Post by JamesMFan on Jul 10, 2005 11:22:59 GMT -5
This was not written by me but what rather a piece of fanfic I saved to my computer years ago when I was having my stellar 90 day free trial from AOL.
Dawson Leery looked out of his window and prepared for another monotonous day of his summer vacation. Without Joey, his life held no meaning. She had left.
"With Pacey," he thought. "My best friend. How could he? Even though I treat him like crap the whole time, how could he do this to me?"
"As a matter of fact, how could Joey have done this to me? Despite the fact that I'm always screwing with her head, rejecting her and then wanting her, and despite the fact that I have absolutely no claim to her, I'm annoyed. And I get to be annoyed because I'm Dawson. It's my creek, my show and I get to be as unreasonable as I want!"
"Hi, Dawson!" Andie greeted him, climbing into his bedroom through the window as was the custom for the women of Capeside. They hadn't quite figured out why doors were there yet. "I'm feeling depressed over Pacey because I still love him, even though I slept with someone else and didn't make my feelings known about him until after it became clear he was interested in Joey. I still love him and it's tearing me in two. Oh, well, I'm going to get written out next season so I guess I won't have to deal with that anymore. I'm probably going to kill myself, seeing as how I'm crazy and psycho and all." She smiled tentatively.
"Hey, where's Jack? Maybe I should get together with him, seeing as how I clearly can't handle relationships with women," Dawson mused. "Or I could just watch ET or Jaws for the ten billionth time. I wish I had someone to discuss my creative musings with. If only Nikki was still here."
"But I am, Dawson," Nikki said, climbing in the window. "I love you. I've always loved you. You have so much talent and dedication."
Dawson acknowledged this with a broad smile. "Really? You think I have talent?"
"Oh, yes, definitely," she smiled, leaning in to kiss him. He stopped her. "No. I can't do this. I can't betray Joey like this. I'm going to be in love with her until I die, like the sad pathetic guy that I am."
"Hey, Dawson," a guy's voice said, as a tall figure climbed in through the window. "What's up?"
"Riley? What are you doing here?" Dawson asked with a smile.
Riley Finn sighed. "My girlfriend and I had a fight. I think she's still in love with that Angel guy. I'm gonna go and beat him up, although clearly that would be impossible as he's fought Buffy, and she can throw me across the room with her little finger. Which makes for interesting bedtime games. But enough of that. I'm here to practice the brooding thing."
Andie was shooting admiring glances Riley's way. "Hey, Dawson, you gonna introduce your friend?"
"Oh. Right. This is Riley Finn, my childhood friend who moved away when we were little. I know you've never heard of him, but if Pacey can have a childhood friend then so can I. Riley, this is Andie MacPhee."
"Charmed," Andie smiled at him in a totally soppy way.
He smiled back.
***
"So, basically, Dawson, my life is in pieces," Riley said.
"You think your life's messed up?" Dawson said. "Hey, let me tell you…"
Nikki was sitting on the floor, looking bored, flipping through Dawson's pretty bad CD collection. Andie was sitting on Riley's lap, her head resting against his chest, his arms around her, as Riley and Dawson played the "I have more problems than you" game.
"Riley Finn, what the hell are you doing?" Buffy Summers demanded, striding in the door. Ah, finally, someone who knew how to use the door. It was a Capeside first.
"I - uh - um," he stammered, standing up and pushing Andie away from him. "Buffy, it's not what it looks like."
"Yeah, I'm sure," Buffy rolled her eyes. "Who is this little tramp, anyway?" She glanced around the room. "God, this place is more boring than the funeral parlor. Hey" - she caught sight of Nikki - "Kendra?"
"Uh-uh. Not me. No way," Nikki panicked, and then dove out the window.
"Hey! She faked her own death to get out of the slayer duties! What a bitch!" Buffy exclaimed, leaping out the window after Nikki/Kendra.
"Cool idea," she added as she landed on the ground beside her old friend. "I'm so impressed!"
Kendra smiled. "Well, I wanted a life."
Andie climbed out the window and down the ladder to join Buffy and Kendra. "Hey, guys? Mind if I hang with you for a bit? Riley and Dawson are moaning about how bad their lives are again."
"Oh, God," Buffy rolled her eyes. "It's so boring when Riley gets like that. I just want to tie him up and torture him, you know?"
"Totally get you. Sorry about sitting on his lap and all that."
"Oh, it's fine. At least you didn't screw him. I hate it when people do that. Although, now that I think about it, I'm not sure why."
"He's got the looks, but the personality's missing?" Andie suggested.
"Yeah. Definitely. Hey, by the way, what's the name?"
"Andie."
"Andie, I have got the perfect guy for you. Yummy and with a personality. Sure, he's got some emotional baggage" - at this Andie's eyes lit up - "but he's a pretty cool guy. Angel's the name. Here, I'll give you his number."
"So, how's Xander?" Kendra suddenly asked.
"Do I detect a hint of interest?" Buffy raised her eyebrows. "He's going out with an ex-demon at the moment."
Kendra looked disappointed. "How about Giles?" she asked hopefully.
"Do not go there," Buffy said.
They suddenly heard a thump from the Leery household, and climbed back in through Dawson's window again.
Both Dawson and Riley lay lifeless on the floor.
"Looks like they bored each other to death," Andie said, searching for a pulse from either of them.
"Oh, well," Buffy shrugged.
Joey and Pacey climbed in the window, and Joey gasped when she saw Dawson's body. She knelt down beside him on the floor.
"Oh, Dawson, no, no, I love you! Even though I told you I didn't want to be with you, and spent the summer with your best friend, I still love you! Don't leave me!" She looked around wildly for a sharp object.
"Here," Buffy said helpfully, handing her a stake.
Joey drove the stake through her heart and promptly exploded into dust.
"She was a vampire?" Pacey asked incredulously.
"Huh. Guess she's the one who gets killed off," Andie said. "I get to stay. Yay! Now, Buffy, where do I find this Angel guy?"
Buffy was too busy gazing into Pacey's eyes. "Huh?" she muttered distractedly.
Kendra rolled her eyes. "Angel lives in LA. He's hot. And a vampire."
Andie shrugged. "So far, so good."
"And your name would be?" Pacey asked Buffy, utterly enchanted.
"Buffy Summers. You?"
"Pacey Witter. Now, why is it I feel I've been waiting for you my whole life?"
"Because I've been waiting for you too," she said.
Andie sighed. "Aaaaw. How sweet. I'm off to LA."
Angel was brooding. This was for several reasons. One, because he had committed horrible atrocities in his vampiric youth and now his soul had been restored, he felt constantly guilty. Two, because he couldn't be with the love of his life, Buffy Summers. Three, because he knew the brooding thing made him look good, and lastly, because Cordelia had eaten the last Oreo.
"Brooding again?" Cordy rolled her eyes.
He gave her a soulful, deep look which meant "How could a superficial bimbo like you understand my torment?"
"Oh, get over it!" she snapped. "I'll get you another box of Oreos."
As she stormed out of the office, he allowed himself a small smile.
"Hi. Angel, right?" a blond girl introduced herself.
"How did you get in?" he demanded, looking at herself suspiciously.
"Through the door. It was kinda open," she explained.
Wesley leapt into the office and pointed a finger at the blond girl. "Demon! Using magic to sneak in here will not gain you any points, missy! Angel, you tie her up and I'll find a binding spell."
"And I thought I was over-enthusiastic," the blond mused.
"Wesley, it's OK, she came in through the door. No magic involved," Angel assured him.
Wesley looked disappointed. "Aha!" he said with new hope. "I believe she used her telepathic powers to make you think she merely entered through the door, when in fact there was witchcraft involved!"
"Are you feeling OK?" the blond asked in concern. "Maybe you should see a psychiatrist. It helped me a lot."
Angel looked at her. "And exactly who are you?" he wanted to know.
"Oh. Andie McPhee. I'm a friend of Buffy's. Well, not a friend exactly. It's a long story. Her boyfriend Riley and my friend Dawson are friends…"
"I pity Dawson, in that case," Angel muttered.
"Oh, don't! They're both as boring as each other. Well, I should say, were. They're dead."
"Riley's dead?" The joy on Angel's face made Wesley hope it wasn't enough to make Angel lose his soul again.
"Ya-hah," Andie said cheerfully. "Anyway, Buffy and I kinda got to know each other, and she said I should look you up. I guess it'd be kinda fitting if we got together or something, 'cause she's dating my ex-boyfriend Pacey."
"Buffy's dating someone else?" Angel growled, the joy evaporated.
"Uh-huh. Please don't kill me," Andie added. "They're kinda cute together, actually."
"I think he may kill you," Wesley said helpfully, and then made a less-than-graceful exit as he tripped over several things, including his feet, before reaching the door.
"Andie, no offence or anything, but I'm not really interested in a relationship right now," Angel said. "I'm still not over Buffy."
"Oh, that's great!" Andie enthused. "You see, I'm not over Pacey, and you're not over Buffy. We'll make such a great team!"
Andie's perkiness was kinda getting on Angel's nerves, but she made a good point.
The door swung open again. "I got your Oreos, boss," Cordelia muttered, holding up the box. "Hey - Andie! What's up?"
Andie and Cordelia hugged, while Angel looked on, puzzled. "You two know each other?"
"Oh yeah!" Andie said. "Cordy and I went to camp together for years. We had so much fun!"
"Especially with those cute brothers of yours," Cordelia recalled fondly.
Andie started to cry.
"Hey, Andie, what's up?" Cordy asked, hugging her. "What is it?"
She looked up tearfully. "Tim died."
"Oh, Andie," Cordelia said, holding her tightly.
After Andie was finished wailing and sobbing, Angel began to look relieved.
"I'm sorry," Andie apologized to Angel. "I don't usually get this weepy. Well, actually I do. Soppy movies are the worst. I just bawl like a baby!"
Angel looked very scared. What he was most terrified of in the entire world was not demons, or the thought of losing his soul and killing someone, or losing the people he cared about, but emotional females.
"Hello! I'm back!" Wesley returned.
Cordelia, a plan forming in her mind, asked, "Hey, Wesley, what's your favorite movie?"
"Love Story," he answered promptly.
"Mine too!" Andie enthused.
"Really?" Wesley started to look very interested.
"Yeah, it always makes me cry," Andie confessed.
"Me too…"
"He loved her so much…"
"It was really true love…"
"Do you believe in true love…"
"Oh, yes, definitely…"
"What about love at first sight?"
"I didn't until today…"
"Me too!"
Angel and Cordelia looked at each other, feeling slightly sick to their stomachs. Andie and Wesley left hand-in-hand, chattering happily.
"Sickening," Cordelia said.
"True love. Makes me want to throw up. If I could," Angel added.
"Disgusting," Cordelia continued.
"Vile."
"Vulgar."
"Pointless."
"Nothing but pain."
"And heartbreak."
"We are so bitter."
"Uh-huh."
There was silence for a moment, and then Angel said, "I lost a girl to Wesley."
Cordelia looked at him sympathetically. "That's gotta suck."
"I think I need some comfort food."
"Oreo?"
"Yes please."
Part 1 ~ Through The Window
Dawson Leery looked out of his window and prepared for another monotonous day of his summer vacation. Without Joey, his life held no meaning. She had left.
"With Pacey," he thought. "My best friend. How could he? Even though I treat him like crap the whole time, how could he do this to me?"
"As a matter of fact, how could Joey have done this to me? Despite the fact that I'm always screwing with her head, rejecting her and then wanting her, and despite the fact that I have absolutely no claim to her, I'm annoyed. And I get to be annoyed because I'm Dawson. It's my creek, my show and I get to be as unreasonable as I want!"
"Hi, Dawson!" Andie greeted him, climbing into his bedroom through the window as was the custom for the women of Capeside. They hadn't quite figured out why doors were there yet. "I'm feeling depressed over Pacey because I still love him, even though I slept with someone else and didn't make my feelings known about him until after it became clear he was interested in Joey. I still love him and it's tearing me in two. Oh, well, I'm going to get written out next season so I guess I won't have to deal with that anymore. I'm probably going to kill myself, seeing as how I'm crazy and psycho and all." She smiled tentatively.
"Hey, where's Jack? Maybe I should get together with him, seeing as how I clearly can't handle relationships with women," Dawson mused. "Or I could just watch ET or Jaws for the ten billionth time. I wish I had someone to discuss my creative musings with. If only Nikki was still here."
"But I am, Dawson," Nikki said, climbing in the window. "I love you. I've always loved you. You have so much talent and dedication."
Dawson acknowledged this with a broad smile. "Really? You think I have talent?"
"Oh, yes, definitely," she smiled, leaning in to kiss him. He stopped her. "No. I can't do this. I can't betray Joey like this. I'm going to be in love with her until I die, like the sad pathetic guy that I am."
"Hey, Dawson," a guy's voice said, as a tall figure climbed in through the window. "What's up?"
"Riley? What are you doing here?" Dawson asked with a smile.
Riley Finn sighed. "My girlfriend and I had a fight. I think she's still in love with that Angel guy. I'm gonna go and beat him up, although clearly that would be impossible as he's fought Buffy, and she can throw me across the room with her little finger. Which makes for interesting bedtime games. But enough of that. I'm here to practice the brooding thing."
Andie was shooting admiring glances Riley's way. "Hey, Dawson, you gonna introduce your friend?"
"Oh. Right. This is Riley Finn, my childhood friend who moved away when we were little. I know you've never heard of him, but if Pacey can have a childhood friend then so can I. Riley, this is Andie MacPhee."
"Charmed," Andie smiled at him in a totally soppy way.
He smiled back.
***
"So, basically, Dawson, my life is in pieces," Riley said.
"You think your life's messed up?" Dawson said. "Hey, let me tell you…"
Nikki was sitting on the floor, looking bored, flipping through Dawson's pretty bad CD collection. Andie was sitting on Riley's lap, her head resting against his chest, his arms around her, as Riley and Dawson played the "I have more problems than you" game.
"Riley Finn, what the hell are you doing?" Buffy Summers demanded, striding in the door. Ah, finally, someone who knew how to use the door. It was a Capeside first.
"I - uh - um," he stammered, standing up and pushing Andie away from him. "Buffy, it's not what it looks like."
"Yeah, I'm sure," Buffy rolled her eyes. "Who is this little tramp, anyway?" She glanced around the room. "God, this place is more boring than the funeral parlor. Hey" - she caught sight of Nikki - "Kendra?"
"Uh-uh. Not me. No way," Nikki panicked, and then dove out the window.
"Hey! She faked her own death to get out of the slayer duties! What a bitch!" Buffy exclaimed, leaping out the window after Nikki/Kendra.
"Cool idea," she added as she landed on the ground beside her old friend. "I'm so impressed!"
Kendra smiled. "Well, I wanted a life."
Andie climbed out the window and down the ladder to join Buffy and Kendra. "Hey, guys? Mind if I hang with you for a bit? Riley and Dawson are moaning about how bad their lives are again."
"Oh, God," Buffy rolled her eyes. "It's so boring when Riley gets like that. I just want to tie him up and torture him, you know?"
"Totally get you. Sorry about sitting on his lap and all that."
"Oh, it's fine. At least you didn't screw him. I hate it when people do that. Although, now that I think about it, I'm not sure why."
"He's got the looks, but the personality's missing?" Andie suggested.
"Yeah. Definitely. Hey, by the way, what's the name?"
"Andie."
"Andie, I have got the perfect guy for you. Yummy and with a personality. Sure, he's got some emotional baggage" - at this Andie's eyes lit up - "but he's a pretty cool guy. Angel's the name. Here, I'll give you his number."
"So, how's Xander?" Kendra suddenly asked.
"Do I detect a hint of interest?" Buffy raised her eyebrows. "He's going out with an ex-demon at the moment."
Kendra looked disappointed. "How about Giles?" she asked hopefully.
"Do not go there," Buffy said.
They suddenly heard a thump from the Leery household, and climbed back in through Dawson's window again.
Both Dawson and Riley lay lifeless on the floor.
"Looks like they bored each other to death," Andie said, searching for a pulse from either of them.
"Oh, well," Buffy shrugged.
Joey and Pacey climbed in the window, and Joey gasped when she saw Dawson's body. She knelt down beside him on the floor.
"Oh, Dawson, no, no, I love you! Even though I told you I didn't want to be with you, and spent the summer with your best friend, I still love you! Don't leave me!" She looked around wildly for a sharp object.
"Here," Buffy said helpfully, handing her a stake.
Joey drove the stake through her heart and promptly exploded into dust.
"She was a vampire?" Pacey asked incredulously.
"Huh. Guess she's the one who gets killed off," Andie said. "I get to stay. Yay! Now, Buffy, where do I find this Angel guy?"
Buffy was too busy gazing into Pacey's eyes. "Huh?" she muttered distractedly.
Kendra rolled her eyes. "Angel lives in LA. He's hot. And a vampire."
Andie shrugged. "So far, so good."
"And your name would be?" Pacey asked Buffy, utterly enchanted.
"Buffy Summers. You?"
"Pacey Witter. Now, why is it I feel I've been waiting for you my whole life?"
"Because I've been waiting for you too," she said.
Andie sighed. "Aaaaw. How sweet. I'm off to LA."
Part 2 ~ Andie In LA
Angel was brooding. This was for several reasons. One, because he had committed horrible atrocities in his vampiric youth and now his soul had been restored, he felt constantly guilty. Two, because he couldn't be with the love of his life, Buffy Summers. Three, because he knew the brooding thing made him look good, and lastly, because Cordelia had eaten the last Oreo.
"Brooding again?" Cordy rolled her eyes.
He gave her a soulful, deep look which meant "How could a superficial bimbo like you understand my torment?"
"Oh, get over it!" she snapped. "I'll get you another box of Oreos."
As she stormed out of the office, he allowed himself a small smile.
"Hi. Angel, right?" a blond girl introduced herself.
"How did you get in?" he demanded, looking at herself suspiciously.
"Through the door. It was kinda open," she explained.
Wesley leapt into the office and pointed a finger at the blond girl. "Demon! Using magic to sneak in here will not gain you any points, missy! Angel, you tie her up and I'll find a binding spell."
"And I thought I was over-enthusiastic," the blond mused.
"Wesley, it's OK, she came in through the door. No magic involved," Angel assured him.
Wesley looked disappointed. "Aha!" he said with new hope. "I believe she used her telepathic powers to make you think she merely entered through the door, when in fact there was witchcraft involved!"
"Are you feeling OK?" the blond asked in concern. "Maybe you should see a psychiatrist. It helped me a lot."
Angel looked at her. "And exactly who are you?" he wanted to know.
"Oh. Andie McPhee. I'm a friend of Buffy's. Well, not a friend exactly. It's a long story. Her boyfriend Riley and my friend Dawson are friends…"
"I pity Dawson, in that case," Angel muttered.
"Oh, don't! They're both as boring as each other. Well, I should say, were. They're dead."
"Riley's dead?" The joy on Angel's face made Wesley hope it wasn't enough to make Angel lose his soul again.
"Ya-hah," Andie said cheerfully. "Anyway, Buffy and I kinda got to know each other, and she said I should look you up. I guess it'd be kinda fitting if we got together or something, 'cause she's dating my ex-boyfriend Pacey."
"Buffy's dating someone else?" Angel growled, the joy evaporated.
"Uh-huh. Please don't kill me," Andie added. "They're kinda cute together, actually."
"I think he may kill you," Wesley said helpfully, and then made a less-than-graceful exit as he tripped over several things, including his feet, before reaching the door.
"Andie, no offence or anything, but I'm not really interested in a relationship right now," Angel said. "I'm still not over Buffy."
"Oh, that's great!" Andie enthused. "You see, I'm not over Pacey, and you're not over Buffy. We'll make such a great team!"
Andie's perkiness was kinda getting on Angel's nerves, but she made a good point.
The door swung open again. "I got your Oreos, boss," Cordelia muttered, holding up the box. "Hey - Andie! What's up?"
Andie and Cordelia hugged, while Angel looked on, puzzled. "You two know each other?"
"Oh yeah!" Andie said. "Cordy and I went to camp together for years. We had so much fun!"
"Especially with those cute brothers of yours," Cordelia recalled fondly.
Andie started to cry.
"Hey, Andie, what's up?" Cordy asked, hugging her. "What is it?"
She looked up tearfully. "Tim died."
"Oh, Andie," Cordelia said, holding her tightly.
After Andie was finished wailing and sobbing, Angel began to look relieved.
"I'm sorry," Andie apologized to Angel. "I don't usually get this weepy. Well, actually I do. Soppy movies are the worst. I just bawl like a baby!"
Angel looked very scared. What he was most terrified of in the entire world was not demons, or the thought of losing his soul and killing someone, or losing the people he cared about, but emotional females.
"Hello! I'm back!" Wesley returned.
Cordelia, a plan forming in her mind, asked, "Hey, Wesley, what's your favorite movie?"
"Love Story," he answered promptly.
"Mine too!" Andie enthused.
"Really?" Wesley started to look very interested.
"Yeah, it always makes me cry," Andie confessed.
"Me too…"
"He loved her so much…"
"It was really true love…"
"Do you believe in true love…"
"Oh, yes, definitely…"
"What about love at first sight?"
"I didn't until today…"
"Me too!"
Angel and Cordelia looked at each other, feeling slightly sick to their stomachs. Andie and Wesley left hand-in-hand, chattering happily.
"Sickening," Cordelia said.
"True love. Makes me want to throw up. If I could," Angel added.
"Disgusting," Cordelia continued.
"Vile."
"Vulgar."
"Pointless."
"Nothing but pain."
"And heartbreak."
"We are so bitter."
"Uh-huh."
There was silence for a moment, and then Angel said, "I lost a girl to Wesley."
Cordelia looked at him sympathetically. "That's gotta suck."
"I think I need some comfort food."
"Oreo?"
"Yes please."