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Okay, hello again everyone. It's Sunday and I've received 22 new emails and sequel requests since Saturday. I'm bowing to the inevitable and writing a sequel, two days after I finished the last one. You might ask yourself what the point was but I like to finish my stories on a good note, before more trouble gets to the characters, i.e., the news about Glory, Dawn, and Joyce. Well you'll just have to see how this turns out for the characters. I think that I've finally figured out how to successful separate the scene, (fanfiction.net won't let me insert a line, very annoying).
Quick notes, another writer here, Kallysten made my day by reviewing my story, since I absolutely love her stories, (especially the trilogy starting with His Childe), so thank you.
I'm jumping back in time to the morning after Spike and Buffy first got together, meaning they have to go and tell the gang. He he.
Buffy stretched, she felt like the cat in the saying that got the cream, except that she was the cat who got the cream and new there was plenty more where that came from. She turned over and noticed the weight of Spike's arm over her waist. It was a big day in more than one. Her mom was coming home. Buffy's heart leapt. She couldn't wait to get her mom here. Then they could try and pretend that this whole thing had never happened, get back to where they had been. Her mom, playing mediator while she and Dawn fought. She had learnt that she definitely wasn't ready to be a real adult yet.
Buffy also knew that they were going to go to the Magic Box together and tell the gang about, well . . .them. She was nervous; she wasn't worried about Giles or Willow. She was worried about Xander; he was bad at the 'grey area' thing.
Buffy felt the arm around her tighten slightly and she looked at the man next to her in the bed. "Morning."
Spike sat up, "Mornin' pet." Next second Buffy began to giggle, "What?" Spike as smiling along with her.
"You're covered in peanut butter and melted ice-cream."
Spike snaked out a hand and ran it over her bare stomach, "So are you."
Buffy looked down at herself, taking in the mess of their midnight snack, she could see the rest all over the bed "It's a good job you're a tidy eater. We'd have ended looking like something out of a slasher movie."
Spike laughed, "True. When's your mom home?"
Buffy looked at the clock, "This after noon in about four hours. Giles is going to take us to the hospital and bring us all back. I wanted to give the place a quick clean before she got here. Thought I might get Dawn to lend us a hand."
Spike looked at her with his eyebrows raised in mock seriousness, "Great pet, less than twenty four hours and you've already scripted me for housework. Honey moon period over already."
Buffy smiled and leant down to kiss him, "Welcome to the life that you so wanted to be a part of."
Spike pulled her to him deepening the kiss. He could handle all parts if he got this one.
* * * Buffy stumbled out of bed about an hour later to run and grab the phone, "Hello?"
Giles voice came over the phone, "Buffy. We were wondering when you wanted Dawn brought over."
Buffy felt a little guilty, her sister might need a little sisterly time. "As soon as possible."
"Right. I'll bring her right over. Uh . . .Buffy?"
Buffy felt something coming here, "Yeah?"
"How are things? You know uh . . .with Riley?"
Buffy gritted her teeth, "Actually, Riley's gone."
"Oh Buffy I'm so sorr . . ."
Buffy cut him off, "I'm not sorry Giles, it was the best thing but I do need to talk to you about how and why and how things are now."
There was a silence "Does this have anything to do with . . . Spike?"
Buffy flinched a little, there really was no fooling her Watcher, "Look, we need to talk about this later. We're meant to be meeting at the Magic Box later right, Glory research?"
"Uh . . . Yes. I have an idea."
"Okay well when we come to talk about that I'll tell you then. I want to do this face to face."
Buffy could have sworn that she heard Giles cleaning his glasses, "Okay. I'll drop Dawn off in a few minutes. I won't come in because Anya's doing an inventory and frightening everyone. I'll also pretend that you didn't say when 'we' come to talk about that. See you later."
"Bye."
* * * Buffy was constantly fighting the urge not to laugh. Spike was sat in her bath fully clothed with Dawn as they scrubbed the enamel. As Buffy had expected her sister's only response to learning about Buffy and Spike's relationship had been 'about time'. Spike had ruffled the girl's hair and declared with a flourish that it obviously wasn't hereditary; all the Summers women apart from Buffy had excellent taste in men. Buffy was scrubbing the sink ready for her mom's returned, keeping her mind focused was difficult, after all it wasn't everyday you saw one of the undead in rubber gloves.
* * *
Joyce Summers walked through the door of her home with a sigh. God it felt good to be there. She had been worried that she might never be there again. Giles had been good enough to pick her up and observant enough to see that she wasn't really up to entertaining guests at the moment. She flopped down on the sofa, "The place looks spotless girls. You been at this all day?"
Dawn grinned, "Yeah! But we had a little help."
Joyce smiled at her youngest daughters enthusiasm, "Tell me you didn't rope the entire gang in to help you."
Buffy flushed, "Um . . . no. Not exactly. Spike gave us a hand."
Joyce looked at erh daughter expectantly, "And Riley?"
"Has gone. He's taken off with the military to some jungle."
Joyce smiled to herself. She had nothing against the boy personally, he had always been polite and treated Buffy well, but she did know that he wasn't the man to truly make her daughter happy, and anyway she liked Spike, "And is Spike still here?"
Buffy flushed a very deep crimson, "Yeah. He said that he didn't want to get in the way of your homecoming so he'd stay out of the way."
Joyce frowned, "You tell him that he's to come out of hiding, he wont be in the way. Besides, if you're . . ." Joyce tried to phrase is delicately, "In a relationship now, there isn't much that he won't find out from or share with one of us three."
* * *
Spike had come downstairs and made hot chocolate for them all. He hadn't talked o much as listened. To the three women of the Summers house, as they caught up on each others lives. He smiled every now and then thinking how they had accepted him into their family, not only because of Buffy. Joyce and dawn liked him because of him. According to Buffy, Joyce had even encouraged her. He liked this feeling, like he was wanted, like he belonged.
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Okay, hello again everyone. It's Sunday and I've received 22 new emails and sequel requests since Saturday. I'm bowing to the inevitable and writing a sequel, two days after I finished the last one. You might ask yourself what the point was but I like to finish my stories on a good note, before more trouble gets to the characters, i.e., the news about Glory, Dawn, and Joyce. Well you'll just have to see how this turns out for the characters. I think that I've finally figured out how to successful separate the scene, (fanfiction.net won't let me insert a line, very annoying).
Quick notes, another writer here, Kallysten made my day by reviewing my story, since I absolutely love her stories, (especially the trilogy starting with His Childe), so thank you.
I'm jumping back in time to the morning after Spike and Buffy first got together, meaning they have to go and tell the gang. He he.
Buffy stretched, she felt like the cat in the saying that got the cream, except that she was the cat who got the cream and new there was plenty more where that came from. She turned over and noticed the weight of Spike's arm over her waist. It was a big day in more than one. Her mom was coming home. Buffy's heart leapt. She couldn't wait to get her mom here. Then they could try and pretend that this whole thing had never happened, get back to where they had been. Her mom, playing mediator while she and Dawn fought. She had learnt that she definitely wasn't ready to be a real adult yet.
Buffy also knew that they were going to go to the Magic Box together and tell the gang about, well . . .them. She was nervous; she wasn't worried about Giles or Willow. She was worried about Xander; he was bad at the 'grey area' thing.
Buffy felt the arm around her tighten slightly and she looked at the man next to her in the bed. "Morning."
Spike sat up, "Mornin' pet." Next second Buffy began to giggle, "What?" Spike as smiling along with her.
"You're covered in peanut butter and melted ice-cream."
Spike snaked out a hand and ran it over her bare stomach, "So are you."
Buffy looked down at herself, taking in the mess of their midnight snack, she could see the rest all over the bed "It's a good job you're a tidy eater. We'd have ended looking like something out of a slasher movie."
Spike laughed, "True. When's your mom home?"
Buffy looked at the clock, "This after noon in about four hours. Giles is going to take us to the hospital and bring us all back. I wanted to give the place a quick clean before she got here. Thought I might get Dawn to lend us a hand."
Spike looked at her with his eyebrows raised in mock seriousness, "Great pet, less than twenty four hours and you've already scripted me for housework. Honey moon period over already."
Buffy smiled and leant down to kiss him, "Welcome to the life that you so wanted to be a part of."
Spike pulled her to him deepening the kiss. He could handle all parts if he got this one.
* * * Buffy stumbled out of bed about an hour later to run and grab the phone, "Hello?"
Giles voice came over the phone, "Buffy. We were wondering when you wanted Dawn brought over."
Buffy felt a little guilty, her sister might need a little sisterly time. "As soon as possible."
"Right. I'll bring her right over. Uh . . .Buffy?"
Buffy felt something coming here, "Yeah?"
"How are things? You know uh . . .with Riley?"
Buffy gritted her teeth, "Actually, Riley's gone."
"Oh Buffy I'm so sorr . . ."
Buffy cut him off, "I'm not sorry Giles, it was the best thing but I do need to talk to you about how and why and how things are now."
There was a silence "Does this have anything to do with . . . Spike?"
Buffy flinched a little, there really was no fooling her Watcher, "Look, we need to talk about this later. We're meant to be meeting at the Magic Box later right, Glory research?"
"Uh . . . Yes. I have an idea."
"Okay well when we come to talk about that I'll tell you then. I want to do this face to face."
Buffy could have sworn that she heard Giles cleaning his glasses, "Okay. I'll drop Dawn off in a few minutes. I won't come in because Anya's doing an inventory and frightening everyone. I'll also pretend that you didn't say when 'we' come to talk about that. See you later."
"Bye."
* * * Buffy was constantly fighting the urge not to laugh. Spike was sat in her bath fully clothed with Dawn as they scrubbed the enamel. As Buffy had expected her sister's only response to learning about Buffy and Spike's relationship had been 'about time'. Spike had ruffled the girl's hair and declared with a flourish that it obviously wasn't hereditary; all the Summers women apart from Buffy had excellent taste in men. Buffy was scrubbing the sink ready for her mom's returned, keeping her mind focused was difficult, after all it wasn't everyday you saw one of the undead in rubber gloves.
* * *
Joyce Summers walked through the door of her home with a sigh. God it felt good to be there. She had been worried that she might never be there again. Giles had been good enough to pick her up and observant enough to see that she wasn't really up to entertaining guests at the moment. She flopped down on the sofa, "The place looks spotless girls. You been at this all day?"
Dawn grinned, "Yeah! But we had a little help."
Joyce smiled at her youngest daughters enthusiasm, "Tell me you didn't rope the entire gang in to help you."
Buffy flushed, "Um . . . no. Not exactly. Spike gave us a hand."
Joyce looked at erh daughter expectantly, "And Riley?"
"Has gone. He's taken off with the military to some jungle."
Joyce smiled to herself. She had nothing against the boy personally, he had always been polite and treated Buffy well, but she did know that he wasn't the man to truly make her daughter happy, and anyway she liked Spike, "And is Spike still here?"
Buffy flushed a very deep crimson, "Yeah. He said that he didn't want to get in the way of your homecoming so he'd stay out of the way."
Joyce frowned, "You tell him that he's to come out of hiding, he wont be in the way. Besides, if you're . . ." Joyce tried to phrase is delicately, "In a relationship now, there isn't much that he won't find out from or share with one of us three."
* * *
Spike had come downstairs and made hot chocolate for them all. He hadn't talked o much as listened. To the three women of the Summers house, as they caught up on each others lives. He smiled every now and then thinking how they had accepted him into their family, not only because of Buffy. Joyce and dawn liked him because of him. According to Buffy, Joyce had even encouraged her. He liked this feeling, like he was wanted, like he belonged.
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