself to sleep
It's my lullaby
Sometimes I drive so fast
Just to feel the danger
I wanna scream
It makes me feel alive
Is it enough to love?
Is it enough to breath?
Somebody rip my heart out
And leave me here to bleed
Is it enough to die?
Somebody save my life
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please
To walk within the lines
Would make my life so boring
I want to know that I
Have been to the extreme
So knock me off my feet
Come on now give it to me
Anything to make me feel alive
Is it enough to love?
Is it enough to breath?
Somebody rip my heart out
And leave me here to bleed
Is it enough to die?
Somebody save my life
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please.
Let down your defenses
Use no common sense
If you look you will see
that this world is this beautiful
accident turbulent succulent
I'm feeling permanent
No way I won't taste it
Don’t wanna waste it away
Sometimes I get so weird
I even freak myself out
I laugh my self to sleep
It's my lullaby
Is it enough?
Is it enough?
Is it enough to love?
Is it enough to breath?
Somebody rip my heart out
And leave me here to bleed
Is it enough to die?
Somebody save my life
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please
Is it enough?
Is it enough to die?
Somebody save my life
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please. //
Patrick just smiled softly as the last few chords rang out into the room. He knew his sister was talented when it came to music but it seemed with each tape her music became that much better. Pressing rewind and then play he listened to his sisters’ voice the only way he could for the past five years.
Is it enough to love? … I'd rather be anything but ordinary please
End of Chapter Two
Chapter Two – Anything But Ordinary
A soft breeze picked up and the young man shivered a little as he continued on his way home. He stood about 5’11’’ tall with brown hair and dark brown eyes. As he rounded the corner he caught the faint smell of garlic and oregano as he passed by the local Italian Restaurant.
Walking the few remaining feet he entered the ornate black gate that surrounded the front of the brownstone he lived in for the past 5 years. Taking two at a time he reached the top of the stairs and then unlocked the heavy wood door. Entering the outer hallway he felt a slight change in temperature and kicked off his shoes by the door.
Finally entering the interior of the house he sighed softly as a warm heat surrounded him and the smell of cinnamon and nutmeg filled his sense. He always loved this time of year. The cool autumn breezes, the leaves changing colors and his one of his favorite people in the world could always be found in the kitchen. Padding softly down the corridor he leaned against the door frame as he watched an older woman standing no more than 5’6’’ tall with dark brown eyes and short silver hair putter around the kitchen.
“Hey Grandma”
“Oh child, you know better than to sneak up an old woman like that” she said
A soft Irish lilt could be heard in the old woman’s voice. She then walked over to the young boy; he leaned down as she placed a chaste kiss on his cheek and then moved back over to the oven to check on whatever was baking inside.
“So did you enjoy your walk?”
“I did…”
She turned around to see him chewing softly on his lip as though he was debating on whether or not to say whatever it was that he was thinking. At that moment she decided to make the decision for him.
“What’s on your mind boy?”
“Huh? What?”
Raising an eyebrow in question she threw him a look that said ‘you know what’ Sighing heavily knowing that he there was no way she’d let him leave the room now until he shared what exactly was on his mind.
“Sometimes I just can’t help but wonder how things would’ve turned out if things were different…”
“Oh sweetheart, you can’t keep on dwelling what could’ve been but on what might and will be”
Sighing softly he knew this it was just sometimes it didn’t feel like enough, like there should be more to it all… more to his situation, more to everything that happened, more to life…
“I know I just can’t help but feel like I missing something… I don’t know maybe I’m just missing Lizzy more than usual today…”
The old woman’s eyes softened instantly. It was no secret how secret how close the two siblings were. They did quarrel just like any other brother and sister but with both their parents working all the time there was also an unusual but close knit friendship there that would never be broken. Noticing that her grandson was looking at her expectantly she raised a soft silver eyebrow in question.
“Soooo… Did I get anything… you know in the mail today?”
The older woman just smiled softly to herself. She knew how much the boy missed his home and his family. It was such a tragedy when her daughter was lost in that car accident at such a young age but then to leave a family behind as well was even more of a heartbreak.
“Why I believe you did…” she trailed off deciding to play with him just a bit
“Grandma…” the young man whined knowing that his grandmother was just teasing him
“Yes, a package did come for you today which surprised me to say the least your birthday isn’t for another few weeks. None the less I put it up in your room. On your bed is where you should find it”
The sound of a young man bounding up the stairs two at a time could be heard before she even finished getting out her statement. The old woman just smiled and shook her head. It was such a shame that her sweet boy had to be separated from his sister but there was nothing anyone could really do. Anne Kiernan rued the day that her daughter ever met Hank Summers.
+ + + + +
Mahogany colored eyes grew glassy and bright at the sight of the package that lay on the bed. It had been almost three months since the last package and he was beginning to fear that his sister had either forgotten about him or something worse… Shuddering slightly at the thought he instantly pushed it away and headed straight for the bed.
Sitting down tentatively as the bed shifted and settled he reached for the package with long elegant fingers and reverently traced the lettering of the return address. He could remember the first time he received a package like this. Just like the first time he returned home from a walk and discovered it laying on his bed but then he had no idea how personal the content was that lay inside.
Turning it over in his hands he carefully opened it and pulled out what lay inside; a letter and a cassette tape. Smiling slightly at the cassette he put it to the side knowing that he would listen to it after reading the letter. Reaching or the piece of paper frowning slightly noticing that it was no longer than a page. Shrugging it off he unfolded it and began to read frowning as his sister called him by the name he hated…
Hey Patrick,
I know it’s been awhile since I’ve last written but it’s been a bit crazy around here. Hank hasn’t been around too much and when he is you know how I try to make myself scarce. I’ve actually doing pretty well… so there’s no need to worry. But I do promise to send a picture next time just so you can see. : )
Oh my god there is so much to tell you, Lindsey actually scored that majorly posh job with that totally prominent law firm. Wolfram and Hart I think it was. Well anyway he has been beyond excited about it. In fact he’s even moved into The Crescent Arms. I mean he’s only 21 so he’s really proud of himself, I kinda think we all are. So that’s been a bit of an event.
Now before you even begin to wonder about Doyle, he’s been just fine and he also is just about to open this awesome new club in L.A. It’s actually becoming pretty popular. He named it Metamorphosis; I came up with the name. : )
And as for Dru and Fred, they’re still my best girls and are doing fine. Fred of course made the National Honors Society AGAIN! I swear that girl is going to become like a rocket scientist or something. As for Dru she’s still into all that Tarot Card stuff and reading the stars… it’s kinda freaky sometimes but that’s Dru. I kinda think that’s why we love her so much… probably part of her charm.
Summer vacation is just about over and another year at Sunnydale High will begin. But this time I’ll be a senior! YAY ME! I miss you my little brother, I was thinking maybe I could visit you know… during Christmas vacation. Nothing is set in stone yet but its idea.
You let me know when you write back. Also how are those friends of yours, I was so glad to see from your last letter that you’d finally made some. What were there names again? Amy and Kendra? Let me know what Grandma thinks of the idea and you too.
I miss you…
Your Sister Much Love;
‘Lizabeth
P. S. DON’T FORGET THE CASSETTE. : )
Patrick just smiled at the letter while finally breathing a sigh of relief. Everything seemed to be flowing smoothly out in California and hopefully everything would be back to the way it should be. Soon his sister would be legal and leave California and come out to New York to finally be with him. Smiling softly at the idea he got up from the bed and padded softly across the plush blue carpet over to his stereo.
He slipped the cassette into the tape deck and pressed play. As he walked across the room and plopped back down softly onto the bed all that could be heard was the soft hum of empty tape until his sisters’ voice softly chimed throughout the room…
::Laughing softly:: Hey do you remember when we were younger and we always wanted to be some type of super hero. That we never wanted to be normal or boring, life for us always had to be exciting one twist and turn after the other…
... Mom always said life was better that way…
Patrick couldn’t help but notice how her voice hitched whenever she mentioned their mother. He missed his mother dearly and even still cried sometimes for her but it just didn’t hit him as hard anymore. He guessed since ‘Lizabeth lost her just before she needed her most it hurt more.
… Anyway I was just sitting at the Santa Monica Pier when this song came to me. I saw all these little kids running around, laughing and joking around with their parents and the sun was shinning down on everything as if it were smiling at all the joy that was occurring beneath it. Then with the waves crashing up against the shore and…then I got to thinking about mom and dad and their relationship and some of the fights. All the working they did to live well to provide for us…I don’t even know anymore.
It just made sense at the time…
// Sometimes I get so weird
I even freak myself out
I laugh myself to sleep
It's my lullaby
Sometimes I drive so fast
Just to feel the danger
I wanna scream
It makes me feel alive
Is it enough to love?
Is it enough to breath?
Somebody rip my heart out
And leave me here to bleed
Is it enough to die?
Somebody save my life
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please
To walk within the lines
Would make my life so boring
I want to know that I
Have been to the extreme
So knock me off my feet
Come on now give it to me
Anything to make me feel alive
Is it enough to love?
Is it enough to breath?
Somebody rip my heart out
And leave me here to bleed
Is it enough to die?
Somebody save my life
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please.
Let down your defenses
Use no common sense
If you look you will see
that this world is this beautiful
accident turbulent succulent
I'm feeling permanent
No way I won't taste it
Don’t wanna waste it away
Sometimes I get so weird
I even freak myself out
I laugh my self to sleep
It's my lullaby
Is it enough?
Is it enough?
Is it enough to love?
Is it enough to breath?
Somebody rip my heart out
And leave me here to bleed
Is it enough to die?
Somebody save my life
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please
Is it enough?
Is it enough to die?
Somebody save my life
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please. //
Patrick just smiled softly as the last few chords rang out into the room. He knew his sister was talented when it came to music but it seemed with each tape her music became that much better. Pressing rewind and then play he listened to his sisters’ voice the only way he could for the past five years.
Is it enough to love? … I'd rather be anything but ordinary please
End of Chapter Two