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Summary: The sequel to "Until Forever". Actors Buffy Summers and Spike Gilbert, along with the rest of the gang, finally make their way to the Oscar's . . . of course, nothing ever is easy in Hollywood.
A/n: Sorry ever so much for the long delay. I took a little vacay for the Holidays, and it took me a few days after that to recover from the sheer amount of food I consumed. I think I contributed to eating a few full cows myself. Well, anywho, this is the next chappy. Read it, review it, and hopefully like it. P.S. (my first PS ever! Yay!) - If someone wants to use one of my story ideas, please just ask me. While you may have heard I'm a @#$%$# I really am an understanding person that lends plots. It's just a matter of asking.
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"Next up, we have two hot stars presenting. And here they are, Buffy Summers and Angel O'Connor!"
Buffy squinted against the harsh spot lights as she walked onstage, arm in arm with Angel. The cheesy music played, and clapping resounded through out the building. The two stopped in front of the glass podium, smiling cheerily at the audience.
Buffy read her lines off the teleprompter smoothly, adding extra perk when she read the lame jokes. She had to give herself credit, as it wasn't easy to pretend to be so happy in front of a crowd of grouchy actors, who probably didn't care much about the Awards if they weren't nominated anyway. Angel read his lines also, Buffy secretly surprised that he could actually read, quite well in fact. She almost smiled as she thought of her and Spike's bet about that very fact. Spike had adamantly insisted that "a big Oaf like the poofter can't read, even if his life depended on it".
Abruptly, Buffy shook out of her thoughts. "And here are the nominees for best Supporting Actress," Buffy stated, and the names were declared on the screen behind her. As soon as they were finished, Angel said, "And the winner is . . ."
He reached for the gold envelope, but Buffy frowned at him and snatched it off the surface herself before he could put his oversized paws on it. Angel glared at her, making a face, and he grabbed it out of her hands. Forgetting about the audience, the two started to practically fight over the envelope. The crowd laughed, thinking that it was all an act; little did they know Buffy was two seconds away from delivering a nice kick to Angel's twigs and berries. Finally the two realized where they were, and Buffy started to flush. Angel coughed in embarrassment, the crowd still believing it to be set up as they chuckled. He kindly let Buffy take the envelope out of his hands, and she opened the flap.
"Sydney Bristow!" Buffy announced, smiling as she clapped for the young actress. (A/n: a little treat for you 'Alias' fans.) Angel clapped loudly also, and the glowing brunette made her way up from the audience to the stage area. She gratefully accepted the award, kissing Buffy on the cheek and receiving a hug from Angel.
As Sydney made her speech, Buffy and Angel stood respectively side-by-side behind her. Buffy snuck a glare up at Angel, muttering, "Nice stunt at the podium, genius." She pulled on an innocent face as Angel scowled at her. "Well, it wouldn't have turned out like that if you weren't so selfish. 'Oh, look at me, I'm Buffy, I'm special, I should get to read the award out!'" Angel hissed in a fake high voice. He and Buffy started glaring at each other, eyes menacing, until Sydney finished her speech with a sappy, "Thank you."
Buffy and Angel suddenly stopped glaring and smiled brightly as the camera panned over them, walking out with Sydney as she was escorted back stage. They immediately split up as they entered back stage, walking away from each other as they muttered names to the other under their breaths. Sydney watched the two retreating forms with a smirk on her face. She loved the major attitudes of movie stars.
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Buffy sat stiffly in her seat, watching closely as Spike presented the Best something-or-other. Her legs were cramping, her back was hurting, and she felt like taking a good nap. Also, her patience was wearing thin as the skank presenting on stage with Spike kept on giggling and grabbing on to his arm. Buffy wasn't one to resort to violence (yeah right), but she was seriously considering knocking this actress a good one. Even if she knew the actress had no chance with Spike.
"Relax," Willow whispered in her teasingly, and Buffy looked to the side to give her best friend a smile. Willow had seemed to read her mind. Willow smiled back at Buffy, than went back to pretend-watching the show while Oz's hand seemed to be doing very nasty things under the cover of his suit jacket to 'innocent' Willow. Buffy sighed, really wishing Spike was here beside her. She quickly and furtively checked out the time on the watch from the man beside her, groaning as she realized they still had another hour to go.
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Buffy choked back a strangled groan as the actor who would be presenting the Best Actress strode on stage, beaming and smiling toothily. This was it. Now or never. Either she won or she lost, and anything in between would be just as bad as losing. She brought a hand to her mouth and started nibbling on a manicured finger, leaning forward in her seat.
"Don't worry, luv, your gonna get this one," Spike whispered to her, rubbing her back in reassurance. She relaxed under his magic touch, feeling some of the tension ease out of her. Turning her head she smiled back at him, accepting a quick, chaste kiss. He shot her that calming smile, the shit-eating grin that Spike gave when he thought he was right.
"Your such a dumb ass," Buffy giggled, and Spike pretended to be mock-hurt. He pouted deliciously, his plump bottom lip poking out. "That was harsh, baby," he said softly, wiping away an imaginary tear from under his baby- blues. Buffy played along, leaning back and running a hand down his chiseled cheekbone.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, smirking. "What can I do to make it better?" she asked him, and Spike grinned devilishly.
"My answer is very inappropriate for our situation," he replied, and Buffy laughed, brushing her lips over his. She was very ready to further indulge in his kiss, but she heard her name being called out.
"Buffy Summers, for her role in 'Crazy Days'!"
Camera pan, bright smile on Buffy's part.
The actor continued to read out the rest of the names, pausing dramatically when he was done. Buffy held her breath, her pulse thrumming erratically and heart pounding.
Spike watched his girl with worried eyes. He really, really hoped she won. She deserved it, truly. And if she didn't win, he would have to kick the movie critics and Academy Board Members' asses. Spike also felt incredibly nervous for her, and he held her hand tightly as the tension mounted.
Finally, the actor slit the top of the red sticker, and opened the gold envelope. He grinned as his eyes slid over the name scripted on the sheet. Buffy held her breath, Spike's hand squeezed tighter around Buffy's, and Buffy's friends all waited in anticipation.
"And the Best Actress is Buffy Summers!"
Buffy jumped out of her chair, ecstatic. She was smiling so hard she though her face was going to crack in half. Spike stood up beside her and caught her in a toe-curling kiss, whispering, "I knew you would do it." His kiss left her breathless, and though she would have very much loved to carry it further on, she had an award to collect. Willow, Xander, Oz, and Cordy had all stood up as well, clapping enthusiastically and calling out to their friend. She beamed at them, making her way out of the row of seats. The resentful gaze of Dawn Winters caught her attention, and she chuckled, grinning even further.
"You did it!" she praised herself. This had to be, besides the time she and Spike had first made love, the best moment of her life. She was so happy she didn't care if the world ended right now, or the sky fell. Hell, she would still be joyful even if Dawn Winters became ruler of the universe.
She trekked up the marble steps, happily accepting the award as the actor handed it to her. She shared a congratulatory hug with him, and a small peck on the cheek. Buffy's heart was practically pounding out of her chest.
Turning to face the audience, she couldn't help the small tear that leaked out of her heavily done up eyes. She beamed, marveling at the beauty of the sparkling Oscar in her hand. Gorgeous.
"Well", she started, gazing at the camera, "what can I say?"
She chuckled, and her eyes fell on Spike, who was puffing out his chest like a proud mama. He was smiling almost as brightly as she was, and to know that he was supporting her made everything that much more worthwhile.
"I promised myself that if I won, I wouldn't cry, and I'd make my speech short and sweet. I already cried, so that promise is blown, but I really do want to make this short," Buffy stated, and the audience chuckled.
"Firstly, I want to thank my baby, Spike, cause without him I would have never believed in myself." Buffy paused to blow Spike a kiss, to which he pretended to catch and put in his suit pocket, with a smile.
"Of course, everyone involved in "Crazy Days", especially the director Wesley Windam-Pryce. My friends, my parents, and all of the people that ever encouraged me to follow my dream, no matter how crazy it sounded. And especially my fans, who went out and made that movie so popular. Thank you, everyone!"
Buffy held up her award and grinned widely. The cheesy music starting playing again, signaling it was time for Buffy to shut up and get off the stage. But she would have none of it, and stood firmly at the podium mouthing "Thank yous" at the camera. The female escort present at all times gently grabbed Buffy's arm and tried pulling her to the wings. Buffy whipped around and mouth something incomprehensible to her, and the escort quickly let go with wide eyes, stumbling back wards to safer territory.
Finally when Buffy had decided it was time to move along, she briskly walked off the stage followed by the actor and the escort. The escort quickly scurried off as soon as they hit backstage.
Buffy studied the award in her hand, still blown away by the fact that she had won. It was an impossibly great feeling. She was wrapped up in her own thoughts when she noticed that the presenting actor was still hanging around her.
Buffy smirked grimly. "Scott Hope, to what do I owe the pleasure of your much over-rated company?"
Scott smiled toothily, his trademark. He moved closer to Buffy, resting an oversized paw on her bare arm. She shivered, but not from anticipation. More like disgust for the creep.
"Oh nothing, baby. Just wondering if you would be interested in something a little later tonight," Scott said, making lewd gestures with his tongue and pelvis. Buffy pulled her arm away, scorn curling her lip as she watched him in disbelief.
"So, let's get this straight, Scott. Years ago, when I wanted you, you would have nothing to do with me at all. Sure, you took advantage of my oral skills," Buffy paused, shaking her head in shame for herself, "but other then that you didn't want to publicly associate with an actress lower then you."
She laughed, though her laugh held no amusement. "And now that I'm suddenly big, and you need a high-profile girl, you come onto me. Please, Scott, what would ever make you think you have a chance with me anymore? I've got Spike, and he's twenty times the man you'll ever be."
Buffy glared at Scott, while Scott's sweet façade suddenly melted into an angry, arrogant actor. He almost snarled, his eyes growing hard. "You little bitch. I could offer you more popularity, more media coverage. What a couple we could make, top actress and actor."
"You aren't the top actor anymore, Scott," Buffy reminded him with malice. Scott growled.
"Maybe not. But with you, I could be again. You're nothing more then a passing fad. When you become dirt again, and you come crawling back to me like you did years ago, on your knees like you deserve to be, see if I give you shit." He said cruelly, grinning at her sudden sharp intake of breath.
"You'll regret turning me down, babe. Mark my words." Scott giggled, and it was the first clue to Buffy that maybe Scott was either tipsy or insane, or perhaps even both. Buffy saw red, her vision blurring with her anger.
"Who do you think you are? You're scum, Scott. Dirt from the bottom of my fucking Prada shoes, asshole. You better shut up." Buffy warned him, taking a step closer to Scott so that they were almost nose- to- nose.
"Get on your knees, slut," Scott muttered, and it was all Buffy needed. She backhanded him full across the face, her hand making a sharp sound as it connected with his pretty face. He went down on one knee from the force, crying out as he looked up at her. Scott held a hand to his red, stinging cheek, Buffy feeling the most immense satisfaction possible.
"Crazy bitch," he cried, still holding his face, "are you fucking insane?"
Buffy smirked widely, her eyes harsh. She bent down on one knee so she was at his level. Shaking her head at this poor excuse for a man, she slapped him on the other side of his cheek, though not quite as hard as the first. Pulling her hand away, she studied the eyes of the man she had once thought she was in love with.
"Fuck," he muttered, as a bead of blood trickled down from the corner of his split lip. He glared at her, though his eyes revealed a tinge of fear. Her gaze remained level and calm, almost pitying.
She got up so that she was standing above him, looking down at him on his knees. "You better stay away from me Scott. I'll never be with you, and I'll never crawl back to you again. You're filth."
And she spun on her heel to walk away, but paused, as though she had just remembered something. Tossing her hair over her shoulder, her head remained turned to the side, she smiled ironically.
"You're beneath me," she said lightly, uttering the words he had told her years ago. His head dropped down, and he muttered under his breath.
And she continued walking on, not once looking back. She smiled as she went to go join Spike, forgetting all about Scott, her Oscar firmly clutched in her hand.
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Summary: The sequel to "Until Forever". Actors Buffy Summers and Spike Gilbert, along with the rest of the gang, finally make their way to the Oscar's . . . of course, nothing ever is easy in Hollywood.
A/n: Sorry ever so much for the long delay. I took a little vacay for the Holidays, and it took me a few days after that to recover from the sheer amount of food I consumed. I think I contributed to eating a few full cows myself. Well, anywho, this is the next chappy. Read it, review it, and hopefully like it. P.S. (my first PS ever! Yay!) - If someone wants to use one of my story ideas, please just ask me. While you may have heard I'm a @#$%$# I really am an understanding person that lends plots. It's just a matter of asking.
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"Next up, we have two hot stars presenting. And here they are, Buffy Summers and Angel O'Connor!"
Buffy squinted against the harsh spot lights as she walked onstage, arm in arm with Angel. The cheesy music played, and clapping resounded through out the building. The two stopped in front of the glass podium, smiling cheerily at the audience.
Buffy read her lines off the teleprompter smoothly, adding extra perk when she read the lame jokes. She had to give herself credit, as it wasn't easy to pretend to be so happy in front of a crowd of grouchy actors, who probably didn't care much about the Awards if they weren't nominated anyway. Angel read his lines also, Buffy secretly surprised that he could actually read, quite well in fact. She almost smiled as she thought of her and Spike's bet about that very fact. Spike had adamantly insisted that "a big Oaf like the poofter can't read, even if his life depended on it".
Abruptly, Buffy shook out of her thoughts. "And here are the nominees for best Supporting Actress," Buffy stated, and the names were declared on the screen behind her. As soon as they were finished, Angel said, "And the winner is . . ."
He reached for the gold envelope, but Buffy frowned at him and snatched it off the surface herself before he could put his oversized paws on it. Angel glared at her, making a face, and he grabbed it out of her hands. Forgetting about the audience, the two started to practically fight over the envelope. The crowd laughed, thinking that it was all an act; little did they know Buffy was two seconds away from delivering a nice kick to Angel's twigs and berries. Finally the two realized where they were, and Buffy started to flush. Angel coughed in embarrassment, the crowd still believing it to be set up as they chuckled. He kindly let Buffy take the envelope out of his hands, and she opened the flap.
"Sydney Bristow!" Buffy announced, smiling as she clapped for the young actress. (A/n: a little treat for you 'Alias' fans.) Angel clapped loudly also, and the glowing brunette made her way up from the audience to the stage area. She gratefully accepted the award, kissing Buffy on the cheek and receiving a hug from Angel.
As Sydney made her speech, Buffy and Angel stood respectively side-by-side behind her. Buffy snuck a glare up at Angel, muttering, "Nice stunt at the podium, genius." She pulled on an innocent face as Angel scowled at her. "Well, it wouldn't have turned out like that if you weren't so selfish. 'Oh, look at me, I'm Buffy, I'm special, I should get to read the award out!'" Angel hissed in a fake high voice. He and Buffy started glaring at each other, eyes menacing, until Sydney finished her speech with a sappy, "Thank you."
Buffy and Angel suddenly stopped glaring and smiled brightly as the camera panned over them, walking out with Sydney as she was escorted back stage. They immediately split up as they entered back stage, walking away from each other as they muttered names to the other under their breaths. Sydney watched the two retreating forms with a smirk on her face. She loved the major attitudes of movie stars.
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Buffy sat stiffly in her seat, watching closely as Spike presented the Best something-or-other. Her legs were cramping, her back was hurting, and she felt like taking a good nap. Also, her patience was wearing thin as the skank presenting on stage with Spike kept on giggling and grabbing on to his arm. Buffy wasn't one to resort to violence (yeah right), but she was seriously considering knocking this actress a good one. Even if she knew the actress had no chance with Spike.
"Relax," Willow whispered in her teasingly, and Buffy looked to the side to give her best friend a smile. Willow had seemed to read her mind. Willow smiled back at Buffy, than went back to pretend-watching the show while Oz's hand seemed to be doing very nasty things under the cover of his suit jacket to 'innocent' Willow. Buffy sighed, really wishing Spike was here beside her. She quickly and furtively checked out the time on the watch from the man beside her, groaning as she realized they still had another hour to go.
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Buffy choked back a strangled groan as the actor who would be presenting the Best Actress strode on stage, beaming and smiling toothily. This was it. Now or never. Either she won or she lost, and anything in between would be just as bad as losing. She brought a hand to her mouth and started nibbling on a manicured finger, leaning forward in her seat.
"Don't worry, luv, your gonna get this one," Spike whispered to her, rubbing her back in reassurance. She relaxed under his magic touch, feeling some of the tension ease out of her. Turning her head she smiled back at him, accepting a quick, chaste kiss. He shot her that calming smile, the shit-eating grin that Spike gave when he thought he was right.
"Your such a dumb ass," Buffy giggled, and Spike pretended to be mock-hurt. He pouted deliciously, his plump bottom lip poking out. "That was harsh, baby," he said softly, wiping away an imaginary tear from under his baby- blues. Buffy played along, leaning back and running a hand down his chiseled cheekbone.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, smirking. "What can I do to make it better?" she asked him, and Spike grinned devilishly.
"My answer is very inappropriate for our situation," he replied, and Buffy laughed, brushing her lips over his. She was very ready to further indulge in his kiss, but she heard her name being called out.
"Buffy Summers, for her role in 'Crazy Days'!"
Camera pan, bright smile on Buffy's part.
The actor continued to read out the rest of the names, pausing dramatically when he was done. Buffy held her breath, her pulse thrumming erratically and heart pounding.
Spike watched his girl with worried eyes. He really, really hoped she won. She deserved it, truly. And if she didn't win, he would have to kick the movie critics and Academy Board Members' asses. Spike also felt incredibly nervous for her, and he held her hand tightly as the tension mounted.
Finally, the actor slit the top of the red sticker, and opened the gold envelope. He grinned as his eyes slid over the name scripted on the sheet. Buffy held her breath, Spike's hand squeezed tighter around Buffy's, and Buffy's friends all waited in anticipation.
"And the Best Actress is Buffy Summers!"
Buffy jumped out of her chair, ecstatic. She was smiling so hard she though her face was going to crack in half. Spike stood up beside her and caught her in a toe-curling kiss, whispering, "I knew you would do it." His kiss left her breathless, and though she would have very much loved to carry it further on, she had an award to collect. Willow, Xander, Oz, and Cordy had all stood up as well, clapping enthusiastically and calling out to their friend. She beamed at them, making her way out of the row of seats. The resentful gaze of Dawn Winters caught her attention, and she chuckled, grinning even further.
"You did it!" she praised herself. This had to be, besides the time she and Spike had first made love, the best moment of her life. She was so happy she didn't care if the world ended right now, or the sky fell. Hell, she would still be joyful even if Dawn Winters became ruler of the universe.
She trekked up the marble steps, happily accepting the award as the actor handed it to her. She shared a congratulatory hug with him, and a small peck on the cheek. Buffy's heart was practically pounding out of her chest.
Turning to face the audience, she couldn't help the small tear that leaked out of her heavily done up eyes. She beamed, marveling at the beauty of the sparkling Oscar in her hand. Gorgeous.
"Well", she started, gazing at the camera, "what can I say?"
She chuckled, and her eyes fell on Spike, who was puffing out his chest like a proud mama. He was smiling almost as brightly as she was, and to know that he was supporting her made everything that much more worthwhile.
"I promised myself that if I won, I wouldn't cry, and I'd make my speech short and sweet. I already cried, so that promise is blown, but I really do want to make this short," Buffy stated, and the audience chuckled.
"Firstly, I want to thank my baby, Spike, cause without him I would have never believed in myself." Buffy paused to blow Spike a kiss, to which he pretended to catch and put in his suit pocket, with a smile.
"Of course, everyone involved in "Crazy Days", especially the director Wesley Windam-Pryce. My friends, my parents, and all of the people that ever encouraged me to follow my dream, no matter how crazy it sounded. And especially my fans, who went out and made that movie so popular. Thank you, everyone!"
Buffy held up her award and grinned widely. The cheesy music starting playing again, signaling it was time for Buffy to shut up and get off the stage. But she would have none of it, and stood firmly at the podium mouthing "Thank yous" at the camera. The female escort present at all times gently grabbed Buffy's arm and tried pulling her to the wings. Buffy whipped around and mouth something incomprehensible to her, and the escort quickly let go with wide eyes, stumbling back wards to safer territory.
Finally when Buffy had decided it was time to move along, she briskly walked off the stage followed by the actor and the escort. The escort quickly scurried off as soon as they hit backstage.
Buffy studied the award in her hand, still blown away by the fact that she had won. It was an impossibly great feeling. She was wrapped up in her own thoughts when she noticed that the presenting actor was still hanging around her.
Buffy smirked grimly. "Scott Hope, to what do I owe the pleasure of your much over-rated company?"
Scott smiled toothily, his trademark. He moved closer to Buffy, resting an oversized paw on her bare arm. She shivered, but not from anticipation. More like disgust for the creep.
"Oh nothing, baby. Just wondering if you would be interested in something a little later tonight," Scott said, making lewd gestures with his tongue and pelvis. Buffy pulled her arm away, scorn curling her lip as she watched him in disbelief.
"So, let's get this straight, Scott. Years ago, when I wanted you, you would have nothing to do with me at all. Sure, you took advantage of my oral skills," Buffy paused, shaking her head in shame for herself, "but other then that you didn't want to publicly associate with an actress lower then you."
She laughed, though her laugh held no amusement. "And now that I'm suddenly big, and you need a high-profile girl, you come onto me. Please, Scott, what would ever make you think you have a chance with me anymore? I've got Spike, and he's twenty times the man you'll ever be."
Buffy glared at Scott, while Scott's sweet façade suddenly melted into an angry, arrogant actor. He almost snarled, his eyes growing hard. "You little bitch. I could offer you more popularity, more media coverage. What a couple we could make, top actress and actor."
"You aren't the top actor anymore, Scott," Buffy reminded him with malice. Scott growled.
"Maybe not. But with you, I could be again. You're nothing more then a passing fad. When you become dirt again, and you come crawling back to me like you did years ago, on your knees like you deserve to be, see if I give you shit." He said cruelly, grinning at her sudden sharp intake of breath.
"You'll regret turning me down, babe. Mark my words." Scott giggled, and it was the first clue to Buffy that maybe Scott was either tipsy or insane, or perhaps even both. Buffy saw red, her vision blurring with her anger.
"Who do you think you are? You're scum, Scott. Dirt from the bottom of my fucking Prada shoes, asshole. You better shut up." Buffy warned him, taking a step closer to Scott so that they were almost nose- to- nose.
"Get on your knees, slut," Scott muttered, and it was all Buffy needed. She backhanded him full across the face, her hand making a sharp sound as it connected with his pretty face. He went down on one knee from the force, crying out as he looked up at her. Scott held a hand to his red, stinging cheek, Buffy feeling the most immense satisfaction possible.
"Crazy bitch," he cried, still holding his face, "are you fucking insane?"
Buffy smirked widely, her eyes harsh. She bent down on one knee so she was at his level. Shaking her head at this poor excuse for a man, she slapped him on the other side of his cheek, though not quite as hard as the first. Pulling her hand away, she studied the eyes of the man she had once thought she was in love with.
"Fuck," he muttered, as a bead of blood trickled down from the corner of his split lip. He glared at her, though his eyes revealed a tinge of fear. Her gaze remained level and calm, almost pitying.
She got up so that she was standing above him, looking down at him on his knees. "You better stay away from me Scott. I'll never be with you, and I'll never crawl back to you again. You're filth."
And she spun on her heel to walk away, but paused, as though she had just remembered something. Tossing her hair over her shoulder, her head remained turned to the side, she smiled ironically.
"You're beneath me," she said lightly, uttering the words he had told her years ago. His head dropped down, and he muttered under his breath.
And she continued walking on, not once looking back. She smiled as she went to go join Spike, forgetting all about Scott, her Oscar firmly clutched in her hand.
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*TBC . . .