Summary: This is an AU. Buffy has an older sister named Stacy. When Spike
moves to town, Stacy sees him as her knight in shining armor. But when he
falls for the younger Buffy, there's going to be hell in the Summers' home.
Stacy hatches a plan to win Spike back and get rid of her sister...for
good.
Disclaimer: I don't any of the characters. Well except Stacy. She's all mine, the rest belong to Joss Whedon who is a god.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Buffy/Spike
Buffy Summers sat at her desk, working on some of her homework while her younger sister Dawn laid on her bed and watched TV. She had settled in nicely in Sunnydale, already making some really good friends. Among them was Willow Rosenberg, the girl who had helped her on her first day, and Xander Harris, Willow's best friend. Buffy slowly rose from her pile of books and left the room.
"Hey where ya going?" Dawn yelled after her, but Buffy didn't answer.
She made her way down the hall to her other sister's room. She quietly knocked on the door and pushed it open. "Stacy?"
"What do you want?" the eldest Summers asked. She peered out from behind a fashion magazine, an annoyed look on her face.
"I was just wondering if I could borrow your calculator. Mine broke and."
"Spare me the sob-story. It's on the desk." Stacy snapped.
Buffy walked quickly across the room, grabbed the calculator off the desk and walked back out the door. "Thank you." She called in.
"Whatever."
Buffy closed the door behind her. "Bitch." She said just loud enough for her to hear.
It was clear to everyone that Buffy and Stacy didn't get along. They didn't try to hide their sibling rivalry, or disguise it. Joyce constantly tried to get them together and get along, but there was just no hope. As long as neither had to be seen with the other, they were content to live their lives.
Stacy was sitting in World History, pretending to pay attention, when suddenly the door swung open and the most gorgeous boy she had ever seen walked in. His hair was bleached so blonde it was almost white, his eyes bluer than the ocean. He wasn't hugely built, but he had a body to die for. He walked up to the teacher's desk and handed him a note.
"Ah, yes. Class this is William, he will be joining our class from.London, England."
A small gasp went up from the class. Maybe it was just the fact that the farthest any person from Sunnydale had ever traveled was maybe to Los Angeles, if they were lucky San Francisco. So someone from a whole different country really shook their worlds.
William walked to the back of the room and took a seat diagonal from Stacy. She turned around to get a better look at him, without trying to look suspicious.
"Hi I'm Stacy." She said in her sweet and innocent voice. "I just moved here too, a couple of weeks ago. From L.A."
"Name's Will," he said casually in his sexy British accent. "But my friends call me Spike."
'God his voice is great. Not to mention the rest of his body.' Stacy thought to herself. "Well if you need anyone to show you around, I'm pretty well acquainted with the school now."
"Any idea where the library is?" Spike asked.
"Umm" Stacy faltered. 'Library, library.. crap.' "Actually no. Why would you want to go to the library? Why not the Bronze or the movies?" She was hinting to him to ask her out, but he didn't pick up.
"Well you see, luv, my Uncle Rups works in the library and I'm supposed to check in with him before lunch. That's all right. I'll find it."
Stacy was about to suggest they look together when the bell rang. Spike was out of his seat and through the door faster than a jackrabbit.
"Who's that?" Cordy asked as she passed Stacy in the doorway. She followed Stacy's eyes only to see a whitish-blonde head poking out above all the others.
"The new kid," Stacy said dreamily. "My new kid."
Disclaimer: I don't any of the characters. Well except Stacy. She's all mine, the rest belong to Joss Whedon who is a god.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Buffy/Spike
Buffy Summers sat at her desk, working on some of her homework while her younger sister Dawn laid on her bed and watched TV. She had settled in nicely in Sunnydale, already making some really good friends. Among them was Willow Rosenberg, the girl who had helped her on her first day, and Xander Harris, Willow's best friend. Buffy slowly rose from her pile of books and left the room.
"Hey where ya going?" Dawn yelled after her, but Buffy didn't answer.
She made her way down the hall to her other sister's room. She quietly knocked on the door and pushed it open. "Stacy?"
"What do you want?" the eldest Summers asked. She peered out from behind a fashion magazine, an annoyed look on her face.
"I was just wondering if I could borrow your calculator. Mine broke and."
"Spare me the sob-story. It's on the desk." Stacy snapped.
Buffy walked quickly across the room, grabbed the calculator off the desk and walked back out the door. "Thank you." She called in.
"Whatever."
Buffy closed the door behind her. "Bitch." She said just loud enough for her to hear.
It was clear to everyone that Buffy and Stacy didn't get along. They didn't try to hide their sibling rivalry, or disguise it. Joyce constantly tried to get them together and get along, but there was just no hope. As long as neither had to be seen with the other, they were content to live their lives.
Stacy was sitting in World History, pretending to pay attention, when suddenly the door swung open and the most gorgeous boy she had ever seen walked in. His hair was bleached so blonde it was almost white, his eyes bluer than the ocean. He wasn't hugely built, but he had a body to die for. He walked up to the teacher's desk and handed him a note.
"Ah, yes. Class this is William, he will be joining our class from.London, England."
A small gasp went up from the class. Maybe it was just the fact that the farthest any person from Sunnydale had ever traveled was maybe to Los Angeles, if they were lucky San Francisco. So someone from a whole different country really shook their worlds.
William walked to the back of the room and took a seat diagonal from Stacy. She turned around to get a better look at him, without trying to look suspicious.
"Hi I'm Stacy." She said in her sweet and innocent voice. "I just moved here too, a couple of weeks ago. From L.A."
"Name's Will," he said casually in his sexy British accent. "But my friends call me Spike."
'God his voice is great. Not to mention the rest of his body.' Stacy thought to herself. "Well if you need anyone to show you around, I'm pretty well acquainted with the school now."
"Any idea where the library is?" Spike asked.
"Umm" Stacy faltered. 'Library, library.. crap.' "Actually no. Why would you want to go to the library? Why not the Bronze or the movies?" She was hinting to him to ask her out, but he didn't pick up.
"Well you see, luv, my Uncle Rups works in the library and I'm supposed to check in with him before lunch. That's all right. I'll find it."
Stacy was about to suggest they look together when the bell rang. Spike was out of his seat and through the door faster than a jackrabbit.
"Who's that?" Cordy asked as she passed Stacy in the doorway. She followed Stacy's eyes only to see a whitish-blonde head poking out above all the others.
"The new kid," Stacy said dreamily. "My new kid."