Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Mutant Enemy and Joss Whedon, I am merely using his characters to feed my imagination!
A/N: I have always loved both body swap episodes, they were so hilariously funny! This story is my own version of the Buffy episode 'Who are you?" where instead of Buffy and Faith switching bodies Angel and Buffy switch.
I would like to thank Jen (Angel's blue eyed girl), for giving me the push I needed to get this story out months before I planned, and Courtney (Frosty600) who has helped me work out a few minor aspects of this fic! Thank you so much lovelies, you girls are the best!
A BIG shout out to Readingmama for being an amazing beta. I have made a banner for this story which can be found on my profile!
Now, I believe I have waffled on for quiet a bit, on with the story! Read, review, but most of all enjoy!
Behind These Eyes
Angel sped down the deserted desert highway, the bitumen spread out in front of him in a long straight stretch. On either side of the road the darkness was complete; the glare of the Plymouth's headlights the only light visible for miles. Angel didn't care, his eyesight was better than most. He pushed his foot further down on the accelerator pushing the old car to its very limits causing the big Plymouth to shudder and whine as it reached impossible speeds. The bushes and shrubs that lined the road sped past; a rattlesnake slithered into the sand away from the road.
It was almost midnight and Angel clasped the steering wheel in a tight grip. He was on his way towards Sunnydale, a place he dreaded to return to. The town held too many memories, too many reminders of her, of Buffy and what they used to have. Even his brief return six months ago was almost too much for him to stand. Her LA visit a few day's later even harder for him to forget, even harder for him to move on from. But she wasn't responsible for that, not for that missing day, it was his burden alone to bear.
Even so, he never expected himself to be driving the same route to the Hellmouth again, not under these circumstances anyway. He frowned as he remembered how he had come to be in this particular situation. It had been late afternoon; Cordelia had almost finished for the day and was packing her bags. Angel had been in his office, going though some case files while Wesley sat opposite him, a thick book on Demonic Weather Omens in his slender fingers.
A scream of pain had sounded from the front room and Angel surged to his feet, rushing out of the room and just managing to catch Cordelia before her head hit the wooden floor. He'd held her tight, cradling her head against his chest as her body convulsed and shuddering in pain, small whimpers escaping her lips as her face scrunched up in agony.
When the vision faded she laid still, her breathing heavy. Wesley rushed into the room, a bottle of pills and a glass of water in his hands. Angel remembered how Cordelia had smiled gratefully at the former watcher, taken a few pills and a sip of water and relaxed against the desk. Angel had waited patiently, allowing Cordy to gather her thoughts and for the pain to fade. Then she had spoken and it had taken all of Angel's will not to run out then and their, even though it was the middle of the afternoon.
Her vision had been vague, like they always were, but she had managed to catch a glimpse of Buffy and Faith in the living room of Buffy's house, the house had been trashed and Buffy and Faith were in the middle of a fight to the death. Angel couldn't risk anything happening to Buffy, not again, and he knew Faith brought out the worst in the blonde slayer. She had a way of getting under Buffy's skin and twisting until the pain was doubled.
Angel was determined to stop them before it came to that, for Buffy's sake and for Faith's as well. Even after all that she had done to him, Angel still couldn't bring himself too hate the dark-haired slayer, he knew what she was going through and how hard it was to fight the instincts within his own self. He also knew that under different circumstances Buffy could have ended up in Faith's shoes; it was only the support of her mother, Giles and the Scooby's that let Buffy keep herself whole.
Angel gunned the engine again, pressing down on the accelerator and urging the big car to even greater speeds. The Sunnydale sign flashed past and Angel reluctantly slowed the car slightly as he reached the town's limits, taking the turns at almost breakneck speeds he drove down Buffy's street and came to a screeching stop in front of her house.
He jumped out of the car, leaving the door hanging open as he sprinted across the lawn and vaulted up the steps to the porch. He could hear the sounds of breaking glass and screams of pain and rage from within. Faith's voice shouted in anger, and then a loud crash. He flung open the door and stepped into the house.
"Buffy!" he yelled looking around frantically. He noticed both Slayers in the living room, glass littered the floor. The coffee table was smashed into tiny pieces. The glass door in the entrance of the living room was also destroyed, the flimsy lacy curtain flapping slightly. He rushed forward towards the two Slayers.
Faith and Buffy were standing beside the fireplace, Buffy was covered in blood from a cut to her forehead and lip and her arms were covered in small shallow cuts. Faith was looking dazed and there were bruises forming on her as well, a large cut on her leg slowly leaked blood. Both girls looked like death, they were hurt and tired and while Buffy was quicker and stronger then Faith, the dark haired Slayer was desperate, and willing to do anything; a lethal combination.
As Angel rushed into the room Faith punched Buffy savagely in the nose, causing the blonde Slayers head to snap back. Grabbing Buffy by the shoulders, Faith pulled her forward and with a desperate glance at Angel, she reached out to take her hand. Angel noticed a silver metal device in the dark Slayer's hand and immediately knew that something terrible was about to happen. He rushed forward, his vampire speed propelling him across the room in milliseconds, just in time for him to clamp his hand around Faith's hand at the same moment that she grabbed Buffy's.
There was a blinding flash of bright blue light. Electric sparks shiver up Angel's arm and he see's the same thing happen to Buffy, Faith's hand however was completely unaffected as she glared up at him angrily.
Suddenly Angel found his position had changed, where before he was standing on Faith's side, now he was facing her, and curiously, looking up at her. He frowned and glanced down at their interlocking hands. Wiggling his fingers, Angel widened his eyes as a small, delicate female hand with long nails responded.
"What the hell?" he snaped, jerking his arm away, his voice is high and light, a female voice. Buffy's voice.
There was a startled gasp from his right and Angel, now in Buffy's body whipped his head around to stare at himself.
Buffy couldn't believe her eyes, one minute she was fighting Faith, the next Angel was by her side and there was a bright flash of light. Then she had found herself suddenly looking down at two heads, one brunette, one blonde. She instantly recognised the blonde head as her own but she couldn't work out why she wasn't in it. She had heard her own voice and realised someone else was in her body.
She glanced down and found herself looking at a flat male chest and long, long legs in a pair of black slacks. Her mouth had popped open and she had gasped in shock. She was in Angel's body!
She raised her head; her eyes open wide and found herself staring into a pair of large hazel eyes, her own eyes. "Angel?" she whispered, her voice deep, a soft timber that rumbled in her chest. It was Angel's voice.
Angel-as-Buffy could not believe what was happening, he was looking at himself, he had not seen himself in over two hundred and fifty years, and his mouth was moving and he was speaking! The way his voice sounded his own name was familiar, his tongue wrapping around the vowels and adding an almost breathless sigh at the end.
His eyes widened. "Buffy?" he squeaked. "You're in me?" His mouth popped open.
Buffy-as-Angel grimaced slightly and shrugged. "Yeah, and you're…" she waved her hand to indicate the body he was in, "Well…me?" She made a face, a mixture of embarrassment and disgust.
Angel coughed and looked down for the first time, a pair of fine, shapely breasts obscured his vision, from this angle he could see between them and Buffy's red lacy bra was clearly visible. He jerked his head up again, a blush tinging his cheeks as he quickly avoided Buffy's dark, narrowing gaze.
Faith had managed to back away, her eyes flicking between vampire and Slayer, her eyes getting wider and wider as the revelation of what happened finally dawned on her. Angel and Buffy had switched minds; they were in each others bodies. She started to laugh, her dark eyes crinkling in amusement as she doubled over in mirth.
"Oh this is just…." she giggled. "It wasn't exactly what I planned, but damn this is just…man!" She jerked her head to the side and looked between the former sweethearts. "This is wicked!"
Buffy narrowed her dark eyes and growls softly at the dark haired slayer, her lips pulling back in a snarl. "Faith! What did you do?" She took a step towards her, her dark coat swirling around her legs.
Faith backed away, keeping them both out of reach as she raised her hand and showed them the device in her hand. Angel widens his eyes, recognising the thing that had caused the switch.
"Faith, don't!" he shouted desperately. Faith smirked and squeezed her hand into a fist, crushing the delicate metal object into tiny pieces. Tilting her head to the side and eyeing them with a mocking grin, she opened her hand, letting the shattered device tumble to the floor. Buffy and Angel, in each others bodies both looked down at the broken pieces, shock written on both of their faces, unable to believe what Faith had just done. She had not only switched their bodies, she had also destroyed the only way to make them themselves again.
Faith laughed again, took a step back and then turned and sauntered to the door, her head raised confidently. She paused at the front door and looked back at the stricken pair.
"Sucks to be you," she quipped before she slipped out the door and into the night.
Buffy and Angel were left standing in the middle of the wrecked living room, glass and wooden pieces of furniture littering the floor, both of them struggling to deal with the dilemma they were in. After a few seconds Buffy blinked and turned her head looking down at the soft blonde locks of Angel's head. She frowned.
"So now what are we going to do?" she asked, her voice a soft rumble of defeat.
Before Angel could answer there was a soft cry from the second floor, the sound of footsteps descending the stairs and suddenly Joyce is in the doorway, she rushed forward and wraps her arms around Angel pulling him close and wrapping her arms tightly around his small body. Angel squeaked in alarm, his eyes opening wide. Joyce stepped back, and placed her hands on Angel's shoulders looking deep into his hazel eyes.
"Buffy, are you ok?" she whispered, her voice laced with concern.
Angel blinked in alarm. "Er…" He glanced to the side, looking at Buffy in his own body and smirked. "Peachy," he muttered quirking an eyebrow. Joyce narrowed her eyes, unconvinced but nodded her head and stepped back.
"Well… if you're sure." She glanced around the room and noticed his body for the first time. Buffy shifted on her feet restlessly, her long coat moving as she took a step towards them.
"Hi..mo…Joyce," she announces softly, with a swift glance into Angel's hazel eyes she smiles slightly.
Standing behind Joyce, Angel rolled his eyes at her antics and shakes his head in amusement. Buffy ignored him as she continued to look at Joyce. "I….well…I'm here because…" She pauses
Angel steps forward. "Angel's here because….well he thought he could help…with Faith," he clarified. Joyce looked between them suspiciously
"Hummm," she muttered. "Well…I'm glad she's gone….are you sure you're ok?" she whispered to Angel in Buffy's body.
He nodded his head, causing his hair to flutter around his shoulders, and smiled at the older women. "I'm fine." He reached up and touched his brow and the small bloody cut at the edge of his hair. "Maybe just a little…off."
Joyce nodded her head, smiled at him and then glanced at Buffy before heading back up the stairs to her bedroom. Once she was out of sight they both let out a sigh of relief.
"So why are you here?" Buffy asked suspiciously folding her arms over her broad chest. Angel shifted on his feet suddenly looking embarrassed. "Cordelia had a vision, she saw you and Faith…"
"And what, so you just came down, to save poor defenceless Buffy again?" she snapped, her dark eyes flashing yellow for a second.
Angel shook his head frantically. "No…Buffy, I wanted to help. I didn't want to see you hurt again. I know your stronger and faster then Faith, but she's desperate and desperate people will do anything."
Buffy frowned and looked at him in annoyance. "You could have called, it would have prevented all of this…" She waved her hand down her large body.
Angel rolled his eyes. "Well, I didn't exactly know this was going to happen you know!" He too folded his arms over his chest, his forearms locking under his breasts and accidentally pushing them up. "I just thought I could help you, get Faith to admit what she had done, I certainly didn't expect this. We need to get this fixed as soon as possible," he told her
"Of course," snapped Buffy, "The sooner you can leave again." She glared at him.
"Buffy…come on, that's not fair."
"Fair? Save it Angel," she snapped. "There is someone in my life now, he's kind and sweet and normal." She looked at him pointedly, her eyes narrowed in anger. Angel's features twisted as a stricken look passed briefly over his face before he managed to get his features back under control. He cleared his throat.
"Well then…lets do something about it," he snapped, his voice rising in anger.
Buffy nodded in agreement. "Giles should know what to do about this," she offered. "Let's go to his house, he can call the gang, we can research…" She paused as Angel turned his head away and glanced out the window, his hazel eyes searching the darkness
"It's a plan," he muttered, his voice hard and distant
A few minutes later Angel was behind the wheel of the Plymouth, sitting on the edge of the seat as his short legs struggled to reach the cars ancient pedals. He grunted softly as he shifted gears, rolling his eyes in annoyance. In the passenger seat Buffy slumped in her seat, her arms folded behind her head as a smirk graced her features.
"So why did Faith break that thing anyway," she asked grinning as Angel struggled with the car, now she knew it wasn't her fault she couldn't drive, it was her body's.
Angel turned his head, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye, he flipped his hair behind his shoulders, shaking it out of his eyes and sighed.
"Didn't you see?" he asked. "That's what switched out bodies"
Buffy's eyes widened and she jolted upright. "What?" she snapped, growling as her eyes flashed yellow. "That Bitch!"
Angel glanced over at her in alarm, noticing the yellow eyes, and grew concerned.
"Buffy," he hissed softly, "Calm down!"
Buffy took a deep unneeded breath and closed her eyes briefly, reaching up and pinching the bridge of her nose as she breathed in deep.
"Sorry…I just got angry that's all." She turned and looked at him, her warm brown eyes filled with remorse. "I hate what's she's done to us."
Angel sighed and glanced into the rear-view mirror before changing lanes. "I know," he muttered softly. "But you need to stay in control." He looked at her in concern "You're a vampire now…" he whispered.
Buffy sniffed, reached up and placed a broad hand over her unmoving chest. She paused as she strained to hear her heartbeat. Nothing, not even a murmur. She blinked back tears, closed her eyes and let her senses expand, her ears twitched as a soft steady thump, barely distinguishable came from the soft warm body in the driver's seat beside her. She heard the loud rumble of the car around them but that was it. She opened her eyes "I never reaslise how quiet it was," she whispered glancing at him out of the corner of her eye.
Angel shrugged, a swift jerk of his narrow shoulders, "I don't notice anymore." Then he frowned and glanced at her. "But I can notice the difference now, I feel…" He paused. "Fragile, and new….and I can feel my… your," he corrected, "Heart."
Buffy winced, "I can hear it," she whispered reluctantly, causing Angel to give her a sympathetic look.
"Are you ok?" he asked softly
Buffy winced, reached up and ran a hand through her short spiky dark hair. "I don't know," she whispered. "I'll deal…I'm the slayer, it's what I do." She paused and tilted her head. "Or rather…I'm not now, not technically anyway…"
Angel's head jerked around and he stared at her wide eyed, his mouth popping open in shock. "Oh…Shit!" he snapped, he turned back to the road and stated hyperventilating, "I'm a Slayer now, oh…this is…" He just shook his head in disbelief. "Unbelievable! Dammit!"
Buffy chuckled reached out and placed a hand on his… or rather her body's thigh. A sudden jolt and a tingle raced up her arm and she jerked her hand away frantically. She gasped and took a deep breath to steady herself as a warm fuzzy feeling spread throughout her body. She felt Angel jerk in surprise as well and saw him blush a deep shade of pink as he sucked in a breath of air as his heart started to pound. A sweet scent reached her nostrils and she blinked in surprise, wondering what it was.
In the driver's seat Angel shifted in his seat as Buffy's touch sent a tingle down his spine, this body was so in tuned to his body that despite the mind inside it, the body was still reacting. It was strange and exhilarating and surprisingly arousing all at the same time. He took another deep breath and glanced at Buffy sitting beside him, she had an astonished look on her broad face, her dark eyes wide. He frowned, and tiled his head to the side.
"What is it?" he asked curiously
Buffy just shook her head "Nothing…just, nothing," she muttered, quickly turning her head away, desperately relieved that she could no longer blush.
A/N: Ok, first chapter. Whoo! Hopefully it's not to confusing about how I'm describing Buffy and Angel, honestly I have given it a lot of though, but this way, where I'm still referring to them as him and her, despite being in different bodies seems the least confusing way! I was going to refer to Angel as her and Buffy as him, as reference to the body they were in, but even I was getting confused with that way! lol.
Anyway, I already know exactly where I'm going for this story. It's only a short story, no more then 5 chapters, but they will all be a pretty decent length! This plot idea was mainly just a Buffy/Angel body swap thing, so the plot is just centred on the episode 'who are you?' obviously it's changed from cannon, but it means the story isn't all that long.
Hopefully the smut fest coming up will more then make up for it. I'm hoping so! Anyway, I think I've rambled enough, I really need to start putting a limit on my author notes! Lol, but please, please, please if you liked this chapter review! Reviews fuel the musie beast, and I love getting feedback. If you think I need to improve anything, tell me, I actually like getting critique…it helps me improve as a writer! Lol, and gods knows I need all the help I can get! Hehe..
Cheers, and thanks so much for reading!