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
Spike stormed through Sunnydale, only one thing on his mind. 'Buffy, Buffy, Buffy. What the bloody hell is wrong with her?' Before he knew it he was outside a dank looking building. A florescent sign hung above the door with the words "Willy's Place" half-lit in green. 'That's exactly what I need right now.' Spike thought as he pulled open the door and stepped inside.
This bar was nothing special. It looked pretty dirty, the floors probably hadn't been swept in months, and the dust had piled on the tables. A short, dark-haired man stood behind the bar cleaning out a glass with a dishtowel. Spike looked around and noticed only one other person besides him and the bartender. A big guy with bulging muscles and a leather jacket sat in a back booth, guzzling down a beer.
Spike walked up to the bar and took a seat on one of the stools. The bartender looked up from his current task. He eyed Spike up and down taking in everything. He put the glass down in its proper place and walked over to Spike.
"Aren't you a little young to be drinking?" the bartender asked.
"I'm old enough to know that you want to make money," Spike dug into the pocket of his duster and pulled out a wad of cash, "and I happen to have plenty of that."
"Say, where'd a kid like you get some serious cash like that?"
"I got my sources." Spike said sticking it back into the pocket. "Now are you going to serve me or not?"
The bartender looked around and noticed the lack of people to see him. "Fine, as long as no one finds out about this. The name's Willy. What can I get you?"
"Gimme a bottle of Jack Daniels and a bottle of Tequila." Spike said with authority.
"You sure you wanna mix them two? I mean they'll give you a heck of a buzz if you know what I mean." Willy said fetching the bottle nonetheless.
"That's what I'm working for." Spike said. Willy brought the two bottles over to Spike along with a glass.
"Here you go." Willy said. "I'll be around if you need anything."
"Yeah, whatever." Spike said as he poured some Jack Daniels into the glass. He added a bit of the Tequila and sloshed the glass around. "To my pathetic life." He said raising a toast to himself. He tilted his head back and gulped down the drink.
Mr. Giles paced the landing in front of the door anxiously. He glanced down at his watch nearly every 5 seconds. "Where is he?" the man growled out loud. "It's nearly 10 o'clock, and he hasn't been seen since lunchtime. Truth be told I hope he doesn't return, I really don't feel the need to kill someone tonight." Giles stopped his pacing and went into the kitchen to make himself some tea. He poured the water into the teapot as millions of thoughts filled his head. 'Where is he? What if something had happened to him? I'll kill him if he's done something stupid.'
Giles was brought back to reality as the front door slammed shut. He rushed out of the kitchen to find his nephew stumbling in the apartment, clearly drunk. He tried to walk to the stairs tripping over a coffee table, cursing loudly.
"WILLIAM ANTHONY GILES!" Giles shouted angrily.
"What d'you want?" Spike asked picking himself up off the ground.
"It is nearly ten o'clock and you've not called. And furthermore, I do not approve of your current state!" his uncle yelled. "You are far too young to be stumbling about drunker than a rotten sailor."
"Sod off." Spike yelled back. "I'm in pain and you've got no right to tell me what to do. You're not my father!"
"You're right I am not your father. And I thank God that he isn't around to see you now. He would be ashamed of what you've become. A lazy, lay- about, drunken." Giles stopped suddenly and mentally calmed himself down. "William," he said in a lower voice. "This is not appropriate behavior."
"Oh would you give it up!" Spike yelled finding his was onto the first two steps. "I'm never going to be the son you always wanted. I'm not going to be proper and polite and a brown-noser like you! I've got my own way of doing things and it's been working just fine up until now!"
"Working fine?! William, you were thrown out of countless schools in London because of your horrid behavior. Your poor grandmother couldn't even control you anymore and sent you to me. And I'll be damned if I'm going to let you walk all over me like everyone else!" Giles was again getting angry and he had to mentally count to ten for fear that he may strangle his nephew.
"Bugger this!" Spike shouted as he made his way up the rest of the steps stopping at the top. "If you had any idea what my life was like you would stop the ground from moving instead of standing there scowling at me like a child."
"You are a child." Giles said moving to the bottom of the staircase. "William, what happened today?"
"Nothing that I feel like talking about." Spike said. He stormed into his room and slammed the door behind him.
Giles stood at the bottom of the staircase looking up. He removed the glasses from his face, massaging the bridge of his nose. "What am I going to do with him?" he asked no one in particular. Giles walked across the living room and sat himself down on the couch desperately trying to think of something, anything that would improve the current situation.
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
Spike stormed through Sunnydale, only one thing on his mind. 'Buffy, Buffy, Buffy. What the bloody hell is wrong with her?' Before he knew it he was outside a dank looking building. A florescent sign hung above the door with the words "Willy's Place" half-lit in green. 'That's exactly what I need right now.' Spike thought as he pulled open the door and stepped inside.
This bar was nothing special. It looked pretty dirty, the floors probably hadn't been swept in months, and the dust had piled on the tables. A short, dark-haired man stood behind the bar cleaning out a glass with a dishtowel. Spike looked around and noticed only one other person besides him and the bartender. A big guy with bulging muscles and a leather jacket sat in a back booth, guzzling down a beer.
Spike walked up to the bar and took a seat on one of the stools. The bartender looked up from his current task. He eyed Spike up and down taking in everything. He put the glass down in its proper place and walked over to Spike.
"Aren't you a little young to be drinking?" the bartender asked.
"I'm old enough to know that you want to make money," Spike dug into the pocket of his duster and pulled out a wad of cash, "and I happen to have plenty of that."
"Say, where'd a kid like you get some serious cash like that?"
"I got my sources." Spike said sticking it back into the pocket. "Now are you going to serve me or not?"
The bartender looked around and noticed the lack of people to see him. "Fine, as long as no one finds out about this. The name's Willy. What can I get you?"
"Gimme a bottle of Jack Daniels and a bottle of Tequila." Spike said with authority.
"You sure you wanna mix them two? I mean they'll give you a heck of a buzz if you know what I mean." Willy said fetching the bottle nonetheless.
"That's what I'm working for." Spike said. Willy brought the two bottles over to Spike along with a glass.
"Here you go." Willy said. "I'll be around if you need anything."
"Yeah, whatever." Spike said as he poured some Jack Daniels into the glass. He added a bit of the Tequila and sloshed the glass around. "To my pathetic life." He said raising a toast to himself. He tilted his head back and gulped down the drink.
Mr. Giles paced the landing in front of the door anxiously. He glanced down at his watch nearly every 5 seconds. "Where is he?" the man growled out loud. "It's nearly 10 o'clock, and he hasn't been seen since lunchtime. Truth be told I hope he doesn't return, I really don't feel the need to kill someone tonight." Giles stopped his pacing and went into the kitchen to make himself some tea. He poured the water into the teapot as millions of thoughts filled his head. 'Where is he? What if something had happened to him? I'll kill him if he's done something stupid.'
Giles was brought back to reality as the front door slammed shut. He rushed out of the kitchen to find his nephew stumbling in the apartment, clearly drunk. He tried to walk to the stairs tripping over a coffee table, cursing loudly.
"WILLIAM ANTHONY GILES!" Giles shouted angrily.
"What d'you want?" Spike asked picking himself up off the ground.
"It is nearly ten o'clock and you've not called. And furthermore, I do not approve of your current state!" his uncle yelled. "You are far too young to be stumbling about drunker than a rotten sailor."
"Sod off." Spike yelled back. "I'm in pain and you've got no right to tell me what to do. You're not my father!"
"You're right I am not your father. And I thank God that he isn't around to see you now. He would be ashamed of what you've become. A lazy, lay- about, drunken." Giles stopped suddenly and mentally calmed himself down. "William," he said in a lower voice. "This is not appropriate behavior."
"Oh would you give it up!" Spike yelled finding his was onto the first two steps. "I'm never going to be the son you always wanted. I'm not going to be proper and polite and a brown-noser like you! I've got my own way of doing things and it's been working just fine up until now!"
"Working fine?! William, you were thrown out of countless schools in London because of your horrid behavior. Your poor grandmother couldn't even control you anymore and sent you to me. And I'll be damned if I'm going to let you walk all over me like everyone else!" Giles was again getting angry and he had to mentally count to ten for fear that he may strangle his nephew.
"Bugger this!" Spike shouted as he made his way up the rest of the steps stopping at the top. "If you had any idea what my life was like you would stop the ground from moving instead of standing there scowling at me like a child."
"You are a child." Giles said moving to the bottom of the staircase. "William, what happened today?"
"Nothing that I feel like talking about." Spike said. He stormed into his room and slammed the door behind him.
Giles stood at the bottom of the staircase looking up. He removed the glasses from his face, massaging the bridge of his nose. "What am I going to do with him?" he asked no one in particular. Giles walked across the living room and sat himself down on the couch desperately trying to think of something, anything that would improve the current situation.