Title – Fia'in Summer
Summary –Two lives being led by one person. Buffy Summers is the newly famous punk singer Fia'in Slayer, what happens when her friends find out.
Disclaimer – Not mine! All characters belong to Mutant Enemy and Joss Whedon
Rating – Pg-13, I suppose.
A/N – This a rewrite, I didn't like how my last Chapter 6 ended and I was able to write more so here it is. My next chapter should be up ASAP, I know I say it a lot but I have to finish this because my computer is going to be gone in a few weeks.
Chapter 6
Only moments after falling onto the couch we heard a knock, sound from the door. Pretending to ignore it I close my eyes with a tired sigh. Although it didn't seem to do any good causing the annoying rhythm continued. Eventually, I slowly rose to my feet to answer the door.
"Hey Giles," I greet the man on the other side of the door. "What can I do for you?"
"Buffy," he begins sternly, "you haven't forgotten about your friends and their backstage passes."
"Crap," I reply while hitting myself on the head. How stupid was for me to forget something so important. "Yep, oops!"
With that answer Giles sighs, shakes his head and leaves. Ebbing, my weariness away slowly, I return to the main room where Fred and Gunn are still sitting. Coming upon the couch I notice they are drowsily watching me.
"Who was at the door, cause they can just go away right about now." Gunn mumbled out with half lidded-eyes.
"Gunn..." Fred only sleepily admonishes him.
Its cute to watch them argue. Gunn will say or do something inappropriate and Fred would admonish him until he was begging her for forgiveness. I personally think she does it just see him beg, but its hard to tell.
"Well Gunn, that was Giles," I let my sentence hang waiting for them to ask.
Rolling his eyes, he shifts Fred around do he could sit up straighter, "Well Slayer what did he want?"
"Umm..." I try stalling. I knew they weren't looking forward to moving anytime soon, especially after that vigorous concert.
"Come on, what did Giles want," Fred quietly asked.
"Well, see I got my friends passes and now they're backstage waiting for us. I totally forgot, so okay lets go." I say quickly while moving towards the couch, grabbing Gunn's arm and hoisting him forward.
"Ah, I was relaxin', lady, and you just couldn't let the black man rest could ya?"
Only seconds later Fred and me were in hysterics. It always made us laugh when he referred to himself as 'the black man'. Why? Well it could have been that he only referred to himself that way when he wanted pity.
"Come on we have to head out. I would let you guys stay here but too much talking from me might set one of my friend's suspicions high. Though, that might not be to bad I am totally sick of this charade I call a life." I mutter the last part to myself before walking out the door.
"Slayer did you say something," Gunn questioned while Fred looked on with a hint of sympathy.
She never said anything, neither of them did. And it sure was nice to be able to talk like that and not have my sanity questioned by Giles. He still couldn't fully understand why I wanted to break my charades. He thought it was just for my friend's sake, so I would be able to be less cautious around them. Yeah sure that was a huge part of wanting to quit with the lies, but mostly I just wanted to lose the burden on carrying the secret.
"Nah, just talking to myself," before I could continue we came insight of my friends. Slipping on my shades I leave my unfinished conversation behind me and step up to the group. "Hey, Fia'in Slayer, this here is Gunn and Fred. It's great to meet you."
If it wouldn't have been insulting I would have laughed at their expressions. They looked so awestruck from my appearance alone, it's hard to remember these are the people live with for most of the year. Sure, it's weird to have my friends look at my so differently.
Quickly glancing through the group I noticed that Angel and indeed brought a date. Some ditzy, blonde bimbo, it seemed as well. Mentally chastising myself, I continue through the group, making sure no one recognized me.
It seemed safe and in the middle of relaxing I notice that Oz had tilted his head. It was a move that he seemed to unconsciously do when trying to place something. I didn't want Oz speculating anything while looking at me, cause I had to admit he was and would be the hardest to fool. Shrugging mentally, I force myself to relax under Oz's scrutiny.
"Harris, Xander Harris," was how he introduced himself saving me from worrying about Oz.
"Oh, grow up Xander. Just ignore him he's an embarrassment to the human race. I'm Cordelia." Cordelia and Xander have to have the weirdest relationship amongst my Sunnydale friends. "This is Doyle, Oz, Willow, Anya, Angel and Angel's girlfriend." She introduced them all quickly.
"My name is Megan," the blonde attached to Angel's arm.
"Yeah whatever," Cordelia replied while rolling her eyes. Looking at my friends they all seemed to be trying to hide their laughter, well all except for Angel.
"Well what do you say about getting this show on the road so we can get to the more fun parts of being backstage." Gunn suggested when he saw the cat fight about to unravel.
We only spent an hour or so touring backstage before heading back into our change room. There was more than enough room to seat us all so we weren't worried about being crowded. Gunn, Fred and me took the couch, with myself in the middle so I didn't risk the chance of my friends recognizing anything familiar.
In our make-up chairs sat Xander with Anya on his lap, Angel and his date, Megan. Oz and Willow were seating on the leather armchair on the right of Gunn, while Cordelia and Doyle sat on the left of Fred in the other leather chair.
"So what's it like to be so famous?" Willow blurted out breaking the silence that seemed to have fallen on the normally rowdy groups.
"Well it's a lot like being normal. Except that everyone knows you. And well you have to be more careful when in the presence of others," Fred answered quickly.
I just shrugged my shoulders in answer not wanting to talk too much, so Gunn spoke next. "It's cool. Everyone knows you and being an idol for hundreds of different people is especially appealing."
"Do you get lots of chicks with being famous," was Xander's question.
"Don't know, I have Fred and that's all I need or want," Gunn replied again momentarily sappy. His comment had the desired effect on Fred for she now had her head ducked and you could see the blush that was encompassing her cheeks. Though Xander seemed to look slightly put out with the answer.
"So what about you Fia'in, do you have lots of suitors," Willow asked in a pleasantly curious voice; if only she knew.
Shrugging my shoulders I quickly reply, "A few."
The answer seemed to satisfy them for the moment. Though Oz was looking at me again. It was quite disconcerting. Especially now that I had my glasses off, he seemed to try and catch my eye every few minutes.
Finally I got tired off the feeling of being watched I stood from the couch and made my way over to get a drink. Though not before informing the group what I was doing, "Drink." Didn't want to be rude or anything.
Gulping down my water I strain to hear if Oz was saying anything. Listening into his conversation I was able to catch only a few words, 'Fia'in', 'Buffy' and 'alike'. It was enough to bring my guard even higher.
Hey, I might want to tell them who I am eventually but I don't intend it be so soon. Knowing I couldn't put it off any longer I returned to the couch and retook my seat. Now I felt even more uncomfortable because now Willow along with Oz was looking at me as if they knew my secret. Sighing I tuned back into the Q and A session.
We spent a few more hours with the Sunnydale group before heading back to the mansion. After that long and tiring day we were all exhausted and just wanted to sleep for the next week. It was nice thought too, though we knew it was impossible since we still had to finish our next C.D. It wouldn't take us much longer, since we only had a few more titles to record. The rest of the summer my friends and I worked on the upcoming C.D. or relaxed. It was nice to be able to sing and relax without worrying about the risk of exposing my secret.
When the time came to go back to Sunnydale, I decided to skip my cover trip to Europe. No one had followed me since my first year after moving, so I didn't see the point in going this year. I was beginning to miss my friends and I just wanted to see them again. Sure I my have my secrets but besides that I am Fia'in Slayer, they know me almost as well as Gunn and Fred.
It only took me a day to pack and make my way back home. Giles tried talking me into making the Europe trip, but I was set against it. I just wanted to get back to Sunnydale and spend the week with my friends before school started. It would be a new experience since I had always came back home the day before.
Giles and myself were engrossed in talking to one another that neither noticed the black lexus that was following us, nor the camera that was mounted on the dashboard. Who would have thought that this year, the year I was going to let my secret out to my friends would also be the year the I was exposed to the rest of the world. Could life get any more difficult? Of course it could and I was about to find out just how much.
Summary –Two lives being led by one person. Buffy Summers is the newly famous punk singer Fia'in Slayer, what happens when her friends find out.
Disclaimer – Not mine! All characters belong to Mutant Enemy and Joss Whedon
Rating – Pg-13, I suppose.
A/N – This a rewrite, I didn't like how my last Chapter 6 ended and I was able to write more so here it is. My next chapter should be up ASAP, I know I say it a lot but I have to finish this because my computer is going to be gone in a few weeks.
Chapter 6
Only moments after falling onto the couch we heard a knock, sound from the door. Pretending to ignore it I close my eyes with a tired sigh. Although it didn't seem to do any good causing the annoying rhythm continued. Eventually, I slowly rose to my feet to answer the door.
"Hey Giles," I greet the man on the other side of the door. "What can I do for you?"
"Buffy," he begins sternly, "you haven't forgotten about your friends and their backstage passes."
"Crap," I reply while hitting myself on the head. How stupid was for me to forget something so important. "Yep, oops!"
With that answer Giles sighs, shakes his head and leaves. Ebbing, my weariness away slowly, I return to the main room where Fred and Gunn are still sitting. Coming upon the couch I notice they are drowsily watching me.
"Who was at the door, cause they can just go away right about now." Gunn mumbled out with half lidded-eyes.
"Gunn..." Fred only sleepily admonishes him.
Its cute to watch them argue. Gunn will say or do something inappropriate and Fred would admonish him until he was begging her for forgiveness. I personally think she does it just see him beg, but its hard to tell.
"Well Gunn, that was Giles," I let my sentence hang waiting for them to ask.
Rolling his eyes, he shifts Fred around do he could sit up straighter, "Well Slayer what did he want?"
"Umm..." I try stalling. I knew they weren't looking forward to moving anytime soon, especially after that vigorous concert.
"Come on, what did Giles want," Fred quietly asked.
"Well, see I got my friends passes and now they're backstage waiting for us. I totally forgot, so okay lets go." I say quickly while moving towards the couch, grabbing Gunn's arm and hoisting him forward.
"Ah, I was relaxin', lady, and you just couldn't let the black man rest could ya?"
Only seconds later Fred and me were in hysterics. It always made us laugh when he referred to himself as 'the black man'. Why? Well it could have been that he only referred to himself that way when he wanted pity.
"Come on we have to head out. I would let you guys stay here but too much talking from me might set one of my friend's suspicions high. Though, that might not be to bad I am totally sick of this charade I call a life." I mutter the last part to myself before walking out the door.
"Slayer did you say something," Gunn questioned while Fred looked on with a hint of sympathy.
She never said anything, neither of them did. And it sure was nice to be able to talk like that and not have my sanity questioned by Giles. He still couldn't fully understand why I wanted to break my charades. He thought it was just for my friend's sake, so I would be able to be less cautious around them. Yeah sure that was a huge part of wanting to quit with the lies, but mostly I just wanted to lose the burden on carrying the secret.
"Nah, just talking to myself," before I could continue we came insight of my friends. Slipping on my shades I leave my unfinished conversation behind me and step up to the group. "Hey, Fia'in Slayer, this here is Gunn and Fred. It's great to meet you."
If it wouldn't have been insulting I would have laughed at their expressions. They looked so awestruck from my appearance alone, it's hard to remember these are the people live with for most of the year. Sure, it's weird to have my friends look at my so differently.
Quickly glancing through the group I noticed that Angel and indeed brought a date. Some ditzy, blonde bimbo, it seemed as well. Mentally chastising myself, I continue through the group, making sure no one recognized me.
It seemed safe and in the middle of relaxing I notice that Oz had tilted his head. It was a move that he seemed to unconsciously do when trying to place something. I didn't want Oz speculating anything while looking at me, cause I had to admit he was and would be the hardest to fool. Shrugging mentally, I force myself to relax under Oz's scrutiny.
"Harris, Xander Harris," was how he introduced himself saving me from worrying about Oz.
"Oh, grow up Xander. Just ignore him he's an embarrassment to the human race. I'm Cordelia." Cordelia and Xander have to have the weirdest relationship amongst my Sunnydale friends. "This is Doyle, Oz, Willow, Anya, Angel and Angel's girlfriend." She introduced them all quickly.
"My name is Megan," the blonde attached to Angel's arm.
"Yeah whatever," Cordelia replied while rolling her eyes. Looking at my friends they all seemed to be trying to hide their laughter, well all except for Angel.
"Well what do you say about getting this show on the road so we can get to the more fun parts of being backstage." Gunn suggested when he saw the cat fight about to unravel.
We only spent an hour or so touring backstage before heading back into our change room. There was more than enough room to seat us all so we weren't worried about being crowded. Gunn, Fred and me took the couch, with myself in the middle so I didn't risk the chance of my friends recognizing anything familiar.
In our make-up chairs sat Xander with Anya on his lap, Angel and his date, Megan. Oz and Willow were seating on the leather armchair on the right of Gunn, while Cordelia and Doyle sat on the left of Fred in the other leather chair.
"So what's it like to be so famous?" Willow blurted out breaking the silence that seemed to have fallen on the normally rowdy groups.
"Well it's a lot like being normal. Except that everyone knows you. And well you have to be more careful when in the presence of others," Fred answered quickly.
I just shrugged my shoulders in answer not wanting to talk too much, so Gunn spoke next. "It's cool. Everyone knows you and being an idol for hundreds of different people is especially appealing."
"Do you get lots of chicks with being famous," was Xander's question.
"Don't know, I have Fred and that's all I need or want," Gunn replied again momentarily sappy. His comment had the desired effect on Fred for she now had her head ducked and you could see the blush that was encompassing her cheeks. Though Xander seemed to look slightly put out with the answer.
"So what about you Fia'in, do you have lots of suitors," Willow asked in a pleasantly curious voice; if only she knew.
Shrugging my shoulders I quickly reply, "A few."
The answer seemed to satisfy them for the moment. Though Oz was looking at me again. It was quite disconcerting. Especially now that I had my glasses off, he seemed to try and catch my eye every few minutes.
Finally I got tired off the feeling of being watched I stood from the couch and made my way over to get a drink. Though not before informing the group what I was doing, "Drink." Didn't want to be rude or anything.
Gulping down my water I strain to hear if Oz was saying anything. Listening into his conversation I was able to catch only a few words, 'Fia'in', 'Buffy' and 'alike'. It was enough to bring my guard even higher.
Hey, I might want to tell them who I am eventually but I don't intend it be so soon. Knowing I couldn't put it off any longer I returned to the couch and retook my seat. Now I felt even more uncomfortable because now Willow along with Oz was looking at me as if they knew my secret. Sighing I tuned back into the Q and A session.
We spent a few more hours with the Sunnydale group before heading back to the mansion. After that long and tiring day we were all exhausted and just wanted to sleep for the next week. It was nice thought too, though we knew it was impossible since we still had to finish our next C.D. It wouldn't take us much longer, since we only had a few more titles to record. The rest of the summer my friends and I worked on the upcoming C.D. or relaxed. It was nice to be able to sing and relax without worrying about the risk of exposing my secret.
When the time came to go back to Sunnydale, I decided to skip my cover trip to Europe. No one had followed me since my first year after moving, so I didn't see the point in going this year. I was beginning to miss my friends and I just wanted to see them again. Sure I my have my secrets but besides that I am Fia'in Slayer, they know me almost as well as Gunn and Fred.
It only took me a day to pack and make my way back home. Giles tried talking me into making the Europe trip, but I was set against it. I just wanted to get back to Sunnydale and spend the week with my friends before school started. It would be a new experience since I had always came back home the day before.
Giles and myself were engrossed in talking to one another that neither noticed the black lexus that was following us, nor the camera that was mounted on the dashboard. Who would have thought that this year, the year I was going to let my secret out to my friends would also be the year the I was exposed to the rest of the world. Could life get any more difficult? Of course it could and I was about to find out just how much.