Clash

A/N: Thank you soooo much for the reviews! I appreciate it so much! It makes me write faster!

Disclaimer: Don't own anything..... but someday I will own a Spikebot lol!

Rating: Pg13 for now....

Summary: Buffy is forced to live in England with her mom's friend Giles and his son Spike in England, while she is at a gallery convention in New York. What happens when the English badboy and the American sweetheart take hatred and passion to a whole new level? Spike wants to show Buffy all England Has. B/S.

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When Buffy got off the plane she felt sick. She had never been on a plane before, and with the noise, and the constant turning and straightness she felt the need to throw up. Also, those peanuts she hated, and any Chevy Chase movie that played was definetely not on her favorites list. But, she was thankful that she was off it, and that the Giles guy didn't start any conversations with her. She gasped at the site of the new city she was now standing in.

As she looked around at the horizon the wonders and beauties of this whole new world was sinking into her. She looked around for Giles' son, but saw no one left for them. She decided she might ask.

" So Mr. Giles, when am I going to meet your son?" Buffy asked. She really didn't want to, but any normal teenage life that she could possibley strike up a friendship with, maybe someone who could show her around, and tell her the best shopping stores and malls, then she would try to get along with him.

" Oh, William is waiting at home. You'll meet him when we arrive. I told him to stay home, and turn down his music, and tidy up a bit' before you arrive." Giles said picking up her suitcase and heading towards the car.

" Okay. What is your son like?" Buffy asked as they entered the car and started driving. She stared out her window at the wonderful landscaping and colors of the trees. It was beautiful. Nothing like back home.

" Well he's not a bloody thing like me is for sure. An attitude, ego, and the bloody awful music he listens to. Thats not music, its meaningless sounds is what it is." Giles retorted. Buffy thought she would be silent for the rest of the way.

She looked at people, how they were dressed, the little cafe's and shops. She thought this was a plus, because black is totally in this season, she thought. They suddenly stopped their car at a big, but quaint, tan house with brown trimming. 'Cute' she thought. Giles grabbed her bag and they started in the house.

Buffy stepped in the nicely furnished house and made it to the living room before Giles started to shout for his son. "William! Get your hightail up here now!" He yelled at the blasting punk rock music coming from the basement. The boy came running from the stairs and gaped as he saw Buffy, and she stood there, wide-eyed at him. He was magnificent.

His black, tight shirt outlining his muscular chest and fit body, black jeans clinging to his legs, his gelled back blonde died hair, and piercing blue eyes that seemed to entrance Buffy, until she was lost in them. He had that badboy, punk-rocker look going for him, and she didn't mind. Definetely a babe. _____

He walked up to her and gaped at the new arrival in his house. Her green forest eyes, blonde bouncy hair, and perfect body stopped him in his tracks. This was going to be worth the stay, he thought as he noticed her staring. ______

" There you are William!" Giles screamed.

" Dad! I told you not to call me that! William's a wanker name." He replied sourly. He took a step forward and introduced himself. "Hey, luv. I'm William, but call me Spike. Everyone does." Spike said cooly. Buffy pried her mouth shut to speak.

" Spike?... Interesting but inventive. I'm Buffy." Buffy said extending her hand for him to shake, but he just stared at it until she flew it back to her side.

" Americans." Spike said walking back into his basement and giving her a smirk. Loud music came blasting up again. Buffy sighed.

" Right, no hand shaking, make a note of that." Buffy said smacking her forehead.

" Turn that down son! I'm not telling you again!" Shouted Giles in frustration. He walked over to Buffy. " I'm sorry about that, come,let me show you your room." Giles said signaling for her to follow. He walked up the stairs into a white, medium- sized room. Pieces of art hung on the room. There was a small closet, no way was she fitting her clothes in that small thing, she thought to herself. Giles put her suitcase on her bed and walked off. She walked over to the bed.

" Perfect, just Perfect!" She muttered to herself falling back on her bed. She heard a deep English voice in front of her, and immediately sat up to see Spike again.

" So, luv? Bored here already? Or did my dear old dad tire you out?" Spike smirked.

" Wow! You mean theres actually something interesting to do here?!" Buffy commented back bitterly.

" Theres a lot of 'interesting' things I could show you here, pet." Spike said eyeing her.

" Pervert!" Buffy yelled walking to her door.

" And don't you love it?" Spike replied.

" Incredible." Buffy sighed deeply.

" What?" Spike asked.

" I'v only been here 10 minutes and you've already managed to annoy the hell out of me! This is going to be one fun visit." Buffy yelled slamming the door in his face. She walked over to her suitcase and decided to unpack now.

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A while later, Buffy managed to unpack everything and make the room Buffy- friendly. It was covered with colors, books, make-up, clothes, and pink pillows and matching comforter. Now thats what she called a room. She wanted to call her friends so badly, and she had promised she would. Besides, she needed some cheering up. Since she was in another persons house, she decided to be nice and ask first. She walked out of her room and searched the house for Mr. Giles...but couldn't find him. She sighed heavily and knew she had only one choice left: ask Spike. She followed the booming music down the stairs to the basement.

She walked in, and saw a black comforter, cd's scattered all around, and posters of rock bands. No Spike, however. She walked in further and started to look at his stuff when she jumped seeing him enter the room with no shirt on, just his black jeans. Buffy tore her eyes away from him.

" Bloody hell woman! What are you soddin' doing in my room?!" Spike yelled shocked to find her in his room, looking at his stuff.

" Chill! I was just asking if I could use your phone to call my friends, and check how my mom was doing in New York. I couldn't find your dad, and I heard your music so.." Buffy rambled on dropping his magazine out of her hands.

" Right then. Dad's out. And you can use the phone, here use mine." Spike said pointing to the black phone next to his bed. She shook her head and walked over to it, sitting down on his bed, and picking up the phone and dialing, not taking her eyes off the bleached blonde in the room.

" Hello?" A voice came over the phone.

" Hey Cordy! I have so much to tell you!" Buffy screamed hearing her friends voice.

" Buffy! Hey girl! Now spill, fashion, house, boys." Cordelia jumped in anticipation.

" Uh...yeah. The fashion is fab here! The house is nice, and the boys are... intreging." Buffy said glaring at Spike. He let out a slight laugh. "Hold on Cordy." Buffy said giving him an eye." What is your deal?! Are you listening on my conversations!" Buffy fumed.

" Couldn't help it, pet. Being right infront of you and all, I forgot to turn off my hearing. And besides, you sound a little superficial." Spike snorted.

" Want me to throw you somewhere else so you won't hear what I say? And I am not superficial you ignorant ass!" Buffy shouted.

" Think you could throw me? Your out of your mind!" Spike said. Buffy got up and rested the phone on his bed.

" Might be...but you'll just have to find out won't you?" Buffy glared.

" Are all Americans like you? Or are you just the crazy one?" Spike shouted back.

" I must be crazy to stand here and listen to you ramble on!" Buffy yelled. This guy was going to have one hell of a black eye if he kept this up, she thought.

" I don't see you bloody leaving!" Spike screamed.

" Well see this!" Buffy yelled tackling him to the floor, her on top of him. He yanked her hair to get off of him.

" Soddin' bint! Get off!" He yelled in her face.

" Dirtbag!" She said poking him in the eye. He began to curse under his breath.

"Ow! Bloody hell!" He screamed. She finally got off. They glared at eachother wildly.

" I'm going!" Buffy yelled making her way to the stairs. "Oh, and did anyone ever tell you you fight like a girl!" Buffy screamed playfully dodging the pillow he threw at her. She ran up the stairs. She almost got to her room when she realized something: Cordelia was still on the phone! Alone with Spike! In his room! She screamed and ran down the stairs in lightening speed only to find Spike talking to Cordelia.

" Buffy...oh Buffy!" Spike moaned faking pleasure from her.

"Spike!" Buffy yelled.

" Buffy not now! Keep your hands off me while I try to talk to your friend!" Spike moaned again.

" Get off the phone!" Buffy screamed.

" I will soon, be patient luv. You can have me all night!" Spike sighed into the phone. Buffy could hear Cordelia's voice on the other line.

" Buffy! What are you doing? Spike? What!" She yelled in confusion.

" Step away from the phone! I'm warning you!" Buffy yelled grasping her fists.

" Or you'll do what?! Buffy I'm getting tired come on, get off! Oh..you know exactly where to touch me." Spike screamed. Buffy screamed in rage and jumped on the bed, wrestling him for the phone.

" I warned you!" She yelled. He was too strong, however, and he simply lifted her off of him in the air, flipping her upside down on his bed. He held her hands down above her head, she couldn't move.

" Looks like I won, pet." Spike laughed. She smiled.

" Not even!" She yelled kneeing him in the gut and sent him bending over in agony, until he fell on top of her. She reached back and grabbed the phone almost managing to bring it to her ear until Spike grabbed her hand.

They both breathed heavily. She pulled the phone to her ear, about to talk, still glaring at him. Spike had an idea. He leaned down and kissed her. Before she realized what she was doing, she was kissing him back. Suddenly, he stopped and pushed her away from him. Still breathing heavily.

He walked over to her, grabbed her waist to him, and grabbed the phone out of her hands, hanging it up, and threw it on his bed. He leaned down to her ear and whispered two words while she closed her eyes: "Get out." He said. She looked at him in embarrassment and ran up the stairs, not stopping till' she got to her room, and locked the door behind her.

She flung herself onto her bed, sobbing and cursing herself in her head slightly. 'What was she thinking?! How could she face him again?!' She made it up to herself to lie, and deny it, even under escrushiating torture and pain.