Scenes From a Life Not Lived: Earshot
by Trekker

So, she can read minds, now? Wow, that’s fascinating. I mean, I know, I know, it’s not all it’s made out to be, but still... wow, she can probably hear all this right now... that must be annoying... I mean, everyone’s probably thinking the same stuff I am right now... wonder if it’s like an echo or something? I wonder if she hears my thoughts in my voice, or in hers? I wonder if she gets the mental images at the same time, or just the words? Or the feelings? And do we really think in words, or just abstract ideas, anyway? I mean, thoughts can’t *just* be words, cause babies think... I think... do they?

Damn, Buffy, if you’re listening, I swear my thoughts are not usually this inane. Well, actually, they are. More so, even. I mean, I’ve been known to walk outside and think “Wow, the sky is blue!” Which, to be fair, I usually only think if it’s *especially* blue that day, but still...

Ok, ok, this is a problem, think solutions... well, I have a few texts on spells of mind control, but this isn’t really the same thing, although maybe I could find a way to modify one to block the telepathy, or buffer it maybe? Ugg, admit it, Jenny, that’s a stretch. Might as well just turn her whole brain off, that would be easier... oh, shoot, she heard that... no, no, I just meant... you know what I meant, you’re the one who can read minds here...

Oh good, she’s distracted by Xander. Hee, Xander. I bet I know what’s going through *his* brain right now. Yeah, teenaged boys, they’re so predictable. It’s just all sex, all the time. Of course, it was probably the first thing to jump into his mind, cause it’d be the last thing he’d want to be thinking of, and hey, after that, it’s like, well, you know what they say about not thinking about pink elephants.

Ok, enough about sex, move on Jenny, think magic and spells and--NO DON’T THINK ABOUT LAST NIGHT!!! Shit. No, I’m not thinking this I’m thinking about...

Mmm, Rupert. The things that man can do with that tongue... should be illegal, I swear...

Nonono, back up...

Shit, shit, Buffy can hear everything you’re thinking right now so don’t... remember that night he let me handcuff him to the bed and lick whipped cream off of his entire body, and I do mean *entire*, oh that was fun... And that time we were hopped up on band candy and had sex in that skanky bar... well, actually, it was practically *on* that skanky bar... And great, now I’m getting all turned on... and--

You know, I’ve never actually *seen* a deer caught in headlights, and yet that is the ONLY metaphor I can really come up with at the moment for that expression on Buffy’s face and I think I’ll just go... over there. Or possibly back to my classroom. Or back home. Or... maybe another planet is the best bet.

Cause I really don’t think Buffy needs to know about that devastatingly sexy sound Rupert makes when I--

That’s it, I’m outta here.

The End
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