Title: Devastating Past
Author: Valerie
E-mail: funbreath@msn.com
Disclaimer: they don't belong to me
Summary: AU Angel is new at Sunnydale High. He meets Buffy and the gang. They think he's just a regular kid. Not likely.
Timeline: during season 2 of BTVS...sorta. Let's just say that Buffy and the gang are in their Junior year in Sunnydale High.
Spoilers: as far as alternate universe goes...almost nothing. References on demons from BTVS and Angel from time to time, but that's about it
Rating: R
Distribution: You can take it but ask me first please.
Feedback: That's a big big big yes!!!!! It's my first fic, so please?
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8.
"Mr. Connelly. It is nice to see you enter the house by the front door once in a while." Mary told Angel the next day when he showed up at 4 in the afternoon at the Parker's.
"Aaaww, come on sweetheart, call me Angel." The dark haired boy replied smirking. He annoyed the hell out of his sister's maid, and he loved it.
"Miss Kristin is not home at the moment, but I'll tell her that you came here." She said, about to close the door.
"Hey, I won't go without a kiss babe." She winced at the nickname he used.
"I'm afraid you won't have those here." She told him politely.
"I guess people who say women reach their sexual peak at fifty were lying, huh?" He faked being sad, enjoying the look of disgust on the fifty year old maid.
"Angel!" Frank Parker stopped Mary from replying as he approached.
"Mr. Parker, hi. Kristin said it was okay that" Angel begun, shaking hands with the man.
"Yes, yes, it's not a problem at all."
"Well, if you don't need me anymore" Mary trailed off.
"Bye honey." Angel said as the lady was leaving. He saw her stiffen and he chuckled.
"Were you hitting on her again?" Frank demanded.
"Did you see how hot she is? Can you blame me?" He retorted, an innocent look on his face which made Frank laugh.
"Ok, let me show you my tools so you can work on that bike of yours." Frank said, leading Angel towards the garage of the house where he kept his tools.
A few minutes later they came back out and walked to Angel's bike, which he had parked in front of the house.
"Wow, this is a beautiful bike you got here Angel!" Frank exclaimed.
"Thanks. I've had it for about three years but it never got old."
"How did you...I mean I thought you were..." He was embarrassed to ask him, but couldn't help wondering.
"Poor? Yeah, I am trust me. I'm dead broke. This is all I have, really. I had to work during nights, week-ends and holidays full time to be able to afford it. And I knew a few persons who made it a little easier, but it was tough work. I swear I've never worked that hard! Not even to get my car." Angel explained as he was working cautiously on the chain.
"Hum...do you need any help?" Frank asked, watching the young man taking care of his bike professionally.
"Er...no thanks, it's gonna be fine." He laid down on the grass after taking off his shirt, so that he was only wearing his white top, and checked under the engine.
"Alright. I'll be in my office if you need anything. You can ask Mar...hum...no, just ask me, I'm sure Mary's busy." Angel looked up and grinned at the man, who left soon after.
"Ok, just you and me now baby." He murmured, taking a screw-driver and fixing a few things under the engine.
About one hour and a half later, a car stopped in front of the house and 6 friends got out, after a trip at the mall. "Hey Angel. How's your baby doing?" Kristin asked her brother as she knelt down next to him.
"Fine, nothing's broken. I was afraid the break hoses were too sharp, but I checked them and they're fine. So I figured it was because of my old tires. I guess the snow screw them completely." Angel explained.
"So what did you do about it?" Angel had explained to her how everything worked, but she didn't pay attention at the time so she didn't understand anything he said now. *He's not supposed to know that, I can fake being interested, right?*
"I'll change them tomorrow. And by the way, you don't have to pretend to be interested, I know you don't give a damn and you didn't understand a word of what I just said." He replied matter-of-factly.
"Oh. Well I'm off, see you later everyone." She stood up and entered the house.
Angel stood up as well. "Hi." He greeted the others.
"Hi Angel." Willow said, smiling brightly. She had seen the smile her best friend and new friend had exchanged.
"So...you're an expert on bikes, huh?" Cordelia commented, seeming impressed. *Guys, cars and motorbikes? What a turn on. Why can't Xander be like him?*
"Kinda." He answered, taking his keys and turning the engine on. It made a low deep growl, but Angel didn't seem satisfied.
"What's wrong?" Buffy asked. It was truly delightful to watch him so concentrated.
"Some of the bolts are a little loose." He answered as he looked around for the right tool.
"Alright, we'll go home." Xander announced. "Buffy, you comin'?"
"Er...no, it's ok I'll walk."
"K. See you tomorrow guys."
"Bye." Angel and Buffy said in unison. When the car left the street, Buffy crouched next to Angel, who was laying under his bike again.
"Can I help?"
"Do you know anything about motorcycles?" He teased her, smiling.
"I'll just watch." She stated sheepishly. "But you'll have to teach me how to work on those engine thingy sometime." She added as an afterthought. Angel grinned at her, nodding.
"Sure, I'd love to." *She's so hot. Oh god! She leaning over! Wow, I can smell her scent...Vanilla. Nice.* "Enjoying the view?" He asked after a moment of silence. He knew she was looking at him, and especially his bare well-muscled arms. His vamps abilities were able to notice her pulse quickening.
"Actually yeah, a lot." *Oh my god did I just say that?* "So...why do you have a bike?" she asked in a lame attempt to change the subject. He stopped what he was doing and looked up at Buffy without moving. He checked her out very obviously, smirking.
"It's kinda so that I don't have to walk. But it's mostly because I've heard it turns girls on. Is it working?" He turned back at his work, still smirking at Buffy's shock.
"Well I don't know about the bike but there's definitely some turn on material around here" she answered truthfully, although she made it seem it was as an answer of his joke. He dropped his screw-driver from the surprise of what she just said and it fell on his forehead as she chuckled.
"Ouch!" He yelled half from the pain and half from the humiliation of being tricked at his own game.
"You ok?" She was still chuckling.
"Yeah." He groaned, sitting next to Buffy and massaging the spot where the tool hit him.
"Stop it, you're putting grease on your face." She informed him, holding his wrists.
"Oh shoot" He realized his hands were covered in grease from the engine. He looked at Buffy and frowned when he saw she was laughing. "What's so funny?"
"You're all dirty." She took the cloth he was using for the bike and started to rub up the grease on his forehead.
"It shows that I take care of engines and other dirty stuff you girls can't stand to touch. Makes me look more manly, ya know?" He joked.
"You don't need to have gross black stains all over your face to look manly, believe me." She replied, her attention focused on what she was doing and NOT what she was saying.
"Yeah?" He raised an eyebrow, trying not to smile. Suddenly she realized she had implied she had thought about it.
"Er...well...I-I-I..." she stuttered for a moment, until Angel pressed his thumb on her lips and his palm on her cheek, silencing her. She melted under his touch, but was troubled by his way too innocent look. "What?" She asked as he removed his hand. Suddenly it hit her that he had done that to put grease on her face. "Oh you JERK!" She yelled, hitting him playfully on the chest as he laughed openly. They started to squabble, laughing more and more as they succeeded to put grease on the other's face.
*****
Meanwhile, Kristin was watching the two at a window of her bedroom. She was completely amazed by the scene, but it brought a huge smile on her face. *It's been so long since he's laughed like that.* That was then that she was convinced their move to Sunnydale was the best thing that could ever have happened after this whole thing with Steven. And maybe it was even the best thing after their parents' betrayal and death. Yeah, he'll finally move on in Sunnydale.
*****
"You are so dead!" Buffy exclaimed, pushing him and he fell on his back. She straddled his waist so that he wouldn't be able to get up and put her hands on his chest, immobilizing him.
"Wow, you're strong for a little girl." He commented, losing himself in her eyes.
"I might have to show you how strong I am if you're a bad boy." She replied, loosing her hold on him under his deep stare.
"I'd be glad to see that." He whispered as they closed the distance between them. They were millimeters apart, and they both closed their eyes, anticipating the kiss. Their lips were merely brushing when Kristin yelled at them from her room.
"Buff, your mom's just around the corner. I would get up from my brother if I was you."
Buffy rolled of Angel's body and stood up just as Joyce's car stopped in front of the house.
"Buffy, sweetheart." She greeted her daughter from her seat.
"M-Mom. What...are you doing here?" Buffy glanced nervously at Angel, who was still laying on the grass.
"I met your friends on my way, they said you were here. I figured you'd rather drive home than walk."
"Oh. Yeah. Ok." She turned towards Angel. He was looking at her, sitting where they had been almost kissing. *Key word: almost* "I guess I'll see you at school." He nodded with a sigh. "Bye Kristin, and...thanks!"
"No problem Buff!"
With that, the blonde was gone and Angel collapsed on the grass in frustration.
*****
"So, did you have fun today?" Joyce asked her daughter.
"Yeah, it was great." Buffy replied with a smile, which was not caused by their trip to the mall but by what had almost happened with Angel. *We were about to kiss. He actually was about to kiss me. He likes me, I can't believe it.*
"That boy wasn't with you, was he?"
"What do you mean? What boy?"
"The one related to Diane's daughter."
"Kristin's brother? Angel." She told her, frowning. *Why is she talking about Angel?*
"Yes. Did he spend the day with you and your friend?"
"No, he had to repair his motorbike. Why?" she asked suspiciously.
"No reason."
"Mom, tell me!" Buffy insisted.
"Alright, I think you shouldn't hang out with this boy."
"Why?" She screamed, her eyes wide with anger. *Wow...am I overreacting? I don't need to be that upset, I just didn't understand what she...*
"He is older, bad at school, doesn't respect rules. He is a bad influence and I don't want you to have troubles because of him." Joyce said firmly.
"WHAT??"
"Don't be upset, sweetie, I'm just saying that to protect you."
"From what? From Angel? Mom, you've gotta be kidding me!"
"No, I am serious. I have nothing against that boy, I only want to tell you what I've heard."
"Heard? What have you heard?" They got out of the car, but Buffy wouldn't stop there.
"Well, he has been expelled from school a few times, he has been in jail too. They say he causes trouble everywhere he goes. He has even spent a long time in an psychiatric institution.
Buffy paused for a moment. *No, no it's not true.* "Who told you this?"
"I've been to the hospital for a check up and I talked to a nurse who was complaining about him."
"A nurse?"
"Yes...Joann Evans. She's nice, that Angel boy causes many problems in her family. She suspects him to make moves on her daughter. The poor girl is too innocent to understand that he wants to have sex." Joyce shook her head.
"Mom, you don't know anything. That girl is a real slut. He caught her having sex with some guy from school last week, in HIS bed. I'm not saying he's the perfect man, but he's had lots of problems in his life. Did you even know his parents abandoned him and Kristin just before they died? No wonder he's not the trusting sharing polite type!" Buffy retorted, really upset with her mother.
"Well, he has obviously had a very bad education. Maybe it was a good thing his parents died."
"Do you even hear you talking?" As Joyce was about to reply, Buffy held her hand in the air, interrupting her. "No! I don't wanna hear it. You think whatever you want, but I'm telling you: Angel is my friend, and he's a great guy. You just don't know him." She went to her room without another word.
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Author: Valerie
E-mail: funbreath@msn.com
Disclaimer: they don't belong to me
Summary: AU Angel is new at Sunnydale High. He meets Buffy and the gang. They think he's just a regular kid. Not likely.
Timeline: during season 2 of BTVS...sorta. Let's just say that Buffy and the gang are in their Junior year in Sunnydale High.
Spoilers: as far as alternate universe goes...almost nothing. References on demons from BTVS and Angel from time to time, but that's about it
Rating: R
Distribution: You can take it but ask me first please.
Feedback: That's a big big big yes!!!!! It's my first fic, so please?
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8.
"Mr. Connelly. It is nice to see you enter the house by the front door once in a while." Mary told Angel the next day when he showed up at 4 in the afternoon at the Parker's.
"Aaaww, come on sweetheart, call me Angel." The dark haired boy replied smirking. He annoyed the hell out of his sister's maid, and he loved it.
"Miss Kristin is not home at the moment, but I'll tell her that you came here." She said, about to close the door.
"Hey, I won't go without a kiss babe." She winced at the nickname he used.
"I'm afraid you won't have those here." She told him politely.
"I guess people who say women reach their sexual peak at fifty were lying, huh?" He faked being sad, enjoying the look of disgust on the fifty year old maid.
"Angel!" Frank Parker stopped Mary from replying as he approached.
"Mr. Parker, hi. Kristin said it was okay that" Angel begun, shaking hands with the man.
"Yes, yes, it's not a problem at all."
"Well, if you don't need me anymore" Mary trailed off.
"Bye honey." Angel said as the lady was leaving. He saw her stiffen and he chuckled.
"Were you hitting on her again?" Frank demanded.
"Did you see how hot she is? Can you blame me?" He retorted, an innocent look on his face which made Frank laugh.
"Ok, let me show you my tools so you can work on that bike of yours." Frank said, leading Angel towards the garage of the house where he kept his tools.
A few minutes later they came back out and walked to Angel's bike, which he had parked in front of the house.
"Wow, this is a beautiful bike you got here Angel!" Frank exclaimed.
"Thanks. I've had it for about three years but it never got old."
"How did you...I mean I thought you were..." He was embarrassed to ask him, but couldn't help wondering.
"Poor? Yeah, I am trust me. I'm dead broke. This is all I have, really. I had to work during nights, week-ends and holidays full time to be able to afford it. And I knew a few persons who made it a little easier, but it was tough work. I swear I've never worked that hard! Not even to get my car." Angel explained as he was working cautiously on the chain.
"Hum...do you need any help?" Frank asked, watching the young man taking care of his bike professionally.
"Er...no thanks, it's gonna be fine." He laid down on the grass after taking off his shirt, so that he was only wearing his white top, and checked under the engine.
"Alright. I'll be in my office if you need anything. You can ask Mar...hum...no, just ask me, I'm sure Mary's busy." Angel looked up and grinned at the man, who left soon after.
"Ok, just you and me now baby." He murmured, taking a screw-driver and fixing a few things under the engine.
About one hour and a half later, a car stopped in front of the house and 6 friends got out, after a trip at the mall. "Hey Angel. How's your baby doing?" Kristin asked her brother as she knelt down next to him.
"Fine, nothing's broken. I was afraid the break hoses were too sharp, but I checked them and they're fine. So I figured it was because of my old tires. I guess the snow screw them completely." Angel explained.
"So what did you do about it?" Angel had explained to her how everything worked, but she didn't pay attention at the time so she didn't understand anything he said now. *He's not supposed to know that, I can fake being interested, right?*
"I'll change them tomorrow. And by the way, you don't have to pretend to be interested, I know you don't give a damn and you didn't understand a word of what I just said." He replied matter-of-factly.
"Oh. Well I'm off, see you later everyone." She stood up and entered the house.
Angel stood up as well. "Hi." He greeted the others.
"Hi Angel." Willow said, smiling brightly. She had seen the smile her best friend and new friend had exchanged.
"So...you're an expert on bikes, huh?" Cordelia commented, seeming impressed. *Guys, cars and motorbikes? What a turn on. Why can't Xander be like him?*
"Kinda." He answered, taking his keys and turning the engine on. It made a low deep growl, but Angel didn't seem satisfied.
"What's wrong?" Buffy asked. It was truly delightful to watch him so concentrated.
"Some of the bolts are a little loose." He answered as he looked around for the right tool.
"Alright, we'll go home." Xander announced. "Buffy, you comin'?"
"Er...no, it's ok I'll walk."
"K. See you tomorrow guys."
"Bye." Angel and Buffy said in unison. When the car left the street, Buffy crouched next to Angel, who was laying under his bike again.
"Can I help?"
"Do you know anything about motorcycles?" He teased her, smiling.
"I'll just watch." She stated sheepishly. "But you'll have to teach me how to work on those engine thingy sometime." She added as an afterthought. Angel grinned at her, nodding.
"Sure, I'd love to." *She's so hot. Oh god! She leaning over! Wow, I can smell her scent...Vanilla. Nice.* "Enjoying the view?" He asked after a moment of silence. He knew she was looking at him, and especially his bare well-muscled arms. His vamps abilities were able to notice her pulse quickening.
"Actually yeah, a lot." *Oh my god did I just say that?* "So...why do you have a bike?" she asked in a lame attempt to change the subject. He stopped what he was doing and looked up at Buffy without moving. He checked her out very obviously, smirking.
"It's kinda so that I don't have to walk. But it's mostly because I've heard it turns girls on. Is it working?" He turned back at his work, still smirking at Buffy's shock.
"Well I don't know about the bike but there's definitely some turn on material around here" she answered truthfully, although she made it seem it was as an answer of his joke. He dropped his screw-driver from the surprise of what she just said and it fell on his forehead as she chuckled.
"Ouch!" He yelled half from the pain and half from the humiliation of being tricked at his own game.
"You ok?" She was still chuckling.
"Yeah." He groaned, sitting next to Buffy and massaging the spot where the tool hit him.
"Stop it, you're putting grease on your face." She informed him, holding his wrists.
"Oh shoot" He realized his hands were covered in grease from the engine. He looked at Buffy and frowned when he saw she was laughing. "What's so funny?"
"You're all dirty." She took the cloth he was using for the bike and started to rub up the grease on his forehead.
"It shows that I take care of engines and other dirty stuff you girls can't stand to touch. Makes me look more manly, ya know?" He joked.
"You don't need to have gross black stains all over your face to look manly, believe me." She replied, her attention focused on what she was doing and NOT what she was saying.
"Yeah?" He raised an eyebrow, trying not to smile. Suddenly she realized she had implied she had thought about it.
"Er...well...I-I-I..." she stuttered for a moment, until Angel pressed his thumb on her lips and his palm on her cheek, silencing her. She melted under his touch, but was troubled by his way too innocent look. "What?" She asked as he removed his hand. Suddenly it hit her that he had done that to put grease on her face. "Oh you JERK!" She yelled, hitting him playfully on the chest as he laughed openly. They started to squabble, laughing more and more as they succeeded to put grease on the other's face.
*****
Meanwhile, Kristin was watching the two at a window of her bedroom. She was completely amazed by the scene, but it brought a huge smile on her face. *It's been so long since he's laughed like that.* That was then that she was convinced their move to Sunnydale was the best thing that could ever have happened after this whole thing with Steven. And maybe it was even the best thing after their parents' betrayal and death. Yeah, he'll finally move on in Sunnydale.
*****
"You are so dead!" Buffy exclaimed, pushing him and he fell on his back. She straddled his waist so that he wouldn't be able to get up and put her hands on his chest, immobilizing him.
"Wow, you're strong for a little girl." He commented, losing himself in her eyes.
"I might have to show you how strong I am if you're a bad boy." She replied, loosing her hold on him under his deep stare.
"I'd be glad to see that." He whispered as they closed the distance between them. They were millimeters apart, and they both closed their eyes, anticipating the kiss. Their lips were merely brushing when Kristin yelled at them from her room.
"Buff, your mom's just around the corner. I would get up from my brother if I was you."
Buffy rolled of Angel's body and stood up just as Joyce's car stopped in front of the house.
"Buffy, sweetheart." She greeted her daughter from her seat.
"M-Mom. What...are you doing here?" Buffy glanced nervously at Angel, who was still laying on the grass.
"I met your friends on my way, they said you were here. I figured you'd rather drive home than walk."
"Oh. Yeah. Ok." She turned towards Angel. He was looking at her, sitting where they had been almost kissing. *Key word: almost* "I guess I'll see you at school." He nodded with a sigh. "Bye Kristin, and...thanks!"
"No problem Buff!"
With that, the blonde was gone and Angel collapsed on the grass in frustration.
*****
"So, did you have fun today?" Joyce asked her daughter.
"Yeah, it was great." Buffy replied with a smile, which was not caused by their trip to the mall but by what had almost happened with Angel. *We were about to kiss. He actually was about to kiss me. He likes me, I can't believe it.*
"That boy wasn't with you, was he?"
"What do you mean? What boy?"
"The one related to Diane's daughter."
"Kristin's brother? Angel." She told her, frowning. *Why is she talking about Angel?*
"Yes. Did he spend the day with you and your friend?"
"No, he had to repair his motorbike. Why?" she asked suspiciously.
"No reason."
"Mom, tell me!" Buffy insisted.
"Alright, I think you shouldn't hang out with this boy."
"Why?" She screamed, her eyes wide with anger. *Wow...am I overreacting? I don't need to be that upset, I just didn't understand what she...*
"He is older, bad at school, doesn't respect rules. He is a bad influence and I don't want you to have troubles because of him." Joyce said firmly.
"WHAT??"
"Don't be upset, sweetie, I'm just saying that to protect you."
"From what? From Angel? Mom, you've gotta be kidding me!"
"No, I am serious. I have nothing against that boy, I only want to tell you what I've heard."
"Heard? What have you heard?" They got out of the car, but Buffy wouldn't stop there.
"Well, he has been expelled from school a few times, he has been in jail too. They say he causes trouble everywhere he goes. He has even spent a long time in an psychiatric institution.
Buffy paused for a moment. *No, no it's not true.* "Who told you this?"
"I've been to the hospital for a check up and I talked to a nurse who was complaining about him."
"A nurse?"
"Yes...Joann Evans. She's nice, that Angel boy causes many problems in her family. She suspects him to make moves on her daughter. The poor girl is too innocent to understand that he wants to have sex." Joyce shook her head.
"Mom, you don't know anything. That girl is a real slut. He caught her having sex with some guy from school last week, in HIS bed. I'm not saying he's the perfect man, but he's had lots of problems in his life. Did you even know his parents abandoned him and Kristin just before they died? No wonder he's not the trusting sharing polite type!" Buffy retorted, really upset with her mother.
"Well, he has obviously had a very bad education. Maybe it was a good thing his parents died."
"Do you even hear you talking?" As Joyce was about to reply, Buffy held her hand in the air, interrupting her. "No! I don't wanna hear it. You think whatever you want, but I'm telling you: Angel is my friend, and he's a great guy. You just don't know him." She went to her room without another word.
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