THE ONE HUNDRED YEAR DANCE
AUTHOUR'S NOTES: Basically this is time travelling Spuffy fic. I'm not so hot on thinking of all the possible time paradoxes so if I slip up along the way I am very sorry but feel free to point them out to me.
I work hard on my fics and I have even done research for this one so I hope the historical references stand up. I promise that I won't neglect this fic and will probably up date daily.
TIME LINE: Set in early season six, so spoilers up to then possible. Before Tabula Rasa.
DISCLAIMER: I own none of the BtVS characters of concepts.
FEEDBACK: Yes please I love it and it makes me write faster, you can leave a review here or email me nikkibabe13@hotmail.com
MOST OF ALL PLEASE ENJOY!!!!!
PROLOGUE
Giles was sat at the desk in his office, rubbing the bridge of his nose the stress was just getting too much for him. It really was time that Buffy lived her own life and started stand on her own as the grown up she was.
Looking out of the small window into the office it was hard to believe that he even considered any of them adults, well apart from Anya maybe. Xander was sat at the research table playing snap with Dawn and teasing her when he won. Willow and Tara were sat together cuddled up giggling like children, Anya was counting the days takings for the forth time while doing the dance of Capitalist seniority and then there was Buffy and Spike.
If he didn't know any better he'd think that those two were hopelessly in love looking at the way they were acting.
~*~
Spike was stood on a chair in the main part of the Magic Box with his arm outstretched holding a small notebook. Buffy was jumping at his feet trying to retrieve the stolen notebook.
"Spike give me it back." She shouted and pouted as she tried desperately to grab the book.
"How's bout you treat ol' Spike proper and give him a please." Spike said shooting her charming grin from above.
"As if."
"Well then no book for you." Spike said laughing at the petit Slayer.
Buffy looked at the smug grin on his face and decided that drastic measures need to be taken, she pulled her hand into a fist and punched Spike hard in the groin. A satisfied smile played on her lips as she watched the vampire bend over cursing. Quickly she jumped a little and grabbed the notebook from Spike's grasp.
Buffy proceeded to knock Spike completely off the chair and take up a seat there. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Spike get up and prowl round the back of her. He bent down and whispered in her ear.
"You play nice with me Slayer or I'll tell everyone about what you wanted me to do to you in the watchers bathroom when we were under Red's will be done spell." As he said it a cheeky smile formed on his face while he relived the memory.
Buffy shot him a glare, they had agreed not to ever talk about things that had happened while they under that spell but Spike still used it for a bit of blackmail every now and again.
"You wouldn't dare." Buffy spat quietly so as not to alert the rest of the gang. She saw the 'watch me' look in his eyes.
"Giles, Spike's trying to blackmail me!" Buffy shouted towards the office in the shop.
Giles slowly paced from his place in the office, taking his glasses off and rubbing them, "And why would he do that?" Giles asked his voice tired and weary.
"Because he doesn't want me to tell Anya that he smashed that very expensive crystal of Julius in the basement." Buffy said proudly shooting Spike a smug grin.
"You did what? How many times have I told to be careful when you're creeping around down there? And I've also told you that all breakages must be paid for!" Anya ranted as she stuck her hand out in Spike direction.
Giles felt the veins in his head start to contract and the powerful headache start to take hold, he turned on his heels and made his way back into the office before Anya started to explain the whole process and ethics behind capitalism.
~*~
Giles stared down at the old text before him, the council had sent it to him to translate, and apparently it was of great importance to the current Slayer. The dialect that the text was written in was a long lost one and the work was hard.
His took his pen into his hand and started to scribble down some more words of the translation.
"Why are these things always written in riddles?" He sighed to himself, dropping the pen and reading the translation one more time.
Reading over it again his eyes widened, he thought that he had got it but it made little sense. Giles grabbed the phone and punched in the number of an associate in England who also worked for the council, possibly they could help.
He was already mad enough that the council had sent him this, because he was under no doubt that they had already translated it and knew it's meaning, this was only a test.
As he heard the phone start to ring at the other end he dropped his glassed out of his hand, it made no sense, unless.
Giles looked out of the window to Buffy and Spike who were now embarking on another petty squabble.
TBC.
AUTHOUR'S NOTES: Basically this is time travelling Spuffy fic. I'm not so hot on thinking of all the possible time paradoxes so if I slip up along the way I am very sorry but feel free to point them out to me.
I work hard on my fics and I have even done research for this one so I hope the historical references stand up. I promise that I won't neglect this fic and will probably up date daily.
TIME LINE: Set in early season six, so spoilers up to then possible. Before Tabula Rasa.
DISCLAIMER: I own none of the BtVS characters of concepts.
FEEDBACK: Yes please I love it and it makes me write faster, you can leave a review here or email me nikkibabe13@hotmail.com
MOST OF ALL PLEASE ENJOY!!!!!
PROLOGUE
Giles was sat at the desk in his office, rubbing the bridge of his nose the stress was just getting too much for him. It really was time that Buffy lived her own life and started stand on her own as the grown up she was.
Looking out of the small window into the office it was hard to believe that he even considered any of them adults, well apart from Anya maybe. Xander was sat at the research table playing snap with Dawn and teasing her when he won. Willow and Tara were sat together cuddled up giggling like children, Anya was counting the days takings for the forth time while doing the dance of Capitalist seniority and then there was Buffy and Spike.
If he didn't know any better he'd think that those two were hopelessly in love looking at the way they were acting.
~*~
Spike was stood on a chair in the main part of the Magic Box with his arm outstretched holding a small notebook. Buffy was jumping at his feet trying to retrieve the stolen notebook.
"Spike give me it back." She shouted and pouted as she tried desperately to grab the book.
"How's bout you treat ol' Spike proper and give him a please." Spike said shooting her charming grin from above.
"As if."
"Well then no book for you." Spike said laughing at the petit Slayer.
Buffy looked at the smug grin on his face and decided that drastic measures need to be taken, she pulled her hand into a fist and punched Spike hard in the groin. A satisfied smile played on her lips as she watched the vampire bend over cursing. Quickly she jumped a little and grabbed the notebook from Spike's grasp.
Buffy proceeded to knock Spike completely off the chair and take up a seat there. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Spike get up and prowl round the back of her. He bent down and whispered in her ear.
"You play nice with me Slayer or I'll tell everyone about what you wanted me to do to you in the watchers bathroom when we were under Red's will be done spell." As he said it a cheeky smile formed on his face while he relived the memory.
Buffy shot him a glare, they had agreed not to ever talk about things that had happened while they under that spell but Spike still used it for a bit of blackmail every now and again.
"You wouldn't dare." Buffy spat quietly so as not to alert the rest of the gang. She saw the 'watch me' look in his eyes.
"Giles, Spike's trying to blackmail me!" Buffy shouted towards the office in the shop.
Giles slowly paced from his place in the office, taking his glasses off and rubbing them, "And why would he do that?" Giles asked his voice tired and weary.
"Because he doesn't want me to tell Anya that he smashed that very expensive crystal of Julius in the basement." Buffy said proudly shooting Spike a smug grin.
"You did what? How many times have I told to be careful when you're creeping around down there? And I've also told you that all breakages must be paid for!" Anya ranted as she stuck her hand out in Spike direction.
Giles felt the veins in his head start to contract and the powerful headache start to take hold, he turned on his heels and made his way back into the office before Anya started to explain the whole process and ethics behind capitalism.
~*~
Giles stared down at the old text before him, the council had sent it to him to translate, and apparently it was of great importance to the current Slayer. The dialect that the text was written in was a long lost one and the work was hard.
His took his pen into his hand and started to scribble down some more words of the translation.
"Why are these things always written in riddles?" He sighed to himself, dropping the pen and reading the translation one more time.
Reading over it again his eyes widened, he thought that he had got it but it made little sense. Giles grabbed the phone and punched in the number of an associate in England who also worked for the council, possibly they could help.
He was already mad enough that the council had sent him this, because he was under no doubt that they had already translated it and knew it's meaning, this was only a test.
As he heard the phone start to ring at the other end he dropped his glassed out of his hand, it made no sense, unless.
Giles looked out of the window to Buffy and Spike who were now embarking on another petty squabble.
TBC.