Lyrics belong to Cypress hill "Rock superstar"

:Make money, chill with the honeys

Sign autographs, or whatever the people

Want from me:

I sat in the limo nervously waiting for Buffy, as I watched the unexpected rain pouring down. Mindlessly I fidgeted with the small box in my hand. Half of me was thinking maybe I should put it away, not give it to her. I sighed; at least from the way the driver was squirming, and had locked the doors as soon as we parked, I was sure someone was as nervous as me.

There was a knock on the rain soaked window that made both the limo driver and me jump. I looked up to see Buffy smiling, holding a jacket over her head. I quickly opened the door, letting her slide in next to me. I take a second to look her over; she's wearing form fitting black pants, and a hot black high necked halter top with ring of crystals around the neck.

Damn.

"Hey," she leans and kisses me quickly. I pull her jacket from her, dropping it on the limo floor.

"Hey," I smiled, taking her hand as the driver pulled away from the curb. "Some weather huh?"

"Yeah, isn't this southern California? Not really supposed to rain, earthquakes sure, torrential downpours, nope."

"Yeah," I laugh. "When I started looking for a house everyone told me to get one in the hills. I was like fuck no, I want me one on solid ground."

"Good plan," Buffy nods. "So limo? Wasn't really expecting that."

"They're practically mandatory at premieres. Kinda dumb if you ask me, I'd rather drive. Although, the way you're looking it might have been hard to concentrate." She smiles, squeezing my hand.

"Very distracting yourself."

I smile, not thinking I look near as hot as her. The designer for the show helped me pick out the outfit. Pink skirt, knee length, black shirt, off the shoulder sleeves. I added my own tiny cross necklace, a present from my mother for my birthday last year. I feel like I might be invisible next to her though, and it takes a lot to make me feel that way.

I take a deep breath and pull the box out of my pocket.

"I know this might be foreword, but I got you something." I hand her the box, biting my lip as she opens the box excitedly.

"Ohh," her eyes go wide was she lifts the bracelet. It's a thin silver cuff, with a dragonfly in the center, set with diamonds and emeralds. "I can't let you give me this; it must have cost a fortune."

"It did," I don't lie, and she looks up at me, smirking. Maybe she's amused by my honesty, I don't know. "It was only a small one though, not to brag, but its less than one paycheck for me."

"You get paid every week, or every two?" she asks, looking out of the corner of her eye.

"Every week," I smile.

"Well, in that case. Help me put it on?" I grin, fastening the bracelet around her wrist.

"Looks good," I take her hand in mine again, playing with the bracelet.

"Thank you. So much. I don't know what I did to deserve someone like you." She looked down for a minute, playing with my fingers before beginning to speak again. "Things, things have been bad for a long time, never goin right. I've lost a lot lately, and you're the first really good thing to happen in so long."

"Wow," I breathe out slowly. "That's a lot to live up to."

"Well so far you are doing an excellent job," there was no hint of joking in her voice.

"End of the line ladies. Enjoy the movie!"

Buffy's POV

The door to the limo door is opened wide and sound fills it instantly. Fans screaming, music playing, reporters shouting questions, it's unreal, the bright lights don't help any. Faith lets herself be helped out, before reaching back to take my hand with hers.

I step out of the car into the spotlight, and have never felt so uncomfortable in my life, but at least the rain has stopped. Immediately pictures are being taken of us as Faith twists her hand with mine. She smiles over at me quickly, and I know a dozen cameras have caught it. She leans close to whisper in my ear, even more flashes go off.

"Just smile, stay with me," she squeezes my hand again and we start away from the car. She waves to the reporters, smiling for their cameras, completely in her element. Me, I'm just trying to keep smiling.

Someone waves us forward, but Faith ignored them, turning across the street instead. Fans line three blocks, pressed behind a barricade that looks dangerously close to bursting. She tugs me towards the street; security guards immediately flank us, police holding up hands to stop traffic.

"Come on," she grins and we cross. I've seen a lot of scary things, but never anything as frightening as those fans. She's signing autographs as quickly as possible, completely unfazed by the people grabbing her, pulling her into hugs, and snapping pictures in her face.

"I made this for you," a teenage girl, hands her a pretty bracelet.

"Aww, thank you," Faith slips it on and give the girl a hug.

"I loved last weeks episode!" Someone shouts.

"Thanks," she calls back, not looking up from autographs.

"Is anyone else going to be here tonight?" Someone else asks.

"Krista and Seth should be here," Faith answers, smiling for a picture.

"Krista's hot. Are you two ever gonna hook up on the show?" I smirk when some guy asks this, Faith is signing his autograph.

"She is pretty hot. I'll have to talk to the writers." She winks at the guy and the whole group around him whoops. I feel a tug on my arm, and turn to see a little girl, no more than eight, dark brown hair, being lovingly supported in her mother's arms. I feel a quick pang of sadness in my chest.

"Can you ask her to take a picture with me?" She asks eyes wide.

"Sure," I smile, and reach for Faith. She turns, her eyes questioning.

"This little girl wants a picture," I explain, and the girl waves shyly.

"Sure," Faith grins widely, and reaches out, I think surprising everyone by taking the girl in her arms, holding her tightly. "What's your name?"

"Alissa," the girl answers shyly.

"Smile honey," her mom commands. Both Faith and the girl grin wildly, Faith hugging her close. The mom snaps the picture.

"Thank you so much," the mom says, sounding truly grateful as she takes her daughter back.

"Oh, it's no problem," Faith smiles. "Nice meeting you Alissa."

"Nice meeting you too," Alissa is smiling like she just won the lottery. I wave to her as we start down the line again. Only a few more autographs and the guards force her to stop.

"Sorry," she calls, tossing some lucky fan her sharpie as a consolation prize. We're quickly back in front of the reporters smiling, and posing for pictures, Faith holding me close.

"How's the season going so far?"

"Is it hard to be the lead?"

"Any plans for hiatus yet?"

"Smile please, over here."

"Is this the girl from the bar?"

"Is she your girlfriend?"

She looks at me quickly, in response to that last question. Our hands are linked and I'm surprised she needs any more permission than that. I give her a short nod.

"Yes, she is," she answers, which leads to a frenzy of questions.

"How long?"

"What's her name?"

"Where did you meet?"

"Are you engaged?" I frown, thinking that last one seemed out of the left field.

Finally we make it into the theater, the noise a little less deafening as we step into Mann's Chinese Theater. Some of the crowd turns, looking to see who's arrived, but they immediately go back to their conversations.

"Want a drink?" Faith asks.

"Sure," I nod. I follow as she walks us to the bar, picking up two flutes of champagne. She hands one to me and raises hers in a toast.

"To front page gossip in the morning."

"Cheers," I smile, sipping at the liquid, bubbles tickling my nose, I rub it quickly.

"You like?" She asks.

"Yes," I nod, taking another sip, this one I start choking on as I spot someone across the room.

"What?" Faith asks, trying to look in the direction I am. "Jessica Alba? You want to meet her?"

"No," I catch my breath, then reconsider as the person I was really looking at spots me. "Actually sure," I take her hand, pulling her towards Jessica, which isn't quite in the opposite direction.

"Jessica," Faith smiles.

"Faith? Oh my god, where have you been," Jessica pulls her in a tight hug. "Actually never mind, I know how time consuming a series is."

"Right?" Faith laughs. I glance behind us, knowing we are being watched. "This is Buffy."

"Nice to meet you," Jessica smiles, shaking my hand.

"Same," I smile back, amazed to not feel more nervous. The two of them make a couple more minutes of small talk before Jessica is pulled away by her boyfriend. Then the moment I was dreading happens.

"Buffy," I felt him before he spoke, I turn, facing Angel.

"Angel," I nod. We look each other over for a moment, Faith just standing by and taking us in.

"How have you been?" He asks. "I mean, I've talked to Willow, she says."

"I'm fine."

"That's what she says," he nods.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, the full randomness of the situation finally kicking in.

"Clients, we represent the director and producer, they were nice enough to invite me and the group."

"Hi I'm Faith," Faith interrupts, sticking out a hand. "And you are? A lawyer?"

"Well, I run a law firm," Angel shrugs.

"Angel, look who's here," Fred, Angels eager right hand woman I had met when we first got to LA came eagerly up, young girl in tow.

"Oh Buffy, this is one of our clients."

"Amanda Bynes? You represent Amanda Bynes?"

"Entertainment, you know contract negotiations."

"Right, nice seeing you Ang, we gotta go." I grab Faiths hand, pulling her away.

We make our way into the theater, waving to Krista as we pass. I feel kinda bad cause I think Faith wants to talk to them. We keep going though, sinking into seats further down.

"And Angel is?" Faith dives right into it.

"Ex, very ex." I answer.

"And a lawyer?"

"Sort of," I nod.

"He's older?"

"A little, which by the way is the first thing everyone has to point out."

"Sorry. Bad breakup?"

"We went through hell." I didn't add literally, even though I was thinking it. "It's just not a happy story."

"That's cool," she shrugs. "Do you still feel like going to the party later?" I take a minute, surprised that she isn't pushing the issue.

"Uh, actually, not really," I admit. "I'm sorry, seeing him just threw me. It's been a while."

"I'd rather not go anyway," she smiled. "We could just go back to my place." She looked hopeful, like she thought maybe I would turn her down. That was a dumb idea.

"Sounds good," I smiled, tugging on her hand, pulling her into a kiss just as the lights went down.