Fic: Not All Angels Have Wings (1/?)
Aothur: TJ Theriault
Pairings: Buffy/Xander, Rory/Tristan, and Willow/Kennedy, just to make it happier
Rating: Nothing worse than what both UPN and the WB show every night.
Discaimer: I don't own Buffy or Gilmore Girls, but as far as I can see, I do own this idea for a fic.
Feedback: Tell me if you like it, tell me what you hate about it, but unless you want me to hunt you down and make you watch a week's worth of Barney and Teletubbies, don't flame me.
Spoilers: If you know Dawn, Tara, the Buffy cast, and Charlie from Dawson's Creek (also not mine), then you're okay. If not, no worries. I'm the exposition ninja, so you'll know by the time the story's done. You just won't realize it. As for Gilmore girls, as long as you know Tristan and the rest of the cast, you're fine.
Summary: This a fluffy start to A Buffy/Gilore Girls crossover. This is the Buffy part. If people like it, I'll write the darker Gilmore Girls part. Yes, that's right, I said the darker #Gilmore Girls# part. I'm insane, it's what I do. If people don't like this, I'll stiil write the sequel, I just won't post it.
Notes: You may see a vamp or two, but only as comic releif or to show how good the Scoobies are at slaying them. Even vamps have summer vacations. For the purposes of this story, assume a few things. First, assume that Charlie and Tristan are cousins (it's a fic cliche, but it's a convient flic cliche), and that Charlie's joined another band that is curenntly on tour. Second, assume that Rory and Laurelai can afford to go to LA on vacation, or that Emily Gilmore has had a sudden change of heart and is funding the trip. Third, assume that Rory decided that being Chilton's Vice President wasn't worth it, so she left right after Sookie's wedding, so Jess didn't get his welcome back kiss (all together now: AWWWWW!!!!). Also, # = stressed, because I don't like using italics. = thoughts, because I'm already using #.
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"Are we there yet?" came the whining voice of the woman occupying the passenger's side seat. It had been a long road trip, with many stops, but they'd all been worth it. They were going to LA, after all. Beaches, surfing, and most importantly, all the shoes you can buy! Mmmm, shoes...

"Stop whining, mom," said Rory Gilmore, letting out what felt like the millionth sigh since the beginning of their 'voyage of self discovery'. Her mom may have been her best friend, but it sometimes felt like Rory was the mother and Lorelia was her daughter. "Besides, it was your idea to drive. I wanted to fly, but noooo! You had to see America!" Taking a deep, calming breath, Rory yelled triuphantly when the 'Welcome To Sunnydale' sign appeared before them, seemly out of nowhere. Sunnydale? Sounds peaceful.

"What's wrong with wanting to see America?" asked Lorelia, ever so innocently. "I thought you might want to see what this country has to offer, besides Hell and Harvard."

Rory had to chuckle for a moment at the passive way that her mother could sneak the word 'hell' into an average sentence. Hell was their personal nickname for Chilton, the private school that Rory's grandmother Emily had agreed to pay for so that her granddaughter could go to an Ivy Leauge school like Harvard, not become a teenage mother like Lorelia. "I wouldn't mind as much if we'd stopped at some art museums along the way here, but c'mon, you have to admit that some of those so called 'tourist attractions' left a little bit to be desired."

"You seemed to like the Rock 'N' Roll Hall of Fame," Lorelai said in defense. They'd rested in Cleaveland, and Rory knew that her friend Lane would never forgive her if they didn't at least take pictures of Buddy Holly's glasses and one of Elvis' jumpsuits. They'd piked up a few CDs along their voyage for her as well, moslty concert bootlegs of bands that only she would listen to, which would become a proud part of her collection, hidden under the flooboards in her room, away from Mama Kim's disapproving eyes. "Besides, we stopped at the Grand Canyon, didn't we?"

Rory laughed for a minute, remembering how Lorelia had gotten the 'depressed' mule on their ride down to the Colerado river. They'd even taken a picture of 'Eyore' to show the folks back home. "Yes, but for every Grand Canyon that we went to, there was something insane, like The Biggest Ball of Twine in Minnesotta."

"I still say the one in Denver was bigger," Lorelia said with a smile.

"Hopeless," Rory mumbled, before seeing a small sign up ahead. "The Expresso Pump?" Rory's face lit up. "COFFEE!!!" she yelled, making a sudden stop and turning into the nearest parking lot. To the Gilmores, coffee was their life blood, their haven from the world's troubles, their very reason for living. Forget peacful. This place is paradise.

"Coffee?!" Lorelia asked excitedly, bolting up and out of the car as sonn as it was parked.

Again, Rory laughed, seeing how childlike her mother could be. "I'll get us a table while you get us the usual!" she yelled, sitting down at the nearest available seat, at a table next to one with a short brunette sitting at it that started chuckling at Lorelia's behavior.

"Good idea!" came Lorelia's reply. Running up to the surprisingly available counter, she yelled out, "Two cofees! No half anything, no lattes, just two large, black coffees!" The man behind the counter quickly filled the order, handing the two cups to a still out of breath Loreila. "Good boy," she said, handing him the money, along with a two dollar tip. "For the prompt service," she explained.

"Is she always like that?" asked the brunette, sipping her iced cappauchino quietly.

"You should see her at home with our usual coffee guy," Rory said with a laugh. "I swear, if we didn't give him more business in a week then most people would in a year, we probably wouldn't have a regular coffee guy."

"My sister's the same way with chocolate," the girl replied. "Easter's her favourite holiday."

Rory laughed at that. "Hers too! Between that and the coffee, she's usually so high on sugar that she could give flying lessons!" She offered the girl her hand. "My name's Rory, by the way, and that's Lorelia," Rory said, pointing at her mother, who was presently trying to balance the two coffees on the tray she's been given.

"It must be great, having a sister like that," the brunette said, shaking Rory's hand. "Buffy's always too busy working to goof around."

"She's not my sister," Rory said with a smile. "She's my mom." Working off the girl's confused look, Rory explained. "She was still a teenager when she had me." Tilting her head, she blurted out, "What kind of name is Buffy, anway?"

"Dunno," said the girl. "We used to live in LA, so I'm guessing it was something in the water." She smiled politely and laughed at her own joke. "My name's Dawn, by the way. Dawn Summers"

End Part One
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Hope you enjoyed it. Should I post more? As for the twine balls, the one in Minesotta's true, but I'm a Canadian, so Denver was the first out of the way place I could think of for a giant ball of twine (no offense to anyone from or with family in Denver). The next part will have more Buffy characters, I swear!