Title: Better Than Chocolate (AN: Title is based on song by Sarah McLachlin called "Chocolate" or better known as "Icecream")
Author: Sita
Summary: AU. Buffy Summers, almost 16, is a die-hard fan of the top selling group: 'The Dingoes Ate My Baby', but what does she do when she learns that her mother's boyfriend is the lead singer William 'Spike' Giles' dad? And what will happen when Joyce announces the Giles' will be moving in?
Rating: PG-13....for now....
Distribution: Want. Take. Have. Just tell me where it's going first, and PLEASE give me the credit.
Disclaimer: "Bloody fucking sodding mother fucking hell!" I curse, stomping my foot impatiently as my accomplice goes through James' trash bag. What could be taking him so long? "I told you just to grab the dirty tissues than leave!" I hiss, picking up my small accomplice and shaking him. "Why won't you do it?" My accomplice does nothing when I say this, he doesn't even comment or shake a little hand at me. Oh the nerve! "Oh, so your gonna give me the silent treatment than, huh?" I hiss, turning my head up when I see Joss approach me, coming out of James house. What is HE doing here? "SITA!" He screams, I quickly dive behind the trash bag, but it's only lifted up a minute later, and my accomplice is grabbed out of my hand. "Sita!" Joss yells again. "Now your stealing Mr. Gordo and going through James trash?! Damn you! Say Sita, just say it!" I sigh. "BTVS belongs to you ME and UPN!" How dare he. He makes me say it, and he takes away my accomplice! That right bastard!
AN: Looks like I'm not gonna have a beta for a little while....Oh well, last chapter was fine un-betaed, right?
Also, I'm so glad you guys are enjoying this story as much as I enjoy writing it! But, your feedback just makes the story all the more fun to write! Thanks a lot!
And IZZY, marriage huh? Think we could work around the complications! LMAO! Joking! Thank you for the compliment though. I'm glad your enjoying my story.
Chapter Five: Unexpected News
The bleached-blonde rock star had only grown worse with Faith's frequent visits and his tendency to be an asshole as winter vacation grew to a close. And, Buffy was sick of his attitude. Hell, she was sick of him. He'd even had the nerve to come into Drusilla's and hers room without knocking and tell THEM to entertain Faith while he ran a few errands. Buffy had blown him off, as usual, telling him she wasn't Faith's, or his for that matter, personal slave. How much of a jerk could one guy be?
And now, here she was, Monday morning, standing on the steps of Sunnydale High School, Drusilla right beside her as they waited for the morning bell to ring. She didn't know how this girl had gotten through all sixteen years of her life without strangling Spike to death. Buffy had barely known him a month, and she was already fighting the urge to strangle him!
"So, your gonna help me get around this bloody place, right?" Drusilla asked, looking at her schedule as if it was a vicious monster.
"It's alright, Dru. Calm down a little. I'll meet you after every class and help you around this hell-hole. It's not as bad as it looks." Buffy said, smiling as she saw her friends approaching from the courtyard. And, boy was she glad to see them! She hadn't seen anyone of them all winter break!
The three girls ran up to her excitedly, wrapping her in a humongous bear-hug, all three squealing delightedly.
"Where have you been?" Willow asked. "I was all lonely during the holiday season. And they only arrived here yesterday," She motioned to Cordelia and Anya for emphasis.
"I'm sorry. I've been busy." She groaned. "Controlling wild family members and all. Or sorta-family members." She motioned towards Drusilla. "Speaking off, without the wild part of course, this is Drusilla."
All the girls said 'hi' to the quiet brunette before Willow turned her head towards Buffy, an excited look on her face, "Speaking of your new family. What about Spike Giles? Isn't he living with you now?"
Anya and Cordelia quickly turned to Buffy when Willow said this. Buffy had narrowly avoided telling Cordelia everything when she had called up from her vacation. Instead she had changed the subject, talking about Cordelia's current crush in school. Another favorite subject of Cordy's.
"What?! Spike Giles, in YOUR house!" Cordelia yelled. "And you didn't tell me! Oh, can I meet him?! Can we all meet him?!" Cordelia started jumping up and down.
"Please!" Anya yelled, grabbing onto Cordelia's hands and jumping up and down with the brunette.
"Please do *not* say that name again, or I'll be forced to rip out your bones and bash you over the head with them." Buffy said simply, smiling sweetly at her friends after she had said this.
"Okay what's with the attitude change, Buff?" Cordelia asked, placing her hands on her hips, she than turned towards Drusilla. "And are you his sister?"
"Unfortunately." Drusilla replied bitterly. "Speaking of," She turned to Buffy. "Dad and mum are going out today so they said Will was going to pick us up-"
Buffy quickly cut her off, "You've got to be kidding me! Him pick us up? With our luck he'll forget and be slamming Faith into the kitchen sink." Buffy made a disgusted face at the imagery she'd just created for herself. "And add an 'ew' to that statement." She than paused, looking over at Dru. "Why can't we walk home anyway? I do it all the time."
"Because they want Will to take us to where your mum and my dad are. And for some reason I have a feeling it's the bloody gallery." Drusilla said, rolling her eyes. "We probably have to help your mum put up some fertility art or something for her next art show."
"Great." She looked up to the sky, as if praying to the heavens. "Please make Spike forget us."
"Hold it," Anya butt into Drusilla's and Buffy's conversation, looking at Buffy expectantly, "You're gonna tell us what's going on. And you're gonna tell us now. Oh, and after school your gonna let us meet Spike."
Buffy rolled her eyes, "Okay. To sum it up in five words or less: Spike is an asshole."
"But he seemed sweet. He said he'd let me meet Oz!" Willow said, hands placed defiantly on her hips, as she refused to agree with Buffy.
"Unlikely. He spends so much time with Faith, I wonder if he even TALKED to Oz recently. But, when I meet Oz, I'll make sure you get to come along. Or I'll set up a date for you two to meet. That is if he's not an asshole too." She turned to Drusilla. "Oz isn't an asshole, right?"
"No. Oz is a sweetie. I actually went out with him for a little in the ninth grade, but we were too good of friends to make a commitment." Drusilla smiled. "Oz isn't a jerk unlike a certain brother of mine, who is most likely finding a way to skip tutoring as we speak."
"Oh yeah, didn't he manage to make the last one quit?" Buffy asked.
"She got fed up with his attitude. But this one's a tough cookie to break, so maybe something's actually sinking into the thick head of his." Drusilla snickered. "Or not."
Cordelia stood, watching the two laugh over Spike, before grabbing Buffy's arm, just before the first period bell rang, "You've got some serious explaining to do, missy."
****
The school day zoomed by fast, and by the end of school, another person had managed to make their way into the group that used to only be Willow, Anya, Cordelia, and Buffy. The girl had been another new student that Drusilla had met in English class, the girl was the same age as Drusilla and extremely shy. Yet, the two had stuck together during the day, trying to figure out where the ladies room was, and such. So, by the time everyone sat down to eat lunch, they had not only one new member of the group which was Drusilla, but two, Drusilla's new friend Tara MaClay.
But as soon as the 'fun' had started, it seemed to be over, and everyone was soon making their way to the busses, cars, and their bikes. Cordelia, Anya, and Willow purposely followed Buffy and Drusilla though to the cars that were lined up, waiting for students.
Buffy rolled her eyes as she spotted the old worn down black Desoto that was Spike's. Why he had that car when he could get a jaguar if he wanted, was beyond Buffy.
"He's here." Drusilla stated, starting to make her way towards the Desoto.
"I noticed." Was Buffy's reply. "And what a shame, I was actually hoping he'd be to busy fucking Faith to pick us up." She walked the rest of the way to the car, throwing Drusilla a glare when the brunette took the backseat, for there was only one seat in the back available at the time, the other two were piled up with papers and other useless junk that was owned by Spike. So that left only one option, the passenger seat.
Hastily, Buffy threw open the door, showing her bookbag on the ground as she ripped the cigarette from Spike's mouth. "I'm allergic to smoke." She replied sweetly in excuse, batting her eyelashes at the bleached-blonde. He rolled his eye's, as she plopped down in the seat next to his. And turning her head, she realized her friends were still standing there. "Oh Spike, this is Cordelia, Anya, and Willow. For some reason they won't believe your a stuck-up jerk!" She threw her hands in the air, smirking at him. "That reason is beyond my understanding though."
"Shut your gob." He narrowed his eyes at her. "Or I'll-"
"Or you'll what? Hit me? Are you THAT shallow that you'd hit a girl?" Buffy smirked, leaning back in the worn leather seat.
Spike rolled his eyes at the blonde, putting on his 1000 watt smile for the three girls standing by the car, "Hey. I'm Spike."
"We know." Cordelia said dreamily when he held out his hand to her. Each of them took a turn shaking his hand. And Buffy had a feeling Cordelia wouldn't be washing her hand tonight.
Luckily, the meeting only took a minute, and soon they were on the road, heading towards her mother's gallery.
It disturbed her to sit this close to Spike. And to think at one point she would of died to be this close to him, now it was just....disturbing. She quickly glanced to her left, to only find his eyes on the road, his jaw muscles flexing as he banged on the car horn, startling Buffy. She let out a little yelp and he turned to her, smirking.
"Scare you, luv?"
Buffy rolled her eyes, crossing her arms firmly over her chest, "Don't call me, luv."
"Alright, pet." He smirked.
"You know, if you weren't driving right now, I'd really consider strangling you to death. It sounds like such a wonderful idea." She turned in her seat. "Don't you agree, Dru?"
Drusilla looked like she was pondering this for a second before she nodded her head enthusiastically, "But don't you think we should kill Faith first?"
"And we have a winner!" Buffy said loudly. "DING! DING! DING! Such, an excellent idea!"
"Would you two SHUT THE BLOODY HELL UP!" Spike practically screamed, accidentally banging on the horn as they came to a stop at the red light.
"Oops, I made him honk his horn." Buffy said, then made a face from the imagery she'd just created for herself. "Ewwwwww! Bad image! EWWWWWWWWW!"
Drusilla giggled, "Is your mind always in the gutter, pet?"
Buffy nodded, smiling widely. "Around 22/7....or maybe 24/7....if I'm having a really good day."
"Okay, now you bloody just put a BAD image in my mind!" Drusilla giggled.
"Not a good day in that way!" Buffy smirked, throwing a wadded up piece of paper from her backpack at the brunette.
Spike shook his head, not able to keep himself from smirking, "Okay you two. Please. Bloody stop."
"What, afraid we're gonna make you honk your horn again?" Buffy asked innocently.
He could help but let a chuckle escape at this, along with the 'I'm innocent' look on her face.
"I made the big-bad green monster laugh," Buffy whispered rather loudly as she looked back at Drusilla.
"Wow, he has a bloody heart?" Drusilla gasped, holding her hand over her heart, as if in surprise.
"Well his head IS still the size of a watermelon, but-"
Spike, abruptly cut Buffy off mid-sentence, "Okay, it's not funny anymore. I'm not bloody stuck-up." He glared at the blonde, but couldn't help but collapse into laughter again at the innocent look she was giving him. "Okay. STOP!" Spike said as the red-light turned to green. "I have to bloody drive here."
Buffy looked back at Drusilla, bursting into laughter as she watched Drusilla tape a piece of paper to the back of Spike's head with the words 'Kick Me' written on it. Both girls giggled, while Spike turned to quickly look at Buffy suspiciously.
****
The good mood that everybody seemed to have in the car dissipated as soon as the three set foot in the gallery. It was hot and muggy, even with the fans blowing wildly inside. Unfortunately, the air condition wasn't working and the three were going to be put to work right away. And suddenly, Buffy wished it was cold outside. Wasn't it supposed to be winter?
And, Buffy didn't think the day could get any worse until her mother told her she was going to put Spike and her to work in the same room. Sure, they were okay in the car, but in the same muggy excruciatingly hot room, unloading boxes and boxes of artwork? This was going to be trouble.
"Mom-" Buffy started to complain, but Joyce cut her off, her eyes shooting daggers at her eldest daughter.
"Don't you dare complain. You do as I say, young lady." And with that, Joyce walked off, leaving Buffy and Spike to carry various boxes into the end room, where they would be working. Unfortunately, it was the hottest and most uncomfortable room of the gallery.
Drusilla, the lucky one of the three, had been sent to run errands at close by stores, meaning she would get out of the humidity of the gallery. And, Buffy prayed that the air condition would be in working order soon. Or else she might be forced to kill a certain bleached-blonde.
"Hand me the flash light." Buffy said immediately as they entered the room. She could already feel herself beginning to sweat and she made a disgusted face. Gross.
"Go get the bloody torch yourself." Spike said, pulling out a small statue of a three inch penis. Buffy giggled.
"Geez, can't you just hand it to me? Or is that statue turning you on too much?" Buffy asked, reaching in front of Spike and grabbing the small flash light.
He narrowed his eyes, grabbing her arm while it was still in front of him, "Do you bloody mind?"
"Well you wouldn't get it for me. What other choice did I have, dickhead?" Buffy pulled her arm back roughly, glaring at the rock star. You're such an asshole, you know that?."
"Bitch." He shot back, his own blue eyes shooting sparks.
"Jerk."
"Slut!"
"Dickwad!"
"Whore!"
"Kids!" Joyce came into the room, an angry look on her face. "Would you *please* stop fighting? Or," She looked at the two of them, and evil smirk on her face. "Or I'll make you two clean out the toilets!"
"Ew!" Buffy said, her eyes widening in disgust. "We'll be good, I promise."
"Good." She paused. "Because if I hear any 'she started it' or 'it was his fault', you'll be cleaning BOTH the bathrooms." And with that, Joyce started to briskly walk out, turning to look back at the two kids briefly. "Come out of there in five minutes. Rupert and I have something we'd like to tell you."
Buffy looked down at the ground, muttering to herself, "Now, why don't I like the sound of that?"
"Because it sounds bloody horrible." Spike replied, setting down a statue of a mini-fairy next to the tiny penis.
"Hello? Was I talking to you." She raised and eyebrow, smirking. "I didn't think so."
"You little-"
Buffy abruptly cut him off, "Wouldn't want to end up cleaning toilets, now would you?" She smirked. And he flexed his jaw angrily, trying hard not to deck her in the face.
And with that, she quickly walked out of the room to where her mother, Giles, and Drusilla stood. Spike followed closely behind.
Joyce smiled, once she realized the kids were there said, "Rupert and I have two announcement to make." She took the older mans hand in her own, squeezing it affectionately.
Buffy crossed her arms over her chest, almost sure it was something unimportant. What else could it be. But nothing could have prepared her for the words that came out of her mother's mouth.
"Kids, I'm pregnant. And Rupert and I, we've decided to get married!"
Three shocked faces stared at the two adults before them, before Buffy managed to yell a startled and panicked, "WHAT?!"
TBC...Hope you enjoyed the chappy. LOL. Left ya on kinda a cliff-hanger. MUAHAHA! LMAO. Okay.....I'm done. PLEASE REVIEW!
Author: Sita
Summary: AU. Buffy Summers, almost 16, is a die-hard fan of the top selling group: 'The Dingoes Ate My Baby', but what does she do when she learns that her mother's boyfriend is the lead singer William 'Spike' Giles' dad? And what will happen when Joyce announces the Giles' will be moving in?
Rating: PG-13....for now....
Distribution: Want. Take. Have. Just tell me where it's going first, and PLEASE give me the credit.
Disclaimer: "Bloody fucking sodding mother fucking hell!" I curse, stomping my foot impatiently as my accomplice goes through James' trash bag. What could be taking him so long? "I told you just to grab the dirty tissues than leave!" I hiss, picking up my small accomplice and shaking him. "Why won't you do it?" My accomplice does nothing when I say this, he doesn't even comment or shake a little hand at me. Oh the nerve! "Oh, so your gonna give me the silent treatment than, huh?" I hiss, turning my head up when I see Joss approach me, coming out of James house. What is HE doing here? "SITA!" He screams, I quickly dive behind the trash bag, but it's only lifted up a minute later, and my accomplice is grabbed out of my hand. "Sita!" Joss yells again. "Now your stealing Mr. Gordo and going through James trash?! Damn you! Say Sita, just say it!" I sigh. "BTVS belongs to you ME and UPN!" How dare he. He makes me say it, and he takes away my accomplice! That right bastard!
AN: Looks like I'm not gonna have a beta for a little while....Oh well, last chapter was fine un-betaed, right?
Also, I'm so glad you guys are enjoying this story as much as I enjoy writing it! But, your feedback just makes the story all the more fun to write! Thanks a lot!
And IZZY, marriage huh? Think we could work around the complications! LMAO! Joking! Thank you for the compliment though. I'm glad your enjoying my story.
Chapter Five: Unexpected News
The bleached-blonde rock star had only grown worse with Faith's frequent visits and his tendency to be an asshole as winter vacation grew to a close. And, Buffy was sick of his attitude. Hell, she was sick of him. He'd even had the nerve to come into Drusilla's and hers room without knocking and tell THEM to entertain Faith while he ran a few errands. Buffy had blown him off, as usual, telling him she wasn't Faith's, or his for that matter, personal slave. How much of a jerk could one guy be?
And now, here she was, Monday morning, standing on the steps of Sunnydale High School, Drusilla right beside her as they waited for the morning bell to ring. She didn't know how this girl had gotten through all sixteen years of her life without strangling Spike to death. Buffy had barely known him a month, and she was already fighting the urge to strangle him!
"So, your gonna help me get around this bloody place, right?" Drusilla asked, looking at her schedule as if it was a vicious monster.
"It's alright, Dru. Calm down a little. I'll meet you after every class and help you around this hell-hole. It's not as bad as it looks." Buffy said, smiling as she saw her friends approaching from the courtyard. And, boy was she glad to see them! She hadn't seen anyone of them all winter break!
The three girls ran up to her excitedly, wrapping her in a humongous bear-hug, all three squealing delightedly.
"Where have you been?" Willow asked. "I was all lonely during the holiday season. And they only arrived here yesterday," She motioned to Cordelia and Anya for emphasis.
"I'm sorry. I've been busy." She groaned. "Controlling wild family members and all. Or sorta-family members." She motioned towards Drusilla. "Speaking off, without the wild part of course, this is Drusilla."
All the girls said 'hi' to the quiet brunette before Willow turned her head towards Buffy, an excited look on her face, "Speaking of your new family. What about Spike Giles? Isn't he living with you now?"
Anya and Cordelia quickly turned to Buffy when Willow said this. Buffy had narrowly avoided telling Cordelia everything when she had called up from her vacation. Instead she had changed the subject, talking about Cordelia's current crush in school. Another favorite subject of Cordy's.
"What?! Spike Giles, in YOUR house!" Cordelia yelled. "And you didn't tell me! Oh, can I meet him?! Can we all meet him?!" Cordelia started jumping up and down.
"Please!" Anya yelled, grabbing onto Cordelia's hands and jumping up and down with the brunette.
"Please do *not* say that name again, or I'll be forced to rip out your bones and bash you over the head with them." Buffy said simply, smiling sweetly at her friends after she had said this.
"Okay what's with the attitude change, Buff?" Cordelia asked, placing her hands on her hips, she than turned towards Drusilla. "And are you his sister?"
"Unfortunately." Drusilla replied bitterly. "Speaking of," She turned to Buffy. "Dad and mum are going out today so they said Will was going to pick us up-"
Buffy quickly cut her off, "You've got to be kidding me! Him pick us up? With our luck he'll forget and be slamming Faith into the kitchen sink." Buffy made a disgusted face at the imagery she'd just created for herself. "And add an 'ew' to that statement." She than paused, looking over at Dru. "Why can't we walk home anyway? I do it all the time."
"Because they want Will to take us to where your mum and my dad are. And for some reason I have a feeling it's the bloody gallery." Drusilla said, rolling her eyes. "We probably have to help your mum put up some fertility art or something for her next art show."
"Great." She looked up to the sky, as if praying to the heavens. "Please make Spike forget us."
"Hold it," Anya butt into Drusilla's and Buffy's conversation, looking at Buffy expectantly, "You're gonna tell us what's going on. And you're gonna tell us now. Oh, and after school your gonna let us meet Spike."
Buffy rolled her eyes, "Okay. To sum it up in five words or less: Spike is an asshole."
"But he seemed sweet. He said he'd let me meet Oz!" Willow said, hands placed defiantly on her hips, as she refused to agree with Buffy.
"Unlikely. He spends so much time with Faith, I wonder if he even TALKED to Oz recently. But, when I meet Oz, I'll make sure you get to come along. Or I'll set up a date for you two to meet. That is if he's not an asshole too." She turned to Drusilla. "Oz isn't an asshole, right?"
"No. Oz is a sweetie. I actually went out with him for a little in the ninth grade, but we were too good of friends to make a commitment." Drusilla smiled. "Oz isn't a jerk unlike a certain brother of mine, who is most likely finding a way to skip tutoring as we speak."
"Oh yeah, didn't he manage to make the last one quit?" Buffy asked.
"She got fed up with his attitude. But this one's a tough cookie to break, so maybe something's actually sinking into the thick head of his." Drusilla snickered. "Or not."
Cordelia stood, watching the two laugh over Spike, before grabbing Buffy's arm, just before the first period bell rang, "You've got some serious explaining to do, missy."
****
The school day zoomed by fast, and by the end of school, another person had managed to make their way into the group that used to only be Willow, Anya, Cordelia, and Buffy. The girl had been another new student that Drusilla had met in English class, the girl was the same age as Drusilla and extremely shy. Yet, the two had stuck together during the day, trying to figure out where the ladies room was, and such. So, by the time everyone sat down to eat lunch, they had not only one new member of the group which was Drusilla, but two, Drusilla's new friend Tara MaClay.
But as soon as the 'fun' had started, it seemed to be over, and everyone was soon making their way to the busses, cars, and their bikes. Cordelia, Anya, and Willow purposely followed Buffy and Drusilla though to the cars that were lined up, waiting for students.
Buffy rolled her eyes as she spotted the old worn down black Desoto that was Spike's. Why he had that car when he could get a jaguar if he wanted, was beyond Buffy.
"He's here." Drusilla stated, starting to make her way towards the Desoto.
"I noticed." Was Buffy's reply. "And what a shame, I was actually hoping he'd be to busy fucking Faith to pick us up." She walked the rest of the way to the car, throwing Drusilla a glare when the brunette took the backseat, for there was only one seat in the back available at the time, the other two were piled up with papers and other useless junk that was owned by Spike. So that left only one option, the passenger seat.
Hastily, Buffy threw open the door, showing her bookbag on the ground as she ripped the cigarette from Spike's mouth. "I'm allergic to smoke." She replied sweetly in excuse, batting her eyelashes at the bleached-blonde. He rolled his eye's, as she plopped down in the seat next to his. And turning her head, she realized her friends were still standing there. "Oh Spike, this is Cordelia, Anya, and Willow. For some reason they won't believe your a stuck-up jerk!" She threw her hands in the air, smirking at him. "That reason is beyond my understanding though."
"Shut your gob." He narrowed his eyes at her. "Or I'll-"
"Or you'll what? Hit me? Are you THAT shallow that you'd hit a girl?" Buffy smirked, leaning back in the worn leather seat.
Spike rolled his eyes at the blonde, putting on his 1000 watt smile for the three girls standing by the car, "Hey. I'm Spike."
"We know." Cordelia said dreamily when he held out his hand to her. Each of them took a turn shaking his hand. And Buffy had a feeling Cordelia wouldn't be washing her hand tonight.
Luckily, the meeting only took a minute, and soon they were on the road, heading towards her mother's gallery.
It disturbed her to sit this close to Spike. And to think at one point she would of died to be this close to him, now it was just....disturbing. She quickly glanced to her left, to only find his eyes on the road, his jaw muscles flexing as he banged on the car horn, startling Buffy. She let out a little yelp and he turned to her, smirking.
"Scare you, luv?"
Buffy rolled her eyes, crossing her arms firmly over her chest, "Don't call me, luv."
"Alright, pet." He smirked.
"You know, if you weren't driving right now, I'd really consider strangling you to death. It sounds like such a wonderful idea." She turned in her seat. "Don't you agree, Dru?"
Drusilla looked like she was pondering this for a second before she nodded her head enthusiastically, "But don't you think we should kill Faith first?"
"And we have a winner!" Buffy said loudly. "DING! DING! DING! Such, an excellent idea!"
"Would you two SHUT THE BLOODY HELL UP!" Spike practically screamed, accidentally banging on the horn as they came to a stop at the red light.
"Oops, I made him honk his horn." Buffy said, then made a face from the imagery she'd just created for herself. "Ewwwwww! Bad image! EWWWWWWWWW!"
Drusilla giggled, "Is your mind always in the gutter, pet?"
Buffy nodded, smiling widely. "Around 22/7....or maybe 24/7....if I'm having a really good day."
"Okay, now you bloody just put a BAD image in my mind!" Drusilla giggled.
"Not a good day in that way!" Buffy smirked, throwing a wadded up piece of paper from her backpack at the brunette.
Spike shook his head, not able to keep himself from smirking, "Okay you two. Please. Bloody stop."
"What, afraid we're gonna make you honk your horn again?" Buffy asked innocently.
He could help but let a chuckle escape at this, along with the 'I'm innocent' look on her face.
"I made the big-bad green monster laugh," Buffy whispered rather loudly as she looked back at Drusilla.
"Wow, he has a bloody heart?" Drusilla gasped, holding her hand over her heart, as if in surprise.
"Well his head IS still the size of a watermelon, but-"
Spike, abruptly cut Buffy off mid-sentence, "Okay, it's not funny anymore. I'm not bloody stuck-up." He glared at the blonde, but couldn't help but collapse into laughter again at the innocent look she was giving him. "Okay. STOP!" Spike said as the red-light turned to green. "I have to bloody drive here."
Buffy looked back at Drusilla, bursting into laughter as she watched Drusilla tape a piece of paper to the back of Spike's head with the words 'Kick Me' written on it. Both girls giggled, while Spike turned to quickly look at Buffy suspiciously.
****
The good mood that everybody seemed to have in the car dissipated as soon as the three set foot in the gallery. It was hot and muggy, even with the fans blowing wildly inside. Unfortunately, the air condition wasn't working and the three were going to be put to work right away. And suddenly, Buffy wished it was cold outside. Wasn't it supposed to be winter?
And, Buffy didn't think the day could get any worse until her mother told her she was going to put Spike and her to work in the same room. Sure, they were okay in the car, but in the same muggy excruciatingly hot room, unloading boxes and boxes of artwork? This was going to be trouble.
"Mom-" Buffy started to complain, but Joyce cut her off, her eyes shooting daggers at her eldest daughter.
"Don't you dare complain. You do as I say, young lady." And with that, Joyce walked off, leaving Buffy and Spike to carry various boxes into the end room, where they would be working. Unfortunately, it was the hottest and most uncomfortable room of the gallery.
Drusilla, the lucky one of the three, had been sent to run errands at close by stores, meaning she would get out of the humidity of the gallery. And, Buffy prayed that the air condition would be in working order soon. Or else she might be forced to kill a certain bleached-blonde.
"Hand me the flash light." Buffy said immediately as they entered the room. She could already feel herself beginning to sweat and she made a disgusted face. Gross.
"Go get the bloody torch yourself." Spike said, pulling out a small statue of a three inch penis. Buffy giggled.
"Geez, can't you just hand it to me? Or is that statue turning you on too much?" Buffy asked, reaching in front of Spike and grabbing the small flash light.
He narrowed his eyes, grabbing her arm while it was still in front of him, "Do you bloody mind?"
"Well you wouldn't get it for me. What other choice did I have, dickhead?" Buffy pulled her arm back roughly, glaring at the rock star. You're such an asshole, you know that?."
"Bitch." He shot back, his own blue eyes shooting sparks.
"Jerk."
"Slut!"
"Dickwad!"
"Whore!"
"Kids!" Joyce came into the room, an angry look on her face. "Would you *please* stop fighting? Or," She looked at the two of them, and evil smirk on her face. "Or I'll make you two clean out the toilets!"
"Ew!" Buffy said, her eyes widening in disgust. "We'll be good, I promise."
"Good." She paused. "Because if I hear any 'she started it' or 'it was his fault', you'll be cleaning BOTH the bathrooms." And with that, Joyce started to briskly walk out, turning to look back at the two kids briefly. "Come out of there in five minutes. Rupert and I have something we'd like to tell you."
Buffy looked down at the ground, muttering to herself, "Now, why don't I like the sound of that?"
"Because it sounds bloody horrible." Spike replied, setting down a statue of a mini-fairy next to the tiny penis.
"Hello? Was I talking to you." She raised and eyebrow, smirking. "I didn't think so."
"You little-"
Buffy abruptly cut him off, "Wouldn't want to end up cleaning toilets, now would you?" She smirked. And he flexed his jaw angrily, trying hard not to deck her in the face.
And with that, she quickly walked out of the room to where her mother, Giles, and Drusilla stood. Spike followed closely behind.
Joyce smiled, once she realized the kids were there said, "Rupert and I have two announcement to make." She took the older mans hand in her own, squeezing it affectionately.
Buffy crossed her arms over her chest, almost sure it was something unimportant. What else could it be. But nothing could have prepared her for the words that came out of her mother's mouth.
"Kids, I'm pregnant. And Rupert and I, we've decided to get married!"
Three shocked faces stared at the two adults before them, before Buffy managed to yell a startled and panicked, "WHAT?!"
TBC...Hope you enjoyed the chappy. LOL. Left ya on kinda a cliff-hanger. MUAHAHA! LMAO. Okay.....I'm done. PLEASE REVIEW!