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 - No excuses good enough to explain why it's been more then six months since I updated. I can only say that I had gotten a job shortly after my last update and between the job, school and chores around the house I hadn't had the energy to work on this. I apologize and hope I haven't annihilated any of my readers.

Chapter 15

How could it be so hard to bring my lives together, I knew it was going to be tricky and that it needed careful handling to blend them but I was hoping it wouldn't have been as difficult to fix as it had turned out. As of now I had only three of my nine friends back to talking with me and even they were having a problem treating me like they did before my secret was out. It had been three days sense my talk with Angel, Spike and Faith, still my friendship was strained with them. They didn't know how to act around me, and I wondered if they had maybe not fully forgiven me yet.

This weekend I hoped would be breather for my friends and me. I was in LA for a meeting with Gunn, Fred and our management; we were hatching up the plan to do a charity event for the end of winter. It would be the first of its kind and half of the profits would go to the charity of the band's choice.

"What about the media?" Gunn questioned. He seemed to have caught the attention of the members of the meeting.

"What do you mean?" Lilah, the snotty bitch, replied.

Gunn rolled his eyes at her and looked at Fred to answer, as if he thought it was so obvious that it shouldn't have to be explained, and it was that obvious.

"What Charles," Fred was the only one that ever called Gunn by his given name, the only one who Gunn wouldn't cold-cock, "is trying to say, Lilah is that the media will be all over this event since we have never done this before."

"So."

This time I answered hoping to get it through her thick skull, "So what happens afterwards when I have to return to Sunnydale. They'll be all over my movements and when of them, especially that reporter Wesley I told you about is liable to notice that I don't in fact fly to Europe."

'Why is that so bad. You're friends all know who you are. Right."

I copied Gunn's previous actions and rolled my eyes in annoyance. How dense could she be, "Listen, I don't want my last months of high school to be plagued by friends who aren't actually friendly, reporters who are to nosey for their own good and teachers who may treat me different because of my celebrity status."

"Just calm down Buffy, Lilah is trying to make sure your career will flourish once your finished school. She is suggesting letting your secret out just to air it to the world, she does have a purpose."

"I know, I know. I didn't mean to get worked up."

"Damn girl I agree with you, in fact I think you acted just as I would have." Gunn said with a smile as he swung his legs up to lay them on the table.

It was always funny to be in the same meeting with Giles and Gunn. Gunn would do something, like putting his feet on the table, and Giles would become annoyed. He'd let his annoyance build until it got enough of him and would retaliate. This time Giles simply stood, walked over to Gunn's corner and knocked his feet back of the table. The momentum of his feet falling almost toppled over the chair, with him in it.

"Thanks for the support Gunn, nice to I have you backing me," I let out a burst of laughter before finishing, "even if you were almost knocked right out of your seat by an old guy."

"My dear girl you may want to be careful." Giles warned with a slightly mischievous grin.

"Idle threats Giles, idle threats."

"What makes you think they're idle?"

Fred was the one that answered this time, "You wouldn't hurt her even in play Giles. She has you wrapped around her little finger, we all do."

His look was hilarious, it was as if he never knew and he was just informed about this unimaginable idea. I loved Giles as much as I loved my late mother. I would do almost anything for him. He was the only close family that I had left and he treated Gunn and Fred as if they were a part of him and not just two of my closest best friends.

"You're right of course Fred but what would she do if I were to say that she couldn't do anything but practice for two weeks."

"You wouldn't," I said in a mock-shocked voice. I knew that he wouldn't but it was nice to hear carefree banter after the hellish week I had with my friends form Sunnydale.

"Yeah," Gunn spoke to Giles, "You wouldn't make her do that because if you did you would have to be the house for those to weeks as well. And Giles you would go crazy being stuck with her indoors for that long."

Snorting I said, "Thanks Gunn. Nice to know what you think of me."

"I love you slayer and you know it."

"Back at cha."

I took a quick look around the meeting room and noticed that everyone but Giles, Fred, Gunn and I were the only ones left. Fred must have noticed at the same time for she stood up walked of to Gunn and placed herself in his lap. The smile that graced Gunn's face from this simple movement created such a wealth of envy and happiness within me that I didn't know which was stronger. I was ecstatically happy that they were so happy and that with my secrets and the life of celebrity their relationship still flourished and conquered any obstacles. Yet I was so envious even with Angel forgiving me I still didn't have the closeness I desired with him. Now it wasn't my secret keeping him at arms length but his on churning emotions.

"So are we going to have this spring concert or not," questioned Fred with smile that was directed to Gunn and Gunn alone.

"Sounds good to me."

My friends knew about my secret so what harm could be done if the media was to wheedle out who I was. Sure it would make my last few months a living nightmare but it wouldn't ruin it. Plus, hopefully I'll be back in their good graces by the end of spring.

"Agreed. What could it hurt?" Gunn nodded in approval and Fred squealed in delight. Guess, she was really looking forward to it.

Once the concert was figured out we left the details to be discussed later by Giles and the managing team and left Giles to pick up the meeting. We walked out of the building and swarms of people were surrounding us. I was just glad that I wasn't dressed like Buffy Summers but life Fia'in Slayer. Before we left the elevator I had tucked my hair under a toque and pulled my black 'Made' hoodie up, in anticipation of the people outside.

"Slayer, can I get an autograph?"

"Love you Fred!"

"When's the next concert?"

'Lookin' good Gunn, swing that ass!"

"Sizzling!"

Camera's flashed blinding us and people stepped in the way of our path in hopes to get an autograph. And they did. People got the pictures they wanted and the autographs were signed so fast that we were in the Limo before more people had the chance to gather around. I loved fans as much as the next famous person but it was to risky to be jostled by so many, so quickly.

I was grinning when I finally faced my friends once again, "God I love fans."

"Know what you mean. You just feel the love with them around."

Fred was snuggled against Gunn was again, "Plus we know that our music is appreciated and liked. They make me so happy," she finished with a small laugh and a quick peck on Gunn's cheek.

"Well than let's find some more fans," Gunn suggested with a leer towards Fred and a gentle tug towards him.

Fred laughed at his antics before bouncing over to my seat and laying her head on my shoulder, "Your funny."

Looking at Fred I suggested we go shopping. Gunn's face was hilarious when Fred agreed. It was understandable though; my taste in clothing and Fred's taste in clothing weren't even remotely similar, unless we were dressing as a band. Suddenly a burst of laughter escaped me, it to hilarious to imagine Fred trying something that I would wear on and walking out into public dressed like that when she was not forced.

Monday

I was once again dressed in a pair of form-fitting blue jeans instead of a loose pair of gangster jeans that would be hanging around my knees. My shirt was a black tank with a light blue over shirt rather than my normal backless black silk tank. And my board shoes were replaced for freakishly high high-heels that I despised. I was hoping after my weekend that the week was going to turn out to be something good, like maybe my friends will forgive me and we'll be back to hanging out.

"Buffy."

Surprised at hearing my name being shouted from behind me and a ways down the hall, I turned sharply to see who was trying to grab my attention. To my utter surprise it was Doyle. Out of all my friends I thought Doyle would have been one of the last to forgive but I guess everyone surprises you now and then. I turned around with my arms wrapped tightly around my books at chest level hoping that this was going to be a good conversation.

"Yeah."

He didn't stop in his stride, just grabbed my arm and started pulling me along the hallway towards the library, "I have t' talk to ye lass."

Speechless I just let him me through the library doors. Doyle had never acted like this quite frankly it was mind boggling that he was acting like this towards me, I would have thought that it would be Angel that he grabbed and dragged down the hall.

"What's all this about Doyle," perplexed as all hell.

"'ant to apologize about my reaction the other day, when you told us about your career."

"No reason to, I deserved what I got. I should have told you all sooner."

Doyle shook his head pulled me between the stacks of the library to the back corner, "N' Buffy, you kept it a secret for so long for a reason. I should have listened to the reasons, not just followin' me own girl."

"Totally understandable. You want to support Cordy and you were just overwhelmed by me so you left. I don't blame you or anyone else for their reactions."

"If ye forgive me lassie, I'll forgive you," he said with a wink and a full-blown grin.

I smiled and pushed myself into his arms hugging him, "Deal."

I couldn't believe how lucky I was so far. Angel Spike and Faith had forgiven me, at least somewhat, only days after my big reveal. Now here Doyle was hugging me and forgiving me. God, my life was getting better and better everyday, it was unbelievable.

I was pulled up by arm and wobbled before I found my footing, Doyle clamped my shoulders and settle my feet. Now that we were both standing he slung his arm around my shoulder and began walking back to the main library floor. I was giddy and so happy that I didn't bother to glare at him when he tried to cop-a-feel, I just swatted his hand and watched as he shake the sting out. We stepped out of the stacks and all I cold think was that I hoped that Cordelia would be okay with me now that I was fine with Doyle.