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Part 2: Touched by an Angel
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"Miss Summers?" A short man in a button up shirt and khakis approached her as she stepped away from security. She was glad that she wasn't one of the ones picked for a full search of her belongings. They never put her stuff back properly and wrinkled everything.
"Yes?"
"I was sent by the studio to come pick you up and take you to the hotel. My name is Jonathan."
"Hey Jonathan. I don't care where you take me, as long as you get me out of here." She bent down to pick up her suitcases, but obviously couldn't handle the whole set of five bags, so Jonathan bent to help her. "You don't have to do that."
"No problem. I'm an intern, so I'm very used to grunt work." He picked up her luggage and led the way through the throng of people to the front entrance. Buffy shrugged and set off after him. A limo was waiting outside the doors, but Buffy was looking for a more discrete car.
"This way please." Jonathan indicated to the long black vehicle and Buffy's eyes almost bugged out.
"For me?" She asked, surprised. Sure, this may be her big ticket to stardom, but why were they fawning over her now?
"Yes. What did you expect?" He was a little surprised by her naiveté. This was a huge movie, with huge stars. Granted, he knew very little about her but if she had been picked for it then she must be some kind of hot stuff.
"Not a limo, that's for sure." She slipped into the car when he opened the door for her and sank into the plush leather interior. This was going to be so cool. Jonathan sat at the front with the driver and they were off.
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"I'll help you get your stuff into the hotel and then we'll head over to the studio. You got a copy of the script, right?" Jonathan helped her out of the limo when they got to the hotel she would be staying at for the duration of the shoot. It was a large, swanky Plaza-Hilton-Trump Towers type establishment that Buffy had only passed by on the street. When she had been working on 'Demon Hunter' she got to live in her own apartment as they shot in LA and any other movie she had worked on just put her up in smaller hotels, like Howard Johnson. Since the show had wrapped she had given up her LA apartment and settled back in her home base of Sunnydale.
"Uh, yes. I got one a month or so ago." Buffy grabbed a couple of her bags from the trunk with Jonathan.
"You'll probably get an updated script so I hope you didn't commit the lines to memory yet. Here, let me get a trolley for your stuff." He made to grab her bags but she pulled away.
"Why? I can carry them. And I know enough not to memorize the first version of the script that I get." She huffed away into the hotel, leaving Jonathan to trail behind in her wake.
She knew he was just helping, but she wanted to prove herself so badly. She didn't want to act like a prima donna, especially when no one knew who she was, and she didn't want to come off like a rookie when it came to acting. And he was an intern for pity's sake! Where did he get off telling her how to go about learning her lines and carrying her bags for her and. *God! I AM a bitch!* Buffy thought to herself. She paused in the lobby, letting Jonathan catch up to her.
They walked to the check-in desk to get her keys and as they did Buffy couldn't help but admire the decadent hotel she was in. Right out of 'Pretty Woman' this was, and she was the uncouth hooker waiting to be transformed into the well-mannered elite.
"Hello there. Buffy Summers is checking into her suite." Jonathan spoke for her. Willow had explained that all the reservations had been made for her, she just needed to show up. If this was what the lobby looked like she couldn't wait to see what the studio had put her up in for a room.
"Yes. She's on the 19th floor, room 1. If you would like to leave your baggage here we'll have a bellhop take it up in a moment. Please enjoy your stay here Miss Sunmmers." The man at the check-in desk smiled at her and handed her an electronic card- key to use to unlock her door before typing on his computer at the station.
"Are you alright with leaving your stuff here, Buffy?" Jonathan asked cautiously.
"Yes, that would be fine." Buffy dropped the bags she was carrying where Jonathan put the bags he was carrying, leaving her with only her purse to carry. He led her to the elevators and they waited for one to open, which was not long at all.
"What floor please?" The elevator attendant asked.
"Nineteen, please." Jonathan answered. Buffy was a little uncomfortable in these surroundings, having people take her luggage and push the elevator buttons for her. But she supposed she should have to get used to it soon, if this role was going to make her famous. If things went right she would soon have people wanting to feed her food and carry her to the bathroom if she wanted. *So sad, she thought, that people actually DO make others do those things for her. I don't want to be like that.*
"Jonathan," She started, ignoring the attendant in the moving elevator with them. "I am sorry for what happened out there just now. I didn't mean to go all wiggy on you, I just don't want to come off all stuck- up and in the clouds, you know?"
"Oh, it's no problem at all. It's quite refreshing actually. I have had worse things done and said to me since I have been an intern for the studio. This is the first time I have ever been sent to handle a star personally, so I was just trying to do everything correctly. I am sorry if I over stepped my bounds with you."
"Oh, not at all! You were nothing but nice and helpful. I am just not used to it, is all. I'm nervous about this job, you know?"
"Ah, you'll be great! I watched your show when it was on. I was very disappointed when it was cancelled. And I loved you on "Enterprise." He gushed, revealing his true star stuck nature.
"Thanks. Glad to know that some people watched." She grinned at him as the elevator dinged for their stop. The attendant announced their floor and let them step off.
"Alright, this is you." Jonathan indicated to the first door that they came to on their right as they walked the short distance from the elevator to the room.
"There are only four doors up here. This isn't a penthouse, or something, is it?" Buffy again was swamped by her complete naivete of the situation.
"No, there's only one penthouse, on the top floor. These are just suites." Jonathan took her card-key from her, after she let him and swiped it, allowing them access to the room.
"Just suites." He heard her mutter as they walked into the main room of the suite. It was really an apartment, to Buffy. They were standing in a seating area bigger than her living room and kitchen combined, with a dining room set near the back, where the patio doors were. Off to her left was a small kitchenette, with a mini-fridge, microwave and sink. To her right were large, open double doors that led to her huge bedroom. She walked in and marveled at the beauty of it. There was a huge entertainment system facing the bed with a TV, VCR and DVD player, along with a nice stereo. She found an all-purpose remote for the machines on the bedside table. When she sat on the bed to her left was the bathroom. She walked in and gasped at the luxury of it. There was a shower stall, as well as a whirlpool tub that was big enough to swim in. Candles of all colors were around the tub and sink, as well as a basket of bath accoutrements that when she read the card she found out it was from the studio. *Willow must have told them I love to take baths*, she thought smiling at the heavenly scented products.
When she emerged from the bathroom she walked straight to the second set of patio doors in the suite in her room. She didn't walk out on to the balcony but just looked out over the city of Los Angeles, hardly containing her excitement.
"Hey Buffy?" Jonathan called from the living room. He obviously had not explored the place as she had.
"Yeah?" She poked her head out of the room.
"We need to get to the studio so you can get the new script and meet everyone, ok?" He looked at his watch, checking to make sure that they were not late. They still had enough time to get there.
"Can I just freshen up first?" She asked, wanting to see the bathroom again.
"Sure, I'll go wait for you downstairs in the lobby and get the driver around, ok? I'm leaving your card-key on the table beside the door." Buffy nodded and watched as he left the room. She squealed and ran to the bathroom, flicking on the lights. She quickly touched up her make- up and ran a hand through her hair, making sure it wasn't horribly flat from the flight.
There was no reason why Buffy couldn't make it as a movie star. She had the good looks, and small body. She could act and knew enough about career choices to not get cast as the typical blonde cheerleader. She had the long blonde hair and hazel eyes of the typical beautiful "talent-free" actresses that were so abundant today, as Willow had put it, but she was far from brain dead and ditsy. That was why 'Thief' had appealed to her so much. She was playing the female lead that was in control of her own life and situation until a male got into the mix and screwed things up for her. She wasn't sure who was playing her male lead. Willow had mentioned his name a couple times, William "Spike" Giles, but Buffy hadn't had time over the past month to thoroughly find out who she was. She could have asked Willow to do the legwork for her but she had been busy with her other clients as well so that wasn't an option. All she knew was that he was in a band "Band of Buggered" that was very popular and this was his first movie. She had never heard them perform, as far as she knew, but then again she didn't even have time to research her costar, let alone listen to music or watch movies. She would hopefully find out for herself today. She was very nervous and hoped that he was a sane rock star, not some druggie party animal. She did know that he was handsome however, from what she had heard about him. Even same-sex-oriented Willow said he was good looking.
She finished checking her hair and grinned at herself one last time before turning off the lights in the bathroom and heading for the door. The first thing she would have to do when she came back was take a bath with all that wonderful bath stuff. She headed for the door, noting that her luggage was now sitting by her door, which must have arrived before Jonathan left.
She was contemplating taking a jacket with her when she started to step out of her room. At the last second she noticed the card-key that Jonathan had left behind on the stand and managed to grab it before she shut the door, thus saving her from the rookie embarrassment of having to get management let her back into her room. *That would be stupid,* she shook her head and turned back out of the doorway quickly, not noticing where she was going.
*Whump* Buffy soon noticed the fine quality of the hotel carpeting as she was sent to the floor as a result of crashing into someone, very hard. She lay with her head touching the floor for a moment while she got the breath back that had been knocked out of her.
"Whoa there, are you alright luv?" A worried English voice came from above her, causing her to groan internally. *Great, only the 6754th time today that I have made an ass of myself.*
Grimly she rolled over, prepared to meet some stuffy coot that would rag her out for not looking where she was going. There was an overhead light right behind the man as she looked at him, causing his face to be obscured as Buffy squinted into the light. Her chest still ached a little from the crash so she didn't try to get up.
As the man's face came closer to see if she was all right, Buffy lost her breath again. This time it was from the man standing above her. The way the light was behind his head made his almost white hair glow, as if he were in a halo and as he leaned down even more she could see the beautiful blue of his eyes, that pierced through her. As if he weren't beautiful enough he had cheekbones that one could ski down, they were so high and perfectly defined.
*Oh yeah, this is heaven.* Buffy thought as he lifted a hand to her forehead. *I'm in the presence of an angel.*
"So, luv. Are you alright, or am I going to have to perform mouth to mouth?" The angel murmured to her, a smirk crossing his beautiful features.
*Oh, boy. On the other hand, he could be a devil too. *
See fic, ratings, disclaimer, etc in the first chapter.
REVIEW PLEASE! ~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Miss Summers?" A short man in a button up shirt and khakis approached her as she stepped away from security. She was glad that she wasn't one of the ones picked for a full search of her belongings. They never put her stuff back properly and wrinkled everything.
"Yes?"
"I was sent by the studio to come pick you up and take you to the hotel. My name is Jonathan."
"Hey Jonathan. I don't care where you take me, as long as you get me out of here." She bent down to pick up her suitcases, but obviously couldn't handle the whole set of five bags, so Jonathan bent to help her. "You don't have to do that."
"No problem. I'm an intern, so I'm very used to grunt work." He picked up her luggage and led the way through the throng of people to the front entrance. Buffy shrugged and set off after him. A limo was waiting outside the doors, but Buffy was looking for a more discrete car.
"This way please." Jonathan indicated to the long black vehicle and Buffy's eyes almost bugged out.
"For me?" She asked, surprised. Sure, this may be her big ticket to stardom, but why were they fawning over her now?
"Yes. What did you expect?" He was a little surprised by her naiveté. This was a huge movie, with huge stars. Granted, he knew very little about her but if she had been picked for it then she must be some kind of hot stuff.
"Not a limo, that's for sure." She slipped into the car when he opened the door for her and sank into the plush leather interior. This was going to be so cool. Jonathan sat at the front with the driver and they were off.
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"I'll help you get your stuff into the hotel and then we'll head over to the studio. You got a copy of the script, right?" Jonathan helped her out of the limo when they got to the hotel she would be staying at for the duration of the shoot. It was a large, swanky Plaza-Hilton-Trump Towers type establishment that Buffy had only passed by on the street. When she had been working on 'Demon Hunter' she got to live in her own apartment as they shot in LA and any other movie she had worked on just put her up in smaller hotels, like Howard Johnson. Since the show had wrapped she had given up her LA apartment and settled back in her home base of Sunnydale.
"Uh, yes. I got one a month or so ago." Buffy grabbed a couple of her bags from the trunk with Jonathan.
"You'll probably get an updated script so I hope you didn't commit the lines to memory yet. Here, let me get a trolley for your stuff." He made to grab her bags but she pulled away.
"Why? I can carry them. And I know enough not to memorize the first version of the script that I get." She huffed away into the hotel, leaving Jonathan to trail behind in her wake.
She knew he was just helping, but she wanted to prove herself so badly. She didn't want to act like a prima donna, especially when no one knew who she was, and she didn't want to come off like a rookie when it came to acting. And he was an intern for pity's sake! Where did he get off telling her how to go about learning her lines and carrying her bags for her and. *God! I AM a bitch!* Buffy thought to herself. She paused in the lobby, letting Jonathan catch up to her.
They walked to the check-in desk to get her keys and as they did Buffy couldn't help but admire the decadent hotel she was in. Right out of 'Pretty Woman' this was, and she was the uncouth hooker waiting to be transformed into the well-mannered elite.
"Hello there. Buffy Summers is checking into her suite." Jonathan spoke for her. Willow had explained that all the reservations had been made for her, she just needed to show up. If this was what the lobby looked like she couldn't wait to see what the studio had put her up in for a room.
"Yes. She's on the 19th floor, room 1. If you would like to leave your baggage here we'll have a bellhop take it up in a moment. Please enjoy your stay here Miss Sunmmers." The man at the check-in desk smiled at her and handed her an electronic card- key to use to unlock her door before typing on his computer at the station.
"Are you alright with leaving your stuff here, Buffy?" Jonathan asked cautiously.
"Yes, that would be fine." Buffy dropped the bags she was carrying where Jonathan put the bags he was carrying, leaving her with only her purse to carry. He led her to the elevators and they waited for one to open, which was not long at all.
"What floor please?" The elevator attendant asked.
"Nineteen, please." Jonathan answered. Buffy was a little uncomfortable in these surroundings, having people take her luggage and push the elevator buttons for her. But she supposed she should have to get used to it soon, if this role was going to make her famous. If things went right she would soon have people wanting to feed her food and carry her to the bathroom if she wanted. *So sad, she thought, that people actually DO make others do those things for her. I don't want to be like that.*
"Jonathan," She started, ignoring the attendant in the moving elevator with them. "I am sorry for what happened out there just now. I didn't mean to go all wiggy on you, I just don't want to come off all stuck- up and in the clouds, you know?"
"Oh, it's no problem at all. It's quite refreshing actually. I have had worse things done and said to me since I have been an intern for the studio. This is the first time I have ever been sent to handle a star personally, so I was just trying to do everything correctly. I am sorry if I over stepped my bounds with you."
"Oh, not at all! You were nothing but nice and helpful. I am just not used to it, is all. I'm nervous about this job, you know?"
"Ah, you'll be great! I watched your show when it was on. I was very disappointed when it was cancelled. And I loved you on "Enterprise." He gushed, revealing his true star stuck nature.
"Thanks. Glad to know that some people watched." She grinned at him as the elevator dinged for their stop. The attendant announced their floor and let them step off.
"Alright, this is you." Jonathan indicated to the first door that they came to on their right as they walked the short distance from the elevator to the room.
"There are only four doors up here. This isn't a penthouse, or something, is it?" Buffy again was swamped by her complete naivete of the situation.
"No, there's only one penthouse, on the top floor. These are just suites." Jonathan took her card-key from her, after she let him and swiped it, allowing them access to the room.
"Just suites." He heard her mutter as they walked into the main room of the suite. It was really an apartment, to Buffy. They were standing in a seating area bigger than her living room and kitchen combined, with a dining room set near the back, where the patio doors were. Off to her left was a small kitchenette, with a mini-fridge, microwave and sink. To her right were large, open double doors that led to her huge bedroom. She walked in and marveled at the beauty of it. There was a huge entertainment system facing the bed with a TV, VCR and DVD player, along with a nice stereo. She found an all-purpose remote for the machines on the bedside table. When she sat on the bed to her left was the bathroom. She walked in and gasped at the luxury of it. There was a shower stall, as well as a whirlpool tub that was big enough to swim in. Candles of all colors were around the tub and sink, as well as a basket of bath accoutrements that when she read the card she found out it was from the studio. *Willow must have told them I love to take baths*, she thought smiling at the heavenly scented products.
When she emerged from the bathroom she walked straight to the second set of patio doors in the suite in her room. She didn't walk out on to the balcony but just looked out over the city of Los Angeles, hardly containing her excitement.
"Hey Buffy?" Jonathan called from the living room. He obviously had not explored the place as she had.
"Yeah?" She poked her head out of the room.
"We need to get to the studio so you can get the new script and meet everyone, ok?" He looked at his watch, checking to make sure that they were not late. They still had enough time to get there.
"Can I just freshen up first?" She asked, wanting to see the bathroom again.
"Sure, I'll go wait for you downstairs in the lobby and get the driver around, ok? I'm leaving your card-key on the table beside the door." Buffy nodded and watched as he left the room. She squealed and ran to the bathroom, flicking on the lights. She quickly touched up her make- up and ran a hand through her hair, making sure it wasn't horribly flat from the flight.
There was no reason why Buffy couldn't make it as a movie star. She had the good looks, and small body. She could act and knew enough about career choices to not get cast as the typical blonde cheerleader. She had the long blonde hair and hazel eyes of the typical beautiful "talent-free" actresses that were so abundant today, as Willow had put it, but she was far from brain dead and ditsy. That was why 'Thief' had appealed to her so much. She was playing the female lead that was in control of her own life and situation until a male got into the mix and screwed things up for her. She wasn't sure who was playing her male lead. Willow had mentioned his name a couple times, William "Spike" Giles, but Buffy hadn't had time over the past month to thoroughly find out who she was. She could have asked Willow to do the legwork for her but she had been busy with her other clients as well so that wasn't an option. All she knew was that he was in a band "Band of Buggered" that was very popular and this was his first movie. She had never heard them perform, as far as she knew, but then again she didn't even have time to research her costar, let alone listen to music or watch movies. She would hopefully find out for herself today. She was very nervous and hoped that he was a sane rock star, not some druggie party animal. She did know that he was handsome however, from what she had heard about him. Even same-sex-oriented Willow said he was good looking.
She finished checking her hair and grinned at herself one last time before turning off the lights in the bathroom and heading for the door. The first thing she would have to do when she came back was take a bath with all that wonderful bath stuff. She headed for the door, noting that her luggage was now sitting by her door, which must have arrived before Jonathan left.
She was contemplating taking a jacket with her when she started to step out of her room. At the last second she noticed the card-key that Jonathan had left behind on the stand and managed to grab it before she shut the door, thus saving her from the rookie embarrassment of having to get management let her back into her room. *That would be stupid,* she shook her head and turned back out of the doorway quickly, not noticing where she was going.
*Whump* Buffy soon noticed the fine quality of the hotel carpeting as she was sent to the floor as a result of crashing into someone, very hard. She lay with her head touching the floor for a moment while she got the breath back that had been knocked out of her.
"Whoa there, are you alright luv?" A worried English voice came from above her, causing her to groan internally. *Great, only the 6754th time today that I have made an ass of myself.*
Grimly she rolled over, prepared to meet some stuffy coot that would rag her out for not looking where she was going. There was an overhead light right behind the man as she looked at him, causing his face to be obscured as Buffy squinted into the light. Her chest still ached a little from the crash so she didn't try to get up.
As the man's face came closer to see if she was all right, Buffy lost her breath again. This time it was from the man standing above her. The way the light was behind his head made his almost white hair glow, as if he were in a halo and as he leaned down even more she could see the beautiful blue of his eyes, that pierced through her. As if he weren't beautiful enough he had cheekbones that one could ski down, they were so high and perfectly defined.
*Oh yeah, this is heaven.* Buffy thought as he lifted a hand to her forehead. *I'm in the presence of an angel.*
"So, luv. Are you alright, or am I going to have to perform mouth to mouth?" The angel murmured to her, a smirk crossing his beautiful features.
*Oh, boy. On the other hand, he could be a devil too. *