-1Summary:I wrote this story about 6 years ago and completely forgot about it until I found it while I was cleaning out my room. It's in script format, but if people like what I have so far I'll rewrite it in normal format and continue the story. The first 9 chapters are the pre-written chapters. All are handwritten so I'm going to try to type them up as quickly as possible. Please Review!
Disclaimer:Joss owns everything in the Buffyverse, and I just envy him.
Chapter 1: Situations and Consequences
Buffy::She sits on her bed looking out of her window. ::
Dawn::She watches her sister from the doorway, then proceeds to stutter before speaking. :: B…Buffy?
Buffy::She glances towards the doorway, her eyes falling upon her younger sister. ::
What's wrong?
Dawn:: Is Mom going to be OK?
Buffy:: She knows she can't lie, so she gives Dawn her most honest answer. :: I don't
know.
Dawn::We have to find a cure.
Buffy::We will.
Dawn::Her voice cracks. :: I don't want her to die.
Buffy::Oh god Dawn…come here. ::She stretches out her arms, gesturing her sister over to her side. ::
Dawn::She walks over and sits next to Buffy. She then proceeds to rest her head upon her
sister's shoulder. ::
Buffy::It'll be OK. We'll get through this together, which reminds me, Dad wants us to
stay with him until this whole ordeal is finished.
Dawn::Dad? He's in Los Angeles Buffy.
Buffy::I know, but just trust me OK?
Dawn::Fine… :: She would say in a flat tone. ::
Buffy::We'll leave tomorrow. I have something to do first, you stay here. :: She stands up
and walks out of the bedroom, continuing down the steps and out the front door
of 1630 Revello Drive.:: Spike:: She shouted. ::
Spike::He emerges from the shadows, his eyes fixated on the slayer. :: So, how did she
take it?
Buffy:: We're leaving tomorrow.
Spike::We? I thought you were just sending the twit up to Pops.
Buffy::I can't just leave her unguarded Spike…
Spike:: So I guess you haven't considered the possibilities of seeing the bloody poofter himself.
Buffy::Spike…just because we have some thing going on with us that sometimes
involves a lack of clothing does not mean that I have to rearrange my plans.
Spike:: Just stop.
Buffy::What do you mean?
Spike::Just bloody stop! Your words are murder to my ears.
Buffy:: OK fine. I'm sorry Spike. Apology accepted?
Spike::Apology rejected. Ever heard of the phrase 'kiss and make up':: He then
flashes her a grin. ::
Buffy::She rolls her eyes.:: Fine…
Spike:: He leans in and pushes her back into a tree, cornering her. He then presses his
lips against hers, moments later slipping his tongue into her mouth. ::
Buffy:: After about a minute of making out, she pulls her head away from him. :: I have to
go pack. See you later?
Spike:: A cocky grin quickly forms across his face. :: Your room. Be there and be square
Luv. Preferably dressed in something sheer, or leather, you know I like leather.
Buffy:: She slips past him and walks back into her house with a smile on her face. ::