Fanfic: Jimmy Olsen Blues (1/1)

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Title: Jimmy Olsen Blues
Author: Avarice
Rating: G
Pairing: Angel/Buffy, Xander/Buffy
Spoilers: When She Was Bad.
Summary: Xander's stuck at the Bronze watching Buffy and Angel dance.
Word Count: 907
Date First Posted: -
Date Revised - 11-05-2011
Beta: -
Awards: -
Notes: Song is Pocket Full of Kryptonite by the Spindoctors.
Feedback: always welcome, as is constructive criticism.

Well, I don't think I can handle this

A cloudy day in Metropolis

I think I'll talk to my analyst

I got it so bad for this little journalist

The music's beat thudded, reverberating through the floor of the Bronze. It made Xander's toes tingle. The teen was waiting for Willow to return with their drinks.

But until she got back, he was stuck at the table by himself watching people dance.

More specifically, watching Buffy dance.

To narrow it down yet again, watching Buffy dance with Angel.

They'd been going through phases recently, swinging from making out like maniacs in the shadows of the library stacks while supposedly researching, to arguing as to whether patrolling together counted as a date.

Xander looked down at his hands, willing himself not to seek them out in the crowd, but he couldn't help himself. It was morbid fascination that made him look for a girl he was smitten with in the arms of someone he really, really hated.

It drives me up the wall and through the roof

Lois and Clark in a telephone booth

I think I'm going to go out of my brain

I got it so bad for little miss Lois Lane

There they were. The low, steady beat of the music was slow and paced. It sounded almost organic, and the writhing of bodies on the dance floor lent to this thought -- moving and undulating as if one living entity.

And right in the centre of this multi-limbed creature, the vampire and the Slayer. The petite blonde moved within the confines of his stoic embrace, sensuously rubbing against the older man's velvet-covered chest. Angel did little more than hold his arms out and slowly move from foot to foot, as Buffy moved lithely between his arms. A small smile appeared on his face as she lifted her hands and ran them lightly around his collar and down the centre of his chest.

Xander could not tear his eyes away from the couple as they danced.

Because all he could do was picture himself in Angel's place.

Lois Lane please put me in your plan

Yeah, Lois Lane you don't need no Superman

Come on downtown and stay with me tonight

I got a pocket full of Kryptonite

It didn't help that he had actually been in that exact position when Buffy had returned to Sunnydale after the summer vacation.

Okay, so she had been under a lot of stress with the death of the Master not being entirely resolved.

Okay, so she was trying to sort out her life and exactly what direction she wanted to go.

Okay, so she was overworking herself and training much harder than she should have been.

Okay, so she was doing it to make Angel jealous.

Okay, so he really needed to stop thinking about this.

He's leaping buildings in a single bound

I'm reading Shakespeare at my place downtown

Come on down and make love to me

I'm Jimmy Olsen not a titan, you see

Xander stopped daydreaming and went back to observing the couple with his own brand of contempt. Angel dipped his head to whisper some intimate comment into the blonde's ear. She giggled quietly and moved to put her arms around the back of his neck. The dark-haired vampire surreptitiously pulled her closer and leant down again, this time to brush his cheek against hers, and press a soft kiss on her neck just below the ear.

Buffy looked up at her creature-of-the-night boyfriend with large, beautiful hazel eyes. Angel looked down at her, his liquid brown eyes reflecting her deep emotion, a rare smile curving the corners of his mouth up.

They were so cute he wanted to heave.

He's faster than a bullet, stronger than a train

He's the one who got lucky got his cape around Miss Lois Lane

I can't believe my dilemma is real

I'm competing with the Man of Steel

What did fanged creature-feature have that he didn't have?

Aside from unmussable hair, a handsome face, great wardrobe, muscles upon muscles, decent footwear, a mysterious manner that every woman within a 50-yard radius was attracted to-

How can all of that make up for the fact that he was a vampire?!

Reformed, maybe, but still a vampire.

And in love with a Slayer no less.

That was so far beyond being wrong, a new category of wrong-ness needed to be invented. But what could he do about it, realistically?

Apart from mope for the rest of his young life...

Willow returned with the drinks, thus providing him for an ear for his grievances. But for some reason, this time the teen didn't feel like voicing his disapproval aloud. So he just accepted his drink quietly and cringed as Buffy's lips met Angel's, not for the first time, and definitely not for the last time this evening, and dreamt of the day that Mr Perfect Vampirely gentleman screwed up and he could have a real chance with the woman of his dreams.

Lois Lane please put me in your plan

Yeah, Lois Lane you don't need no Superman

Come on downtown and stay with me tonight

I got a pocket full of Kryptonite

~finis