Title: A Different Past with the Same
FutureRating: PG-13
Summary: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel the Demon Hunter meet. Wackness ensues: AU Buffy/Angel
Authors Notes: Please send me feed back please please please. Good or Bad. Dis.: I don't own them. I wish I did, but I don't so please don't sue.
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Buffy was leading the way to The Magic Box and the person she always ran to when things got weird. She was lost in her thoughts, analyzing the feeling Angel had given her when they first met and just now when they shook hands. After much deliberation she decided that it was because her spider sense had recognized his power. She repeated this over and over again in her mind and reminded herself that it had nothing to do with how good he looked in those leather pants. With an annoyed sigh she doubled her pace.
Angel could easily keep up with Buffy, but he realized that she wanted some space so he walked a few steps behind. He also thought with a smile, it allows him to observe her. Angel had read many things about the Slayer but he never imagined he would meet one. Buffy was defiantly not what he expected. He watched as she quickly moved through the shadows. Like a predator. Like him. Angel was brought back into reality when he heard her sigh and watched as her pace quickened. Angel looked back and realized that Spike and Dru were in no way trying to keep up and that pretty soon they would lose them. The tall brunette reached out and grabbed Buffy's arm and was surprised to feel the same shock as before travel through his body. She whirled around alarmed, yanking her arm out of his grasp.
"You think we could go slower," Angel said with his half smile trying to show that he wasn't an enemy. He watched as she visually relaxed and a small grin crept on to her face.
"What?" she asked with mocking amusement, "Can't keep up?"
"Spike and Dru are lagging behind," he explained nodding his head in there direction.
"Oh," Buffy said glancing back at the couple, "yeah. Of course."
She slowed down and walked beside Angel as they turned another corner. After a long pause, Buffy tried to start a conversation, "So.... Why is it that you know what a slayer is but I've never even heard of a 'Warrior'?"
"Maybe you should read more," he said playfully poking her in the side. She laughed and lightly smacked him in the stomach.
"So, what brought you to good old Sunnydale?"
"My Watcher," he said the last word with bitter sarcasm, "more fondly known as Cryptic Guy."
"You have a watcher too?" she asked suprised.
"Yeah, but as far as I know he's completely different to the Slayers watcher," he explained, "supposedly he's 'Sent from the Powers.' Which basically means he just shows up whenever and wherever he wants and warns me about some danger that's about to arise or drops a huge weight on my shoulders and then leaves. He only appears to tell me not to do this or go there. And when I avert an Apocalypse do I get so much as a thank you? No."
"Sucks," Buffy sympathized.
"Yeah..." Angel muttered.
"So, one day this Watcher guy just shows up and is like 'Hey, drop everything so you can travel half way across the planet to live in some extremely small town in southern California' and your all like 'Yeah, okay that sounds like fun?" she asked more than slightly confused.
"Well, he did say the world was in danger," Angel pointed out.
"The worlds always in danger," Buffy answered.
"True," Angel nodded, "but he also said it's the Hellmouth. And who could pass up a chance to see that?" he joked.
"Yep, that's our Sunnydale," Buffy answer cheerfully.
"Does it bother you?" Angel questioned turning serious.
"You mean all the people that I don't save and the people that get hurt by helping me or just the Hellmouth...."
Angel decided not to go into the first part and replied, "Door number two..."
She looked up at him and then back down to the street. Her voice took on a lighter tone and explained, "Well, after spending three years of high school hanging out right on top of the Hellmouth and I mean right on top of it and stopping it from opening countless of times you kinda get used to the actual mouth of hell." She smiled up at Angel and watched as he his head smiling at her. "Ohh, here it is." She said opening the door and walking in.
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Angel examined the room as he watched Spike and Dru sit down at a table. Jars containing everything from eye of newt to tongues of demons covered the selves. Spices and dusty books cluttered counter tops. He picked up a black candle and smelt it. Coughing he put it back down. When Spike glanced at him with a questioning smirk he managed to choke out, "Strong."
Buffy emerged form the back room with an old man wearing glasses. "Guys this is Giles, Giles this is Spike, Dru and Angel, who's a warrior." The last word held a bit of a question. She glanced at Giles as she walked over to the counter and jumped up to sit on it. She started examining her nails zoning out from what ever Giles was going to say.
"A... Warrior?" Giles asked in his thick British accent. He asked sitting down at the table with Spike. Dru was now curiously examining the room.
"Yes," Angel answered as he watched Buffy idly swing her feet in the air from her seat on top of the counter. She had no interest in the conversation at all. She was watching Drusillia curiously as she wandered around the room picking up different symbols and ingredients. The blonde bounced her feet off the wood beneath her and jumped off.
"What exactly is that?" Giles asked, "I've never heard of one before."
With a sigh Angel began to repeat what Whistler had told him when they first met, "Once every fifty years, a man with the skills of a slayer and the strength of a vampire was born. His duty was to defend the world against the demons that haunt the shadows."
"Which basically means he's the male equivalent of a slayer?" Buffy asked as she picked up a fertility statue. She made a face at it and put it down turning to Angel for the answer.
"Basically yeah," he said smiling at her behavior.
"Cool," Buffy said running a hand through her hair, "another white hat... Which means I get some time off," she looked to Giles for approval. His only reaction was to clean his glasses and look pointedly at her.
Buffy rolled her eyes and glanced at her watch, "Opps," she muttered under her breath and grabbed her coat slipping it on as she traveled towards the door. Dru looked up from the book she was inspecting to watch her leave.
"Where are you going?" Giles asked as he watched her open the door.
"It's late and I have school tomorrow," Buffy said apologetically, "Angel, you can explain the rest to Giles, Will and him are the brains of the operation anyway."
"Alright," the watcher said dismissing her, "Don't forget about your training after classes though," he yelled to her as she stepped out of the door.
"Don't worry," the blonde told him with a smirk peeking her head back in, "and I'll bring the gang and they can meet our newest super hero." She said good night to everyone and left with a small wave.
After watching the petite slayer turn the corner Angel turned to the watcher with a confused look, "The gang?"
Giles just laughed and turned back to the cash register.
TBC
Summary: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel the Demon Hunter meet. Wackness ensues: AU Buffy/Angel
Authors Notes: Please send me feed back please please please. Good or Bad. Dis.: I don't own them. I wish I did, but I don't so please don't sue.
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Buffy was leading the way to The Magic Box and the person she always ran to when things got weird. She was lost in her thoughts, analyzing the feeling Angel had given her when they first met and just now when they shook hands. After much deliberation she decided that it was because her spider sense had recognized his power. She repeated this over and over again in her mind and reminded herself that it had nothing to do with how good he looked in those leather pants. With an annoyed sigh she doubled her pace.
Angel could easily keep up with Buffy, but he realized that she wanted some space so he walked a few steps behind. He also thought with a smile, it allows him to observe her. Angel had read many things about the Slayer but he never imagined he would meet one. Buffy was defiantly not what he expected. He watched as she quickly moved through the shadows. Like a predator. Like him. Angel was brought back into reality when he heard her sigh and watched as her pace quickened. Angel looked back and realized that Spike and Dru were in no way trying to keep up and that pretty soon they would lose them. The tall brunette reached out and grabbed Buffy's arm and was surprised to feel the same shock as before travel through his body. She whirled around alarmed, yanking her arm out of his grasp.
"You think we could go slower," Angel said with his half smile trying to show that he wasn't an enemy. He watched as she visually relaxed and a small grin crept on to her face.
"What?" she asked with mocking amusement, "Can't keep up?"
"Spike and Dru are lagging behind," he explained nodding his head in there direction.
"Oh," Buffy said glancing back at the couple, "yeah. Of course."
She slowed down and walked beside Angel as they turned another corner. After a long pause, Buffy tried to start a conversation, "So.... Why is it that you know what a slayer is but I've never even heard of a 'Warrior'?"
"Maybe you should read more," he said playfully poking her in the side. She laughed and lightly smacked him in the stomach.
"So, what brought you to good old Sunnydale?"
"My Watcher," he said the last word with bitter sarcasm, "more fondly known as Cryptic Guy."
"You have a watcher too?" she asked suprised.
"Yeah, but as far as I know he's completely different to the Slayers watcher," he explained, "supposedly he's 'Sent from the Powers.' Which basically means he just shows up whenever and wherever he wants and warns me about some danger that's about to arise or drops a huge weight on my shoulders and then leaves. He only appears to tell me not to do this or go there. And when I avert an Apocalypse do I get so much as a thank you? No."
"Sucks," Buffy sympathized.
"Yeah..." Angel muttered.
"So, one day this Watcher guy just shows up and is like 'Hey, drop everything so you can travel half way across the planet to live in some extremely small town in southern California' and your all like 'Yeah, okay that sounds like fun?" she asked more than slightly confused.
"Well, he did say the world was in danger," Angel pointed out.
"The worlds always in danger," Buffy answered.
"True," Angel nodded, "but he also said it's the Hellmouth. And who could pass up a chance to see that?" he joked.
"Yep, that's our Sunnydale," Buffy answer cheerfully.
"Does it bother you?" Angel questioned turning serious.
"You mean all the people that I don't save and the people that get hurt by helping me or just the Hellmouth...."
Angel decided not to go into the first part and replied, "Door number two..."
She looked up at him and then back down to the street. Her voice took on a lighter tone and explained, "Well, after spending three years of high school hanging out right on top of the Hellmouth and I mean right on top of it and stopping it from opening countless of times you kinda get used to the actual mouth of hell." She smiled up at Angel and watched as he his head smiling at her. "Ohh, here it is." She said opening the door and walking in.
............
Angel examined the room as he watched Spike and Dru sit down at a table. Jars containing everything from eye of newt to tongues of demons covered the selves. Spices and dusty books cluttered counter tops. He picked up a black candle and smelt it. Coughing he put it back down. When Spike glanced at him with a questioning smirk he managed to choke out, "Strong."
Buffy emerged form the back room with an old man wearing glasses. "Guys this is Giles, Giles this is Spike, Dru and Angel, who's a warrior." The last word held a bit of a question. She glanced at Giles as she walked over to the counter and jumped up to sit on it. She started examining her nails zoning out from what ever Giles was going to say.
"A... Warrior?" Giles asked in his thick British accent. He asked sitting down at the table with Spike. Dru was now curiously examining the room.
"Yes," Angel answered as he watched Buffy idly swing her feet in the air from her seat on top of the counter. She had no interest in the conversation at all. She was watching Drusillia curiously as she wandered around the room picking up different symbols and ingredients. The blonde bounced her feet off the wood beneath her and jumped off.
"What exactly is that?" Giles asked, "I've never heard of one before."
With a sigh Angel began to repeat what Whistler had told him when they first met, "Once every fifty years, a man with the skills of a slayer and the strength of a vampire was born. His duty was to defend the world against the demons that haunt the shadows."
"Which basically means he's the male equivalent of a slayer?" Buffy asked as she picked up a fertility statue. She made a face at it and put it down turning to Angel for the answer.
"Basically yeah," he said smiling at her behavior.
"Cool," Buffy said running a hand through her hair, "another white hat... Which means I get some time off," she looked to Giles for approval. His only reaction was to clean his glasses and look pointedly at her.
Buffy rolled her eyes and glanced at her watch, "Opps," she muttered under her breath and grabbed her coat slipping it on as she traveled towards the door. Dru looked up from the book she was inspecting to watch her leave.
"Where are you going?" Giles asked as he watched her open the door.
"It's late and I have school tomorrow," Buffy said apologetically, "Angel, you can explain the rest to Giles, Will and him are the brains of the operation anyway."
"Alright," the watcher said dismissing her, "Don't forget about your training after classes though," he yelled to her as she stepped out of the door.
"Don't worry," the blonde told him with a smirk peeking her head back in, "and I'll bring the gang and they can meet our newest super hero." She said good night to everyone and left with a small wave.
After watching the petite slayer turn the corner Angel turned to the watcher with a confused look, "The gang?"
Giles just laughed and turned back to the cash register.
TBC