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This is a short one again. I know!! Friday is TOMORROW!!! Holidays!!! Fictions!!!
Yay!!! Lol. This one has Buffy!!! Yay!!!! Am v.v.v.worried this has turned out
tacky!! I am unhappy with how it has tuned out so please review and I might
actually end up re-writing it! Please!! Major need of opinions!!!!:
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IT IS ONE AM. FORGIVE ANY RAMBLE OR MISTAKES.
aliasfan007 : yes, but what will happen at the reunion?
Elfgirl: aww!! Thank you!! I love the airport scene!! Only time I really liked Angel! Thank you it was a lovely review!!!
Ms.Orange21: Liz IS Spike's kid!! Glad u don't h8 Sara!!
*ramble**drool**sleep**ramble*
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FIC STARTS NOW!!
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"OH MY GAWD!!!!!"
Buffy smiled as Dawn gaped over yet another ring in the showcase.
"I think I have her approval."
Buffy smiled warmly at the man speaking, relishing the loving look he was directing at both Dawn and herself.
"She's been like this for an hour. I just wanted to come in, get a damn ring and go back out again."
"Not everyone's as organised as you, baby."
Brian moved to put his arms round Buffy and she rested her head against his shoulder.
"I love you."
And Buffy said it. It had taken a long, long time for her to be able to say and mean it, but now she did. She loved Spike, still. In fact, she always would. Just as she would always love Angel. But…she pushed back the annoying part of her mind that told her that while she was over Angel, she would never be over Spike. He was more.
*Emphasis on WAS* Buffy told herself.
Over the years, especially after she retired from slaying at Faith's death, Buffy had trained herself to forget the bleached blond menace that tormented her actions. It was only recently that she had begun to think about him again. Then again, it was only recently that she had become engaged.
She had met Brian on a night out with some friends. It was so normal. That was what still shocked her. They met in a bar. While both out with mutual friends. It was normal; it was a story you could tell your kids. It was white picket fence.
Ash brown hair and green eyes, Brian was striking to say the least. He had an aura of the calm within the storm. Life was good with him. It was perfect.
"How's Amy?" he mumbled.
"She's doing much better. That tuition after school has sorted her out. I'm really glad, her mum was worried about loosing the scholarship."
"You're a great teacher – she had nothing to worry about."
The thought, the fact to some people, made Buffy smile. She was a great teacher and she loved the kids. At first, in the time where Spike was still, well, 'Just. There.' she had taken on multitudes of classes, burying herself in work. Slowly, over time, it had become easier to live – there were days were she wouldn't ache for him. Where she forgot what shade of blonde his hair was.
Now, she taught a few year groups, mainly elementary, some senior ones thrown in for mix. At thirty-two, life was looking up.
Giles, an old man now, was fully retired. Sometimes he wrote journals and lectured watchers-to-be, but for the most part, he read and slept and did all the things that old men tend to do. Dawn, now in her twenties, was in the middle of a medical career, bustling and busy with a passion for helping people. They were heavily integrated into their lives and Buffy felt complete after a long time of feeling halved.
"I think this ring is perfect!" Dawn finally pointed out a simple solitaire and Buffy sighed in relief, practically praising the lord with joy.
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"This is the number for Rupert Giles. He was-"
"Her watcher, I know."
"Of course. Well, do you want me to talk to him, or will you?"
"I will."
Peter's hands shook and he dialled the number and passed the handset to Liz.
"Hello, Edgewood House."
"Hello, may I please speak to Mr Giles."
"Speaking."
"Hello."
"I'm sorry, who is this."
"My name is Elizabeth, Liz. I'm er – Spike's daughter."
"Sp-Spike? The uh…"
"Yes, Spike or William. My mum's name is Sara."
"I see."
"I'm sorry if this is a shock to you, but I would very much like to meet Buffy Summers."
"Has Sp- your father asked you to call?"
"No. He doesn't know where you are. My granddad gave me this number."
"I see. I'm not quite sure what to say."
"My mother, Sara, died when I was born. She wrote me letters, to let me know her. She mentioned Buffy and how she loved my dad and I think that he could love her back now. He is lonely, you see, Mr Giles."
Her innocence radiated through, a determination that her father had the ability for, but unlike him, her innocent determination was not 'cynicised'.
"Elizabeth-"
"Liz."
"Liz, things are quite a lot more complicated than you imagine."
"I don't want Buffy Summers to know about this either. Please Mr Giles, tell me how I can get to know her a little before I try and get my dad to find her."
"I'm not quite sure at all what to do."
Peter, unable to restrain himself much longer, took the receiver from Liz and spoke.
"Mr Giles? My name is Peter Restrepo. Sara was my daughter as I'm sure you see Buffy as yours. This was her last wish for the man she loved very much. Please help Liz to carry this through. At least give us a contact number, we can make up a story, we just wanted to try at least. For Sara."
Giles sighed, his thoughts a jumble of contradictions. It was nearly 10 years now. Things change. Vampires change? But inside, the ex-watcher knew Spike would not change – especially not with a child to care for. A child – that was a mystery to be later discovered.
"She is a teacher at Midbrook Elementary. You can call her there in an hour or so."
Giles found and gave the number, unsure of whether to mention Brian or anything else, all of the changes and so, so many questions.
"I'm sure you have as many questions as I, Mr Giles. I would love to talk to you more if you would like?"
"I think that would be a good idea Dean Restrepo."
"Peter, please."
"Rupert, likewise."
The conversation was over. A bridge of 10 years beginning to heal.
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TBC
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