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 – Finished finals finally, so I can work on the plot more steadily. Also sorry about the erratic updates but I suck at writing and so it takes me awhile to get a chapter done. I'll try to be more consistent now. Again I apologize.
Chapter 10
Unlike most morning I wasn't awoke by an alarm ringing in my ear, no I was awoken by pack of hard bodies landing on me. Let's say I was not happy to be woken like this. The night before had been strenuous on me, with having to deal with Angel and his normal behavior, keeping watch over my house to make sure nothing happened, and also to watch out for my friends. I was so exhausted I just wanted to sleep for another few hours, but with the mattress continually moving it seemed to slowly destroy the idea all together.
"What the hell do you guys think your doing in my room at this hour," I snarled through my pillow.
If they expected me to be pleased for being woken up this way, they had another thing coming. Not only was it still summer holidays, but the weekend as well, and I never got up earlier then 11am on the weekend. I do need my beauty sleep.
"You have to get up as well. They had woken me up so I could come in here and jump on you when I could have been sleeping with Xander." Anya complained.
"Quit your whining Anya. Nothing was going to happen anyway, Xander was still asleep when you left." Willow explained.
"Well if you hadn't woken me something may have happened when he woke up," she continued while pouting.
"That is too much information for this early in the morning," I replied while pulling myself up to sit against my headboard.
I knew I had no chance of sleeping anymore and so I shooed the girls out before they began bickering again. I needed to get dressed and I heard the sound of the guys downstairs. They were probably trying to find something too eat, although they were most likely only going to find crackers and soup. I definitely had to go shopping soon. Giles was after all going to be gone another two days. Pulling on a pair of worn jeans and a pink tank, I brushed my hair quickly and than headed down to see if the guys needed anything.
When I entered the kitchen I was greeted with the sight of the of my friends soaked with pools of water on the floor. The females seemed to have been seeking protection behind a now upturned table and the guys were using the island as a shelter. It wasn't until I was splashed with a glass of cold water that I ended the whole thing. Sometimes my friends could be so childish. It was nice to know that we could be so carefree with each other.
Once the kitchen and eating area was dried, we all sat at the table. When everyone had sat I noticed that Angel was there as well. Keeping myself from thoughts of Angel at the moment I turned my attention to the rest of the room.
"So we're all here right now," I start. "Good than we can clean up. Giles will be home tomorrow and I do not feel like getting in shit. "
"Yeah, Yeah. It'll get done tonight, don't worry about it," Xander tried persuading his way out.
I remembered the last party that I hosted. It was the post-spring fling party and Giles was once again off on the job. I was suspecting him home the day after the fling and so I naturally agreed to the party when my friends said they would help. Well the morning after the party I agreed to cleaning the mess up later that day, however when night had fallen I couldn't find any of my friends. So I had to clean the whole house by my house.
To make matters worse in the middle of cleaning Giles had come home. He had finished early and decided to come home so he could spend that night in his bed. Needless to say when he saw the home I was in major shit. It took awhile for my friends to get on my good side again after that.
"Nuh-uh. After coffee we're cleaning this house. If you don't remember, last time I waited to clean up I was grounded for a month."
"We promise to help this time," Xander continued trying to weasel his way out.
"NO," I was not going to let him weasel out of the aftermath of this party too.
When Xander saw he was going to get out of it he gave a resigned sigh and finished breakfast. It wasn't until breakfast was winding down that Willow brought up the reporter from the night before. I had actually prayed that she had forgotten about him but my luck seemed to have disappeared.
"Buffy," she began, "I wanted to tell you that some reporter was here last night. He was claiming that this was Fia'in Slayer's home and that you were her."
"Really," I tried to sound interested instead of worried.
Oz seemed to pick up the worry still. Damn he is too observant. My cover was going to be blown before the end of the year. DAMN IT!
"That's absurd Willow," Faith exclaimed.
"That's what I said but he kept insisting that this was Slayer's home."
I watched Oz discreetly as he lloked around my kitchen as if it was the first time he had been in it. I had to think of a way to get the attention way from my home.
"He must have been a psycho fan or something. You know how often Buffy is approached by fans that mistake her for Fia'in Slayer." Spike argued.
"I guess. But he said he was a reporter for the LA Confidential and that he had followed Slayer from LA to here."
"Well there you go Will, Buffy had been in Europe all summer. And you know that Fia'in Slayer schools in Europe, so maybe he mistook Buffy at the airport or something." Xander tried to reason.
I was paying so much attention to Oz that I didn't realize until it was to late that Angel had been watching me intently. Damn it now I had the two most observant males in our group watching me. Just what I needed. I knew now that I was going to have to tell very soon.
Angel was the next to speak. Though it was slightly surprising when he didn't ask the same questions that the others did.
"Why would he think that you were Fia'in Slayer, Buffy?"
Not wanting to directly lie to my friends I simply shrug my shoulders. It seemed to raise Oz's suspicions and Angel's eyebrow. By now I was sitting stiffly in my chair hoping that Angel couldn't ask his next question. My luck still didn't seem to have returned.
"You haven't answered my question Buff."
"Well..."
My hesitancy seemed to only be noticed by Angel, Oz and Willow. Three of the most inquisitive and smartest people I know. I really had to get myself out of this conversation and FAST.
"Clean," I practically yell when the wait of their three stares had become too much. I backtracked trying to cover my outburst, "I meant that we have to get this placed cleaned up. I sure don't feel like spending all day cooped in this house." Pausing for only seconds I continued, "Neither do you, great. Let's get going than."
With this I stand from my chair quickly and make my way to the kitchen sink. As I started pulling the cleaning supplies out I assigned different areas of the house to each couple.
"Oz and Willow, can you take the kitchen," getting an affirmative answer I moved on. "Xander, Anya you want the Foyer and halls," this time I got an ok as they headed out the door. "Faith and Spike take the bathroom, k." No argument was given. "Doyle and Cordelia you guys want the guest rooms." Cordelia looked about to object but Doyle nodded yes as he pulled her from the room.
Turning to Angel I hand him the wood polish and a rag before speaking, "guess that leaves us with the living room. You don't mind do you?"
"No."
"Great let's go than."
Cleaning was mostly done quietly at least until Angel began his line of questioning from before again. Sometimes I wish that Angel would be more like Xander and just randomly forget conversations. It would be a whole lot less stressful for me anyway,
"Buffy why would he think this was Fia'in Slayer's home?" he asked as he turned to watch me.
It took all my will power not to stiffen at his question. "Maybe Xander was right. Maybe he mistook me..."
"Don't give me that shit Buffy."
I was taken by surprise his voiced was laced with anger, frustration and maybe a little annoyance. Why was this bothering him so much I wondered to myself. His patience seemed to wane when I didn't say anything.
"Buffy why did he think this was Slayer's home?"
Getting desperate I hissed back, "I don't know."
Before he could reply Doyle entered the room. I didn't think anything of his entrance until I saw what he was holding in his left hand. It was one of the most incriminating pieces of evidence that someone could have against me. It was my songbook from last year. This was just great. It was all I needed another friend getting his suspicions up. And if Doyle had actually read the contents of the book than he surely would have told Cordelia. God damn it, couldn't I get a break. It wasn't even the beginning of the school year and I dancing around my friends.
"You write songs," he asks as he handed over the book.
Before I was able to take it, Angel's hand shot out from beside me. I couldn't allow him to see what was in the book; his suspicions were already high enough. Not knowing what to do I pivoted to face him and pounced. His right arm holding the book shot out keeping it from me while his other arm shot towards me. As his left arm held me at bay he started opening the front cover. By now I was scratching him trying to make him feel enough pain to drop his guard, however, I had no such luck.
As I back off and try to step around him he blocks my path again. Sighing in defeat, I back off again. At least until I saw he was opening the book. This time I tried whining my dislike for what he was doing.
"Angel-l-l...that's mine-e-e-e. You shouldn't snoop in other's property when they clearly have a problem with it."
He ignored me as I continued to jut out my bottom lip and pout. Seeing he wasn't paying attention I slam myself into the couch and glare furiously at him. When he doesn't budge I turn to glare at Doyle for bring in the stupid book in the first place, but when I look at the door he was already gone.
Turning my attention back to Angel I was surprised to see him looking at me. He seemed to have finished skimming over the book. Hopefully he doesn't put two and two together and come up with four.
I thanked the heavens when Faith's voice echoed through the house; firmly cutting off any questions that I could see Angel was dying to ask now. Maybe my luck was returning. Leaving Angel in the living room I step up to the stairs and holler back.
"Faith?"
"What?"
"What were you saying," I called back up.
"I wasn't talking to you?"
Damn now I had to go back into the living room and try and dodge Angel's questions. This day wasn't going well at all. A/N - Sorry about the sudden break off but it was getting to write which means it would be boring to read. Since it wasn't time for her friends to find out I couldn't continue. They will find out soon. The next chapter will be when their first day back at school and her identity will be revealed to her friends shortly. I am however having difficulty figuring out a exciting way for this to happen so if any one has suggestions send them my way.
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 – Finished finals finally, so I can work on the plot more steadily. Also sorry about the erratic updates but I suck at writing and so it takes me awhile to get a chapter done. I'll try to be more consistent now. Again I apologize.
Chapter 10
Unlike most morning I wasn't awoke by an alarm ringing in my ear, no I was awoken by pack of hard bodies landing on me. Let's say I was not happy to be woken like this. The night before had been strenuous on me, with having to deal with Angel and his normal behavior, keeping watch over my house to make sure nothing happened, and also to watch out for my friends. I was so exhausted I just wanted to sleep for another few hours, but with the mattress continually moving it seemed to slowly destroy the idea all together.
"What the hell do you guys think your doing in my room at this hour," I snarled through my pillow.
If they expected me to be pleased for being woken up this way, they had another thing coming. Not only was it still summer holidays, but the weekend as well, and I never got up earlier then 11am on the weekend. I do need my beauty sleep.
"You have to get up as well. They had woken me up so I could come in here and jump on you when I could have been sleeping with Xander." Anya complained.
"Quit your whining Anya. Nothing was going to happen anyway, Xander was still asleep when you left." Willow explained.
"Well if you hadn't woken me something may have happened when he woke up," she continued while pouting.
"That is too much information for this early in the morning," I replied while pulling myself up to sit against my headboard.
I knew I had no chance of sleeping anymore and so I shooed the girls out before they began bickering again. I needed to get dressed and I heard the sound of the guys downstairs. They were probably trying to find something too eat, although they were most likely only going to find crackers and soup. I definitely had to go shopping soon. Giles was after all going to be gone another two days. Pulling on a pair of worn jeans and a pink tank, I brushed my hair quickly and than headed down to see if the guys needed anything.
When I entered the kitchen I was greeted with the sight of the of my friends soaked with pools of water on the floor. The females seemed to have been seeking protection behind a now upturned table and the guys were using the island as a shelter. It wasn't until I was splashed with a glass of cold water that I ended the whole thing. Sometimes my friends could be so childish. It was nice to know that we could be so carefree with each other.
Once the kitchen and eating area was dried, we all sat at the table. When everyone had sat I noticed that Angel was there as well. Keeping myself from thoughts of Angel at the moment I turned my attention to the rest of the room.
"So we're all here right now," I start. "Good than we can clean up. Giles will be home tomorrow and I do not feel like getting in shit. "
"Yeah, Yeah. It'll get done tonight, don't worry about it," Xander tried persuading his way out.
I remembered the last party that I hosted. It was the post-spring fling party and Giles was once again off on the job. I was suspecting him home the day after the fling and so I naturally agreed to the party when my friends said they would help. Well the morning after the party I agreed to cleaning the mess up later that day, however when night had fallen I couldn't find any of my friends. So I had to clean the whole house by my house.
To make matters worse in the middle of cleaning Giles had come home. He had finished early and decided to come home so he could spend that night in his bed. Needless to say when he saw the home I was in major shit. It took awhile for my friends to get on my good side again after that.
"Nuh-uh. After coffee we're cleaning this house. If you don't remember, last time I waited to clean up I was grounded for a month."
"We promise to help this time," Xander continued trying to weasel his way out.
"NO," I was not going to let him weasel out of the aftermath of this party too.
When Xander saw he was going to get out of it he gave a resigned sigh and finished breakfast. It wasn't until breakfast was winding down that Willow brought up the reporter from the night before. I had actually prayed that she had forgotten about him but my luck seemed to have disappeared.
"Buffy," she began, "I wanted to tell you that some reporter was here last night. He was claiming that this was Fia'in Slayer's home and that you were her."
"Really," I tried to sound interested instead of worried.
Oz seemed to pick up the worry still. Damn he is too observant. My cover was going to be blown before the end of the year. DAMN IT!
"That's absurd Willow," Faith exclaimed.
"That's what I said but he kept insisting that this was Slayer's home."
I watched Oz discreetly as he lloked around my kitchen as if it was the first time he had been in it. I had to think of a way to get the attention way from my home.
"He must have been a psycho fan or something. You know how often Buffy is approached by fans that mistake her for Fia'in Slayer." Spike argued.
"I guess. But he said he was a reporter for the LA Confidential and that he had followed Slayer from LA to here."
"Well there you go Will, Buffy had been in Europe all summer. And you know that Fia'in Slayer schools in Europe, so maybe he mistook Buffy at the airport or something." Xander tried to reason.
I was paying so much attention to Oz that I didn't realize until it was to late that Angel had been watching me intently. Damn it now I had the two most observant males in our group watching me. Just what I needed. I knew now that I was going to have to tell very soon.
Angel was the next to speak. Though it was slightly surprising when he didn't ask the same questions that the others did.
"Why would he think that you were Fia'in Slayer, Buffy?"
Not wanting to directly lie to my friends I simply shrug my shoulders. It seemed to raise Oz's suspicions and Angel's eyebrow. By now I was sitting stiffly in my chair hoping that Angel couldn't ask his next question. My luck still didn't seem to have returned.
"You haven't answered my question Buff."
"Well..."
My hesitancy seemed to only be noticed by Angel, Oz and Willow. Three of the most inquisitive and smartest people I know. I really had to get myself out of this conversation and FAST.
"Clean," I practically yell when the wait of their three stares had become too much. I backtracked trying to cover my outburst, "I meant that we have to get this placed cleaned up. I sure don't feel like spending all day cooped in this house." Pausing for only seconds I continued, "Neither do you, great. Let's get going than."
With this I stand from my chair quickly and make my way to the kitchen sink. As I started pulling the cleaning supplies out I assigned different areas of the house to each couple.
"Oz and Willow, can you take the kitchen," getting an affirmative answer I moved on. "Xander, Anya you want the Foyer and halls," this time I got an ok as they headed out the door. "Faith and Spike take the bathroom, k." No argument was given. "Doyle and Cordelia you guys want the guest rooms." Cordelia looked about to object but Doyle nodded yes as he pulled her from the room.
Turning to Angel I hand him the wood polish and a rag before speaking, "guess that leaves us with the living room. You don't mind do you?"
"No."
"Great let's go than."
Cleaning was mostly done quietly at least until Angel began his line of questioning from before again. Sometimes I wish that Angel would be more like Xander and just randomly forget conversations. It would be a whole lot less stressful for me anyway,
"Buffy why would he think this was Fia'in Slayer's home?" he asked as he turned to watch me.
It took all my will power not to stiffen at his question. "Maybe Xander was right. Maybe he mistook me..."
"Don't give me that shit Buffy."
I was taken by surprise his voiced was laced with anger, frustration and maybe a little annoyance. Why was this bothering him so much I wondered to myself. His patience seemed to wane when I didn't say anything.
"Buffy why did he think this was Slayer's home?"
Getting desperate I hissed back, "I don't know."
Before he could reply Doyle entered the room. I didn't think anything of his entrance until I saw what he was holding in his left hand. It was one of the most incriminating pieces of evidence that someone could have against me. It was my songbook from last year. This was just great. It was all I needed another friend getting his suspicions up. And if Doyle had actually read the contents of the book than he surely would have told Cordelia. God damn it, couldn't I get a break. It wasn't even the beginning of the school year and I dancing around my friends.
"You write songs," he asks as he handed over the book.
Before I was able to take it, Angel's hand shot out from beside me. I couldn't allow him to see what was in the book; his suspicions were already high enough. Not knowing what to do I pivoted to face him and pounced. His right arm holding the book shot out keeping it from me while his other arm shot towards me. As his left arm held me at bay he started opening the front cover. By now I was scratching him trying to make him feel enough pain to drop his guard, however, I had no such luck.
As I back off and try to step around him he blocks my path again. Sighing in defeat, I back off again. At least until I saw he was opening the book. This time I tried whining my dislike for what he was doing.
"Angel-l-l...that's mine-e-e-e. You shouldn't snoop in other's property when they clearly have a problem with it."
He ignored me as I continued to jut out my bottom lip and pout. Seeing he wasn't paying attention I slam myself into the couch and glare furiously at him. When he doesn't budge I turn to glare at Doyle for bring in the stupid book in the first place, but when I look at the door he was already gone.
Turning my attention back to Angel I was surprised to see him looking at me. He seemed to have finished skimming over the book. Hopefully he doesn't put two and two together and come up with four.
I thanked the heavens when Faith's voice echoed through the house; firmly cutting off any questions that I could see Angel was dying to ask now. Maybe my luck was returning. Leaving Angel in the living room I step up to the stairs and holler back.
"Faith?"
"What?"
"What were you saying," I called back up.
"I wasn't talking to you?"
Damn now I had to go back into the living room and try and dodge Angel's questions. This day wasn't going well at all. A/N - Sorry about the sudden break off but it was getting to write which means it would be boring to read. Since it wasn't time for her friends to find out I couldn't continue. They will find out soon. The next chapter will be when their first day back at school and her identity will be revealed to her friends shortly. I am however having difficulty figuring out a exciting way for this to happen so if any one has suggestions send them my way.