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: Sorry, no disclaimer this time kiddies. If I think of one in time, I'll insert it here.
AN: I know I told some people I was going to do the scene with "A lot of Buffy characters" in this chapter, but I changed my mind. I haven't had much time to write. So, this is what I ended up coming up with. I hope you enjoy!
Chapter Eight: Unmixy Things
Her head was pounding, it felt like someone had dropped a cement block on it. And, Buffy cringed, her brain trying to function and register what was going on as she hesitantly opened one eye. She immediately regretted it, for the blinding white light assaulted her senses and the pain of the it shot right to her brain, giving her an even worse headache. She groaned.
"Buffy?"
She tried to register where the voice was coming from, but everything seemed to blur together, and made her head pound more. She groaned once again.
"Oh god, Buffy."
That voice...NOW it sounded familiar. And, she hesitantly tried opening an eye again, only to come face to face with Spike. And, that's when everything came back to her. The fight, Spike being a jerk...She turned her head away in disgust.
"Stay away from me." Her voice was horse, and speaking made her head pound worse. "And why the fuck am I in a hospital?" She spoke the last sentence, the familiar scent of Neosporin and disinfectant everywhere. She HATED hospitals.
"Riley. He bloody hit you-" Spike started.
"And YOU started the fight. Riley hitting me was an accident. I know it was." She spoke, groaning. "Someone turn off the lights."
"Buffy," He spoke. "Luv, I'm sorry. It's just, I mean around him in a skirt like that...I just..." Spike let himself trail off, leaning his head against the wall his chair was up against.
"Where's my mom?" She spoke quickly, her voice becoming shaky as she thought back to the last time she was in a hospital. It was when her cousin, her best friend, Cecilia had died.
The two had spent the first eight years of their lives always together, whether they were fighting or playing, they had always been together. Inseparable, as their mother's had called them. But, a few weeks after Cecilia's eighth birthday, she had caught a deadly case of the flu, leaving her hospital-bound until the night of her death a week later.
A sob caught in her throat at the thought of her dearly missed cousin, and Buffy turned more on her side, not wanting Spike to see she was crying. But, her sniffles and the motion of her shoulders shaking indicated right away that she was upset.
Forgetting about her question right away, Spike immediately put his hand on her shaking shoulder, she shrugged it off. "Luv, what's wrong..." He looked down at the petite blonde, concerned. "Please don't cry..." He never knew what to do when girl's cried. He even had a hard time comforting his own sister when she cried, so how should this be any different?
"I hate hospitals. Spike," She finally looked over at him. "I wanna go home. Please." She grabbed him by his overcoat. "Please take me home."
"Pet, shhh." He hesitantly patted her on the shoulder. "Calm down. It's okay. The hospital will make you better. Riley did a good number on your head. And your mum is on her way. Don't worry."
"I can't be here." She tried to sit up, only to fall right back down on the soft pillows while clutching her head in pain. "Get me out!"
"Buffy." He put his hand on her shoulder, stilling her. "Luv, it's okay. Calm down. Pet, please." He looked like he was also going to panic from Buffy's near-panic attack, not knowing what to do.
Tears were now streaming down her smooth cheeks, as she set her sights on the IV in her wrist, attempting to pull it out. Spike immediately grabbed her hand. "Buffy. Don't."
She looked up at him, her wide hazel eyes once again filling with tears, "I have to get out, Spike! Get me out!"
"Buffy," He grabbed her shoulder, stilling her. "Please. The hospital will get you better. Please calm down."
She collapsed into sobs once again, this time falling into his arms, her tears wetting his shirt as she cried. And tensely, Spike wrapped his arms around the sobbing girl, patting her on the back in which he hoped was a comforting gesture.
The door squeaking signaled that someone was entering the room, and Spike sighed, relieved, when he saw his best friend and bandmate, Oz, enter.
The bass player's eyebrow immediately shot up as he took in the sobbing girl on Spike's chest. The bleached-blonde just shrugged, rubbing his hand up and down on Buffy's back. And she hiccoughed, her sobs dying down a little.
And, realizing who she was crying on, she immediately pulled away, not even noticing Oz as she turned away from the bleached-blonde. And, Spike sighed, getting up to follow Oz out who had motioned for him to follow.
But before he left, he hissed a warning to the blonde, "Buffy, you try to hurt yourself. Rip IV's out of your arms or ANYTHING. I will personally take those IV's and shove them in your eyes."
And, with that he left the room, following the bass player whose newly blue-dyed hair made a dramatic appearance under the bright lights of the hospital.
"What happened in there?" Oz asked once the two reached the hallway, and Spike shrugged, not realizing his hands were shaking until he reached into his pockets for his cell-phone. He needed to call Joyce again. She HAD to get here soon. Also, realizing Spike was shaking Oz asked, "Are you okay, buddy?"
"Fine." Spike replied a little too quickly, swallowing heavily. "She just freaked in there. Trying to pull her IV's out. I don't know." He reached for his phone, trying unsuccessfully to pull it out of his pocket, for his hands were shaking too violently.
"Dude, I think you should sit down." Oz indicated to a chair sitting against the wall. Spike immediately dropped into the chair, running his hands through his now-curly bleached-blonde hair. He once again dug through his pocket, reaching in and grabbing the cell phone. And flinging it open, he pressed the redial button, home was the last place he called. But, he immediately hung up the phone when he saw his sister, his father, Joyce and Dawn coming towards him.
"Is Buffy okay?" Joyce asked, obvious worry for her eldest daughter.
"She," Spike started, than paused swallowing, his voice wavering. "She panicked, trying to pull the IV out of her arm and..."
Joyce, obviously panicked, ran into the room where Buffy was being held followed by Dawn and Drusilla, but Giles stayed behind, his brow creased in worry for his son.
"William, are you okay?"
"Dad. I'm fine." He was shaking more violently now, and he stared straight ahead, not wanting to look at his best friend or his father.
"I think she freaked him out." Oz spoke, stating the obvious as he looked at his best friend in concern. "Should I get a nurse or something?"
"I'm fine." Spike snapped, looking over at his best friend, than his father. "I'm bloody fine...Just leave me alone."
And with that he stalked away to the waiting room, leaving a worried teenager and middle-aged man to stare after him.
****
Buffy stayed in the hospital another night, mainly left for observation by the doctors before being released the next day. She had received a mild concussion from Riley, nothing too bad thankfully, and she was back to her normal self by the time she came home, immediately rushing to the phone and calling Willow. Afterall, she had to plan for the big event which was only a week away: Her birthday.
Unfortunately, after the phone rang about twenty times, Buffy realized her friend was not home. And, she ended up in the kitchen instead, immediately pulling out a box of graham crackers and a glass of milk for a snack, only to be disturbed by her soon-to-be step-brother coming into the kitchen.
She ignored him as he looked at her, worry etched on his face.
"I must of apologized about 800 bloody times right now. Will you give it up, Buffy? I'm bloody fucking sorry, okay?" He hissed, opening a cabinet and grabbing a bag of Doritos, only to slam the cabinet shut once again, startling Buffy.
"Geez." She hissed. "Why are you so pissed off about this?"
"WHY?!" He turned towards her, the bag of Doritos being slammed onto the island in the kitchen. "RILEY hit you. And, who was the one who took you to the hospital? HE hasn't even fucking called to see if you're alright! DOESN'T that BLOODY say something!"
She shrunk back a little at his sudden outburst, her voice barely a whisper as she asked, "Were you that worried about me?"
His icy blue eyes softened at the innocent question as he took a seat next to her at the island, "Yes." There was no doubting he was telling the truth as his soft blue eyes searched her sea-green ones.
Yet, once the staring became too intense, Spike immediately dropped his head in his hands, running his calloused fingers through his curly bleached-hair.
And, for the first time that day she realized how tired he looked. His hair wasn't gelled and apparently combed all day, there were large bluish bags under his eyes, and his clothes were rumpled like he hadn't changed since yesterday.
"Did you get any sleep?" She asked, slowly taking a sip of her milk.
He looked away embarrassed, not understanding why he could be so worried about her. Sure, a little worry should of sprouted up from her head getting banged up, but as soon as he found out she was okay, he should have felt better about it. Right?
"Did you?" She gently laid her hand on top of his own, and he quickly snatched it away, still not looking at her.
"No." He decided on the truth, as he got up, deciding he wasn't hungry like he originally thought he was. And, he busied himself with putting the Doritos away as she watched him.
"Are you okay?"'
His eyes snapped to hers as she asked this, "I'm BLOODY fine. What's it to you?"
She sighed, "William..."
He paused, his eyes narrowing as he hissed, "Don't call me that."
She stood up angrily after he said this, "I'm TRYING to be nice to you. Why are you fucking acting this way? Everyone else in the house calls you William. Why can't I?" She walked towards him, her green eyes narrowed into slits. "WHAT is your problem?!"
"YOU!" He yelled, flinging his hands up in the air in an angry gesture. "Are you happy now? Now you know the bloody fucking root of my problem. It's you, Summers."
She looked at him curiously, taking a step towards him, "What do you mean?"
"What do you bloody mean WHAT do I mean?" He hissed, taking a step closer to her. "You blame me for something that's not my fault. You..." He sighed, his eyes softening once more. "You scare me half to death. I mean bloody fucking hell, you were trying to rip the IV's out of your arm in the hospital."
"Hospitals and Buffy...kinda always been unmixy things." She said, looking down. "I'm sorry."
He shook his head, "It's fine, pet. Don't...just don't worry about it."
"I'm sorry I scared you so much. I didn't know...well I didn't even know you REALLY cared for me. I thought the whole Riley thing was just for fun, you know, to get your kicks. Ruin my life." She sighed. "Just, the Faith thing has made the negativity vibes go into overload, you know?"
He sighed, a half smirk appearing on his face, "Yeah I know. I broke up with the bint."
"I think it's the best choice you've ever made." She smiled.
He playfully punched her in the arm, "Bitch."
"Asshole." She responded quickly, a playfulness shining in her eyes.
"Whore."
"Loser."
"That the bloody best you can come up with?"
"Oh, you're asking for it. Aren't you?"
TBC...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: Sorry, no disclaimer this time kiddies. If I think of one in time, I'll insert it here.
AN: I know I told some people I was going to do the scene with "A lot of Buffy characters" in this chapter, but I changed my mind. I haven't had much time to write. So, this is what I ended up coming up with. I hope you enjoy!
Chapter Eight: Unmixy Things
Her head was pounding, it felt like someone had dropped a cement block on it. And, Buffy cringed, her brain trying to function and register what was going on as she hesitantly opened one eye. She immediately regretted it, for the blinding white light assaulted her senses and the pain of the it shot right to her brain, giving her an even worse headache. She groaned.
"Buffy?"
She tried to register where the voice was coming from, but everything seemed to blur together, and made her head pound more. She groaned once again.
"Oh god, Buffy."
That voice...NOW it sounded familiar. And, she hesitantly tried opening an eye again, only to come face to face with Spike. And, that's when everything came back to her. The fight, Spike being a jerk...She turned her head away in disgust.
"Stay away from me." Her voice was horse, and speaking made her head pound worse. "And why the fuck am I in a hospital?" She spoke the last sentence, the familiar scent of Neosporin and disinfectant everywhere. She HATED hospitals.
"Riley. He bloody hit you-" Spike started.
"And YOU started the fight. Riley hitting me was an accident. I know it was." She spoke, groaning. "Someone turn off the lights."
"Buffy," He spoke. "Luv, I'm sorry. It's just, I mean around him in a skirt like that...I just..." Spike let himself trail off, leaning his head against the wall his chair was up against.
"Where's my mom?" She spoke quickly, her voice becoming shaky as she thought back to the last time she was in a hospital. It was when her cousin, her best friend, Cecilia had died.
The two had spent the first eight years of their lives always together, whether they were fighting or playing, they had always been together. Inseparable, as their mother's had called them. But, a few weeks after Cecilia's eighth birthday, she had caught a deadly case of the flu, leaving her hospital-bound until the night of her death a week later.
A sob caught in her throat at the thought of her dearly missed cousin, and Buffy turned more on her side, not wanting Spike to see she was crying. But, her sniffles and the motion of her shoulders shaking indicated right away that she was upset.
Forgetting about her question right away, Spike immediately put his hand on her shaking shoulder, she shrugged it off. "Luv, what's wrong..." He looked down at the petite blonde, concerned. "Please don't cry..." He never knew what to do when girl's cried. He even had a hard time comforting his own sister when she cried, so how should this be any different?
"I hate hospitals. Spike," She finally looked over at him. "I wanna go home. Please." She grabbed him by his overcoat. "Please take me home."
"Pet, shhh." He hesitantly patted her on the shoulder. "Calm down. It's okay. The hospital will make you better. Riley did a good number on your head. And your mum is on her way. Don't worry."
"I can't be here." She tried to sit up, only to fall right back down on the soft pillows while clutching her head in pain. "Get me out!"
"Buffy." He put his hand on her shoulder, stilling her. "Luv, it's okay. Calm down. Pet, please." He looked like he was also going to panic from Buffy's near-panic attack, not knowing what to do.
Tears were now streaming down her smooth cheeks, as she set her sights on the IV in her wrist, attempting to pull it out. Spike immediately grabbed her hand. "Buffy. Don't."
She looked up at him, her wide hazel eyes once again filling with tears, "I have to get out, Spike! Get me out!"
"Buffy," He grabbed her shoulder, stilling her. "Please. The hospital will get you better. Please calm down."
She collapsed into sobs once again, this time falling into his arms, her tears wetting his shirt as she cried. And tensely, Spike wrapped his arms around the sobbing girl, patting her on the back in which he hoped was a comforting gesture.
The door squeaking signaled that someone was entering the room, and Spike sighed, relieved, when he saw his best friend and bandmate, Oz, enter.
The bass player's eyebrow immediately shot up as he took in the sobbing girl on Spike's chest. The bleached-blonde just shrugged, rubbing his hand up and down on Buffy's back. And she hiccoughed, her sobs dying down a little.
And, realizing who she was crying on, she immediately pulled away, not even noticing Oz as she turned away from the bleached-blonde. And, Spike sighed, getting up to follow Oz out who had motioned for him to follow.
But before he left, he hissed a warning to the blonde, "Buffy, you try to hurt yourself. Rip IV's out of your arms or ANYTHING. I will personally take those IV's and shove them in your eyes."
And, with that he left the room, following the bass player whose newly blue-dyed hair made a dramatic appearance under the bright lights of the hospital.
"What happened in there?" Oz asked once the two reached the hallway, and Spike shrugged, not realizing his hands were shaking until he reached into his pockets for his cell-phone. He needed to call Joyce again. She HAD to get here soon. Also, realizing Spike was shaking Oz asked, "Are you okay, buddy?"
"Fine." Spike replied a little too quickly, swallowing heavily. "She just freaked in there. Trying to pull her IV's out. I don't know." He reached for his phone, trying unsuccessfully to pull it out of his pocket, for his hands were shaking too violently.
"Dude, I think you should sit down." Oz indicated to a chair sitting against the wall. Spike immediately dropped into the chair, running his hands through his now-curly bleached-blonde hair. He once again dug through his pocket, reaching in and grabbing the cell phone. And flinging it open, he pressed the redial button, home was the last place he called. But, he immediately hung up the phone when he saw his sister, his father, Joyce and Dawn coming towards him.
"Is Buffy okay?" Joyce asked, obvious worry for her eldest daughter.
"She," Spike started, than paused swallowing, his voice wavering. "She panicked, trying to pull the IV out of her arm and..."
Joyce, obviously panicked, ran into the room where Buffy was being held followed by Dawn and Drusilla, but Giles stayed behind, his brow creased in worry for his son.
"William, are you okay?"
"Dad. I'm fine." He was shaking more violently now, and he stared straight ahead, not wanting to look at his best friend or his father.
"I think she freaked him out." Oz spoke, stating the obvious as he looked at his best friend in concern. "Should I get a nurse or something?"
"I'm fine." Spike snapped, looking over at his best friend, than his father. "I'm bloody fine...Just leave me alone."
And with that he stalked away to the waiting room, leaving a worried teenager and middle-aged man to stare after him.
****
Buffy stayed in the hospital another night, mainly left for observation by the doctors before being released the next day. She had received a mild concussion from Riley, nothing too bad thankfully, and she was back to her normal self by the time she came home, immediately rushing to the phone and calling Willow. Afterall, she had to plan for the big event which was only a week away: Her birthday.
Unfortunately, after the phone rang about twenty times, Buffy realized her friend was not home. And, she ended up in the kitchen instead, immediately pulling out a box of graham crackers and a glass of milk for a snack, only to be disturbed by her soon-to-be step-brother coming into the kitchen.
She ignored him as he looked at her, worry etched on his face.
"I must of apologized about 800 bloody times right now. Will you give it up, Buffy? I'm bloody fucking sorry, okay?" He hissed, opening a cabinet and grabbing a bag of Doritos, only to slam the cabinet shut once again, startling Buffy.
"Geez." She hissed. "Why are you so pissed off about this?"
"WHY?!" He turned towards her, the bag of Doritos being slammed onto the island in the kitchen. "RILEY hit you. And, who was the one who took you to the hospital? HE hasn't even fucking called to see if you're alright! DOESN'T that BLOODY say something!"
She shrunk back a little at his sudden outburst, her voice barely a whisper as she asked, "Were you that worried about me?"
His icy blue eyes softened at the innocent question as he took a seat next to her at the island, "Yes." There was no doubting he was telling the truth as his soft blue eyes searched her sea-green ones.
Yet, once the staring became too intense, Spike immediately dropped his head in his hands, running his calloused fingers through his curly bleached-hair.
And, for the first time that day she realized how tired he looked. His hair wasn't gelled and apparently combed all day, there were large bluish bags under his eyes, and his clothes were rumpled like he hadn't changed since yesterday.
"Did you get any sleep?" She asked, slowly taking a sip of her milk.
He looked away embarrassed, not understanding why he could be so worried about her. Sure, a little worry should of sprouted up from her head getting banged up, but as soon as he found out she was okay, he should have felt better about it. Right?
"Did you?" She gently laid her hand on top of his own, and he quickly snatched it away, still not looking at her.
"No." He decided on the truth, as he got up, deciding he wasn't hungry like he originally thought he was. And, he busied himself with putting the Doritos away as she watched him.
"Are you okay?"'
His eyes snapped to hers as she asked this, "I'm BLOODY fine. What's it to you?"
She sighed, "William..."
He paused, his eyes narrowing as he hissed, "Don't call me that."
She stood up angrily after he said this, "I'm TRYING to be nice to you. Why are you fucking acting this way? Everyone else in the house calls you William. Why can't I?" She walked towards him, her green eyes narrowed into slits. "WHAT is your problem?!"
"YOU!" He yelled, flinging his hands up in the air in an angry gesture. "Are you happy now? Now you know the bloody fucking root of my problem. It's you, Summers."
She looked at him curiously, taking a step towards him, "What do you mean?"
"What do you bloody mean WHAT do I mean?" He hissed, taking a step closer to her. "You blame me for something that's not my fault. You..." He sighed, his eyes softening once more. "You scare me half to death. I mean bloody fucking hell, you were trying to rip the IV's out of your arm in the hospital."
"Hospitals and Buffy...kinda always been unmixy things." She said, looking down. "I'm sorry."
He shook his head, "It's fine, pet. Don't...just don't worry about it."
"I'm sorry I scared you so much. I didn't know...well I didn't even know you REALLY cared for me. I thought the whole Riley thing was just for fun, you know, to get your kicks. Ruin my life." She sighed. "Just, the Faith thing has made the negativity vibes go into overload, you know?"
He sighed, a half smirk appearing on his face, "Yeah I know. I broke up with the bint."
"I think it's the best choice you've ever made." She smiled.
He playfully punched her in the arm, "Bitch."
"Asshole." She responded quickly, a playfulness shining in her eyes.
"Whore."
"Loser."
"That the bloody best you can come up with?"
"Oh, you're asking for it. Aren't you?"
TBC...PLEASE REVIEW!