Girl Inside My Head
By SecondSlayer

TITLE: Girl Inside My Head (a songfic, the song being Girl Inside My Head by Blues Traveler, from the album Bridge.)
AUTHOR: SecondSlayer
EMAIL: secondslayer@hotmail.com
RATING: PG
DISCLAIMER: I didn't do it, nobody saw me, you can't prove anything. I didn't touch him, officer, honestly. Nothing belongs to me, I just borrowed it, and I had it all dry-cleaned before I returned it. Joss, ME, powers that be, yada yada.
NOTE: The basic idea is that Buffy and Giles' daughter, having been thrown back in time (something I'm writing a longer piece about, I just liked this little scene too much to wait) and seeing them not being as coupley as she'd expect, decides to give them a song-based nudge in the right direction.


It had been Wesley’s idea that they all go to the demon bar during their visit. A human woman that none of them had seen before took the stage.

"This song is responsible for my being here, as it’s the song that made my parents realise that they should stop worrying what other people thought and admit their feelings to each other. I’ve changed a few of the words. This is by Blues Traveler."

When all is said and done
I wish I needed no one
Never was up to me
Just something in his way that sets me free
It seems so easy

And yeah I try to pay attention
But there's only four things running through my mind

How hard will it be if he is nice to me?
How bad will it get if I let him get to know me?
Should he see the willing dog or should I be a jungle cat?
And most of all, my god, how does he make his eyes do that?
And I don't need another guy inside my head
Guy inside my head

Buffy smiled, her mind drifting first to Angel’s eyes and then to the sparkle in Giles’ when he smiled. She thought of sitting in the library, trying to pay attention to what he was telling her while her mind was wandering across the forbidden terrain of whatdoeshelooklikenaked. She glanced sideways at him and let her mind wander to that happy place.

"Ripper, be brave." I say inside
As I won't take a bite from the apple that she gave me
But that's not what I'm after
Still all along, my mother's voice singing "Treat her like a lady"

And yeah I try to pay attention
But there's only four things running through my mind

Buffy blinked, had she said Ripper? Did she know them? She imagined Giles dressed as Ripper but still stammering over asking her out. The thought made her tremble.

Giles merely looked a little uncomfortable. He could tell there was *something* wrong about the girl on stage. She looked familiar somehow, but he couldn’t place her. One thing he was sure of, she was trying to put a spell on him, to make him want to take advantage of Buffy.

Part of his mind laughed at him and pointed out the dreams he’d been having, of Buffy wanting to really comfort him, begging for his forgiveness for the things she’d done, and being so very grateful, begging him to take her love in return.

How hard will it be if she is nice to me?
How bad will it get if I let her get to know me?
Should she see the willing dog or should I be a jungle cat?
And most of all, my god, how does she make her eyes do that?
And I don't need another girl inside my head
Girl inside my head

I'm not the only one to write her letters
It doesn't matter anyhow
The question isn't if but...

He knew his love for Buffy was wrong, but he couldn’t keep telling himself there was nothing there. Fathers love indeed, wanting so badly to make love to her, had Travers ever loved a woman? He knew if she made a move he would be defenceless. He wanted to be defenceless against her.

Who was he kidding? With Angel standing next to her, and the array of attractive young men in the room, all of whom already knew that there were demons…

Buffy however was wondering exactly how hard certain things would get, her cheeks flushing, looking sideways at Giles’ strained expression.

How hard will it be if she is nice to me?
How bad will it get if I let her get to know me?
Should she see the willing dog or should I be a jungle cat?
And most of all, my god, how does she make her eyes do that?

How hard will it be if he is nice to me?
How bad will it get if I let him get to know me?
Should he see the willing dog or should I be a jungle cat?
And most of all, my god, how does he make his eyes do that?
And I don't need another guy inside my head
Guy inside my head

Giles turned away, went to get drinks.

"She wasn’t that bad a singer," Buffy said, glancing at Angel. Angel didn’t answer, he was staring at the fact that Giles’ trayful of drinks included a glass of blood.

"Giles…"

"Thank you," Angel said, quietly, not moving, just staring at the glass. Was he forgiven?

"Giles?" Buffy looked up at him, something in her eyes he’d never seen before, not… not directed at him, anyway. He downed his scotch, looked her in the eyes again. He couldn’t say anything. Angel stared into his glass, slowly wandered away. He needed to talk to the host.

"So, watcher-mine. You think ‘Ripper’ was one of the changed words?"

"Undoubtedly. Whoever that young lady was… she’s playing with us."

"Maybe she just wants ‘Ripper’ to make a move on someone who really wants him."

"Buffy, there isn’t anyone. As you have said yourself many times, I’m old, it’s ‘eeew’"

"That’s called jealousy, Giles." He blinked, went for another scotch or three. Buffy sighed and tried to spot the girl amongst the others as she danced, but the girl was long gone. She wondered, once she got home, if her parents had been too far back to see her clearly, or if they'd just decided not to say anything.