Date Rape

Title: Date Rape
Author: Angel Jade
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Date rape, language, violence.
Spoilers: Season 2 Ats
Pairings: Lindsey/Fred
Summary: Popular transfer student, Lindsey McDonald asks Fred out on a date. She learns the hard way not to trust guys like him again.
Setting: Pre-Ats
Feedback: angel-jade@buffyrocks.co.uk
Site: Law and Physics (Lindsey/Fred): http://www.fortunecity.com/lavender/wargames/72/
Distribution: If you've had my permission before, you have it now. Anyone else, ask first please.
Disclaimer: I do not claim to own the characters in the fic, nor do I make money from borrowing them.

*****

It was a fact of life that nerdy, science geeks didn't get asked out by smart, popular, sporty, attractive guys. To Fred Burkle it was that simple until the very smart, popular, sporty, attractive guy that she happened to be crushing on, asked her.

In hindsight, she knew she should have known better than to trust one of them. The type that usually called her names and tripped her up while she was carrying a pile of textbooks. They were people she avoided at all costs. But he was just so different...

He smiled at her when the others pretended she wasn't there. He even offered to pick those fallen textbooks up for her. He was a gentleman. To Fred, he was the man she wanted to marry.

School girl crush.

Fred knew as well as anyone what the majority of high school boys wanted. Especially seniors. Fred was only a junior, one year, eight months and twelve days younger than him. But she knew.

But kind, gentle eyes and charming smiles couldn't lie. She had been so sure she had known his soul.

She was wrong.

*****

"You're lying." Steph frowned as Fred told her the news. "Tell me you're making this up."

"No. He did. This morning actually." Fred gushed. "I've been dying to tell you all day."

"Lindsey McDonald? *The* Lindsey McDonald? Mr. Cute as hell transfer student?" Steph sank back onto her stool, turning round to lean on the lab table. "No offence Fred, but...are you sure he's not setting you up? They do that sometimes..."

"I know." Fred said, softly. "And I made sure. It took him ages to convince me he was serious."

"Yeah, but..." Steph broke off, looking for the right words. "He's cool. We're not. It's like mixing two incompatible chemicals. Either one takes over the other or bang, explosion...big mess."

Fred rolled her eyes. "Okay, you know that was a really bad metaphor, right? And kinda inaccurate."

Steph shrugged. "You're science. I'm maths remember? Well, actually you're pretty much everything, but I' I'm sticking to math. Want me to math metaphor you?"

"Not really." Fred smiled.

"Your loss." Steph sighed. "So you get my point? Either you're going to get a make over and become little miss popular in two weeks or it's going to be a big disaster."

"Anyone ever tell you you're too pessimistic?" Fred asked. "I like him. I've liked him for ages."

"Tell me about it. I'm the one who has to listen...Lindsey this and Lindsey that..." Steph mimicked.

"I do not!" Fred protested. "I'll go. And if he's five minutes late, I'll just leave. Okay?"

"You're meeting there?" Steph asked. "That clinches it. He won't show."

"I'll talk to him, ask if he can pick me up." Fred said, quickly. "He won't stand me up, I know it."

"Fred, I know you haven't dated much, and I can't say I've had any experience to talk of. At all. But, I know what these assholes are capable of. I don't want to see you hurt because of them."

"You don't understand, Steph, he's so nice. He's always been nice to me. On his first day..."

"Yeah, heard the first day speech only a thousand times already." Steph interrupted. "Gimmie one reason why you should trust him."

"Because I want to." Fred countered.

Steph thought about it. "That's a stupid reason."

"So?"

"So...trust him then. You know where I am if he breaks your heart." Steph warned her.

Fred grinned and pulled up a chair beside her best friend. "You happy for me?"

"Jealous as hell." Steph muttered. "But happy nevertheless."

Fred leaned her head over and rested it on Steph's shoulder. "Good."

*****

He'd done some stupid things in his teen years. None so stupid as joining Wolfram and Hart, but one perhaps that stuck out. He'd been angry at the world. Wanted everything and anything he could get. And a frustrated eighteen-year-old boy wanted one thing more than anything. He'd been a jerk all the way through high school. Had left his old one in Oklahoma to leave his family and embarrassing past behind him. He managed to hold down two jobs, while studying at school and becoming instantly popular. But it wasn't enough. He needed more. He had to break away from it all. Be the best. Never fail.

He couldn't pinpoint the exact moment he noticed Fred. Another girl in the crowd, nothing special. But she had noticed him and that's really what mattered. She was a nobody. Smart, but a little eccentric when she got talking. She'd been busted smoking weed the very week he'd started school, and that in itself was enough to get him thinking. She was a bad girl in disguise, right? She'd want him. One date and she'd be his. He'd need to pull all the right moves, but he was sure he could pull it off. It was a challenge, but that was the basis of her appeal. Use them and lose them, a very common practice among his new friends. But they only used the popular girls. The pretty ones, the easy catch. Lindsey never was one to go for the easy route. A school nerd with a bad side was perfect to make him better than the others. Because at the end of the day, that's what mattered.

He'd never intended it to go anything but smoothly.

*****

"I think that's him!" Fred squealed, holding the phone against her ear as she peered out the window.

"Well? Is it?" Steph demanded on the other end.

"No, just next door." Fred sighed. "He's late. You were right..."

"Fred! Give him a chance already!" Steph giggled.

"You were the one who said I shouldn't trust him." Fred pointed out.

"And you ignored me. So this is my second piece of advice. Ignore it if you want, but don't say I'm not always right." Steph replied.

"Oh God, he's here." Fred cried. "What should I do?"

"Answering the door might be a good idea." Steph suggested.

"And then?" Fred asked, starting to bite her nail awkwardly.

"Talk to him. Go with him. Maybe even enjoy yourself." Steph said, sarcastically.

"Gee, thanks."

"Anytime."

"Okay, so...I gotta go, he's walking up the drive." Fred said.

"Good luck. And call me...whatever time you get back." Steph grinned, suggestively.

"Oh you be quiet." Fred chastised. "I'll call you later, bye."

The phone returned to its cradle as the doorbell went. Fred answered it before her dad coget get there and embarrass her.

"Hey there, sexy." Lindsey smiled, leaning against the doorframe, half his shirt hanging out. "You ready?"

Fred went bright red and nodded, casting a glance at the stairs where her mom watched her proudly. "Bye mom!"

"You be back before midnight Winifred, you hear?" Her mom called after her.

"I will!"

Lindsey waved up at Fred's mother, before walking back to his car, Fred following him, nervously.

"So, I thought maybe we could go for a drink or two, then head back to mine and talk?" Lindsey suggested.

Fred looked down at her lap. "I..."

"What's the matter, don't drink?" Lindsey asked.

"No! I do. It's just, I don't think I should go back to yours..."

"Hey, whatever you feel comfortable with." Lindsey said, happily, starting up his new truck.

Fred relaxed and smiled. "Okay."

*****

"Another for the lady." Lindsey ordered, winking at Fred. "They know me in h don don't worry, you ain't gonna get busted."

"You drink a lot?" Fred asked, looking down at the foul tasting liquid he kept ordering for her.

"Me? Nah. Just when I feel like it. Got a fake ID back in Oklahoma." Lindsey explained. "Comes in useful when I want to take a pretty lady out, such as yourself."

Fred blushed again. "How come you wanted to take me out? I mean, I'm not ungrateful or anything, I just don't understand..."

"I seen you looking at me." Lindsey smiled. "You got pretty eyes."

Fred cleared her throat. "Is that why? 'Cause, I know you don't know me..."

"Sure I do. I'm in your nce nce class, aren't I? You talk a lot in there. You're damn smart." Lindsey told her. "And you helped me with that assignment that one time, remember?"

Fred grinned at the memory. How could she forget? He'd made her feel like a puddle of jelly the whole time.

"And that's what this is. Getting to know you. You're pretty special." Lindsey leaned forward, placing his spare hand on her thigh.

Fred was too embarrassed to acknowledge it, she just smiled at him, sipping her drink and pretending she hadn't even noticed.

Lindsey looked at her almost finished drink and ordered another.

"No...I really don't want..." Fred didn't even finish before the bartender walked away to get her another drink. "This needs to be my last, I think. I feel kinda woozy."

Lindsey gave her his charming smile and eased his hand up her thigh. "That's alright..."

Fred stood up quickly. "Be right back, I need to go to the bathroom."

Lindsey watched her leave, playing with his own non-alcoholic drink idly, before looking at the door to the bar.

*****

"Get a grip, Fred." She scolded herself in the mirror. "He's Lindsey. The cutest guy who will ever look at you and you want to throw it away because he put his hand on your leg? You're the luckiest girl in school, don't blow this."

A toilet flushed and a woman walked out, gave Fred a funny look as she washed her hands, then left.

"And you're also the craziest girl in school." She muttered to herself. Taking a deep breath, she went back in, heading for her chair.

"I'll take you back after this one." Lindsey told her, helping her up onto her raised chair as she began to wobble a bit.

"No, I'm fine. You don't have to." Fred urged, sure she'd blown it.

"No, it's getting late. We can go for a drive first though if you like. I've got this great place I could show you..."

"Like a make-out point?" Fred giggled.

Lindsey just smiled. "Something a little more secluded. It's beautiful, wait til you see it."

*****

That was where alarm bells should have gone off in her supposedly genius brain. A popular guy asking her out is one thing, but getting her drunk then taking her somewhere secluded? Wasn't something she expected from her gentleman husband-to-be.

She didn't see any of it coming. Senses dulled from the more fun affects of alcohol and so besotted with the man who could smile his way out of anything, Fred was oblivious to anything but her date and his charming smile.

*****

"I've never been up here before." Fred told him, breaking the silence. "It's pretty."

Lindsey glanced at her. "Wait til you see my spot. It's a great view."

"You take girls there often?" Fred asked, before she could shut herself up.

Lindsey laughed. "No. You're lucky. You're the first."

Corny, an obvious l.Fre.Fred smiled. She actually believed him. "You got any weed?" She blurted, half an attempt to sound cool, half because she really wanted something to kill the nerves.

Lindsey raised an eyebrow. "Miss Burkle, you bad girl."

Fred giggled. "My friend Michael stole some off his brother once. We did it in the name of science."

Lindsey shook his head in amusement. "Sure you did."

"I'm not an addict or anything." Fred said, quickly. "I mean, I don't smoke it all the time."

"Sorry, I don't have any. Got a bottle of gin in the glove compartment if you're interested?" Lindsey offered.

Fred wasn't. "Uh, I think I'll pass..."

Lindsey just smiled.

"So, we nearly there yet?" Fred asked, to the the sudden silence.

"Just gotta turn in here..." He swerved the truck round the corner. "And we're here."

Fred looked out the window as they parked. "Wow. You were right, it's a great view."

"Hidden entrance. No one comes up here." Lindsey told her. "At least not that I've seen."

Fred nodded, her eyes blurring slightly. She took her glasses off and tried to focus. "So, uh..."

Lindsey didn't wait for her to finish. He leaned over and kissed her, holding her face to his, tasting the alcohol on her breath.

Fred was surprised by the kiss, didn't respond at first. She was terrified she'd mess it up. But it didn't take long before she started to kiss back. She was so totally in love with this guy and she wanted this more than anything. She felt more confident than she had in a long time and that was all she needed.

Lindsey's hand reached over and touched her leg, gently massaging it at first; slowly easing it's way up her thigh.

Fred felt a surge of adrenaline. And fear. It was too much, too soon. But it was Lindsey, ands was was what she wanted. She wasn't going to blow everything just because one little hand.

As it slid further up her leg, she reached down with one of her hands and pushed it away slightly, never breaking the kiss. Lindsey moved his hand and for a moment, it seemed that that was it. He'd respected her wishes and gone a little slower.

But then his body moved closer, pressing hers back against the car door. The kiss deepened and Fred suddenly had the distinct feeling of being trapped was wasn't romantic any more. It wasn't even nice. She was afraid. His hand moved to her breast, caressing it over her top.

She broke the kiss. "Lindsey, stop..."

"Shhh, it's okay." He whispered back, kissing her again.

"I...can't." She tried to push him off, but she was too small and too weak to do anything. "Get off."

Lindsey leaned back a little and smiled. "Come on Fred, I wasn't hurting you. Thought we were having a good time."

"You're going too fast." Fred told him, feeling infinitely stupid all of a sudden. She'd never done this before and she wondered if maybe this was supposed to happen.

"Want me to slow down?" He asked her, the innocent eyes and trustworthy smile back.

Fred nodded; melting under the look he was giving her.

He leaned back over and kissed her gently. And it seemed as if everything was okay again.

Her hand reached out and pressed against his chest as his ran through her hair. All worries disintegrated and she felt special for the first time in her life.

She was concentrating so hard on kissing him, that she didn't feel his hand on the waistband of her pants, slipping under her top. By the time his hand skimmed against her skin and she realised where it was, it was too late to stop him. His hand was skilfully in her bra in seconds, teasing her nipple playfully. She wanted to tell him to stop, but it felt okay. Scary, but okay. It wasn't like many guys wanted to do this with her. She was probably lucky it was happening now.

But then it wasn't okay, because his other hand was on her zipper, and his movements weren't so gentle anymore. His breathing was more erratic, his eyes no longer on hers. He was too busy trying to get her pants undone.

"Stop, I don't think we should..." Fred began; sure he'd listen to her.

He didn't. "It's okay, it'll feel great, I promise."

"No, Lindsey..." Fred didn't want this. His hand was in her pants and she could feel him getting too close for comfort. "Please just take me home."

"Don't you like me? Come on, Fred. You've wanted this for a long time. Let me show you how good it feels." Lindsey said, softly, his hand slipping in her panties.

Fred felt a lump in her throat and all efforts to start yelling at him failed miserably. She tried to push him away, but his body practically covered her own. She fumbled about for the door handle, but she couldn't find it in her panicked state.

"Yeah, that's it." He groaned as his finger slid inside her and he rubbed against her clitoris.

Fred needed to throw up. Everything was spinning worse than before and her head began to hurt. She couldn't breathe, let alone fight back.

A zipper sounded and Fred realised it wasn't hers. She tried to cry out, but no sound came. Her fists started to beat against the body trapping her but he didn't even flinch. Her pants were pulled away and she felt very naked. Very vulnerable. He was going to rape her and she couldn't even scream.

"Yeah, you want this. Tell yourself you don't but you're like every bitch in that snobby high school of yours. You all want it." He hissed in her ear.

He forced her legs apart and before she could stop him, she felt his cock pushing inside her.

Pain shot through her body and this time Fred did scream. "Sto! St! Stop! Lindsey, no, please...just stop. It hurts..."

"Won't hurt for much longer baby. Just breathe for me, okay. It'll feel good, I promise." He whispered.

Fred began crying, tears rolling down her white cheeks. She stopped fighting back and tried to escape again, looking for the handle that just wasn't there anymore. "Please don't do this."

Lindsey was thrusting inside her, each one harder than the other. The pain was as unbearable as the disgust she felt. She wanted to die there and then.

"God, you feel so fucking good." Lindsey gasped in her ear.

Hours, or what felt hou hours, passed. And Fred lost her voice from the screaming and pleading. She was exhausted and in so much pain she wondered if she'd ever stop feeling this bad. Lindsey finally came inside her and pulled away.

She wanted to curl up and die, but she couldn't find the strength.

"Fred?" Lindsey called, an amount of guilt in his voice, but it was still that soft and gentle voice that used to make her smile. "Come on, it's okay. I'm gonna take you home now, alright?"

Fred just kept crying, afraid to say anything. She couldn't even look at him.

His hand reached out to touch her but she jolted away, trying to open the door.

He started the car quickly and reversed it. "Don't do anything stupid. I'm taking you home. You know, you're acting kinda stupid about this. I mean, it was only a bit of fun. And you wanted it, don't try and deny that. You're beautiful, Fred. God, how can you not see what you do to guys? I thought you liked me?"

Fred bit her lip until it bleed. If she'd had the strength, she'd have swung for him right then.

They drove in silence for a bit, Lindsey casting glances over at her. "You want me to get some aspirin or something? I know the first time can hurt a bit."

Fred just glared right ahead.

"Right, you've been drinking." Lindsey remembered. And then he smiled slightly. "That alcohol does funny things, huh? You drank quite a lot. Probably why you freaked out back there. But don't worry, I ain't gonna tell anyone what happened."

She held it back, she had to. She knew the moment she let go she'd either kill him or herself. So for now, she held it all back.

"I'm going to college in September. Law school." Lindsey started. "Gonna be a hot shot lawyer. Thinking of moving somewhere a little bigger. New York or LA or somewhere like that. You got any plans?"

Fred said nothing.

"Fred?"

"No." She said, angrily.

"Ah, that's too bad." Lindsey said. "You know, I'd hate for any of this to mess up your plans. Our plans. We're both gonna be rich one day. You're a smart girl. You know what this could do to you, right?"

Fred closed her eyes and willed him to stop talking.

"Anything you need, you come to me, you hear?" Lindsey offered. "I'll make sure everyone leaves you alone at school."

Fred just held her stomach, trying not to throw up everywhere.

Lindsey stopped talking.

*****

He parked outside her house, only four minutes to go until she had to be home. She opened the door quickly and went to get out.

"Fred?"

She stopped, waiting for him to change his mind and drag her back in.

"Don't do anything we'll both regret. You were drunk and me; I'm pretty popular round here. You're just a nobody with a drug and alcohol problem. I think you know what I'm getting at."

Fred slammed the door and walked away.

Her mother was there to meet her as she opened the door.

"Well? How'd it go honey?" Her mom asked, eagerly.

"Fine." She walked away, up the stairs and into the bathroom. She put the shower on as hot as it would go and stripped. She felt his hands on her. Everywhere. So disgusting. And inside her, that was worse. She climbed in and shut the door behind her. The scalding water ran over her skin, burning it all away. But it couldn't burn away the images. And the pain. She broke down, sinking to the floor and crying to herself. She thought about school, about seeing him again. She finally keeled over and threw up.

Was she going to tell someone? Have him arrested and locked away so she'd never have to see him again?

//"You were drunk and me, I'm pretty popular round here. You're just a nobody with a drug and alcohol problem. I think you know what I'm getting at."//

//"You're a smart girl. You know what this could do to you, right?"//

Fred contemplated the many ways she could think of to get a transfer to a different school.

Or to be ill for the rest of the year.

She was a smart girl. She'd figure it out.

*****

The End