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Variations On A Scene

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Summary: Alternate takes on scenes taken from epsiodes throughout the Buffy and Angel series

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Disclaimer: They all belong to Crack-Head Joss and ME. Deal with it. I have.

Time Frame: Starts during Season Two, episode one, "When She Was Bad."

Spoilers: None.

Character Bashing: Maybe a little, in some people's opinion.

Feedback: Of course!

Archiving: Talk to me first, please.

Author's Note 1: Unbeta'd, so any mistakes are mine.

As usual, "word" indicates speech, :: word :: indicates mental communication and { word } indicates a character's thoughts.

Some of the initial dialogue is taken from the transcript of "When She Was Bad" at the ‘Buffy vs. Angel' website (http://www.buffy-vs-angel.com/guide.shtml).

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Variation #2 of Season Two, Episode One, "When She Was Bad"

The Bronze
September 15, 1997


Angel noticed Buffy as she entered the club and casually headed over to greet her.

"Hi." Buffy barely nodded at him as he approached.

"Hi," Angel nodded back, a bit puzzled at the Slayer's attitude. The petite blonde's greeting was curt and only marginally polite.

"So, is there danger at the Bronze? Should I beware?" she went on, her tone only just this side of civil.

"I can't help thinking I've done something to make you angry," Angel stated in his usual monotone. "And that bothers me more than I'd like."

"I'm not angry," Buffy told him as she glanced around, apparently scarcely paying him any attention. "I don't know where that comes from."

"What are you afraid of? Me? Us?" the vampire asked, his overly wide forehead creasing as he tried to figure out what might be bothering the tiny blonde.

"Could you contemplate getting over yourself for a second?" Buffy replied scornfully, sparing him a glance. "There's no 'us.' Look, Angel, I'm sorry if I was supposed to spend the summer mooning over you, but I didn't. I moved on.

"To the living," she indifferently called over her shoulder as she headed over to Willow and Xander's table.

From her position at the bar, Cordelia watched her go by and wondered about the blonde's apparent attitude, while smiling to herself. Buffy's blowing off Angel left the field wide open to her, as far as she was concerned.

"Hey!" Buffy said brightly as she walked up and joined her friends.

"Hi," Willow smiled back.

"Hey," Xander nodded, a smile reflexively brightening his face as he looked at Buffy

"What's wrong with Angel?" Willow asked, looking over the blonde's shoulder at the vampire, who was still standing at the bar, frowning in their direction.

"Beats me," Buffy shrugged off the redhead's question, then turned to look at Xander.

"Let's dance," she suggested, pulling on his shirt, ignoring the frown on Willow's face that her atypical behavior had generated.

"Ooo-kay," he nodded and shrugged his agreement as he followed the petite blonde out into the middle of the floor.

Buffy moved in closer to Xander as they began to slow dance, her movements sensual and suggestive as she pressed herself up against him.

Turning around, she spooned in against Xander, pulling his arms in tighter around her waist as she ground her hips and shoulders against him, her body rhythmically swaying to the music. She reached up with her right hand and stroked his face as she looked up over shoulder at him, completely aware of Angel watching them, his jealousy clear on his face.

Willow, meanwhile, watched in wide-eyed disbelief and personal horror as Buffy continued her semi-physical assault against Xander, turning and tilting her head up to look into his eyes, her lips close enough to kiss.

"Xander?" she purred seductively. "Did I ever thank you – for saving my life?"

Taking the tiny blonde's preceding actions as an indication that she'd changed her mind about the possible relationship she'd denied the previous spring, Xander seized the initiative he perceived to be poised before him.

"No, Buffy, you didn't," he said before then leaning in and pressing his lips against hers, as he pulled her body even tighter against his, his actions taking the blonde completely by surprise.

Buffy gasped at her savior's unexpected actions, and Xander instinctively responded to his perception of the situation and slid his tongue between her open lips, tasting the traces of peppermint from the gum she'd been chewing earlier, while the churning emotions ruthlessly suppressed for the past several months while she had visited with her father, abruptly flared up at the unanticipated reaction her behavior had elicited from her dance partner.

Moaning low in her throat, she wrapped her arms more tightly around Xander, momentarily forgetting where they were as she simply enjoyed the physical contact and exulted in the sensations she was experiencing, glorying in the simple fact that she was still alive, despite the fact that she had drowned a little over three months earlier.

Several minutes passed with the couple completely unaware of their surroundings before the two finally pulled away from each other sufficiently to realize that they were standing alone near the center of the dance floor, the focus of everyone's attention.

The End

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