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.

Chapter 12

I didn't see Angel again until after school. I had just stepped off school ground when I heard a car behind me; still worried about the reporter that had been following me I cautiously looked behind me not wanting to give myself away. A breath of relief escaped me when I saw that is was Angel and not Wesley. I turned fully around when he pulled up beside me. Godly, that was what he was and there was no denying it. Maybe tonight I would have the courage to make my move. Doubtfully but it sure is wonderful to dream.

"Need a ride," he questioned while he looked over his glasses.

"Sure."

Slipping into the passenger seat I closed the door, buckled the belt and then turned to face Angel. I was surprised to see him looking very serious. It was the same look he had on when he was questioning me before about Wesley and his accusations, I was hoping he wasn't thinking about the same thing now, after all I had nowhere to run if he started asking questions that I couldn't answer.

So worried about what he was thinking I didn't even notice that he hadn't turned onto my street, instead he continued on until we reached Crawford Mansion. A place that my friends and me had found my first year in Sunnydale. It turned out to be one of the places that I was able to be by myself. I was still lost in my thoughts when I heard my door open.

"Coming." Angel inquired before turning and heading to the main doors. They had never been locked that I could remember so it wasn't surprising when he was able to just push them open and walk in.

By the time I actually got inside Angel was already seated on the hearth of the fireplace in what I could only believe was once the living room. Resigning myself to having this conversation, I stepped through the living room entranceway and took a seat next to Angel. Only seconds passed before Angel began his questioning once again.

"So Buffy..."

"Hmmm..." was my only response, not wanting to make this easy for him.

"Well I was wondering why this reporter, Wesley, seems to believe that you are in fact Fia'in Slayer?"

Only answer I gave was a shrug of my shoulders.

"You must have some idea. I know you talked to him." He continued not deterred by my vague responses.

I was slightly startled by this information but I didn't let it show. I did however turn and shot him a questioning gaze.

"He informed me of the conversation that took place this morning between you and him, when Oz and myself stopped to talk to him at lunch."

"Really?"

"Yes. So what was it that you and Mr. Wyndham-Price talking about?" he asked with a twinge of anger lacing his voice.

"Stalking."

I knew that my vague one-liners were beginning to wear thin on his patience. I could see the anger and annoyance brewing underneath his calm exterior. Angel's temper was not something you would normally want to see. I myself had only seen it once. It was about a year and a half after I moved here. I was out at the Bronze for a night with my friends, when a guy on the dance floor started getting to close. I had tried to put some distance between us but every time I moved away he followed.

Finally having gotten fed up with the boy turned towards my table and shot a look plainly asking for help. It wasn't until Angel had stood up and started making his way over that I noticed his eyes seemed to burn with fury and his fists were clenched at his side. I swore that I even saw a hint of jealousy within the depths of his eyes.

"Stalking?"

"Yes." I swore Angel growled before continuing his line of questioning.

"Buffy. Please tell me what was said in the conversation."

Getting anxious with how close I was to getting baked into a corner, I changed my tune. Instead of showing disinterest my eyes filled with righteous fury. Couldn't he tell I did not want to be having this conversation.

"Why do you have to know Angel. Some conversations are private, you know."

A wounded look crossed his face before it was once again a mask of determination. Each time we had this conversation my resolve for keeping my two lives a secret wavered. Sure I didn't want to worry about all the stares and publicity I would receive once the truth was revealed but lying to my friends was wreaking havoc on my conscience.

"Will you please just tell me what you said to each other than I won't ask about that meeting anymore."

Seeing that he was going to let up I decided to make it easier on myself, I would just tell him the basics of what went on that morning. No harm, no foul. Right!

"Nothing really happened Angel. I caught him following me again and it started creeping, me out so I tried to lose him. Well it worked until I was almost at school. He was parked along the side of the last street that I usually take to get to school. You know the one." He nodded and I continued. " Well I didn't get passed the car before he was out and asking me questions. He insisted that I was Fia'in Slayer. I told him that he had the wrong girl and that everyone knew Fia'in Slayer studied in Europe. He wouldn't leave it alone so I walked away, hoping he would take the hint and leave me alone."

"Is that what really happened?" He asked cautiously probably, trying to figure out if I was lying or not.

Trying to sound as if I was annoyed with his questioning and not fearful that he would find out I replied with a short and terse 'yes'. I could see that he still had questions as well as still doubting me. My fears and feelings for him collided at the same moment I looked into his eyes. So without thinking I stepped forwarded, grabbed his head and kissed him. I had expected him to push me away so it came to quite a surprise when he in fact wound his arm around my waist and pulled me closer. Maybe he didn't realize that it was me one of his best friends that he was kissing.

We didn't break apart until the need for oxygen became apparent. Slightly dazed from the intensity of the kiss I stumbled back a few steps before it finally clicked in my brain. I just kissed Angel. I kissed him. Oh God, what the hell am I going to do.

Halting my thoughts for a moment I looked at Angel. His face surprised me, it didn't look like someone who was angry, upset or disgusted with what just happened, in fact he seemed to be quite pleased with himself. A small half smile was adorning his lips while his eyes seemed to sparkle with restrained glee.

"Oh God, I am so sorry. I should not have done..." I was cut off from finishing my apology by Angel's lips descending on mine once again. Not having the will to turn away I let my feelings overrun and poured them into the kiss.

Breathless once again we pulled away from each other. Angel didn't let go this time instead he rested his forehead against mine, all the while still panting.

"Buffy."

"Angel."

"Will you go out with me tonight?"

"Of course." I replied without thinking.

"On a date?"

He sounded slightly unsure, and I had to hold in my laughter at this. The overly confident Angel O'Conner was unsure about asking me out. It wasn't had to see the humor in it.

"Yes on a date."

"Actually, I don't know if that is..." I was cut off before I could finish.

Angel was looking so intently at me I didn't know if I could turn him down. This was my chance. He had made the first, well okay second move, and now it was all up to me. I had to think about my career as well as my desire to be his girlfriend.

"Buffy it's just one date."

"Yes but it could lead to more for me. Angel I have had feelings for you for along time, if I were to do this it could lead to more for me. Way more than I think you want."

He looked slightly hurt by this, however I also saw that he understood at least a little about my hesitation. My feelings, my heart would be on the line and I couldn't afford to have them shattered if he found out he didn't feel the same. It might be better to be able to dream rather than knowing the truth.

"I know what I want Buffy. And I want a date with you tonight."

Still hesitant I asked the biggest question on my mind, "But do you think that if you found you had feelings for me that you could just drop your playboy ways. You've dated so many and you might find that even if you do have feelings for me you desires might not get met by someone so inexperienced."

While, looking slightly abashed at the mention of his many companions he replied, "If that is what you're worried about, you don't have to." Cupping my cheek he continued, "I don't need to sleep with someone to satisfy my desires. All I need is you. Buffy I have waited for ever for a sign from you that you might be even slightly interested in dating me. Now that I have the chance there is no way in hell that I am passing it up."

"But..." I tried to make him understand.

"But nothing. I am telling you now if you, we, this, works out than I will never look at another female for companionship again."

With that I pushed up on my toes and kissed him again. I couldn't believe, tonight I had a date with my long time crush. Nothing could ruin my day. We kissed for another few minutes before I pulled back and asked to get taken home.

"Why?" He honestly sounded confused as why I would want to leave.

"To get ready for our date. I'll need to look good."

"But you already look good." He said with a slight whine in his voice.

"Well than I need to look better. This after all our first date."

"Fine. I'll take you home but you'll owe me." He said slyly.

"Wouldn't have it any other way," I answered before giggling.

Slinging my jacket over my left arm I intertwined my right one with Angel's. Walking out of the mansion I was on cloud nine. I was going on a date with Angel tonight. My giddiness must have showed threw because when Angel opened the door to his car he laughed slightly before pulling me in for another kiss.

When he pulled away the daze that his kiss seemed to send me into surrounded me until he tapped the roof of the car from the other side. Shaking my head I looked to see that he was already climbing in. Realizing that he was waiting for me I flung my jacket into the backseat once seated and then lightly grabbed his hand. I held it all the way to my house. When he finally pulled up in to the sidewalk in front of my house, I let go of his hand, and unbuckled the belt.

"So I'll meet you at the Bronze around seven?" I questioned.

"No," my face fell slightly, "I'm picking you up after all this is a date not just a friendly get together." He said while smiling the half-smile that seemed to effect my knees so much.

"Okay I'll be ready by eight and I'll meet you out here." He looked slightly confuse at the last part so I cleared it up for him. "Giles is protective."

"I'm sure it should be fine Buffy. I have after all known him for a while now."

Giggling I patted him one the cheek, "Angel that was before you asked me out. You are no longer just another friend, you are now the guy who is dating me."

"Dating?" His tone teasing though I completely missed it.

"We-e-e-ll, dat-t-ing tomo-r-r-ow at least," I replied a little worried.

"Buffy." He stated.

The softness in his voice makes me bring my head up to look him in the eye. I didn't want to tread on soft ground, afraid that the wrong words would send him scuttling away from me. If I wasn't careful I was going to ruin my already slim chances with him.

"I was teasing. Don't be so scared of what I might think. We've known each other for years. Us dating," he emphasized the word 'dating', "doesn't have to change everything in our relationship.

"Ok," I answered quietly, before leaning into kiss him.

"I...should...get...going." I breathed out between lip locking with Angel.

Pulling his head firmly I kissed him once more. Nipping at his lips I quickly teased his mouth to the point of breathlessness. When I was satisfied that he was wound up enough I pecked his cheek quickly and exited the car. Running to house I didn't give him time to react. Once inside I turned around to see that he was watching me from the inside of his car. Blowing him a kiss I closed the door firmly before jogging up the stairs to have a shower.

When I stepped into my room I saw that it was five forty-seven. I hadn't realized how long we were actually at the mansion. Shrugging of my slight surprise at the time I turned to my desk. Pulling out my daily planner I made sure that my night was free after all.

'SHIT' was the resounding word in my head when I looked at my now opened planner. I hadn't realized it but my voice trainer was going to be here in ten minutes. Deciding to postpone my shower until after my appointment, I exited the room and headed back down stairs to wait for Cathy.

Once the voice trainer had arrived I was able to practice for an hour or so before I was practically pushing her out the door. It was just after seven and I still wasn't even close to being ready. Angel would be here at eight.

Showering, choosing what to wear and applying make-up took longer than I anticipated. Not watching the clock I didn't notice that it was five after eight. Completely engrossed in finishing her make-up and hair, I didn't here the sound of knocking nor the sound of the front door opening.

Meanwhile Downstairs
Angel had knocked on the front door but when no one answered he decided to step inside, hoping to catch Buffy coming down the stairs. It wasn't often the door to the Summer's household was not answered by either Buffy or Giles. Giles believed it should poor host/hostess qualities to not answer your door personally.
Closing the door with a resounding click he turned his attention to the noises of the house hoping to pinpoint where Buffy maybe. However it was not Buffy's voice that he heard but that of Giles'. From the sound of things Giles was not happy with whomever he was talking to. Not able to squash his curiosity, Angel crept to towards the Study only doors from the main entrance of the hall.
"No, that is not possible." Giles huffed into the receiver of the phone.
Hoping to get better reception of Giles' side of the conversation Angel gently pushed the door open, just enough to see the man's facial expression
"I have already explained why Fia'in Slayer would not be able to attend the charity event."
The man behind the desk tightens his face in anger before replying once again.
"I am well aware that she is a very influential donator to the charity and that her presence would be a great time to expose herself more to the public. But she has made it clear that she would not be seen at any event this year, unless absolutely necessary."
Angel couldn't believe it. Here he was standing in the Summer's hall waiting for his date, all the while listening to Giles, his dates father, talking about one of the most idolized singers.
"Justine, there is no why that Buffy is going to agree."
Buffy. What did she have to do with this, Angel wondered.
"I know that publicizing once a year is not going to do her career any good. However there is little I can do. She is a very stubborn female."
Buffy was Fia'in Slayer, the answer finally clicked. He couldn't believe it, someone he thought he knew had a totally different life. Someone he thought he could trust had lied to him. As his thoughts continued, his anger began to build. He couldn't believe that Buffy could keep such a thing from her friends, from him. It hurt to think that she didn't think she could trust those she thought of as friends.
Not just the betrayal stung but the fact that she allowed them to make fools of themselves when they talked about Fia'in Slayer. What kind of a fool had he made of himself all those times he praised Slayer not to mention all the pictures he had of the punk singer. It was slightly disconcerting to know that one of the women you fantasized over knew at least part of your thoughts about her. Forgetting these thoughts for the moment he pushed himself from the door when he heard Giles finish his conversation and quietly made his way back to the front entrance.
Keeping his knowledge to himself he stuffed his hands in his pockets to hide the now clenched fists. Lost in thought he stared at the stairs. It wasn't until Buffy called his name from the top that he turned his attention to her, momentarily forgetting about what he just learnt. There she stood with, her hair that was slightly curled flowing down her back over a white silk tank that stretched to just above her leather pants. She was stunning was what she was.
In the time it took to examine her she had made her way done the steps and was standing right in front of him by the time Angel regained his focus. Smiling at Buffy slightly he offered his arm. Once Buffy had slipped her arm through Angel led them out of the door.
"By the way you look stunning."
"Well you don't look to bad yourself," Buffy replied cheekily as she slid into the open door of the car.
Once she was in and the door closed Angel was around to the other side sliding into her own seat. Revving his car he pulled out at made his way to the Bronze. Now that he was seated and able to think her betrayal came forward once more. It was hard to imagine the reasons why she believed she would have to lie to them for so long. He was able to forgive the first year or so that she lived in Sunnydale, after all she didn't know who were her actual friends and who wasn't. But that couldn't explain the reason that she continued to lie to them after she found her true friends.

Angel knew this was only partly where his anger came from, if he was truthful he knew that it came from the fact that she could so easily allow her friends (him) to make such fools of themselves. Those days spent talking about Fia'in Slayer and what it would be like to meet her were embarrassing to think about.

I couldn't understand what was wrong with Angel. He seemed to tense once he was in the car; maybe he was having seconds thoughts about going out with me. Perhaps he realized that I wasn't what he wanted after all. No, no that couldn't be it. He wouldn't lead me on like this. If this were the reason he would have told me at the house. Right. Do I sound at all insecure, because I am?

"Angel, what's the matter. Are you having second thoughts now?"

I could see him visibly breathe out trying to abate his anger. It wasn't how I planned my first date with Angel to go. All I need is one of his old girlfriends to come up to us at the Bronze.

"Nothing to worry about Buffy. Sorry I made you so tense." He replied while grabbing my hand.

I could tell that he was trying to soothe me. His fingers continued to massage the top of my hand as I watched them. Now I knew something was bothering him, he only ever did this when I was really upset or he was. It didn't matter now that tonight was supposed to be my dream night with my dream guy, I was more worried about Angel.