**Until Forever**
Summary: Total A/U. B/S. Buffy is a successful, well-liked actress, yet is in a much-publicized feud with another famous actor, William Giles. What happens when she has to make a steamy romance movie with him? As per usual, craziness soon follows. R/R
Disclaimer: So, I go shopping, right, in my local supermarket, and I clumsily crash carts with this man. I look up apologetically, ready to puppy-dog-eyes my way out of a lawsuit, and lo and behold, its Joss Whedon. Astonished by my utter beauty and grace, he offers me all the cast of BTVS, and all rights to James Marsters, naked or fully clothed. Ah, this is the life.
Feedback: Someone once said that, "Feedback paves the way to a writer's happiness." Now, that's a quote I just made up right now, and is totally not famous, but it's still true. So, hint, hint, I love feedback! *smiles hugely and throws two thumbs up*
Okay, let's get the damn story started already.
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"And that's a wrap!"
Everyone on the set visibly sighed in utter relief, and exhaustion, and abruptly started herding toward their respective areas. The crewmen milled over the set as they packed up the equipment, the directors talking a mile- a-minute with the producers in the midst of the chaos. The buffet table was suddenly swarmed with the main actors and the extras, so Buffy Summers, star of the just-filmed 'Midnight Rain', decided that her hunger could wait and she moved to her small trailer outside of the warehouse they used for filming.
Trudging tiredly up the metal steps, she opened the door labeled with her name, and shut it tightly behind her. Flopping down into an overstuffed chair, she closed her hazel eyes and took a deep breath. For the past four months solid she had been making this movie, literally running on five hours a night of sleep. She was sure the make- up crew had a hell of a time covering the bags under her eyes. Clearing her head, she decided that she wouldn't move from her seat forever. Buffy smiled at the thought, then grabbed the nearest magazine and began to flip through it, checking out the Best and Worst Dressed Actresses, happily noting she was on the Best Dressed List. Hey, even famous actresses needed a little reassurance now and then.
She was about to close the book when a huge headline caught her heavily made-up eyes. Her mouth tightened, and her eyes widened as she started to read the article.
"Famous Superstar Ruffles Feathers of British Hottie"
By: Anya Meyers
Looks like everyone's favorite "Crazy Days" star, Buffy Summers, isn't on British heartthrob actor's good list. Says William Gilbert of the actress "She's just a blonde ditz that happened to land the right role at the right time. I mean, she has no bloody acting ability whatsoever. I honestly laughed when I saw her latest romance movie. Soddin' hell, someone get her some acting classes." Ouch. Looks like our two favorite movie stars can't work things out. This is just the latest of their ongoing feud, which always ends up in even more insults. For the past year the two have been digging at each other, and saying the worst things imaginable. It all started when William 'Spike' Gilbert accidentally let it publicly slip that he saw our dear Buffy making out with fellow co-star Xander Harris of "Crazy Nights", even though she was seeing cutie Angel Liams at the time. Right after this much-publicized remark, Angel split with Buffy. She's been bitter ever since, and lets 'Spike' know it. "He's an arrogant jerk. And he has no fashion sense at all. He's still in the 80's, especially with his new bleached hair. I should give him the number to my hair stylist." Wow, I guess these two won't be making up anytime soon! Lets just hope their rivalry doesn't affect their acting!
As Buffy finished reading the article, she smothered a growl. Once again that British Billy Idol wannabe had bested her. It seemed that everywhere she turned he was there making insults about her hair, or clothes, or acting. Of course, she had done her own fair share of remarks, and had done them maliciously, but she wondered if it would never end. She hated the guy though, and she wouldn't calm down until he did. Damn asswipe. Buffy sighed, then shut the magazine and threw it in a corner. Wiping a hand over her weary face, she decided that right now, sleep was the first on her to do list. Then she could give 'Spike's' ass a good kicking.
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Buffy strode down the crowded Rodeo Drive, dodging people, hoping that her dark, stylish sunglasses shielded her from any crazy paparazzi. She readjusted the strap of her Gucci handbag, stepping into the doorway of her current favorite designer, Vera Wang, furtively glancing around for any cameras. Satisfied that there was none to be seen, she slid off her shades and slipped them into her bag. Buffy started flipping through the clothes racks, intent on finding the perfect outfit for the Academy Awards, which were fast approaching. She was nominated for Best Actress, even though she was quite young, and her movie was also nominated, for Best Movie. She was confident that one of the two would be won that Sunday night.
Finding a slinky black dress, she heading towards the decorative changing rooms. Just as she pulled on the dress, her cell phone started ringing, the loud trill echoing through her stall. Sighing, she fished it out of her purse and held it up to her ear.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Buffy." A British accented voice greeted her. Immediately, Buffy felt a smile warming her pretty features as the voice came through to her. It was her amazing agent, Rupert Giles, who had been with her since she had started. It was due to him that she had such great roles, and the best publicity. Buffy zippered up her dress with one hand, the other holding the sleek phone.
"Hey Giles, what's up?" asked Buffy, using her nickname for him. His for her was 'The Slayer' because she always wiped out any competition in award ceremonies. It had been a fun joke, but soon turned into special names for each.
"Nothing really. Just calling to let you know that I've found a great leading role for you, in a romance called "Until Forever." It's going to be directed by Sylvio DeMarci, and many stars will be either leading or making cameos in it. It should be a great opportunity for you," said her agent, and Buffy smiled. It sounded great. but there had to be a catch. There was always a catch.
"Sounds amazing Giles, and I'm gonna go for it of course, but what's the catch?" she asked him, and she heard him laugh in a somewhat fake tone, his voice tense.
"Oh, nothing Buffy, nothing at all. Its just the other leading male role of your co-star is someone you might have some ill mannered feelings towards. But its nothing big, I assure you."
Buffy frowned, eyebrows scrunching together as he spoke. 'Nothing' sounded a lot like a big thing, but she wasn't about to complain about her role now. It was a great, and nothing would jeopardize her role, especially with such a great director and cast. Buffy smiled brightly, and confirmed the audition times with Giles, then hung up. Turning to the full-length mirror, she smiled at her slim reflection, beaming in the silky dress. Nothing could go wrong now.
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Buffy sat gracefully in her actress chair, emblazoned with her name on the back. She uncrossed her legs and jumped off when she saw Sylvio DeMarci appear out of a large room, holding a huge clipboard and wearing a baseball hat. She gave him a small smile, and he smiled back, his eyes sparkling with impish glee. Somehow, she knew that he had some tricks up his sleeve, and had yet to tell them to her. Oh well. Who the hell cares? I got the job, and now all I have to do is meet my dashing co-star. I hope its Scott Hope. He has been looking damn fine lately, especially at the Teen Choice Awards.
Shaking her head and trying to focus on the man in front of her, Buffy cleared out her naughty thoughts and listened to the director.
"Okay, Ms Summers, we've found you the perfect co-star," said Sylvio, in a slight Italian accent. Buffy nodded up at him, waiting anxiously for the name. "He's great for the story. Dashing, crazy, good-looking, witty, and most of all, full of the fiery passion we need in this movie." Sylvio continued, looking down at his clipboard briefly before looking back at her.
"Well, Sylvio, tell me already. Who is it?"
Sylvio gave her a tight smile, and then looked around quickly to make sure he was around people, in case the petite blonde decided to attack him, especially with the stilettos she had on. He took a breath and then quietly told her the name. Buffy's eyes bugged out, flashing angrily, and her mouth dropped open. She started screeching, much to the anxiety of the director.
"No fucking way!"
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"There is no bloody way I'm working with that bint, okay Darla?"
William 'Spike' Gilbert angrily paced his dressing room, running hands through bleached, spiked hair. His blonde agent, Darla Cummings, sat languidly in a chair across from him, watching him with steady eyes. She sighed deeply when he started ranting again, mentally figuring out how she could calm down the situation and somehow convince him to act and do sex scenes with a woman he, well, hated.
"I won't do it. I can't. That bloody woman has insulted me over and over, and she even said something about my soddin' hair! Add the fact that she can't even act for shit, and we've got one fucked up situation."
Spike stopped his pacing and dropped his lean body onto the leather couch near the door. He closed his bright blue eyes and rubbed his head tensely. He opened them and looked back at his agent, who was still sitting in her chair quietly, looking not half as harried as he did. Darla gave him a look, then got up and went to sit down beside him, smoothing down her classy suit. She wrapped one motherly arm around his shoulders, than patted his back.
"Come on Spike, you know that dropping this role would be a major joke. It's going to be a huge movie with a lot of publicity that pays extremely well. After this movie you'll reach even higher star status and your popularity will absolutely sky rocket. You wouldn't let one ditzy actress ruin your whole career, would you? You're an actor for god sakes. Act like you don't hate her." Darla said soothingly, and Spike seemed to actually ponder them for awhile.
Finally, he nodded reluctantly and said that he'd do it. He was rewarded with a huge smile from Darla, who flipped open her ever present cell phone and told someone over the line that Spike was definitely in for the role. Spike just groaned and put his head into his hands. He was sure that something was going to happen, something fairly big. After all, two actors that hated each other would now be 'screwing' each other senseless in the movie. And for some reason, Spike knew that he wouldn't like whatever it was.
"Bloody hell," he muttered, than got up to get some scotch from the mini- fridge.
*To be continued
A/n: First of all, please review. B), if you have any requests for characters or events in this story, then please tell me them. I'd be happy to somehow work them into the plot. Well, thanks for reading. I'll be sure to post again soon, if I have enough reviews. Bye for now me peoples, charisma
Summary: Total A/U. B/S. Buffy is a successful, well-liked actress, yet is in a much-publicized feud with another famous actor, William Giles. What happens when she has to make a steamy romance movie with him? As per usual, craziness soon follows. R/R
Disclaimer: So, I go shopping, right, in my local supermarket, and I clumsily crash carts with this man. I look up apologetically, ready to puppy-dog-eyes my way out of a lawsuit, and lo and behold, its Joss Whedon. Astonished by my utter beauty and grace, he offers me all the cast of BTVS, and all rights to James Marsters, naked or fully clothed. Ah, this is the life.
Feedback: Someone once said that, "Feedback paves the way to a writer's happiness." Now, that's a quote I just made up right now, and is totally not famous, but it's still true. So, hint, hint, I love feedback! *smiles hugely and throws two thumbs up*
Okay, let's get the damn story started already.
+!+!+!+!+!+!+!+
"And that's a wrap!"
Everyone on the set visibly sighed in utter relief, and exhaustion, and abruptly started herding toward their respective areas. The crewmen milled over the set as they packed up the equipment, the directors talking a mile- a-minute with the producers in the midst of the chaos. The buffet table was suddenly swarmed with the main actors and the extras, so Buffy Summers, star of the just-filmed 'Midnight Rain', decided that her hunger could wait and she moved to her small trailer outside of the warehouse they used for filming.
Trudging tiredly up the metal steps, she opened the door labeled with her name, and shut it tightly behind her. Flopping down into an overstuffed chair, she closed her hazel eyes and took a deep breath. For the past four months solid she had been making this movie, literally running on five hours a night of sleep. She was sure the make- up crew had a hell of a time covering the bags under her eyes. Clearing her head, she decided that she wouldn't move from her seat forever. Buffy smiled at the thought, then grabbed the nearest magazine and began to flip through it, checking out the Best and Worst Dressed Actresses, happily noting she was on the Best Dressed List. Hey, even famous actresses needed a little reassurance now and then.
She was about to close the book when a huge headline caught her heavily made-up eyes. Her mouth tightened, and her eyes widened as she started to read the article.
"Famous Superstar Ruffles Feathers of British Hottie"
By: Anya Meyers
Looks like everyone's favorite "Crazy Days" star, Buffy Summers, isn't on British heartthrob actor's good list. Says William Gilbert of the actress "She's just a blonde ditz that happened to land the right role at the right time. I mean, she has no bloody acting ability whatsoever. I honestly laughed when I saw her latest romance movie. Soddin' hell, someone get her some acting classes." Ouch. Looks like our two favorite movie stars can't work things out. This is just the latest of their ongoing feud, which always ends up in even more insults. For the past year the two have been digging at each other, and saying the worst things imaginable. It all started when William 'Spike' Gilbert accidentally let it publicly slip that he saw our dear Buffy making out with fellow co-star Xander Harris of "Crazy Nights", even though she was seeing cutie Angel Liams at the time. Right after this much-publicized remark, Angel split with Buffy. She's been bitter ever since, and lets 'Spike' know it. "He's an arrogant jerk. And he has no fashion sense at all. He's still in the 80's, especially with his new bleached hair. I should give him the number to my hair stylist." Wow, I guess these two won't be making up anytime soon! Lets just hope their rivalry doesn't affect their acting!
As Buffy finished reading the article, she smothered a growl. Once again that British Billy Idol wannabe had bested her. It seemed that everywhere she turned he was there making insults about her hair, or clothes, or acting. Of course, she had done her own fair share of remarks, and had done them maliciously, but she wondered if it would never end. She hated the guy though, and she wouldn't calm down until he did. Damn asswipe. Buffy sighed, then shut the magazine and threw it in a corner. Wiping a hand over her weary face, she decided that right now, sleep was the first on her to do list. Then she could give 'Spike's' ass a good kicking.
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Buffy strode down the crowded Rodeo Drive, dodging people, hoping that her dark, stylish sunglasses shielded her from any crazy paparazzi. She readjusted the strap of her Gucci handbag, stepping into the doorway of her current favorite designer, Vera Wang, furtively glancing around for any cameras. Satisfied that there was none to be seen, she slid off her shades and slipped them into her bag. Buffy started flipping through the clothes racks, intent on finding the perfect outfit for the Academy Awards, which were fast approaching. She was nominated for Best Actress, even though she was quite young, and her movie was also nominated, for Best Movie. She was confident that one of the two would be won that Sunday night.
Finding a slinky black dress, she heading towards the decorative changing rooms. Just as she pulled on the dress, her cell phone started ringing, the loud trill echoing through her stall. Sighing, she fished it out of her purse and held it up to her ear.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Buffy." A British accented voice greeted her. Immediately, Buffy felt a smile warming her pretty features as the voice came through to her. It was her amazing agent, Rupert Giles, who had been with her since she had started. It was due to him that she had such great roles, and the best publicity. Buffy zippered up her dress with one hand, the other holding the sleek phone.
"Hey Giles, what's up?" asked Buffy, using her nickname for him. His for her was 'The Slayer' because she always wiped out any competition in award ceremonies. It had been a fun joke, but soon turned into special names for each.
"Nothing really. Just calling to let you know that I've found a great leading role for you, in a romance called "Until Forever." It's going to be directed by Sylvio DeMarci, and many stars will be either leading or making cameos in it. It should be a great opportunity for you," said her agent, and Buffy smiled. It sounded great. but there had to be a catch. There was always a catch.
"Sounds amazing Giles, and I'm gonna go for it of course, but what's the catch?" she asked him, and she heard him laugh in a somewhat fake tone, his voice tense.
"Oh, nothing Buffy, nothing at all. Its just the other leading male role of your co-star is someone you might have some ill mannered feelings towards. But its nothing big, I assure you."
Buffy frowned, eyebrows scrunching together as he spoke. 'Nothing' sounded a lot like a big thing, but she wasn't about to complain about her role now. It was a great, and nothing would jeopardize her role, especially with such a great director and cast. Buffy smiled brightly, and confirmed the audition times with Giles, then hung up. Turning to the full-length mirror, she smiled at her slim reflection, beaming in the silky dress. Nothing could go wrong now.
+!+!+!+
Buffy sat gracefully in her actress chair, emblazoned with her name on the back. She uncrossed her legs and jumped off when she saw Sylvio DeMarci appear out of a large room, holding a huge clipboard and wearing a baseball hat. She gave him a small smile, and he smiled back, his eyes sparkling with impish glee. Somehow, she knew that he had some tricks up his sleeve, and had yet to tell them to her. Oh well. Who the hell cares? I got the job, and now all I have to do is meet my dashing co-star. I hope its Scott Hope. He has been looking damn fine lately, especially at the Teen Choice Awards.
Shaking her head and trying to focus on the man in front of her, Buffy cleared out her naughty thoughts and listened to the director.
"Okay, Ms Summers, we've found you the perfect co-star," said Sylvio, in a slight Italian accent. Buffy nodded up at him, waiting anxiously for the name. "He's great for the story. Dashing, crazy, good-looking, witty, and most of all, full of the fiery passion we need in this movie." Sylvio continued, looking down at his clipboard briefly before looking back at her.
"Well, Sylvio, tell me already. Who is it?"
Sylvio gave her a tight smile, and then looked around quickly to make sure he was around people, in case the petite blonde decided to attack him, especially with the stilettos she had on. He took a breath and then quietly told her the name. Buffy's eyes bugged out, flashing angrily, and her mouth dropped open. She started screeching, much to the anxiety of the director.
"No fucking way!"
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"There is no bloody way I'm working with that bint, okay Darla?"
William 'Spike' Gilbert angrily paced his dressing room, running hands through bleached, spiked hair. His blonde agent, Darla Cummings, sat languidly in a chair across from him, watching him with steady eyes. She sighed deeply when he started ranting again, mentally figuring out how she could calm down the situation and somehow convince him to act and do sex scenes with a woman he, well, hated.
"I won't do it. I can't. That bloody woman has insulted me over and over, and she even said something about my soddin' hair! Add the fact that she can't even act for shit, and we've got one fucked up situation."
Spike stopped his pacing and dropped his lean body onto the leather couch near the door. He closed his bright blue eyes and rubbed his head tensely. He opened them and looked back at his agent, who was still sitting in her chair quietly, looking not half as harried as he did. Darla gave him a look, then got up and went to sit down beside him, smoothing down her classy suit. She wrapped one motherly arm around his shoulders, than patted his back.
"Come on Spike, you know that dropping this role would be a major joke. It's going to be a huge movie with a lot of publicity that pays extremely well. After this movie you'll reach even higher star status and your popularity will absolutely sky rocket. You wouldn't let one ditzy actress ruin your whole career, would you? You're an actor for god sakes. Act like you don't hate her." Darla said soothingly, and Spike seemed to actually ponder them for awhile.
Finally, he nodded reluctantly and said that he'd do it. He was rewarded with a huge smile from Darla, who flipped open her ever present cell phone and told someone over the line that Spike was definitely in for the role. Spike just groaned and put his head into his hands. He was sure that something was going to happen, something fairly big. After all, two actors that hated each other would now be 'screwing' each other senseless in the movie. And for some reason, Spike knew that he wouldn't like whatever it was.
"Bloody hell," he muttered, than got up to get some scotch from the mini- fridge.
*To be continued
A/n: First of all, please review. B), if you have any requests for characters or events in this story, then please tell me them. I'd be happy to somehow work them into the plot. Well, thanks for reading. I'll be sure to post again soon, if I have enough reviews. Bye for now me peoples, charisma