Trojan Horse,
A Trojan War/Buffy Crossover
Setting LA 1996, About a year before Trojan War and 6 months before the Buffy episode 'Welcome to the Hellmouth'.
Leah looked down at her watch irritably. It had been the 5th time this week that Brad had been late for their daily lunch meeting. And she knew the reason why. That reason was 5 foot 3 had long silky blonde hair and was in the opinion of Leah the bastard offspring of a union between Satan and Eva Braun and in the opinion of most of the guys of Dewey High School, San Fernando the hottest babe to have ever lived. Brooke Kingsley.
Why the fact that Brad was lusting after some evil, useless girlie-girl airhead kept causing her to fantasise about committing homicide on the blonde was not something Leah could immediately answer. It was just that Brad was her best friend, had always been her best friend. How could she let him be used by the queen of the harpies? Still there were other feelings, unfamiliar feelings, feelings that worried her a bit, because she wasn't entirely sure what they meant…
'Hey man what's up?' Ah Seth and Josh. Great.
Leah in fact rather liked the two horny losers in a borderline schizoid way, but she just wasn't in the mood right now to listen to Josh give romantic 'advice' to Seth. Even Warren, the weird and bitter student that more or less ran the school physics department, whatever the teachers said had a better track record than the gruesome twosome in girl catching, and Leah had not been the only girl to deliver a swift knee to Warren's unmentionables after a chat up line that would have made a lounge lizard blush. Still better than Josh though, who at least had the brains to send in Seth first to be shot down.
'Where in the name of St. Jude is Brad?' Leah asked, feigning nonchalance. Please let it not be the vapid one!
'Oh he had to head to cheerleader practice. Heard Brooke was performing a few new moves' said Seth, heroically suppressing a leer.
'I see.' Give me a break.
She walked off smouldering.
In another part of the San Fernando Valley from Dewey and the deeply frustrated Leah another teenage girl was also feeling frustrated. Buffy Summers had just returned from a very brief stay under the observation of trained psychiatric professionals. A loony bin. Because Buffy had blabbed about the vampires. She had had to lie to get out, had to pretend that the vampires didn't exist. It hurt terribly, knowing she was right but not being believed. She had told her parents expecting to be taken as the truth.
Well that was a mistake she was not going to make again. From now on it would be her secret, her and Merick's of course. It was clear to Buffy that her parents had enough problems of their own to deal with. Buffy looked out at the world from her bedroom window. She suddenly for the first time in her life felt alone. Truly alone.
A Trojan War/Buffy Crossover
Setting LA 1996, About a year before Trojan War and 6 months before the Buffy episode 'Welcome to the Hellmouth'.
Leah looked down at her watch irritably. It had been the 5th time this week that Brad had been late for their daily lunch meeting. And she knew the reason why. That reason was 5 foot 3 had long silky blonde hair and was in the opinion of Leah the bastard offspring of a union between Satan and Eva Braun and in the opinion of most of the guys of Dewey High School, San Fernando the hottest babe to have ever lived. Brooke Kingsley.
Why the fact that Brad was lusting after some evil, useless girlie-girl airhead kept causing her to fantasise about committing homicide on the blonde was not something Leah could immediately answer. It was just that Brad was her best friend, had always been her best friend. How could she let him be used by the queen of the harpies? Still there were other feelings, unfamiliar feelings, feelings that worried her a bit, because she wasn't entirely sure what they meant…
'Hey man what's up?' Ah Seth and Josh. Great.
Leah in fact rather liked the two horny losers in a borderline schizoid way, but she just wasn't in the mood right now to listen to Josh give romantic 'advice' to Seth. Even Warren, the weird and bitter student that more or less ran the school physics department, whatever the teachers said had a better track record than the gruesome twosome in girl catching, and Leah had not been the only girl to deliver a swift knee to Warren's unmentionables after a chat up line that would have made a lounge lizard blush. Still better than Josh though, who at least had the brains to send in Seth first to be shot down.
'Where in the name of St. Jude is Brad?' Leah asked, feigning nonchalance. Please let it not be the vapid one!
'Oh he had to head to cheerleader practice. Heard Brooke was performing a few new moves' said Seth, heroically suppressing a leer.
'I see.' Give me a break.
She walked off smouldering.
In another part of the San Fernando Valley from Dewey and the deeply frustrated Leah another teenage girl was also feeling frustrated. Buffy Summers had just returned from a very brief stay under the observation of trained psychiatric professionals. A loony bin. Because Buffy had blabbed about the vampires. She had had to lie to get out, had to pretend that the vampires didn't exist. It hurt terribly, knowing she was right but not being believed. She had told her parents expecting to be taken as the truth.
Well that was a mistake she was not going to make again. From now on it would be her secret, her and Merick's of course. It was clear to Buffy that her parents had enough problems of their own to deal with. Buffy looked out at the world from her bedroom window. She suddenly for the first time in her life felt alone. Truly alone.