Title: Mr. Right
Prompt:Future: Utopia
Medium: Fic
Rating: PG
Warnings:None

Summary:In a perfect society, Mr. Right is easy to find. So why hasn't Buffy found hers?

In the year 3908, Buffy Summers was a perfectly normal woman. She had a well paying job, a nice sized house, a standard pet, and a well kept yard. Every Friday her neighborhood held a weekly barbeque where everyone would gather and share the wonderful happenings of their day. Then on Saturday night they would go to a bonfire down at the beach and share horror stories about some place called 'Jail' and the people who used to live there.

Buffy, of course, knew all these stories by heart just like every other citizen. They were what kept the society in order and helped people to make the right choices. Occasionally there would be one person that was a bit different, but they would be helped right away and when they returned to their lives they were the perfect citizen that everyone strived to be.

Buffy's day was very average to most people. She got up at 6 o' clock and took a shower before getting ready for work. She worked as a guidance counselor for high school students. It was her job to make students realize the importance of contributing to society and to help them feel like they belonged. Her job was very important, and without it many students would begin to act out. A new generation would begin to think new ideas that could very well rip apart society at the seams.

After work she would stop by a simple bistro for coffee where she would meet with her friends and talk about the day. Then she would head home, feed her large Golden Retriever, and settle in for the night. Buffy Summers had a good, average life with a good, average home.

So why did she feel like it wasn't enough?

Oh, she never told anyone about her worries. If she did she would have to go on a holiday from her job and be watched closely until she was fit to re-enter society. She had seen some of the people who had returned from their holidays, and some of them were nothing like she remembered. In fact, they were rather boring when they used to be fun and dramatic.

So in order to keep herself, she remained docile when she wanted to scream, smiled politely when she wanted to pout, and told all the children exactly what they wanted the children to know. Did she agree with things? Generally yes. But some days she wondered if she would have preferred life two thousand years ago.

The first Monday of January started out very normal. After taking a shower and picking out one of her nicest Monday outfits, she found she had extra time and used it to play catch with her dog, Riley. Then she left for work, taking a bus because the she didn't reach the cities standards for safe driving. Her day passed smoothly with a surprisingly little amount of work, and afterwards she had lunch with Willow, her Husband Oz, Tara, Xander, his wife Anya, and the ever present Angel who never seemed to realize that Buffy didn't want to go out on a date with him. It was pleasant, and afterwards Buffy found herself walking home – it was much too nice a day to stay inside.

She was turning onto her street when suddenly she found herself propelled backwards as she connected with a firm chest. Half of her felt like snapping at the stranger, but her better sense told her that would be a bad idea and instead she looked up with a frown, ready to accept the strangers imminent, by-the-book apology.

Rule Number One: Always Apologize

"Bloody hell, watch – I mean, sorry."

Buffy knew in that moment that she had found someone like her – someone who understood the rules, followed the rules, but disagreed with the rules. She smiled, surprising the stranger, and pushed herself up to offer him her hand.

"Buffy Summers," She introduced, "Nice to meet you."

Rule Number Two: Always accept the Apology

And she saw when he realized he had found someone the same as him. His crystal blue eyes widened in surprise and a confident smirk stretched across his face as his tongue peeked through his teeth. He was taller than her – no surprise there – but not by much, and from what she could tell he had a very firm build and a wonderful body that made her want to –

'Easy, girl.' She thought, 'Back on topic.'

"Name's William." He introduced, shaking her hand and tugging her closer to him, making her look up at him with a breathless smile, "But you can call me Spike."

Rule Number Three: No Lewd or inappropriate Nicknames are to be said in Public

Her cheeks flushed with excitement and she let her hand stay firmly clasped in his. How many rules had they broken already?

"You wanna go out sometime, dinner or something?" she asked bluntly, making his smirk widen.

Rule Number Four: The Man always initiates a Relationship

"I'd love to." Spike agreed.

Buffy smiled brightly and quickly pulled a pen from her purse and grabbed his arm, pushing up his sleeve to write down her phone number quickly before dropping her pen back into her purse.

"Call me sometime." She said, not taking no for an answer. Spike's smirk turned into a small half-smile.

"You can count on it."