Title: Not Nearly Perfect 2/?
Author: Morgan le Fay
Email: Morghanna_1@lycos.com
Disclaimer: Alright, I'll keep this short and not so full of witty comments
to save time. I don't own anything except the plot of this story, and any
characters not on the shows Angel and BTVS. Everything else is owned by the
creator of the shows Joss Whendon and any of his affiliates.
Rating: G-NC 17
Couples: B/A, C/X, ?????
Summary: AU. Buffy Summers is the new girl at Sunnydale High. She's pretty,
smart, talented, and to everyone's thoughts perfect. But Buffy has a
terrible past that haunts her, and she turns out to be Not Nearly Perfect.
(like the title dropping don't ya?!?!?!)
Distribution: Yes Please. Just email me first, and ask, I'll probably say
YES!!!! And then email me when it's put onto your site.
Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who's been sending me feedback for this
fic.- Especially Jay, whom I've been recently corresponding with. You're
awesome! And keep up the good work with the site! -Sorry for the o so long
delay, but don't worry I have up to part 7 done, they only have to be typed
up and beta-ed. Oh yeah, ummm the song Buffy sings is by "Letters to Cleo"
Also un-beta-ed cause I wanted to send it out asap.Sorry if that pisses
anyone off.
Alright, I'll get to the fic now!
"Sorry for the drama session last night." Buffy told Cordelia from her spot on the bed, as she watched her prepare her makeup for school. Keeping her eyes down on the floor and her head bowed she let out a sigh. "I don't-well I've never.."she turned her head toward the window. "I don't like to talk about it, because if I don't, I can pretend its all a dream." "Will you please shut up!" Cordy said exasperated. Buffy's eyes shot up."You have absolutely nothing to apologize for. Nothing. And as your new best friend, its my duty to make you forget all your worries, if you'll excuse me for adding that cheesy line."
Buffy gave a weak smile. "Anyways Summers, you can't walk into school all mopey and stuff. You have an image to uphold." She laughed ," plus, everyone thinks you're perfect."
"Not nearly" Buffy added with a wry smile.
I was harsh. Of course I knew the significance of this day, but dammit I wasn't prepared for her.
Of course that's not an excuse. As a Federal Agent, I should always be prepared, and I thought I was.
I know things about this girl that she doesn't even know about herself. How is that right?
She's soft, beautiful, and amazingly sweet. Her picture did her no justice, and when she smiled, I realized an undeniable fact- I. Want. Her.
I shouldn't; she's too young, and her life's too messed up already, but I can't deny the passions she's ignited in me.
I know passion. I'm a man that enjoys woman, and I know woman enjoy me. But I always keep my head. I never left myself get passion swept, because then you get caught off guard.
But when she smile...
"God, I'm so sorry!" Buffy choked out, as she disentangled herself from strong arms. When she looked up she gasped. "Angelus." A fresh flood of tears welled up in her eyes, but she somehow managed to keep her voice firm and the flood from falling.
"I'm terribly sorry about my behavior here and in the classroom." She began as she smoothed out her skirt and blouse. "If you decided to punish me, as is your right-" "Please shut up" Angelus said as she brushed tears from her cheeks. Buffy abruptly pulled away. "Why does everyone keep telling me that?!?!? I don't want to shut up! Maybe I'll just sit here and keep crying!" she all-but shouted, suddenly very angry.
"Okay. Fine, you go do that." He said, as he sat on the floor. "I'll just sit here and wait till you're done."
Buffy sighed, trying desperately to control her temper. "And now you make me feel like a child." She whispered with a frown, as she too slid down to the floor. "I'm sorry" "Don't be sorry, I was acting like a child. I would apologize for it, but you'd probably just tell me to shut up again, and where would that leave us." Buffy's lips curved slightly, feeling lighter. "I meant, I'm sorry for being harsh in class. It was uncalled for" Angel said sincerely. "Oh, umm forgiven." Buffy said.
They sat in silence for a moment.
"You're beautiful." Angelus said softly, seductively.
"Mmm. Who's watching the class?" she asked, disregarding his statement. "The TA. What do you mean 'Mmmm'?" Angel asked with disbelief as he watched her get up and rinse her face, and comb a hand through her hair.
She turned and regarded him with interested eyes. "I know I'm beautiful. I've been told that enough times to know it, but what difference does it make? You're beautiful. What does that tell me about you? Nothing. Though, if you took the time to come and apologize and comfort me, you must be a good person to some extent." Turning back to the mirror above the sinks, she continued. "I wish I weren't beautiful. People treat you differently. They always seem to want something from you." Watching the mirror intensely she say Angelus walk up behind her. "So the question is Angelus, What do you want from me?"
"Sorry for the drama session last night." Buffy told Cordelia from her spot on the bed, as she watched her prepare her makeup for school. Keeping her eyes down on the floor and her head bowed she let out a sigh. "I don't-well I've never.."she turned her head toward the window. "I don't like to talk about it, because if I don't, I can pretend its all a dream." "Will you please shut up!" Cordy said exasperated. Buffy's eyes shot up."You have absolutely nothing to apologize for. Nothing. And as your new best friend, its my duty to make you forget all your worries, if you'll excuse me for adding that cheesy line."
Buffy gave a weak smile. "Anyways Summers, you can't walk into school all mopey and stuff. You have an image to uphold." She laughed ," plus, everyone thinks you're perfect."
"Not nearly" Buffy added with a wry smile.
I was harsh. Of course I knew the significance of this day, but dammit I wasn't prepared for her.
Of course that's not an excuse. As a Federal Agent, I should always be prepared, and I thought I was.
I know things about this girl that she doesn't even know about herself. How is that right?
She's soft, beautiful, and amazingly sweet. Her picture did her no justice, and when she smiled, I realized an undeniable fact- I. Want. Her.
I shouldn't; she's too young, and her life's too messed up already, but I can't deny the passions she's ignited in me.
I know passion. I'm a man that enjoys woman, and I know woman enjoy me. But I always keep my head. I never left myself get passion swept, because then you get caught off guard.
But when she smile...
"God, I'm so sorry!" Buffy choked out, as she disentangled herself from strong arms. When she looked up she gasped. "Angelus." A fresh flood of tears welled up in her eyes, but she somehow managed to keep her voice firm and the flood from falling.
"I'm terribly sorry about my behavior here and in the classroom." She began as she smoothed out her skirt and blouse. "If you decided to punish me, as is your right-" "Please shut up" Angelus said as she brushed tears from her cheeks. Buffy abruptly pulled away. "Why does everyone keep telling me that?!?!? I don't want to shut up! Maybe I'll just sit here and keep crying!" she all-but shouted, suddenly very angry.
"Okay. Fine, you go do that." He said, as he sat on the floor. "I'll just sit here and wait till you're done."
Buffy sighed, trying desperately to control her temper. "And now you make me feel like a child." She whispered with a frown, as she too slid down to the floor. "I'm sorry" "Don't be sorry, I was acting like a child. I would apologize for it, but you'd probably just tell me to shut up again, and where would that leave us." Buffy's lips curved slightly, feeling lighter. "I meant, I'm sorry for being harsh in class. It was uncalled for" Angel said sincerely. "Oh, umm forgiven." Buffy said.
They sat in silence for a moment.
"You're beautiful." Angelus said softly, seductively.
"Mmm. Who's watching the class?" she asked, disregarding his statement. "The TA. What do you mean 'Mmmm'?" Angel asked with disbelief as he watched her get up and rinse her face, and comb a hand through her hair.
She turned and regarded him with interested eyes. "I know I'm beautiful. I've been told that enough times to know it, but what difference does it make? You're beautiful. What does that tell me about you? Nothing. Though, if you took the time to come and apologize and comfort me, you must be a good person to some extent." Turning back to the mirror above the sinks, she continued. "I wish I weren't beautiful. People treat you differently. They always seem to want something from you." Watching the mirror intensely she say Angelus walk up behind her. "So the question is Angelus, What do you want from me?"