I'm back :-)
I'm posting an update and a rework of the formerly
titled Willow the
Cheerleader, so enjoy!
Catch you on the flipside,
Cilia
Story premise: Set during the high school era, this
is a totally off kilter
story about Willow becoming a cheerleader and Buffy
becoming the quarterback
of the football team. All due to, of course, the
"mysterious" death-rate in
Sunnydale. With a complete lack of vampires for the
most part, it's a spin
on the classic football romance. This will be a
completely open ended story,
as most fluff is, so updates will be infrequent.
Title: The Complex Lives of Cheerleaders and
Quarterbacks
Author: Cilia
E-mail: cilia@xxxxxxx
Rating: PG-13
Disclairment: Joss and his mutants own all
The Complex Lives of Cheerleaders and Quarterbacks
Cilia
Prologue: The Cheerleader and the Quarterback
'"It'll be fun," they said. "It couldn't hurt,"
they said. "It'll
look good on your college application," they said.
But they never said it
would be this short,' Willow Rosenberg thought as
she studied herself in her
full length mirror. 'No way in hell I'm going out in
public wearing this
skimpy thing.' Still, Sunnydale High's resident
brainiac and proud,
card-carrying member of the Scooby Gang, was now,
officially, a cheerleader.
She was struck by an amusing thought so she reached
for her
pom-poms. Watching herself in the mirror, she
started to do a little
routine. "Razorbacks! Razorbacks! Go, go, go! May we
be fast and they be
slow!" she sang and jumped up and down before
breaking down in a fit of
giggles.
Willow did look good in the outfit though; with her
pale but shapely
legs--honed from much running from baddies or
chasing Buffy--going up
forever before reaching the short yellow skirt. Her
exposed midriff was
nothing to be ashamed of either and her long red
hair, once braided and done
up, was a marvel to behold. Willow the Cheerleader
was, in all honesty,
extremely easy on the eyes.
~*~*~*~
Meanwhile, there was much pondering going on with
the coaches of the
Sunnydale High Razorbacks. There was a lack of
suitable quarterback
candidates for the team. Given they had receivers
that could outrun any in
the county--with strong legs being a absolute must
in Sunnydale if you
wanted to live to see graduation--a strong defensive
line, and the hottest
cheerleaders in the state. But there was not one
student in the school who
could throw the pigskin around. An errant ball hit
the head coach.
"Sorry," the would-be jock shouted his apology.
But the infinite patience of the warm hearted, and
all around nice
guy, Coach Jared Jameson ensured that the Sunnydale
Razorbacks were a team
like no other.
"For the love of--" Coach Jameson exclaimed as he
kicked the ball
and sent it flying. He was a tall man in his late
forties, with graying hair
and sharp features. As it turns out, he had been
quite the kicker in his day
and still reportedly had some juice left in his long
legs. The ball sailed
off and was lost beyond the end zone. Usually the
most stoic of men, the
lack of a team leader was getting to the renowned,
saint-like coach.
"Guess we can write the try-outs off the list?"
Assistant Coach
Julia Landis asked. A dark haired woman in her late
thirties, she was the
result of a mistake in hiring that had turned into a
PR coup for the school.
"God?" Coach Jameson asked and raised his hands to
the skies. "Give
me just this one break and I will not ask for
anything else ever again."
Coach Landis sighed at the antics of the
head-coach.
The lost football then came flying back in a
graceful arc and landed
in the waiting hands of Coach Jameson. A pair of
heads turned and four eyes
landed on and then squinted at what looked like a
petite, blond junior who
waved at them from the other end of the football
field. "Nice kick,"
she called out to them with a smile before being
charged upon by two very
happy football coaches. They had The Sunnydale
Razorbacks' new quarterback:
Buffy Anne Summers.
Chapter One: Come again?
Buffy wondered, 'How'd I get myself into this
mess?' as she put on
her pads. She took a moment to just look at the
yellow and red jersey with
the number nine and 'Summers' spelled on the back.
Shaking her head with a
soft laugh, she slipped it on as she wondered how
her friends would take
this newest weirdness.
There were no rules against girls playing high
school football--this
being California, the state of free range liberals.
She dressed in a
separate dressing room from the all boy team, the
cheerleaders' locker room
to be exact. The only reason she didn't change with
the rest of the team was
that she didn't want to give them a free show.
Anyways, it wasn't like
she'd be tempted to even look at them--not anymore
at least. But for now, it
was her little secret that nobody--not even
Willow--knew about. In other
words, she wasn't quite ready to go public with her
Sapphic longings just
yet.
Tucking her helmet under her arm she jogged out of
the locker room
and onto the practice field. There her eyes met
sparkling green ones and a
silence fell over the green grass of the football
field.
The rest of the world noticed her while she only
noticed Willow.
Willow, who had been so transfixed on Buffy in all
her
football-goddess glory, hid her face behind her
pom-poms.
Although Buffy didn't stand more then five foot
two, she made a
striking figure in her pads and tight pants. Her
blond hair was tightly
pulled up in a French bun and she looked extremely
warrior-like with the
black marks under her eyes. One could almost say
that she looked lethal and
sexy at the same time. Of course, those two often go
together and her effect
on the players and cheerleaders was immediate.
"No way!" Cordelia Chase, head-cheerleader as per
the universal
order, shouted as she saw the new quarterback the
coach had been talking
about.
"Buffy," Coach Jameson said as he walked over
carrying a clipboard
and the smile of a man at peace with the universe.
"Coach," she said as she stood up straight and gave
the cordial man
a puzzled look. The rest of the faculty at the
school always called her
'Summers', but Coach Jameson seemed different, more
relaxed even.
"Ready to throw some footballs?" he asked and
tucked the clipboard
under his arm.
"Just point me in the right direction," she replied
with a lopsided
grin. She walked past the gaping cheerleaders that
had been practicing on
the sidelines, but not without waving to Willow who
just