Title: Not Nearly Perfect 5/?
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: Thanx again to all the people who send me feedback, it
really means a lot and it's great motivation!
"Did you have a good day at school?" Giles asked his niece as she walked into the mansion. "Uncle Giles! You didn't tell me you'd be home early. I would have come home earlier, and began supper." Giles dismissed the statement with a wave of his hand and set to cleaning his glasses. Buffy watched the familiar process with affection evident in her eyes and dreamy smile.
"I began supper and your voice teacher should be here in an hour and a half or so, but that is not the topic I would like to discuss. How was your day? And be truthful."
"Could I be anything else with you Uncle?" she said evading the inevitable question with a smile and gave him an affectionate pat on the cheek. "Now go into the living room, and put your feet up, I'll prepare some tea."
"Alright," he gave in "you'd rather not speak of it yet, I understand, but we'll talk later yes?"
"Yes Uncle, we'll talk later."
Buffy had yet to change from her practice gown. Why she had to wear an actual gown for her lessons, she did not know. She only knew that it was her grandmother's way, and that it had to be done.
"So you're saying that you've hired a babysitter for me who is disguising himself as one of my teacher's-Angelus--because you believe an attack is going to be made on both of us because of a new deal with the Russian government your company made."
Rupert Giles nodded, hating to keep the whole truth from his niece.
Buffy looked over at Angelus and studied him for a moment, then turned to her uncle and looked him in the eye, her doubts plain for all to see in hers.
"If you think its necessary, of course I'll cooperate. I'm glad you told me uncle, I know you could never keep secrets from me."
Guilt laced itself around his heart.
Buffy waited in silence for her uncle to say something. When nothing came, she rose from the table and swept out of the room without even looking back.
Angelus tried to convince himself that the reason he couldn't get the beautiful blonde out of his head was purely because she was such a big part of the case.
That didn't work..Not even for a moment
Since he had turned 15 women had thrown themselves at his feet. He only had to ask and they gave. But Buffy glanced once at him with that cool disposition, dismissed his looks with a careless wave of her hand, and suddenly he wanted her with a passion that threatened to encompass his very being.
When he had taken the case file, her picture of course had been present, and he could never deny that it had intrigued him, but she had meant nothing to him other than business, and another pretty face. Now she only had to walk into a room, and business flew from his mind. This feeling in the pit of his stomach was unlike anything he had felt for a woman before, and he couldn't quite decide whether he liked it or not.
She had seen him exit the limo in front of the mansion through her bedroom window and refused to be shaken by his presence.
She told herself that she was only taking extra time to primp because she was anxious and excited about her performance later in the evening. Plus, she was pissed! No, she was beyond pissed, she was furious, because she knew Giles and Angelus were holding back something from her. From Angelus she couldn't expect the absolute truth, considering they had just met, but knowing that Giles was keeping a secret from her just hurt; perhaps more than she wanted to admit.
Pushing her thoughts to the back of her mind for later contemplation, she studied herself in her full length mirror, before nodding in approval. She was wearing one of those cute little corsets that showed a little belly- which after speaking with a dozen or so designers during 'Fashion Week' in London, she concluded were soon to be all the rage-an expertly tailored pair of brown slacks that rode low on the hips, a soft brown scarf, and a pink Burberry hat with Gucci shades. She looked good!
As she walked into the kitchen, she kissed her Uncle on the cheek and smiled at Angelus in greeting as she sat down at the table for breakfast.
"Ah good morning Buffy. You slept well?" Giles asked worriedly as he put plates in front of both Buffy and Angelus. He knew that Buffy was suspicious of his lies, and he didn't think he could bare it if she was angry with him though her anger could be expected.
"Hmmm very well, and you Uncle?" she answered sincerely as she got up to get some tea. She smiled when reaching for the teacups in the cupboard. He was trying to gauge her reaction of last night's turn of events. Lovely. "I slept fine. I'll admit I am a bit anxious, this being your entrance into 'society', but other than that I'm quite alright. " He continued watching her carefully. She was managing not to take the teapot and hit both men over the head with it. She took that as a good sign. "And you Angelus. Did you sleep well?" she asked looking over at him, penetrating him with those hazel eyes.
Did she know? How could she possibly know he had spent the night wanting nothing more than for her to be there with him?
"Actually no, I didn't, I had a lot on my mind." Angelus answered truthfully as he began to eat.
"I'm sorry to hear that. Perhaps my witty comments and naturally stunning beauty might help you bear the day." She said her voice light and teasing, as Giles laughed.
"Your stunning beauty and witty comments could help anyone bear the day." Angelus said dryly, wanting to make her laugh. It was one thing he had fantasized about during the night; hearing her beautiful laugh in the morning when they were having breakfast, preferably in bed.and sans the Giles.
It had been odd for him to sit through breakfast, watching and listening to Buffy and Giles, whose affection and love for each other was evident. There was strain from the night before, but that could be overlooked for now. They were amazingly open, drawing him into the conversation easily without him even realizing it. He had never had this when he was a child, or a teenager living in his parent's home, and he realized that it was because that house he had lived in for the first 18 years of his life had been just that, a house. How was it that after only living in the mansion for 2 weeks Giles and Buffy had managed to make it into a home, when for 18 years he had been trying to make his house a home without any success? On the drive to Sunnydale High School he couldn't help but think these thoughts, and he surprised himself by asking Buffy about it.
"Home for me isn't the place, it's the person (or people) that you come back to, the person (or people) that you know you'll always be able to come back to" Buffy answered him with sad eyes. "Have you found home yet Angelus?" she asked. He looked at her, really looked at her, and she couldn't breathe. "Maybe I have."
"Did you have a good day at school?" Giles asked his niece as she walked into the mansion. "Uncle Giles! You didn't tell me you'd be home early. I would have come home earlier, and began supper." Giles dismissed the statement with a wave of his hand and set to cleaning his glasses. Buffy watched the familiar process with affection evident in her eyes and dreamy smile.
"I began supper and your voice teacher should be here in an hour and a half or so, but that is not the topic I would like to discuss. How was your day? And be truthful."
"Could I be anything else with you Uncle?" she said evading the inevitable question with a smile and gave him an affectionate pat on the cheek. "Now go into the living room, and put your feet up, I'll prepare some tea."
"Alright," he gave in "you'd rather not speak of it yet, I understand, but we'll talk later yes?"
"Yes Uncle, we'll talk later."
Buffy had yet to change from her practice gown. Why she had to wear an actual gown for her lessons, she did not know. She only knew that it was her grandmother's way, and that it had to be done.
"So you're saying that you've hired a babysitter for me who is disguising himself as one of my teacher's-Angelus--because you believe an attack is going to be made on both of us because of a new deal with the Russian government your company made."
Rupert Giles nodded, hating to keep the whole truth from his niece.
Buffy looked over at Angelus and studied him for a moment, then turned to her uncle and looked him in the eye, her doubts plain for all to see in hers.
"If you think its necessary, of course I'll cooperate. I'm glad you told me uncle, I know you could never keep secrets from me."
Guilt laced itself around his heart.
Buffy waited in silence for her uncle to say something. When nothing came, she rose from the table and swept out of the room without even looking back.
Angelus tried to convince himself that the reason he couldn't get the beautiful blonde out of his head was purely because she was such a big part of the case.
That didn't work..Not even for a moment
Since he had turned 15 women had thrown themselves at his feet. He only had to ask and they gave. But Buffy glanced once at him with that cool disposition, dismissed his looks with a careless wave of her hand, and suddenly he wanted her with a passion that threatened to encompass his very being.
When he had taken the case file, her picture of course had been present, and he could never deny that it had intrigued him, but she had meant nothing to him other than business, and another pretty face. Now she only had to walk into a room, and business flew from his mind. This feeling in the pit of his stomach was unlike anything he had felt for a woman before, and he couldn't quite decide whether he liked it or not.
She had seen him exit the limo in front of the mansion through her bedroom window and refused to be shaken by his presence.
She told herself that she was only taking extra time to primp because she was anxious and excited about her performance later in the evening. Plus, she was pissed! No, she was beyond pissed, she was furious, because she knew Giles and Angelus were holding back something from her. From Angelus she couldn't expect the absolute truth, considering they had just met, but knowing that Giles was keeping a secret from her just hurt; perhaps more than she wanted to admit.
Pushing her thoughts to the back of her mind for later contemplation, she studied herself in her full length mirror, before nodding in approval. She was wearing one of those cute little corsets that showed a little belly- which after speaking with a dozen or so designers during 'Fashion Week' in London, she concluded were soon to be all the rage-an expertly tailored pair of brown slacks that rode low on the hips, a soft brown scarf, and a pink Burberry hat with Gucci shades. She looked good!
As she walked into the kitchen, she kissed her Uncle on the cheek and smiled at Angelus in greeting as she sat down at the table for breakfast.
"Ah good morning Buffy. You slept well?" Giles asked worriedly as he put plates in front of both Buffy and Angelus. He knew that Buffy was suspicious of his lies, and he didn't think he could bare it if she was angry with him though her anger could be expected.
"Hmmm very well, and you Uncle?" she answered sincerely as she got up to get some tea. She smiled when reaching for the teacups in the cupboard. He was trying to gauge her reaction of last night's turn of events. Lovely. "I slept fine. I'll admit I am a bit anxious, this being your entrance into 'society', but other than that I'm quite alright. " He continued watching her carefully. She was managing not to take the teapot and hit both men over the head with it. She took that as a good sign. "And you Angelus. Did you sleep well?" she asked looking over at him, penetrating him with those hazel eyes.
Did she know? How could she possibly know he had spent the night wanting nothing more than for her to be there with him?
"Actually no, I didn't, I had a lot on my mind." Angelus answered truthfully as he began to eat.
"I'm sorry to hear that. Perhaps my witty comments and naturally stunning beauty might help you bear the day." She said her voice light and teasing, as Giles laughed.
"Your stunning beauty and witty comments could help anyone bear the day." Angelus said dryly, wanting to make her laugh. It was one thing he had fantasized about during the night; hearing her beautiful laugh in the morning when they were having breakfast, preferably in bed.and sans the Giles.
It had been odd for him to sit through breakfast, watching and listening to Buffy and Giles, whose affection and love for each other was evident. There was strain from the night before, but that could be overlooked for now. They were amazingly open, drawing him into the conversation easily without him even realizing it. He had never had this when he was a child, or a teenager living in his parent's home, and he realized that it was because that house he had lived in for the first 18 years of his life had been just that, a house. How was it that after only living in the mansion for 2 weeks Giles and Buffy had managed to make it into a home, when for 18 years he had been trying to make his house a home without any success? On the drive to Sunnydale High School he couldn't help but think these thoughts, and he surprised himself by asking Buffy about it.
"Home for me isn't the place, it's the person (or people) that you come back to, the person (or people) that you know you'll always be able to come back to" Buffy answered him with sad eyes. "Have you found home yet Angelus?" she asked. He looked at her, really looked at her, and she couldn't breathe. "Maybe I have."