TITLE: Things Happen Series – Part One
DISCLAIMER: No affiliation with any of the characters, actors/ss creators. I don't know one single person. Roughly based on the bollywood film: 'Kuch Kuch Hota Hai'
SUMMARY: Spike and Buffy are best friends, but when he falls in love with someone else, Buffy realises how much she loves him.
THANX: CazyRose! All at True Desires : UC Shippers!
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"Spike! WAKE UP!"
"Nyarghumngharoohmmmmmmmmmm"
Buffy shrugged and dropped the book as well as the chunky file, pencil case and stake she was carrying, on Spike's head.
"BLOODY HELL SLAYER!"
Spike violently thrashed at the covers and fell off the bed.
"Class in 5 minutes Spike!" Buffy grinned and picked up her stuff, now
scattered on the floor by Spike's bed.
"Bleedin' Slayer."
Spike grumbled all the way to the sink and splashed his face with water. He
loved Buffy more than anything, but sometimes he felt the urge to get her 'Tact
and Elegance for Ungroomed ladies' as a plea from himself and probably half of
Campus.
His face broke into a grin. Who wouldn't have laughed at the picture that his
life was.
Point One: Best friends with the Slayer
Point Two: Living with said Slayer in a College dorm.
Point Three: Taking University courses with his mortal friends who knew
he was a vampire.
Point Four: Not feeding. On blood. At All. He could if he
wanted to, for pleasures sake. Red had found a spell that could stop Spike
being reliant on blood for survival. It was necessary for the spell to use
Slayers blood willingly given and Spike had to be a perfectly 'normal' vampire,
no soul or chip or anything. He was. She was. And here he was.
"Spike, I realllllyyyy gotta go!"
Buffy clicked her tongue and tapped her foot like she always did when he was
late. Spike skidded out of their room, lunged at the door handle, yanked the
door shut, grabbed the bored-looking Buffy's hand and 'legged it' (basically he
ran like hell)
The few people who didn't have classes then, grinned in the usual pattern of
the infamous campus friends. Every morning without fail, they were late for
Professor Chedock's or Bowen's or
Heugh's or…whoever's class they had. Buffy would always be waiting outside
their room and Spike would always follow the same rushed, clumsy pattern of
skidding, lunging and legging.
"Ah, Buffy, Will, I believe this is the
134th black order you are due to receive for lateness?" Professor
Bowen sighed. They had punished and punished the two friends, however the
tardiness continued. If they were that consistent with their grades, he mused,
then they'd be a lot better off.
Spike and Buffy grinned and slipped into their seats at the back, knowing that the professor's were tired of punishing them. A few of their friends did the usual greetings. Xander nodded his head, asleep to the world, Bradd winked at Buffy and smirked at Spike, Bella sighed and cocked her head in her 'it's the way of the world' way, Tucker and Tyson burped…that wasn't a greeting as such, they just did it because it disturbed Spike…. and the day began.
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Spike and Willow were having a mild argument when Buffy sprinted up to Spike that afternoon, in the campus café.
"Spike, there is no way, and I mean this Spike, no way at all that I'm doing that."
"Red, it's not exactly going to take you long."
"Spike, it's not morally right!"
"What so wrong about it. I'm into it. You're into it. I don't see where the morally wrong bit comes in. All I want is for you to be a bit wild this one time…."
Buffy raised her eyebrows as she and Spike did 'their little
thingy'. It was just a habit for Spike and Buffy now, but their friends still
found it funny. As if on cue, Spike and Buffy would start this little…'ritual'
as Willow called it.
- Touch noses
- Bump right shoulders.
- Hold an imaginary stake to own heart and stake twice.
- Hug.
Willow grinned as Spike continued to talk while
absent-mindedly doing his and Buffy's traditional greeting.
Those two are amazingly close
"What's on the uppy guys?" Buffy's eyes twinkled as she pulled away from the
ritual hug, her mind brimming with puns about how the conversation she had
heard could be twisted.
"Spike's trying to make me ditch the assembly tomorrow to go with him to the
Wicca/vamp meeting of the year."
"Oh no…" Buffy groaned.
"Whats up people?" Bella jogged up and was quickly filled in. "A whatty
meeting?"
" It's this weird thing where Wiccans who have cast powerful vampire nature
–altering spells, gather with the vampires in question and go on show. Spike's
obsessed with going because of last time."
"I just want some nice QT with Red…"
Buffy snorted. "Yeah right, ego-boy."
Bella grinned and tilted her head questioningly.
"This other vampire had got himself a Wicca who claimed to be able to make him not reliant on blood like Spike, and that vampire and his Wicca presented themselves to the group, before us, and we looked like copycats. Spike was laughed at by the other vamps."
Spike growled and then grinned.
"Whoa, what's with the happy?" Buffy furrowed her eyebrows.
"I just got word that the soddin' vamp is dyin' again from bloodlust. Spell was
a dud."
"Spike – you are totally weird."
"I know pet, but you love me anyway."
Half the campus had at one point thought that Spike and Buffy were meant to be. That was after it emerged that Spike had been in love with Buffy. However, Spike had no doubt that he didn't feel like that about Buffy anymore – she was his best friend now. They did love each other, but, not like that.
"Damn." Spike glanced at his watch. " I got a class. See you guys."
"See ya Spike!"
Spike rushed through the back door and sprinted to his last class of the day – Art.
Buffy hated Art more than anything, it was one subject they
did not share. Spike liked the class despite the lack of close friends in it.
He had always liked Art. Drawing had been all he could do to keep reminders of
Drusilla and Angelus in the old days and he would secretly draw things during
the day sometimes.
Spike shook his head, shaking off the thought and he bumped into someone.
"Oh damn, sorry." Spike bent down to pick up the fallen sketchbooks and bumped heads with the stranger and they both laughed.
"How about I pick up the sheets that fell out and you can sort them into yours and mine in class."
Spike looked up when he heard the unfamiliar, strong British accent hit his ears. His breath caught at the site before him. Big beautiful chocolate eyes were laughing into his. Big beautiful, female, erot-…exotic eyes.
"You don't like a Brit." Spike said, dumbly and his eyes bugged in horror when he realised he had said it out loud.
She laughed and her long dark hair fell over her shoulder. "No, I'm Spanish, but I've lived in England all my life, visited Spain every year for family though." She smiled and stood up, leaving a babbling Spike staring at the heel of her shoes. He quickly stood up mumbling about how lovely Spain was, as he stepped into the art class with the Spanish Brit.
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Spike opened the dorm door and all but floated into the room. Buffy raised her eyebrow and watched as the glowing vampire breezed into the room, barely acknowledging her presence.
"Halloo? Anyone at home in Spikeville?"
"Sara, but she likes to be called Sara, 23, with a body to die for and taste to
eat up, Spanish, but brought up in good old England, just transferred for
graduating year with us...with me."
Spike talked airily while easily doing the 'routine'.
- Touch noses
- Bump right shoulders.
- Hold an imaginary stake to own heart and stake twice.
- Hug.
"Oh no, not another airhead." Buffy was used to Spike's
flings, mostly with Harmony wannabes. She rolled her eyes as they pulled back
from the hug.
"She is the total opposite of airhead, she's just as smart as me and she checks
me on almost everything, she's a great artist and she looks bloody brilliant with
her hair up and all messy while she's sketching."
Buffy frowned and then smiled. Ok, so maybe this was a bit more than a fling....
"Hold that thought Spike, I think that take away gave me a tummy ache I need to take something, give me a sec and I'll be right back."
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… lunged at the door handle, yanked the door shut, grabbed the bored-looking
Buffy's hand and 'legged it'.
They bristled into the classroom and slid into their usual
seats at the back. Buffy turned to Spike to share his textbook, realising hers
was in their room and was annoyed to see his face was directed towards the
professor.
Since when is Spike so into Literature class?
Granted, he had been the one to suggest it to her, but Spike was generally laid
back in class, like her. She followed his gaze to the front of the classroom
and found it rested, not on the professor, but on the back of an obviously
female head.
That must be Sara
Spike was all but drooling as Buffy rolled her eyes and yanked his textbook out of his hand. He didn't even notice.
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- Touch noses
- Bump right shoulders.
- Hold an imaginary stake to own heart and stake twice
- Hug
"See ya Buff." Spike pulled away from the hug and rushed to
catch up with the girl he had been watching all lesson.
"See ya." Buffy mumbled and continued in the opposite direction. She didn't
know why but she had a weird feeling in her tummy. It wasn't unusual for Spike
to suddenly start doting on his new love interest, so it wasn't that she missed
his company…
"Oh, sod this." She grumbled and head towards Bradd and Bella.
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Spike stopped short of the library door and watched as Sara walked towards one
of the private booths in the corner. His breath caught at her appearance.
Her Spanish eyes were focussed on whatever she was reading
and her head was tilted ever so slightly and Spike swore that if she pouted he
would combust. Her slender figure was clad in a pair of low riding deep
red-brown flare corduroy trousers and an orange mid-drift-baring torn
T-shirt. Her hair was in a two messy
braids, precariously held up in a lopsided bun-wannabe shape, by a big black
claw.
"Holy fuck."
Spike slid into the library and eased into the booth that she was in.
Her eyebrows rose, but she kept silent as he started reading over her shoulder.
"You do realise," she started, "that this booth is private?"
Spike comically pondered the thought and she smiled, never taking her eyes from his, challenging him. "Aware of the fact pet, but I'm always one for a little rule bending."
Her eyes twinkled as her face inched closer to his. Her lips
inched closer to his.
"I'm sure Daddy won't mind." She
breathed.
"Daddy?" Spike mumbled absently focused on her nearing face.
"Mmm, I think you call him Dean Restrepo."
Half focussed on the way her R's came out as purrs and half focused on the fact that she was the Dean's daughter, Spike was totally shocked by her kiss.
He forgot everything
else as he expertly kissed her back.
Buffy stopped dead in her tracks and watched them. Watched Spike. Kiss. Sara.
She stopped breathing and felt as if a huge block was in her throat. Suddenly
her head was filled with images of Buffy and Spike love. "Oh No." Buffy shook
her head and sprinted from the library.
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