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
Stacy was sitting at a crowded back table of the Bronze, surrounded with "Friends". Mostly girls who hung around her so they would be considered "popular". But there were a few people of which Stacy did actually like. Cordelia for one, she was funny, not the brightest person around, but she did have a car; Harmony was another. Stacy wasn't exactly sure why she was drawn to Harmony. Maybe it was the fact that she was a favorite among the male population of Sunnydale High.
The music was loud and the people were packed together like sardines in this place, but that was exactly how Stacy liked it. She came from L.A. where you couldn't walk three feet without bumping into someone. There was a small counter in the back right corner of the club where you could get drink and snacks. Near the front was a stage where the local bands would perform, and dance floor was positioned right in front of it. Tables were set up on every other available space. Even the upstairs was crowded with tables.
"So Stacy what do you think of our humble Bronze?" Cordy asked sipping on her soda.
"Not bad," Stacy admitted, half to herself. "It kind of reminds me of this place back in L.A. My friends and I used to go there like every night. It was the only place to be seen."
"It must have been so great to live in a big city like Los Angeles." Harmony mused, almost drooling over the thought. "I mean there are stores everywhere right? And clubs, and even more stores."
"Yeah, I miss L.A." Stacy went off into stories of some of the things she and her friends had done in the past. "There was this one time my friend Jenna and I snuck into this movie theatre and say like four movies without paying. The one usher finally caught us and called the cops, but thankfully my Dad is in good with the LAPD. He got us out a some major trouble."
"I don't think I've met your dad yet." Cordy announced, her little mind working to remember anything about Stacy's family. "Just your brat sisters. Is your dad here?"
Stacy's heart sank at the question. She was hoping to keep from telling these people about her parents. "No," she said glumly. "My parents split about a year ago. My dad's back in L.A. living with his secretary."
Everyone at the table could see that she really didn't want to talk about the particular subject.
"Oh I love this song," Cordelia exclaimed when the band started playing one of their more popular tunes. "You guys wanna dance?"
"Sure." Harmony said. She looked over at Stacy who still looked a little grim. "Come on. Maybe you can teach some of these townies a little something about dancing." Harmony grabbed her hand and Cordelia grabbed the other. They pulled her out on the dance floor. Once she was out there and felt the beat of the music, she loosened up and began to sway.
'Maybe this night won't be a total waste.' Stacy thought, trying to mentally perk herself up.
Spike walked Buffy to his car and opened the door for her. She sat in the front passenger seat and closed the door. He hurried around and climbed into the driver's seat. He inserted the key and started the car; she purred like a kitten. They slowly pulled away from the Summers' home. They rode for a few blocks in silence before Spike broke the tension.
"So why's you move here?" he asked not taking his eyes off the road.
"Oh well," Buffy snapped out of her trance, "my parents divorced last year, and my mom got a job here at the art gallery, so she moved me and my two sisters here."
"Oh," Spike said quietly dropping the subject.
"What about you? Why are you here in Sunnydale when you could be back in London?"
"Well the thing is luv," Spike said, his eyes still glued to the road in front of him. "It wasn't exactly my choice to leave. You see, I was living with me grand mum, but she said I was out of control. So she sent me with to live with Uncle Rups. Thought maybe he could control me." His voice was angrier than it was sad, but there was still that hint that Buffy could pick up on.
"So you're one of those bad boys aren't you? One of those can't control them, can't contain them, and can't tell them what to do?" Buffy asked.
"Yea that's me." Spike said with a chuckle. "This the place?"
The car pulled up outside a run down looking warehouse. There were a few windows in the front, and a huge steel door with a dirty sign hung over it that read: Bronze.
"This would be it." Buffy said happily. "It doesn't look like much on the outside, but they've remodeled inside and it's really nice."
As the car pulled to a halt on the opposite side of the street, Buffy opened her door and climbed out. She stood there for a moment before Spike joined her.
"Shall we?" he asked looking from her to the building, and then back.
"Sure." Buffy said. "Let's go."
Stacy was actually enjoying herself for the first time since she moved to Sunnydale. She was in a semi-cool place surrounded by her new friends, and having a blast. The song ended and the group moved back to their table for drinks. Stacy was back in her seat when she happened to look over at the bar and see a familiar blonde head.
"Spike!" Stacy exclaimed catching Cordelia's attention.
"What?" Cordy asked. "Where?"
"Right there." Stacy said pointing towards the bar. She watched him as a blonde haired girl joined him. "Oh great. He picked up some floozy and brought her here. I mean, what's so great about her? What does she have that I don't?" Stacy was rambling.
"Who is she?" Cordy asked standing up to get a better look.
"Beats me. Probably just some." Stacy's eyes almost tripled in size when Spike and the girl started coming towards them. She recognized the girl immediately. "Oh no she didn't." Stacy jumped up from the table and made her way through the crowd towards Spike and Buffy.
Buffy screamed as someone grabbed her arm and pulled her aside. "What the."
"Listen to me baby sister," Stacy used the term with a fake endearment. "What are you doing here with him? He is mine, not yours. I staked a claim on him, and everyone knows that."
"Obviously I didn't and neither did he." Buffy retorted. "He asked me out, not the other way around."
"I don't care what happened. This date is over." Stacy stormed off into the crowd.
"Oh no.It hasn't even begun."
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
Stacy was sitting at a crowded back table of the Bronze, surrounded with "Friends". Mostly girls who hung around her so they would be considered "popular". But there were a few people of which Stacy did actually like. Cordelia for one, she was funny, not the brightest person around, but she did have a car; Harmony was another. Stacy wasn't exactly sure why she was drawn to Harmony. Maybe it was the fact that she was a favorite among the male population of Sunnydale High.
The music was loud and the people were packed together like sardines in this place, but that was exactly how Stacy liked it. She came from L.A. where you couldn't walk three feet without bumping into someone. There was a small counter in the back right corner of the club where you could get drink and snacks. Near the front was a stage where the local bands would perform, and dance floor was positioned right in front of it. Tables were set up on every other available space. Even the upstairs was crowded with tables.
"So Stacy what do you think of our humble Bronze?" Cordy asked sipping on her soda.
"Not bad," Stacy admitted, half to herself. "It kind of reminds me of this place back in L.A. My friends and I used to go there like every night. It was the only place to be seen."
"It must have been so great to live in a big city like Los Angeles." Harmony mused, almost drooling over the thought. "I mean there are stores everywhere right? And clubs, and even more stores."
"Yeah, I miss L.A." Stacy went off into stories of some of the things she and her friends had done in the past. "There was this one time my friend Jenna and I snuck into this movie theatre and say like four movies without paying. The one usher finally caught us and called the cops, but thankfully my Dad is in good with the LAPD. He got us out a some major trouble."
"I don't think I've met your dad yet." Cordy announced, her little mind working to remember anything about Stacy's family. "Just your brat sisters. Is your dad here?"
Stacy's heart sank at the question. She was hoping to keep from telling these people about her parents. "No," she said glumly. "My parents split about a year ago. My dad's back in L.A. living with his secretary."
Everyone at the table could see that she really didn't want to talk about the particular subject.
"Oh I love this song," Cordelia exclaimed when the band started playing one of their more popular tunes. "You guys wanna dance?"
"Sure." Harmony said. She looked over at Stacy who still looked a little grim. "Come on. Maybe you can teach some of these townies a little something about dancing." Harmony grabbed her hand and Cordelia grabbed the other. They pulled her out on the dance floor. Once she was out there and felt the beat of the music, she loosened up and began to sway.
'Maybe this night won't be a total waste.' Stacy thought, trying to mentally perk herself up.
Spike walked Buffy to his car and opened the door for her. She sat in the front passenger seat and closed the door. He hurried around and climbed into the driver's seat. He inserted the key and started the car; she purred like a kitten. They slowly pulled away from the Summers' home. They rode for a few blocks in silence before Spike broke the tension.
"So why's you move here?" he asked not taking his eyes off the road.
"Oh well," Buffy snapped out of her trance, "my parents divorced last year, and my mom got a job here at the art gallery, so she moved me and my two sisters here."
"Oh," Spike said quietly dropping the subject.
"What about you? Why are you here in Sunnydale when you could be back in London?"
"Well the thing is luv," Spike said, his eyes still glued to the road in front of him. "It wasn't exactly my choice to leave. You see, I was living with me grand mum, but she said I was out of control. So she sent me with to live with Uncle Rups. Thought maybe he could control me." His voice was angrier than it was sad, but there was still that hint that Buffy could pick up on.
"So you're one of those bad boys aren't you? One of those can't control them, can't contain them, and can't tell them what to do?" Buffy asked.
"Yea that's me." Spike said with a chuckle. "This the place?"
The car pulled up outside a run down looking warehouse. There were a few windows in the front, and a huge steel door with a dirty sign hung over it that read: Bronze.
"This would be it." Buffy said happily. "It doesn't look like much on the outside, but they've remodeled inside and it's really nice."
As the car pulled to a halt on the opposite side of the street, Buffy opened her door and climbed out. She stood there for a moment before Spike joined her.
"Shall we?" he asked looking from her to the building, and then back.
"Sure." Buffy said. "Let's go."
Stacy was actually enjoying herself for the first time since she moved to Sunnydale. She was in a semi-cool place surrounded by her new friends, and having a blast. The song ended and the group moved back to their table for drinks. Stacy was back in her seat when she happened to look over at the bar and see a familiar blonde head.
"Spike!" Stacy exclaimed catching Cordelia's attention.
"What?" Cordy asked. "Where?"
"Right there." Stacy said pointing towards the bar. She watched him as a blonde haired girl joined him. "Oh great. He picked up some floozy and brought her here. I mean, what's so great about her? What does she have that I don't?" Stacy was rambling.
"Who is she?" Cordy asked standing up to get a better look.
"Beats me. Probably just some." Stacy's eyes almost tripled in size when Spike and the girl started coming towards them. She recognized the girl immediately. "Oh no she didn't." Stacy jumped up from the table and made her way through the crowd towards Spike and Buffy.
Buffy screamed as someone grabbed her arm and pulled her aside. "What the."
"Listen to me baby sister," Stacy used the term with a fake endearment. "What are you doing here with him? He is mine, not yours. I staked a claim on him, and everyone knows that."
"Obviously I didn't and neither did he." Buffy retorted. "He asked me out, not the other way around."
"I don't care what happened. This date is over." Stacy stormed off into the crowd.
"Oh no.It hasn't even begun."