TITLE:  First Alternate
AUTHOR:  Susan / apckrfan
EMAIL:  apckrfan@yahoo.com
DISTRIBUTION:  My site www.phantomroses.com/apckrfan/fanfic/BtVSfic/ 
Anyone else, please just tell me where it's at so I can visit it (and
you).
DISCLAIMER:  I don't own any characters.  No copyright infringement
is intended and no profit is made.
RATING:  PG
SPOILERS:  Through Witch (1x03)
SUMMARY:  Angel's on the scene during Buffy's spell induced blunder
at cheerleading tryouts
COUPLES:  Buffy & Angel
FEEDBACK:  Please, I can't write better without it.
DATE STARTED:  May 2003
STATUS:  Complete
NOTES:  Just a short little piece hoping that my case of writer's
block on my B/Aus fic will end!

Angel came to an abrupt stop a few feet past the entrance to
Sunnydale High's gymnasium when he heard the name "Buffy".  How many
Buffy's could there be?  He had telephoned her house and when her
mother had informed Angel that she was at school, Angel just assumed
that she was training or researching with her Watcher.

He backpedaled taking the handful of steps to get back to the
gymnasium entrance and paused in the doorway searching the large room
for Buffy.  There were at least a dozen girls ranging from short to
tall, brunette to blonde, but all had their slender builds in
common.  They also all wore short skirts that barely covered their
back sides and sweaters that did not seem to be designed with warmth
in mind.

Just hearing her name made the heavy weight of his sins on his soul a
little lighter.  He caught a glimpse of blonde hair and a generous
expanse of an extremely fit leg and knew that it was Buffy.  If
hearing her name eased his guilt somewhat, seeing her made Angel
thankful in a perverse sort of way for being as horrible as he had
been without his soul.  If he had not been one to thrive and get off
on torture and making a victim's death as gruesome as possible he
would never have gotten cursed with his soul all those years ago.  No
soul would have meant never seeing Buffy, never having the chance to
make a difference in this world.  As much as he liked to delude
himself, Angelus made no difference in the world, despite the havoc
and pain he might have caused for his victims and their families.

Oh sure, he might have heard of this slayer.  She was unconventional,
this slayer was.  Then again, he had never gotten up close and
personal with one before now to know for sure, but he had certainly
never heard of another slayer cheerleading before.

He was taken in by the scents and sounds in the gymnasium.  His
enhanced hearing picked up on every squeak a tennis shoe made against
the wooden floor.  His enhanced sense of smell picked up on the dozen
or more different types of perfumes, shampoos, and hair sprays used
by the girls in the room.

He had no claim to her, but the idea of dozens of hormonal, horny
high school boys looking at her was enough to make him lose control. 
She was a slayer, damn it, not a cheerleader.  The other slayers he
had seen over the years were not the cheerleading type, but as he
watched her move to the music and wave her poms Angel realized that
she was most definitely the cheerleading type.  He wondered what her
Watcher thought of Buffy going out for cheerleading, chances were he
was not happy about it either.  His reasons would be quite different
than Angel's were, of course, but it was nice to think her Watcher
was on his side regarding this.

Buffy's name was called and Angel watched as her friends escorted her
off the floor, almost coddling her.  Something had gone wrong, Angel
was not sure what it was but the girl's tone had been condescending
and downright rude.  Angel's thoughts of Buffy's cheerleading efforts
were pushed aside when he saw her nearly faint.  He could see that
she was not well, and being that the sun was up for another hour or
so he was helpless to do anything for her. He noticed another
cheerleader pick herself up off the floor and scowl at Buffy, and
Angel wondered just what he had missed.

He approached her two friends with caution, ignoring the rest of the
girls, some still practicing their cheers as if nothing was wrong
while others assisted the girl on the floor.  He could smell there
was something wrong as soon as he was close enough to her to take in
her individual scent.  She was not sick, he knew that much, but there
was something off about her nevertheless.

"She shouldn't be walking," Angel said with a scowl in the direction
of her two friends who were going to do just that, try to walk her
somewhere.

"Who are you?" the boy asked.

"That's not important, she needs to be taken to her Watcher."  The
two friends exchanged a curious glance, probably wondering how Angel
knew about Buffy having a Waterch.  "Here, let me take her," he said.

"I think we can manage," the red headed friend said with false
bravado.  Were she dealing with anyone but a vampire, it might have
worked but Angel could smell the fear and uncertainty on her.

"She's about to pass out," he said and used his non-human strength to
take possession of the weakened slayer.  He took her into his arms
and could not help but stare at her for a moment.  She felt so light
in his arms.  "Lead or get out of my way," he said with a low growl
as he started walking from the gym.

"This way," the red head said, seeming to grasp that there was
something wrong whereas the boy seemed pissed off that Angel held
Buffy in his arms.  Not that Angel could blame him necessarily, but
he doubted the boy could have carried Buffy without a struggle.

Angel followed as the two led him toward the library and Buffy's
Watcher.  He had not really seen what happened, so he stood
helplessly by while the three discussed what could be wrong with her.

When talk turned to witchcraft and going beyond the boundaries of the
school to investigate the causes of Buffy's sudden illness, Angel
knew it was time for him to leave.  Buffy was suspicious enough of
him as it was, coming to her with cryptic clues to things about to
happen.  He was quite certain she had shared some information with
her Watcher and he would be equally suspicious, if not more so. 
There was a chance, too, that her Watcher might recognize him if he
stayed too long.

Whistler had been rather vague about just how Angel was supposed to
help the slayer, but Angel suspected she would balk at his help if
she knew he was a vampire.  Once he set her down and her Watcher and
friends were distracted, Angel left the library without a word.  He
could not assist them if their quest took them outdoors when the sun
was still shining, so there was little else he could do.

He heard a man's voice say, "Where did he run off to?"  He would not
have heard the question without being a vampire he was so far down
the hallway.  He would check on her later, after the sun had set to
ensure that her Watcher had found whatever he was looking for. 
Witchcraft was out of Angel's realm of knowledge anyway.  Now that he
had gotten to know more about this slayer, what she was like and what
she might come up against, Angel realized that some research into
things beyond vampires might be necessary.

~The End~