Rock Chick or Groupie?
Author: Star
Rating: PG 13 just in case. Nothing particularly bad, no worse than Buffy normally is.
Distribution: FF.net. Anywhere else, please ask first.
Feedback: Gimme gimme gimme! There's the review option, but anyone who mails, I will answer. Any suggestions for what you wanna see, put them in either. I will endeavour to include them, but (for once) I have a plotline.
Synopsis: AU fic. Buffy and Faith are sisters. Both go to Sunnydale High, then one day, a new guy shows up at school. A rock band is started and one of the sisters is asked to join. However, stardom brings many prices, and can the Summers girls figure out if it's love, or being a groupie?
Relationships: Kinda difficult, cos they change a lot. At present, the start, they go, W/O, B/A (A/N: Sorry, but it changes) X/A,G/F. Lindsay, Spike, and Doyle will all get tossed in the mix, and Wesley will make an appearance as Spike's uncle!
Chapter One -Who'd be a newbie?
'Faith! Butt out of bed! Now!" Buffy bellowed as she raced into Faith's room. Her nose wrinkled as she stepped in a bowl of something congealing there.
"Gross!" She complained, then continued. "Faith, did you take my red top?" The lump under the navy spread on the bed moved slightly.
"Go away," It said distinctly, then fell silent.
"Faith, stop taking my clothes!" Buffy yelled, and suddenly stooped, and plucked a wrinkled blue tee off the floor. "Faith!" she shrieked. The bedspread was thrown back, and the brunette struggled out from underneath, her hair rumpled, and her eyes blinking. That did not, however, detract from the look of rage on her face.
"Buffy, get the hell out of my room!" she hollered. Buffy ignored her.
"Faith, this is my new top! I haven't even worn this yet!"
"But you won't let me explain, I didn't borrow it!"
"Then who took it? Faith, don't lie to me!"
"Why don't you ask the girl who actually *likes* your clothes? I hate those boring pastels!"
"Dawn!" Buffy marched out of the room, towards Dawn's, and Faith grabbed clothes off the floor, and bundled them under her arm and moved quickly toward the bathroom. Dawn would kill her for ratting her out to Buffy.
Faith ran downstairs, and grabbed an apple from the bowl on the table. Her mother appeared in the doorway, dangling her backpack from her hand. And wearing an amused smile.
'Thanks, Mom," she said, kissing her cheek. Joyce hugged her.
'Have a nice day sweetie. A junior! That's pretty big," she replied, and squeezed Faith tight.
"Love you too Mom," she called, as she raced out of the door. Buffy wandered downstairs, and kissed her mother goodbye.
"Honey, you will watch out for Faith, won't you?" Joyce inquired. Buffy wrinkled her nose.
"Mom, Faith can take care of herself. Really. And seniors and juniors don't really mix. This is my last year, and I don't want Faith screwing it up," she complained.
""Okay, Buffy. I just wish you two girls would get along a little better," Joyce sighed, as her eldest moved out of the door.
Dawn raced down the stairs, and took the lunch bag out of her mother's hand.
"Hon, have a good day.." the door banged behind her youngest. "At school,' she finished sadly, and went back to the paper.
"Will!" Spike groaned, and rolled over onto his back. His father's voice called again.
"All right Dad, I'm up," he yelled, and glanced at himself in the mirror. He grimaced, and wiped a hand over his face. He had half an hour to get his new ass to school, and about an hour's worth of time needed. He started dressing.
"Ah, Will, nice to see you," Rupert said wryly, as he looked over the newspaper at his son, who was still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
"Yeah, hi Dad," Spike yawned. A friend back in England had given his nickname, but his father still persisted in calling him William.
"I suppose I have to lend you the car," his father asked, and Spike looked up, a grin lighting up his face.
'If you would..?" he asked hopefully. Rupert nodded. "Thanks, dad!" Spike picked up the car keys, and his bag, and waltzed out the door, whistling a new song he'd heard on the radio.
"Teenagers," Rupert muttered, shaking his head.
Faith walked through the halls, counting off the lockers until she reached her own. She glanced at the piece of paper with her combination printed on it, and whispered the number under her breath. She twirled the knob of the locker inexpertly, and it stuck. "Arrgh!" she yelled, and kicked it, hard.
"I wouldn't do that. Don't think it likes it, you see, luv,' said a laughing voice. Faith turned, and found herself looking up at a tall guy, blond, with bright blue eyes. She smiled back.
'Nah, most of the lockers have dents. Mine was worried it would stand out." The guy stared at the dent she'd made with her DM.
"It won't now," he commented, and lifted a fist. He banged on the door smartly, and it swung open.
"How d'ya do that?" she asked, incredulous. She'd spent two years fighting the damn things to get her books, and he had opened it in two seconds.
"Easy. They have 'em in England,too," he said cockily, and strolled up the corridor, and away. Faith stared at him for a second, then got back to gathering the books for class.
"Buffy Summers," the teacher droned. Buffy sat up with a start.
"Yes?' she said quickly. Various people tuned in, tittered. The teacher allowed herself a patronising smile.
"Nothing wrong, Summers, just that Principal Snyder wants you to guide a new student around for a couple of days," she said, a note of humour in her voice. Buffy fiddled with her tiny pearl stud.
"Go to the Principal's office in ten minutes. Your first class teacher will be informed." Buffy nodded, then settled back in her chair. What a drag. Guiding some new kid around, and she'd have to dump him or her on Willow, as the new squad tryouts would begin this lunchtime. And she could hardly leave Cordy alone on that front, could she? Buffy smiled, and scooped up her books, adjusting her pale pink silk camisole top critically. Who knew, maybe if the new student was a hottie, Angel could have some competition!
She swung her blond ponytail as she walked, already planning the new pyramid she would try.
Spike yawned, and tried to ignore the futile buzzing of a bluebottle dying on the windowsill. The nasty little man who had introduced himself as Principal Snyder was still walking back and forth in front of him, rambling about his record, and English decorum.
A tap at the door jolted Spike out of his reverie, and both heads turned to see a petite blond standing in the doorway.
"Miss French said you wanted to see me, sir," she said politely to Snyder. He stopped frowning, and smiled slightly.
"Yes. Mr Giles, may I introduce you to Miss Summers? She is one of the better students here at Sunnydale High, and will be helping you settle in. I hope she will be a good influence on you." He smiled again, sarcastically this time, and Spike grinned back equally sarcastically.
"Uh, yeah sir. We've got to get to class, I'm sure .." she looked at him inquiringly.
"William,' he supplied.
"*William* will settle right in. and there's football tryouts today," she smiled brightly at the short man, and hustled him out of the room.
'Miss Summers' led him outside to the corridor, and stuck out a hand.
Hi, I'm Buffy!" she smiled. He took in the big brown eyes, pretty blond hair, and tiny frame. He liked what he saw.
"Spike,' he replied. She frowned.
"I thought you said your name was William?" she asked, puzzled. He revised his opinion. She asked too many questions.
"It is. I mean, my birth certificate says William, my dad calls me Will, and I'm Spike to everyone else. Questions?" he said tersely. She stepped back a pace.
"No. Jeez!" she muttered, looking away. He carried on walking.
"Where's Bio with Ms French?" he asked, and she indicated. "Thanks," he said quickly, then strolled away.
Buffy stared after the rude new guy, and pouted. Being stuck with him when she could be with Angel would be highly annoying.
Faith sat at her desk, doodling cartoons in her notepad while the teacher droned about velocity and momentum. Gunn tapped her shoulder.
"What?" she asked. He held up his hands. "Hey, peace! I was just gonna ask, you want to work on the practical together, or what?" he grinned, as she swatted at him.
"Gunn, you're the only reason I'm failing physics . And you're only passing because you're dating the nerd! Which by the way," she continued, looking at the sweet, but hopeless Fred sitting at the front, 'Is completely wrong, but I will forgive you if you explain what exactly it is we're supposed to be doing!" He grinned, and stuck out his tongue at her.
"Crashin' trolleys, according to Mr Grady," he said, indicating the teacher, with a jerk of his thumb.
"Arrgh, Gunn, don't hold out on me now!" she said, through gritted teeth. "If I get one more D, my mom is gonna kill me! And ground me, which means ya gotta see Sweet Home Alabama by yourself, without me pretending to be your girlfriend so you can pretend you're just going to please me, instead of a thing for chick flicks," she said smugly, and sat back. Gunn was weak in one area only.
'Then I'll take Fred," he whispered, and sat back, having won the argument.
At lunch, Faith wandered out onto the school field as normal, with Gunn and her friends. When she was greeted with the sight of her sister in spandex, she groaned. She had forgotten the *oh so fun* tryouts today.
'C'mon guys, lets go back to the cafeteria,' she coaxed. Gunn, however, refused to be budged.
"Excuse me? You know how I feel about her, and seein' her in lycra ain't gonna make me want to tear myself away!" he protested. Doyle agreed.
"Yeah. Faith, your sister's a hottie. So deal, and park your butt, so we can gawk in amazement."
Reluctantly, Faith sat down on the bleachers, and watched. Bufy seemed t be running a bizarre torture session, involving most of the girls Gunn had been out with in their year.
"Uh, Gunn, do you think they appreciate being stared at by their ex?' she asked one eyebrow raised in a perfect imitation of Buffy. He shrugged.
'It's *lycra* , Faith! Who cares?" They watched as the stretches progressed into a routine Faith knew all too well. In junior high, she'd been all for school spirit, and following Buffy's footsteps, and the cheer she was using to test the girls was the one that they'd used in competitions in junior high. In fact, the one where Faith had got tossed, fallen, and broken her arm, she recalled. That had ended her brief flirtation with cheering.
To her intense embarrassment, Angel, Buffy's boyfriend, spotted them, and trotted over, with his friends.
"Hey," he said. She stared up at him.
'Yeah, hi," she muttered, and the three guys dropped onto the grass, and began a conversation with Gunn and Doyle, a little way off.
Kendra looked sideways at Faith.
"Still eating at you, huh?" she asked, sympathetically. Until a year ago, Kendra had been at an all girls public school, and it was only recently her English loosened up, and slang crept in.
Faith dropped her head, so her hair covered her face.
"No. Not really. It's more of, why the hell did I like him that way? feeling now, and that's good, right?" she asked. Kendra nodded.
"Hey guys!" Buffy's two best friends, Willow and Xander joined them. Willow was sucking on a Popsicle, and smiling brightly at Angel, but Xander's attention was wrapped up in his spandex covered girlfriend.
Angel's conversation swallowed up Xander and Willow as well, and Faith and Kendra were left to their own devises. Faith knew that Willow disliked Faith intensely, it had something to do with that excruciatingly embarrassing period of her life, when she'd gone after Angel hard. And all it had done was push him and her sister together.
The whistle Buffy was wearing blew, and the hopeful tryoutees breathed a sigh of relief. It was half time, so they could drink water, and stretch, before executing the cheer they had just learnt. Buffy strolled over to where they were, and Angel sprang up to greet her.
As they met, she held up her face to be kissed. He wrapped his arms around her, and held her closer. They kissed softly, and she smiled contentedly up at him.
"Mm, nice boyfriend, and the cheerleading squad to myself this year," she sighed, and leant against Angel, who buried his face in her hair.
"What do you mean?" asked Willow, who had been privy to many rants from Buffy about the uncreativity of joint captainhood. Buffy flashed a sunny smile.
"Cordelia didn't turn up for practise, and then I got a message via one of the newbies that she wasn't going to continue captaincy. Problems with relatives, or something,' she said vaguely, waving a hand. She turned back to Angel, and pulled him closer by tugging on his shirt.
"However, all with the good for Buffy! And I have the perfect boyfriend, and that totally cancels out the crumminess of the guy I have to baby-sit," she continued, wrinkling her nose. Angel gave her a questioning look.
"A really rude blond, called Spike. Total bad boy. Cute, if you like that kind of thing, which I don't. But mucho with the sarcasm!" Angel kissed the tip of her nose. Faith noticed several girls waiting for Buffy giving their captain envious looks. Faith had to admit with the popular and rich brunette gone, Buffy was a shoo-in for Queen of Homecoming, and the 'in' crowd at school.
Buffy wistfully bade goodbye to Angel, and trotted back over to the adoring crowd of girls awaiting her attentions. Faith sighed, and picked herself up, ready to go to class.
Author: Star
Rating: PG 13 just in case. Nothing particularly bad, no worse than Buffy normally is.
Distribution: FF.net. Anywhere else, please ask first.
Feedback: Gimme gimme gimme! There's the review option, but anyone who mails, I will answer. Any suggestions for what you wanna see, put them in either. I will endeavour to include them, but (for once) I have a plotline.
Synopsis: AU fic. Buffy and Faith are sisters. Both go to Sunnydale High, then one day, a new guy shows up at school. A rock band is started and one of the sisters is asked to join. However, stardom brings many prices, and can the Summers girls figure out if it's love, or being a groupie?
Relationships: Kinda difficult, cos they change a lot. At present, the start, they go, W/O, B/A (A/N: Sorry, but it changes) X/A,G/F. Lindsay, Spike, and Doyle will all get tossed in the mix, and Wesley will make an appearance as Spike's uncle!
Chapter One -Who'd be a newbie?
'Faith! Butt out of bed! Now!" Buffy bellowed as she raced into Faith's room. Her nose wrinkled as she stepped in a bowl of something congealing there.
"Gross!" She complained, then continued. "Faith, did you take my red top?" The lump under the navy spread on the bed moved slightly.
"Go away," It said distinctly, then fell silent.
"Faith, stop taking my clothes!" Buffy yelled, and suddenly stooped, and plucked a wrinkled blue tee off the floor. "Faith!" she shrieked. The bedspread was thrown back, and the brunette struggled out from underneath, her hair rumpled, and her eyes blinking. That did not, however, detract from the look of rage on her face.
"Buffy, get the hell out of my room!" she hollered. Buffy ignored her.
"Faith, this is my new top! I haven't even worn this yet!"
"But you won't let me explain, I didn't borrow it!"
"Then who took it? Faith, don't lie to me!"
"Why don't you ask the girl who actually *likes* your clothes? I hate those boring pastels!"
"Dawn!" Buffy marched out of the room, towards Dawn's, and Faith grabbed clothes off the floor, and bundled them under her arm and moved quickly toward the bathroom. Dawn would kill her for ratting her out to Buffy.
Faith ran downstairs, and grabbed an apple from the bowl on the table. Her mother appeared in the doorway, dangling her backpack from her hand. And wearing an amused smile.
'Thanks, Mom," she said, kissing her cheek. Joyce hugged her.
'Have a nice day sweetie. A junior! That's pretty big," she replied, and squeezed Faith tight.
"Love you too Mom," she called, as she raced out of the door. Buffy wandered downstairs, and kissed her mother goodbye.
"Honey, you will watch out for Faith, won't you?" Joyce inquired. Buffy wrinkled her nose.
"Mom, Faith can take care of herself. Really. And seniors and juniors don't really mix. This is my last year, and I don't want Faith screwing it up," she complained.
""Okay, Buffy. I just wish you two girls would get along a little better," Joyce sighed, as her eldest moved out of the door.
Dawn raced down the stairs, and took the lunch bag out of her mother's hand.
"Hon, have a good day.." the door banged behind her youngest. "At school,' she finished sadly, and went back to the paper.
"Will!" Spike groaned, and rolled over onto his back. His father's voice called again.
"All right Dad, I'm up," he yelled, and glanced at himself in the mirror. He grimaced, and wiped a hand over his face. He had half an hour to get his new ass to school, and about an hour's worth of time needed. He started dressing.
"Ah, Will, nice to see you," Rupert said wryly, as he looked over the newspaper at his son, who was still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
"Yeah, hi Dad," Spike yawned. A friend back in England had given his nickname, but his father still persisted in calling him William.
"I suppose I have to lend you the car," his father asked, and Spike looked up, a grin lighting up his face.
'If you would..?" he asked hopefully. Rupert nodded. "Thanks, dad!" Spike picked up the car keys, and his bag, and waltzed out the door, whistling a new song he'd heard on the radio.
"Teenagers," Rupert muttered, shaking his head.
Faith walked through the halls, counting off the lockers until she reached her own. She glanced at the piece of paper with her combination printed on it, and whispered the number under her breath. She twirled the knob of the locker inexpertly, and it stuck. "Arrgh!" she yelled, and kicked it, hard.
"I wouldn't do that. Don't think it likes it, you see, luv,' said a laughing voice. Faith turned, and found herself looking up at a tall guy, blond, with bright blue eyes. She smiled back.
'Nah, most of the lockers have dents. Mine was worried it would stand out." The guy stared at the dent she'd made with her DM.
"It won't now," he commented, and lifted a fist. He banged on the door smartly, and it swung open.
"How d'ya do that?" she asked, incredulous. She'd spent two years fighting the damn things to get her books, and he had opened it in two seconds.
"Easy. They have 'em in England,too," he said cockily, and strolled up the corridor, and away. Faith stared at him for a second, then got back to gathering the books for class.
"Buffy Summers," the teacher droned. Buffy sat up with a start.
"Yes?' she said quickly. Various people tuned in, tittered. The teacher allowed herself a patronising smile.
"Nothing wrong, Summers, just that Principal Snyder wants you to guide a new student around for a couple of days," she said, a note of humour in her voice. Buffy fiddled with her tiny pearl stud.
"Go to the Principal's office in ten minutes. Your first class teacher will be informed." Buffy nodded, then settled back in her chair. What a drag. Guiding some new kid around, and she'd have to dump him or her on Willow, as the new squad tryouts would begin this lunchtime. And she could hardly leave Cordy alone on that front, could she? Buffy smiled, and scooped up her books, adjusting her pale pink silk camisole top critically. Who knew, maybe if the new student was a hottie, Angel could have some competition!
She swung her blond ponytail as she walked, already planning the new pyramid she would try.
Spike yawned, and tried to ignore the futile buzzing of a bluebottle dying on the windowsill. The nasty little man who had introduced himself as Principal Snyder was still walking back and forth in front of him, rambling about his record, and English decorum.
A tap at the door jolted Spike out of his reverie, and both heads turned to see a petite blond standing in the doorway.
"Miss French said you wanted to see me, sir," she said politely to Snyder. He stopped frowning, and smiled slightly.
"Yes. Mr Giles, may I introduce you to Miss Summers? She is one of the better students here at Sunnydale High, and will be helping you settle in. I hope she will be a good influence on you." He smiled again, sarcastically this time, and Spike grinned back equally sarcastically.
"Uh, yeah sir. We've got to get to class, I'm sure .." she looked at him inquiringly.
"William,' he supplied.
"*William* will settle right in. and there's football tryouts today," she smiled brightly at the short man, and hustled him out of the room.
'Miss Summers' led him outside to the corridor, and stuck out a hand.
Hi, I'm Buffy!" she smiled. He took in the big brown eyes, pretty blond hair, and tiny frame. He liked what he saw.
"Spike,' he replied. She frowned.
"I thought you said your name was William?" she asked, puzzled. He revised his opinion. She asked too many questions.
"It is. I mean, my birth certificate says William, my dad calls me Will, and I'm Spike to everyone else. Questions?" he said tersely. She stepped back a pace.
"No. Jeez!" she muttered, looking away. He carried on walking.
"Where's Bio with Ms French?" he asked, and she indicated. "Thanks," he said quickly, then strolled away.
Buffy stared after the rude new guy, and pouted. Being stuck with him when she could be with Angel would be highly annoying.
Faith sat at her desk, doodling cartoons in her notepad while the teacher droned about velocity and momentum. Gunn tapped her shoulder.
"What?" she asked. He held up his hands. "Hey, peace! I was just gonna ask, you want to work on the practical together, or what?" he grinned, as she swatted at him.
"Gunn, you're the only reason I'm failing physics . And you're only passing because you're dating the nerd! Which by the way," she continued, looking at the sweet, but hopeless Fred sitting at the front, 'Is completely wrong, but I will forgive you if you explain what exactly it is we're supposed to be doing!" He grinned, and stuck out his tongue at her.
"Crashin' trolleys, according to Mr Grady," he said, indicating the teacher, with a jerk of his thumb.
"Arrgh, Gunn, don't hold out on me now!" she said, through gritted teeth. "If I get one more D, my mom is gonna kill me! And ground me, which means ya gotta see Sweet Home Alabama by yourself, without me pretending to be your girlfriend so you can pretend you're just going to please me, instead of a thing for chick flicks," she said smugly, and sat back. Gunn was weak in one area only.
'Then I'll take Fred," he whispered, and sat back, having won the argument.
At lunch, Faith wandered out onto the school field as normal, with Gunn and her friends. When she was greeted with the sight of her sister in spandex, she groaned. She had forgotten the *oh so fun* tryouts today.
'C'mon guys, lets go back to the cafeteria,' she coaxed. Gunn, however, refused to be budged.
"Excuse me? You know how I feel about her, and seein' her in lycra ain't gonna make me want to tear myself away!" he protested. Doyle agreed.
"Yeah. Faith, your sister's a hottie. So deal, and park your butt, so we can gawk in amazement."
Reluctantly, Faith sat down on the bleachers, and watched. Bufy seemed t be running a bizarre torture session, involving most of the girls Gunn had been out with in their year.
"Uh, Gunn, do you think they appreciate being stared at by their ex?' she asked one eyebrow raised in a perfect imitation of Buffy. He shrugged.
'It's *lycra* , Faith! Who cares?" They watched as the stretches progressed into a routine Faith knew all too well. In junior high, she'd been all for school spirit, and following Buffy's footsteps, and the cheer she was using to test the girls was the one that they'd used in competitions in junior high. In fact, the one where Faith had got tossed, fallen, and broken her arm, she recalled. That had ended her brief flirtation with cheering.
To her intense embarrassment, Angel, Buffy's boyfriend, spotted them, and trotted over, with his friends.
"Hey," he said. She stared up at him.
'Yeah, hi," she muttered, and the three guys dropped onto the grass, and began a conversation with Gunn and Doyle, a little way off.
Kendra looked sideways at Faith.
"Still eating at you, huh?" she asked, sympathetically. Until a year ago, Kendra had been at an all girls public school, and it was only recently her English loosened up, and slang crept in.
Faith dropped her head, so her hair covered her face.
"No. Not really. It's more of, why the hell did I like him that way? feeling now, and that's good, right?" she asked. Kendra nodded.
"Hey guys!" Buffy's two best friends, Willow and Xander joined them. Willow was sucking on a Popsicle, and smiling brightly at Angel, but Xander's attention was wrapped up in his spandex covered girlfriend.
Angel's conversation swallowed up Xander and Willow as well, and Faith and Kendra were left to their own devises. Faith knew that Willow disliked Faith intensely, it had something to do with that excruciatingly embarrassing period of her life, when she'd gone after Angel hard. And all it had done was push him and her sister together.
The whistle Buffy was wearing blew, and the hopeful tryoutees breathed a sigh of relief. It was half time, so they could drink water, and stretch, before executing the cheer they had just learnt. Buffy strolled over to where they were, and Angel sprang up to greet her.
As they met, she held up her face to be kissed. He wrapped his arms around her, and held her closer. They kissed softly, and she smiled contentedly up at him.
"Mm, nice boyfriend, and the cheerleading squad to myself this year," she sighed, and leant against Angel, who buried his face in her hair.
"What do you mean?" asked Willow, who had been privy to many rants from Buffy about the uncreativity of joint captainhood. Buffy flashed a sunny smile.
"Cordelia didn't turn up for practise, and then I got a message via one of the newbies that she wasn't going to continue captaincy. Problems with relatives, or something,' she said vaguely, waving a hand. She turned back to Angel, and pulled him closer by tugging on his shirt.
"However, all with the good for Buffy! And I have the perfect boyfriend, and that totally cancels out the crumminess of the guy I have to baby-sit," she continued, wrinkling her nose. Angel gave her a questioning look.
"A really rude blond, called Spike. Total bad boy. Cute, if you like that kind of thing, which I don't. But mucho with the sarcasm!" Angel kissed the tip of her nose. Faith noticed several girls waiting for Buffy giving their captain envious looks. Faith had to admit with the popular and rich brunette gone, Buffy was a shoo-in for Queen of Homecoming, and the 'in' crowd at school.
Buffy wistfully bade goodbye to Angel, and trotted back over to the adoring crowd of girls awaiting her attentions. Faith sighed, and picked herself up, ready to go to class.