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Title: Future
Author: Fab_fan
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Buffy/Cordelia
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Spoilers: Pre-Season 1, possible spoilers for season 1
Summary: Cordelia Chase had a future

 

 

Cordelia Chase had a future.

All of her well-thought out plans were falling into place. Sure, she was still just a freshman...but she was a freshman on the varsity cheer squad. The current head cheerleader, Stacey, was a senior and would be graduating. Than, Cordelia would make her move. She already had the quarterback boyfriend, the clique of sheep posing as friends, and every fashionable piece of clothing money could buy. By this time next year, she would be head cheerleader...if something didn't happen to Stacey sooner, because weird things happened in Sunnydale. Oh well, if something happened, she'd just get the spot sooner.

These thoughts brought a smile to the brunette's face as she shook the pom-poms in her hands. The Sunnydale boys basketball team was playing a road game in LA, and the squad had followed them to offer their unique form of support. As they finished spelling out Sunnydale – because that wasn't long at all – Cordelia turned her attention from the halfhearted maroon colored high-schoolers in front of her to the cheer squad across the court. Their enthusiasm was profound as the crowd roared along with them. That's when she saw her. The short blonde in the tight Hemery High cheer outfit. The girl's hazel eyes sparkled as she pranced around, her long hair whipping about. Cordelia's mouth went dry, the faint beginnings of something coursing through her body. Quickly shaking herself out of it, she twisted her body around, turning her back completely to that side of the room. Whatever that was...it wasn't part of the plan.

Cordelia Chase had a future. Besides...she'd never see that blonde again.

 

 

Title: Addict
Author: Fab_fan
Fandom: Fastlane
Pairing: Billie/Sara
Rating: PG (one swear word)
Disclaimer: Not mine, not mine, not mine
Spoilers: Episode: Strap-On. Episode 11
Summary: Billie knew something about addictions

 

 

Billie knew something about addictions.

Being an addict kinda did that do you. No-one knew what it was like. What it felt like to be slumped in some dark back alley, a needle shoved in your arm, the stench of garbage and piss so strong that if you weren't so concentrated on the feel of the heroin filling your veins you'd pass out from the ugliness of it all. Sure, other people had tried. She had to go to rehab...or therapy as the people at that hell-hole had called it. Therapy, to help with your problems. Because being addicted wasn't problem enough. No...they wanted to talk about feelings and relationships. And even though they had fancy college degrees and smart looking glasses, they still didn't know what it felt like. To need something so bad it haunts you every single moment of your existence.

Van and Deaq tried. God, did those boys try. They figured themselves tough. Street smart ruffians with enough money to buy the world and the backing of an entire police department. Being around drug dealers and users, they thought they knew what she had gotten into. Deaq, with his sympathetic eyes and Van with his self-righteous immature attitude. They thought they understood.

But they didn't, and that's why they could never understand why Billie was so anxious to keep contacting Sara Matthews. It wasn't because of some silly little bet between the Lt. And Van. It wasn't because of her overwhelming need to catch the thieves. It was because the moment Billie walked into that club and locked eyes on the blonde, she was hooked. She craved her, every touch, every breath. The moment their lips touched, fire raced through her veins, and there was no going back.

Billie Chambers knew what it was like to be addicted. Sara Matthews was her new addiction.