Start, part 18.
Sorry for the delay. I was at my Da's this weekend. And it's mother's day. Gotta spend it w/ my mommy. *grin* Ok... ON with the wedding schtuff. Here we go! To Livia, the lovely girl who sends me ideas by email. Geez, I appreciate it. And, for those wondering, there is a new chapter of MINE! in the works, but it's gonna be a little bit. So... patience is a virtue, and I believe it'll pay off. Oh, I am sooooo sad about Buffy lately. Will she ever be happy? AND WHAT ABOUT MY SPIKEY!?!?! *hugs and cuddles*. Oh. Side note? Everyone go see Spiderman. It was... omg. I loved it. Totally.
Always.
Tequila Sunrise
"What do you MEAN you have to get married??" Giles stared at them, his brow wrinkled in confusion. His mind was racing. Could this be what the prophesy meant?? If they DID wed... could it negate Angel's claim??
"The Social Security people have their panties in a twist, saying I didn't have a job, and Buffy was pregnant, so... Ehhhh..." Spike dragged a hand through his hair.
"He lied. Told them he was undercover for the UN and the Crown... Couldn't BELIEVE that his people hadn't set up his "Joe Normal" shit yet..." Buffy was torn between her ire and thankfulness for his quick thinking. Ire won out. "And now, we can't even FAKE a certificate, because the social service worker INVITED himself to our wedding!"
"He... invited himself to the wedding..?" Giles clarified.
"Right." Spike leaned back in his chair, grinned rakishly at Buffy. "I've still got that skeleton ring, luv. If it'll make you feel better about the whole thing."
As Giles unsuccessfully stifled a laugh, Spike added, "We can even have the daytime ceremony if you want to."
Standing in a silent rage, she slipped the sapphire ring on the table, walked into the training room and locked the door behind her. Then, very methodically, the very pregnant slayer began beating the hanging bag.
On the other side of the door, Giles jerked at the handle, then glared at Spike. "I don't know exactly what you've done, or why it 's your fault, but, Spike, she could hurt herself. The baby."
Slamming a fist against the door, he shouted, "Let me in, Buffy. Now."
Between puffs of breath, she responded angrily, "Get. Out. Now."
Spike took a step back, ready to plow in the door. Giles stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. "It's magic, Spike. Stronger so demons can't get in."
Looking at Giles, his eyes flashed yellow. Shaking Giles' hand off, Spike stepped forward and gracefully kicked the door open.
Both ignored Giles' surprised look.
"I said get out!" She pounded the bag.
"And how many times do I have to ignore you for you to get it?? Now, pet, calm down. You'll hurt the baby."
Dropping her hands, she rounded on him. "Calm down?? I suppose you're right. I should just chill out. You know, what's a lifetime commitment, anyway? Piece of paper, fifty years? No big! I SHOULD be calm like you. But maybe you're not calm at all. You just don't CARE. So crack ANOTHER joke, Spike."
"Oh! I see! Buffy can't get over herself to see the irony of it! Even RUPE can see it! You KNOW I love you, so WHAT is the bleedin' problem, Buffy?"
"You're just-"
"Bullocks! It's not about me. Tell me the truth!"
"I'm scared." The admission took her fire. "I want my mom. I'm marrying a vampire. I'm bearing his child." She looked at him, confusion in her eyes. "And I'm not... unhappy. It feels... right. So.. I just wonder... When will it stop? When is it gonna hurt again?"
Spike slipped the ring he had been holding back on her finger. Kissing her palm, he said seriously, "As long as I can be here to help it, it's never gonna hurt again."
"Why were you joking?"
Giles slipped quietly out of the room, pretending to read a book.
Spike shrugged. "Maybe because I'm scared, too."
That night, a Scoobie meeting of grand proportions was called.
"Spike and I are getting married. Willow, invitations. Forty-five people tops. Xander, um... I don't know yet. Giles, find a minister. Anya, flowers, seating arrangements. Oh! Food! Xander. You. Food. Dawn, you and I are dresses. Spike and Giles are his clothes. Think cheap people. Think cheap." Clapping her hands briskly Buffy arched her brow. "Questions?"
Xander's hand flew into the air. "What the HELL is going on??"
"Very long complicated story short, Spike has convinced Social Services that he is an undercover agent, and THAT is why the means of support is invisible. WE have to get married to keep Dawn. That simple."
"So... boils down to... Marry Spike, keep Dawnie?" At Buffy's nod, shrugged. "As no other alternatives present themselves... All right."
Suddenly Willow's hand shot up, accompanied with a, "Ooh! Ooh! Me!"
"Willow?"
"Do you want embossed invitations? White or cream? What are your colors?"
"Ummm.... Cream... and... blue?" She fingered her pendant. "Light blue."
Willow nodded and scribbled it down on a tablet.
Anya was next. "What kind of flowers?"
Spike spoke up. "Sunflowers. Lots of them. Maybe lilies of the valley."
Anya smiled appreciatively.
Xander said tentatively, "We could do... kind of a barbecue reception. Cheaper that way. Have people bring things."
Buffy smiled brightly. "Great idea."
The wedding planning was underway.
Buffy threw the bridal magazine down with a muffled scream. Dawn looked up from her own catalog with a questioning look.
"I'm getting married in a tent. A black tent." She pouted defiantly.
Dawn laughed. "You are not. You'll just get a simple dress, with a flowing skirt. People know you're pregnant. They don't care."
"I'll be ugly."
"No you won't. Even if we have to get ugly bridesmaid dresses. You'll be gorgeous. You always are anyway. Even when you're yelling at Spike and Xander."
Buffy's eye twitched. "They ate my icecream."
"Oooh! Look at this one!" She shoved a magazine under Buffy's nose to show her a picture.
It was beautiful. A simple gown, it had capped sleeves, much like an old peasant blouse. It hugged the chest softly, then flowed out at the stomach, it's soft gauzy material pooling at the ground in a small train. Buffy circled it with the red pen she had been circling and x-ing things out with.
Both girls sighed. Dawn pointed to the price tag. $199. At an outlet shop on the other side of town. Without a word, they picked up their purses and left.
Spike snarled at Giles. "This is... a ponce's tuxedo. I won't wear it." Flashing his eyes at Giles, he glared defiantly.
"Yes... You're evil. I know." Turning away from the obnoxious vampire, Giles pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Ahh... That's better."
Turning, Giles closed his eyes in exasperation. "Spike, take off that damned leather duster. If Buffy even heard about you thinking about that, she'd kill you."
"But these new kinds are so... casual. What happened to dinner coats, and such? I mean, bloody hell. Being formal isn't even formal."
Giles' eyes lit up. "Spike, come with me. I know the perfect place."
End, part 18.
Again, own nothing. Send me ideas and reviews. I love them, and live for them. haha. Oh... someone brainwash Joss. "Buffy and Spike toooogeeeeethhherrrrrness.... Buffy and Spike toooogeeeeetheeeeeerrrrrneessss..." Yes. That's the way to go! Hurrah! Sorry... sugar's gettin to me.
Always.
Tequila Sunrise
Sorry for the delay. I was at my Da's this weekend. And it's mother's day. Gotta spend it w/ my mommy. *grin* Ok... ON with the wedding schtuff. Here we go! To Livia, the lovely girl who sends me ideas by email. Geez, I appreciate it. And, for those wondering, there is a new chapter of MINE! in the works, but it's gonna be a little bit. So... patience is a virtue, and I believe it'll pay off. Oh, I am sooooo sad about Buffy lately. Will she ever be happy? AND WHAT ABOUT MY SPIKEY!?!?! *hugs and cuddles*. Oh. Side note? Everyone go see Spiderman. It was... omg. I loved it. Totally.
Always.
Tequila Sunrise
"What do you MEAN you have to get married??" Giles stared at them, his brow wrinkled in confusion. His mind was racing. Could this be what the prophesy meant?? If they DID wed... could it negate Angel's claim??
"The Social Security people have their panties in a twist, saying I didn't have a job, and Buffy was pregnant, so... Ehhhh..." Spike dragged a hand through his hair.
"He lied. Told them he was undercover for the UN and the Crown... Couldn't BELIEVE that his people hadn't set up his "Joe Normal" shit yet..." Buffy was torn between her ire and thankfulness for his quick thinking. Ire won out. "And now, we can't even FAKE a certificate, because the social service worker INVITED himself to our wedding!"
"He... invited himself to the wedding..?" Giles clarified.
"Right." Spike leaned back in his chair, grinned rakishly at Buffy. "I've still got that skeleton ring, luv. If it'll make you feel better about the whole thing."
As Giles unsuccessfully stifled a laugh, Spike added, "We can even have the daytime ceremony if you want to."
Standing in a silent rage, she slipped the sapphire ring on the table, walked into the training room and locked the door behind her. Then, very methodically, the very pregnant slayer began beating the hanging bag.
On the other side of the door, Giles jerked at the handle, then glared at Spike. "I don't know exactly what you've done, or why it 's your fault, but, Spike, she could hurt herself. The baby."
Slamming a fist against the door, he shouted, "Let me in, Buffy. Now."
Between puffs of breath, she responded angrily, "Get. Out. Now."
Spike took a step back, ready to plow in the door. Giles stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. "It's magic, Spike. Stronger so demons can't get in."
Looking at Giles, his eyes flashed yellow. Shaking Giles' hand off, Spike stepped forward and gracefully kicked the door open.
Both ignored Giles' surprised look.
"I said get out!" She pounded the bag.
"And how many times do I have to ignore you for you to get it?? Now, pet, calm down. You'll hurt the baby."
Dropping her hands, she rounded on him. "Calm down?? I suppose you're right. I should just chill out. You know, what's a lifetime commitment, anyway? Piece of paper, fifty years? No big! I SHOULD be calm like you. But maybe you're not calm at all. You just don't CARE. So crack ANOTHER joke, Spike."
"Oh! I see! Buffy can't get over herself to see the irony of it! Even RUPE can see it! You KNOW I love you, so WHAT is the bleedin' problem, Buffy?"
"You're just-"
"Bullocks! It's not about me. Tell me the truth!"
"I'm scared." The admission took her fire. "I want my mom. I'm marrying a vampire. I'm bearing his child." She looked at him, confusion in her eyes. "And I'm not... unhappy. It feels... right. So.. I just wonder... When will it stop? When is it gonna hurt again?"
Spike slipped the ring he had been holding back on her finger. Kissing her palm, he said seriously, "As long as I can be here to help it, it's never gonna hurt again."
"Why were you joking?"
Giles slipped quietly out of the room, pretending to read a book.
Spike shrugged. "Maybe because I'm scared, too."
That night, a Scoobie meeting of grand proportions was called.
"Spike and I are getting married. Willow, invitations. Forty-five people tops. Xander, um... I don't know yet. Giles, find a minister. Anya, flowers, seating arrangements. Oh! Food! Xander. You. Food. Dawn, you and I are dresses. Spike and Giles are his clothes. Think cheap people. Think cheap." Clapping her hands briskly Buffy arched her brow. "Questions?"
Xander's hand flew into the air. "What the HELL is going on??"
"Very long complicated story short, Spike has convinced Social Services that he is an undercover agent, and THAT is why the means of support is invisible. WE have to get married to keep Dawn. That simple."
"So... boils down to... Marry Spike, keep Dawnie?" At Buffy's nod, shrugged. "As no other alternatives present themselves... All right."
Suddenly Willow's hand shot up, accompanied with a, "Ooh! Ooh! Me!"
"Willow?"
"Do you want embossed invitations? White or cream? What are your colors?"
"Ummm.... Cream... and... blue?" She fingered her pendant. "Light blue."
Willow nodded and scribbled it down on a tablet.
Anya was next. "What kind of flowers?"
Spike spoke up. "Sunflowers. Lots of them. Maybe lilies of the valley."
Anya smiled appreciatively.
Xander said tentatively, "We could do... kind of a barbecue reception. Cheaper that way. Have people bring things."
Buffy smiled brightly. "Great idea."
The wedding planning was underway.
Buffy threw the bridal magazine down with a muffled scream. Dawn looked up from her own catalog with a questioning look.
"I'm getting married in a tent. A black tent." She pouted defiantly.
Dawn laughed. "You are not. You'll just get a simple dress, with a flowing skirt. People know you're pregnant. They don't care."
"I'll be ugly."
"No you won't. Even if we have to get ugly bridesmaid dresses. You'll be gorgeous. You always are anyway. Even when you're yelling at Spike and Xander."
Buffy's eye twitched. "They ate my icecream."
"Oooh! Look at this one!" She shoved a magazine under Buffy's nose to show her a picture.
It was beautiful. A simple gown, it had capped sleeves, much like an old peasant blouse. It hugged the chest softly, then flowed out at the stomach, it's soft gauzy material pooling at the ground in a small train. Buffy circled it with the red pen she had been circling and x-ing things out with.
Both girls sighed. Dawn pointed to the price tag. $199. At an outlet shop on the other side of town. Without a word, they picked up their purses and left.
Spike snarled at Giles. "This is... a ponce's tuxedo. I won't wear it." Flashing his eyes at Giles, he glared defiantly.
"Yes... You're evil. I know." Turning away from the obnoxious vampire, Giles pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Ahh... That's better."
Turning, Giles closed his eyes in exasperation. "Spike, take off that damned leather duster. If Buffy even heard about you thinking about that, she'd kill you."
"But these new kinds are so... casual. What happened to dinner coats, and such? I mean, bloody hell. Being formal isn't even formal."
Giles' eyes lit up. "Spike, come with me. I know the perfect place."
End, part 18.
Again, own nothing. Send me ideas and reviews. I love them, and live for them. haha. Oh... someone brainwash Joss. "Buffy and Spike toooogeeeeethhherrrrrness.... Buffy and Spike toooogeeeeetheeeeeerrrrrneessss..." Yes. That's the way to go! Hurrah! Sorry... sugar's gettin to me.
Always.
Tequila Sunrise