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ohnoitsshirleyAuthor: TopazAngel
Title: Normal
Rating: Eh. PG
Fandom: Buffy/Angel Crossover-ish
Pairing: Buffy Summers/Lorne (slight Buffy/Angel undertones)
Teaser: Buffy had always wanted something normal.
Disclaimer: Not Mine
Other Notes: For the UC Fic A Thon. Sorry it’s so late, and probably far from what you wanted, but I had trouble getting the creative juices to flow on this one, so I did the best I could. Also, this isn’t my usual style, so if it seems a little off, that’s why. It's also a tad on the angsty side. Which I tried to avoid, but I have a problem doing that.
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Normal.
It was a word that went through Buffy’s mind more than any other word. She wanted to be normal.
What was normal?
Normal was meeting a guy, getting married, and living a happy life in house with two point five kids and a white picket fence. Normal wasn’t battling demons, vampires, and the forces of darkness night after night.
Normal wasn’t being chosen.
Normal was something Buffy had long grown to accept she would never be. As much as she wanted it. She couldn’t have it.
Not to say she hadn’t tried.
When Sunnydale was destroyed she was sure that was her chance. Her chance to have everything she had ever wanted.
And so she left. Left everything she had ever known to attempt a normal life. She only hunted when she had to. She kept in touch with Giles just in case. But other than that she was seemingly normal.
But guys didn’t seem to want a girl who woke up in the middle of the night screaming about demons and fighting. They didn’t want a girl who could fight and use weapons. They wanted normal.
She wasn’t normal.
So she gave up on that. Went back to LA. She went for him.
For Angel. He was all she had ever wanted. He was her one true love. But as it turned out, she wasn’t his.
So she did what anyone would do. She pretended it didn’t hurt to know he didn’t love her back. She smiled and waved when she saw him. She helped him fight. She helped his friends.
And they all bought it. Bought the I’m so happy routine. No one ever looked beyond the false smiles and witty banter.
Until he came along.
He could look at her and just tell.
“Sweetie, your aura is singing,” he would say.
At first it angered her. Knowing that someone could be that close and not even know her. Someone could see through her act. See her emotions. And she couldn’t stop it. She couldn’t do anything about it.
He just could.
And then it was nice. She had someone to talk to. Someone to vent at about all the emotions she had bottled up for so long. About Angel. About how he didn’t care for her like she wanted him to. Like she cared for him.
But after awhile it wasn’t about her using him to rant. It was about talking. About having someone to confide in. Not just about Angel, but about everything. They became friends.
It was nice. It felt normal. Well, almost normal. As normal as life can be when your best friend is a demon.
And here she was almost a year later.
Today was her birthday. There was a party. If there was anything to say about the friends she had made in LA, it was that they could throw a party. Especially Lorne. He had connections. And lots of them.
She sat on the steps and looked out at the night air. She was trying to figure out when it had happened. It seemed impossible.
That she had fallen for her best friend the demon.
“Hey sweetie, thought maybe you could use some company,” Lorne sat down beside her and handed her a cosmopolitan, “and some alcohol.”
“Thanks,” she smiled a genuine smile.
“Something wrong cupcake?”
“No,” she shook her head, “why do you ask?”
“Big party. Lots of friends. Presents. All in there, and you’re sitting out here, looking up at the smog covered stars. That and you’re giving off some major distress vibes.”
“Sometimes I hate that you can do that,” she said with a quiet sarcastic laugh.
“Sorry sweet cheeks, it’s part of the Lorne package.”
“Nah, it’s okay. I don’t know if I would have made it this last year without your little gift,” she smiled softly, “besides, I don’t think it would take much to feel distress vibes coming off me right now. Angel, Mister Emotionally Unavailable, could probably tell.”
“Wanna talk about it? I mean, that’s what I’m here for.”
“I don’t really think I can Lorne. Not this time.”
“Oh come on sweetie. When was the last time you couldn’t talk to good ole Lorne about something?”
She sighed heavily. This wasn’t your average ‘woe is Buffy’ problem. And Lorne couldn’t help. Not unless he could tell her she wasn’t the only one whose feelings had grown. And she highly doubted that was the case.
“Am I gonna have to guess, because you know I hate that.”
“No, Lorne,” she hesitated slightly, “I just don’t know what to-or how.”
Lorne looked at her. Concentrated. He was trying to search her. This wasn’t the first time he had done it. Not even the first time with her. But there was something about this. She was guarding it. So tightly that not even he could see what it was.
“Well, when you figure it out? You always know where to find me. I’ll be inside,” he smiled softly, “hurry up, you still need to get your birthday spanking,” he winked before disappearing back into the building.
Buffy looked up at the stars.
She had stopped wanting normal a long time ago. But she had never expected this.
Just to warn, my fics rarely have a difinitive ending, and this is no exception.
Title: Normal
Rating: Eh. PG
Fandom: Buffy/Angel Crossover-ish
Pairing: Buffy Summers/Lorne (slight Buffy/Angel undertones)
Teaser: Buffy had always wanted something normal.
Disclaimer: Not Mine
Other Notes: For the UC Fic A Thon. Sorry it’s so late, and probably far from what you wanted, but I had trouble getting the creative juices to flow on this one, so I did the best I could. Also, this isn’t my usual style, so if it seems a little off, that’s why. It's also a tad on the angsty side. Which I tried to avoid, but I have a problem doing that.
Written for
red_a_storyNormal.
It was a word that went through Buffy’s mind more than any other word. She wanted to be normal.
What was normal?
Normal was meeting a guy, getting married, and living a happy life in house with two point five kids and a white picket fence. Normal wasn’t battling demons, vampires, and the forces of darkness night after night.
Normal wasn’t being chosen.
Normal was something Buffy had long grown to accept she would never be. As much as she wanted it. She couldn’t have it.
Not to say she hadn’t tried.
When Sunnydale was destroyed she was sure that was her chance. Her chance to have everything she had ever wanted.
And so she left. Left everything she had ever known to attempt a normal life. She only hunted when she had to. She kept in touch with Giles just in case. But other than that she was seemingly normal.
But guys didn’t seem to want a girl who woke up in the middle of the night screaming about demons and fighting. They didn’t want a girl who could fight and use weapons. They wanted normal.
She wasn’t normal.
So she gave up on that. Went back to LA. She went for him.
For Angel. He was all she had ever wanted. He was her one true love. But as it turned out, she wasn’t his.
So she did what anyone would do. She pretended it didn’t hurt to know he didn’t love her back. She smiled and waved when she saw him. She helped him fight. She helped his friends.
And they all bought it. Bought the I’m so happy routine. No one ever looked beyond the false smiles and witty banter.
Until he came along.
He could look at her and just tell.
“Sweetie, your aura is singing,” he would say.
At first it angered her. Knowing that someone could be that close and not even know her. Someone could see through her act. See her emotions. And she couldn’t stop it. She couldn’t do anything about it.
He just could.
And then it was nice. She had someone to talk to. Someone to vent at about all the emotions she had bottled up for so long. About Angel. About how he didn’t care for her like she wanted him to. Like she cared for him.
But after awhile it wasn’t about her using him to rant. It was about talking. About having someone to confide in. Not just about Angel, but about everything. They became friends.
It was nice. It felt normal. Well, almost normal. As normal as life can be when your best friend is a demon.
And here she was almost a year later.
Today was her birthday. There was a party. If there was anything to say about the friends she had made in LA, it was that they could throw a party. Especially Lorne. He had connections. And lots of them.
She sat on the steps and looked out at the night air. She was trying to figure out when it had happened. It seemed impossible.
That she had fallen for her best friend the demon.
“Hey sweetie, thought maybe you could use some company,” Lorne sat down beside her and handed her a cosmopolitan, “and some alcohol.”
“Thanks,” she smiled a genuine smile.
“Something wrong cupcake?”
“No,” she shook her head, “why do you ask?”
“Big party. Lots of friends. Presents. All in there, and you’re sitting out here, looking up at the smog covered stars. That and you’re giving off some major distress vibes.”
“Sometimes I hate that you can do that,” she said with a quiet sarcastic laugh.
“Sorry sweet cheeks, it’s part of the Lorne package.”
“Nah, it’s okay. I don’t know if I would have made it this last year without your little gift,” she smiled softly, “besides, I don’t think it would take much to feel distress vibes coming off me right now. Angel, Mister Emotionally Unavailable, could probably tell.”
“Wanna talk about it? I mean, that’s what I’m here for.”
“I don’t really think I can Lorne. Not this time.”
“Oh come on sweetie. When was the last time you couldn’t talk to good ole Lorne about something?”
She sighed heavily. This wasn’t your average ‘woe is Buffy’ problem. And Lorne couldn’t help. Not unless he could tell her she wasn’t the only one whose feelings had grown. And she highly doubted that was the case.
“Am I gonna have to guess, because you know I hate that.”
“No, Lorne,” she hesitated slightly, “I just don’t know what to-or how.”
Lorne looked at her. Concentrated. He was trying to search her. This wasn’t the first time he had done it. Not even the first time with her. But there was something about this. She was guarding it. So tightly that not even he could see what it was.
“Well, when you figure it out? You always know where to find me. I’ll be inside,” he smiled softly, “hurry up, you still need to get your birthday spanking,” he winked before disappearing back into the building.
Buffy looked up at the stars.
She had stopped wanting normal a long time ago. But she had never expected this.
Just to warn, my fics rarely have a difinitive ending, and this is no exception.
