Dirty Dancing: B/A Style
By: spoiledsquish
Disclaimer: Not mine. If you don’t believe me, then watch Waiting In The Wings or A Hole In World for further indication that I don’t, nor never will, own them!
Author's Note: I thought of this while I was watching the movie on satellite this weekend. I love the movie, and I thought it was so pure B/A that I had to jump on it! There are some differences in the fic like Buffy is really smart and isn’t all prissy shopping girl, Giles is a doctor, Buffy and Cordelia are sisters, etc. Just roll with it, ok?
Distribution: My site, Seductive Web, PPA, Enchanting Place, Fanfiction.net, WTTS, PFYL, TEF, Sempiternal Beloved...If you host my fics regularly, feel free. If you don’t, just ask and most likely you shall receive.
Summary: Buffy Giles thought she knew exactly what she wanted in life. And then, she made the biggest mistake of all...She fell in love...
Pairings: Buffy/Angel, with some Angel/Darla. More pairings will be revealed later.
Rating: PG-13. If you saw the movie, you can read this.
Spoilers: None. It's an AU! Takes place in 2003.
Dedication: To everyone who’s given encouragement for me to get better from my madness called mono. You guys are the reason I wrote this.
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Chapter 1: Summer At Kellermans
“…Here’s a classic from the Four Seasons…”
(“Big Girls Don’t Cry” by Four Seasons plays)
“…That was the summer of 2003. When everybody called me Buffy, and it didn’t occur to me to mind.”
“That was a long time after Kennedy was shot, after the Beatles came. When I couldn’t wait to join the Peace Corps, and I thought I’d never find a guy as great as my dad.”
“What is this stuff we’re listening to?” Cordelia asked. “Daddy, can we please listen to music by people who are alive?”
“Bay City Rollers is music, sweetheart. They’re still around.”
“I didn’t hear that.” Cordelia scoffed and turned her headphones on.
“That was the summer we went to Kellermans.”
“Oh my god! Look at that! Mom, I should have brought those Prada shoes. You said it was thinking too much!” Cordelia Giles exclaimed.
“Well sweetheart, you brought ten pairs.” Jenny Giles reminded her.
“But the Prada shoes match that dress!” she whined.
“This is not a tragedy.” Rupert Giles told his eldest daughter. “A tragedy is three men trapped in a mine, or police dogs used in Birmingham.”
“Monks burning themselves in protest.” Buffy agreed.
“Butt out, Buffy.” Cordelia snapped.
“Rupert!” a voice called out.
“Max!”
“Well, Doc, after all these years, I finally got you on my mountain.”
“So, how’s the blood pressure, Max?”
“I want you girls to know, if it were not for this man, I would be standing here dead…Doyle, get the bags!”
“Right away sir, right away!”
“I kept the best cabin for you and your girls.”
Buffy goes and helps Doyle unload the bags.
“Hey, thanks a lot. You want a job here?”
Buffy smiles.
“There’s a jazz class in the gazebo in the next few minutes. Greatest teacher. Used to be a Rockette.”
“It’s his first real vacation in ten years, Max. Take it easy.” Jenny explained.
“Three weeks here, Rupert, and it’ll feel like a year.”