Chapter 2.
Buffy silently thanked Willow for cutting the argument short. She so didn't want to deal with Spike right now.
'England, originally, but now we live in the English settlement of Port Royal.' Elizabeth told the group in answer to Willow's question.
'And I'm guessing not the same era as us,' Willow grinned.
'Almost certainly not. I mean, no offence, but I've never seen people dress like you, not even pirates. Ladies never wear trousers where we live; it's almost an unwritten law. Women who are respectable wear skirts.'
'Yeah, well, things are different here,' said Dawn. Everyone jumped; the Scooby gang had forgotten she was there, and the new arrivals didn't know.
'I don't think we were introduced,' Elizabeth said, smiling at Dawn.
'I'm Buffy's sister, Dawn,' Dawn informed her, coldly looking at Buffy. 'It doesn't surprise me that I wasn't introduced.
'Not now, Dawn,' Buffy sighed.
'I'm going home,' huffed Dawn, getting to her feet and starting towards the door.
'You can't go on your own.'
'Buffy, I'm fifteen! I can take care of myself! Oh, wait, I forgot. I can't be trusted can I?'
'Dawn, it's not that, I-'
'Forget it. I'm going home.' Dawn was out of the door before anyone could stop her.
'She's.not one for socialising,' Buffy said in way of explanation.
There was a beat of silence, and then Will Turner spoke for the first time.
'Has anyone got any idea about how we got here?' he said. His English accented voice was soft, warm and velvety, like melted chocolate. It matched his deep brown eyes. Buffy had to swallow once before answering; he seemed to have an effect on her.
'Well, I haven't got any ideas.um, Will? Have you?' she turned to Willow, who shook her head.
'I guess you'll have to stay with us till we figure it out, then,' Willow grinned. Buffy couldn't help but smile at the redhead's suggestion.
'Sounds like a fair idea,' Jack said, staring at the two girls again. Buffy and Willow rolled their eyes at each other, then grinned.
'Come on. We'll set up extra beds so there's room for us all,' said Buffy, heading out the door.
*
'I may be gay, but that Will guy - cutie patootie or what?' Willow giggled as she helped Buffy set up the sofa for Jack to sleep on.
'Willow!' Buffy laughed. 'He's taken!'
'We don't know that! Him and Elizabeth could have just been holding hands because.they were scared.'
'Will, I saw them kissing in your room just a minute ago.'
'Friendly kissing. He so has it bad for you.'
'He does not. We barely know each other. And since when do you stick your tongue down your friend's throat?'
'Point taken. It's a shame though. He seems really sweet.'
Buffy sighed. 'Yeah. But hey, it's no big. I don't think I'm ready for a relationship yet anyway. Post dead and all.'
Willow blushed and hastily changed the subject. 'So, are you going patrolling tonight?' she said. Buffy shrugged.
'I really should, because it's been busy lately, but I don't wanna leave you and Dawn to settle Jack, Will and Elizabeth in on your own.'
'We can cope. I'll give Xander a call and he can help us. You go patrol. We don't want to be over-run with Vamps do we?'
Buffy grinned. 'I guess. I won't be gone long though.'
'Ok.'
So that night after supper, Buffy slipped out the back door to go patrolling. She didn't have to go far before she found some vampires.
'Slayer, where's Spike?' said one of the three.
'Ok, you're asking me that because.why?' Buffy said, annoyed.
'You're Spike's friend, you should know where he is,' stated another vampire as if he was talking to a child. Buffy clenched her fists.
'Me? Spike's friend? Really not. Can we fight now?'
Shrugging, one vampire lunged at her, aiming a punch at her face. She caught his fist, flipped him over and staked him without even thinking about it. The other two vampires growled and started to run away, but Buffy grabbed their collars, bashed their heads together and staked them too.
'Hm. That wasn't much fun. I didn't even break a sweat,' she pouted.
After about half an hour, Buffy decided she had fought enough for one night and went home. When she got in, Willow was looking distraught and Xander was looking amused.
'What's up?' Buffy grinned. Willow pointed at Jack, who was tugging at a cupboard door trying to open it.
'He's looking for rum,' she explained. Buffy laughed and went over to Jack.
'Jack? We don't have any rum,' she said. Jack looked at her uncomprehendingly.
'No rum?' he repeated.
'We're too bug on the drink in this house.'
Jack's face fell, as a child's would if Christmas was cancelled. Buffy had to bite her lip to stop herself from laughing out loud at him.
'I'll just be going now,' Xander said, taking the opportunity to leave.
'Bye, Xand.'
'Talk to you tomorrow.'
'I'm going to bed, Buff. If you don't mind,' Willow added once Xander had left.
'Go ahead,' Buffy smiled.
'There's really no rum?' Jack said quietly. Buffy grinned at him.
'Sorry, no.'
Dispirited, Jack slumped onto his makeshift bed and stared at the carpet in disbelief. Buffy couldn't help but feel sorry for the forlorn character, so she fetched a bottle of red wine from the kitchen.
'This is about the only alcohol we have,' she grinned, 'but seeing as you're a guest, we may a well open it.'
Jack's eyes lit up and he got to his feet.
'And would ye be joinin' me?' he said. Buffy thought for a second, then smiled.
'Why not? I'll get some glasses.'
'No need, I'll swig it from the bottle.'
'You might, but I won't!'
'Can we go outside, though? I'm not a great one for bein' cooped up.'
'Sure.'
Buffy grabbed herself a glass and a corkscrew to open the bottle with and led Jack out into the garden.
*
'Sounds fun, actually!' Jack laughed.
'What? Singing and dancing till you spontaneously combust?' Buffy gurgled, tears of laughter streaming down her cheeks. Jack grinned at her.
'I wouldn' have minded dancin' with you till we burnt,' he said, trying to creep his hand onto the Slayer's shoulder.
'Are you trying to seduce me, Mr Sparrow?' Buffy slurred, reminding Jack of the time he spent a night on a desert island with Elizabeth Swann. Buffy forced herself not to fall under the spell of Jack's brown eyes by taking a long swig from the wine bottle. Her glass lay forgotten a few feet away.
Suddenly, feather-light fingers touched the base of Buffy's neck, making her nearly drop the bottle. The fingers, rough but gentle, trailed along her jaw, carefully gripped her chin and turned her head. Before Buffy really knew what was going on, her lips were pressed to Jacks and she was breathing in his scent - a tangy mixture of sea salt, wine and sweat.
Eventually, they broke apart. Buffy frowned, confused by what had just happened. She didn't feel that way for Jack, so why had she let herself kiss him? Jack, on the other hand, seemed completely undisturbed by the kiss. He just took the bottle of wine from Buffy and finished off the last mouthful.
'What just happened there?' Buffy said. Jack shrugged.
'We kissed. Why?'
'Why did we kiss, though?'
'Human nature, luv. Didn' ye like it?'
Buffy didn't reply. Instead, she got to her feet and started back towards the house. Jack got up too and took her arm.
'No hard feelings, eh? It was just a drunken kiss, nothin' more.'
Maybe it was the wine making her more sensitive, but this off-hand comment made Buffy's blood boil. She span round to face Jack.
'Sorry, but I don't do drunken kisses. You shouldn't have taken advantage of me like that!' she hissed. Then, without another word, she stalked into the house, leaving Jack completely flabbergasted in the dark garden.
*
A/N: Some of this chapter is a bit OOC, but I couldn't work it any other way. Sorry! Also, I'm going back to school next week, so updates will be fewer.
Buffy silently thanked Willow for cutting the argument short. She so didn't want to deal with Spike right now.
'England, originally, but now we live in the English settlement of Port Royal.' Elizabeth told the group in answer to Willow's question.
'And I'm guessing not the same era as us,' Willow grinned.
'Almost certainly not. I mean, no offence, but I've never seen people dress like you, not even pirates. Ladies never wear trousers where we live; it's almost an unwritten law. Women who are respectable wear skirts.'
'Yeah, well, things are different here,' said Dawn. Everyone jumped; the Scooby gang had forgotten she was there, and the new arrivals didn't know.
'I don't think we were introduced,' Elizabeth said, smiling at Dawn.
'I'm Buffy's sister, Dawn,' Dawn informed her, coldly looking at Buffy. 'It doesn't surprise me that I wasn't introduced.
'Not now, Dawn,' Buffy sighed.
'I'm going home,' huffed Dawn, getting to her feet and starting towards the door.
'You can't go on your own.'
'Buffy, I'm fifteen! I can take care of myself! Oh, wait, I forgot. I can't be trusted can I?'
'Dawn, it's not that, I-'
'Forget it. I'm going home.' Dawn was out of the door before anyone could stop her.
'She's.not one for socialising,' Buffy said in way of explanation.
There was a beat of silence, and then Will Turner spoke for the first time.
'Has anyone got any idea about how we got here?' he said. His English accented voice was soft, warm and velvety, like melted chocolate. It matched his deep brown eyes. Buffy had to swallow once before answering; he seemed to have an effect on her.
'Well, I haven't got any ideas.um, Will? Have you?' she turned to Willow, who shook her head.
'I guess you'll have to stay with us till we figure it out, then,' Willow grinned. Buffy couldn't help but smile at the redhead's suggestion.
'Sounds like a fair idea,' Jack said, staring at the two girls again. Buffy and Willow rolled their eyes at each other, then grinned.
'Come on. We'll set up extra beds so there's room for us all,' said Buffy, heading out the door.
*
'I may be gay, but that Will guy - cutie patootie or what?' Willow giggled as she helped Buffy set up the sofa for Jack to sleep on.
'Willow!' Buffy laughed. 'He's taken!'
'We don't know that! Him and Elizabeth could have just been holding hands because.they were scared.'
'Will, I saw them kissing in your room just a minute ago.'
'Friendly kissing. He so has it bad for you.'
'He does not. We barely know each other. And since when do you stick your tongue down your friend's throat?'
'Point taken. It's a shame though. He seems really sweet.'
Buffy sighed. 'Yeah. But hey, it's no big. I don't think I'm ready for a relationship yet anyway. Post dead and all.'
Willow blushed and hastily changed the subject. 'So, are you going patrolling tonight?' she said. Buffy shrugged.
'I really should, because it's been busy lately, but I don't wanna leave you and Dawn to settle Jack, Will and Elizabeth in on your own.'
'We can cope. I'll give Xander a call and he can help us. You go patrol. We don't want to be over-run with Vamps do we?'
Buffy grinned. 'I guess. I won't be gone long though.'
'Ok.'
So that night after supper, Buffy slipped out the back door to go patrolling. She didn't have to go far before she found some vampires.
'Slayer, where's Spike?' said one of the three.
'Ok, you're asking me that because.why?' Buffy said, annoyed.
'You're Spike's friend, you should know where he is,' stated another vampire as if he was talking to a child. Buffy clenched her fists.
'Me? Spike's friend? Really not. Can we fight now?'
Shrugging, one vampire lunged at her, aiming a punch at her face. She caught his fist, flipped him over and staked him without even thinking about it. The other two vampires growled and started to run away, but Buffy grabbed their collars, bashed their heads together and staked them too.
'Hm. That wasn't much fun. I didn't even break a sweat,' she pouted.
After about half an hour, Buffy decided she had fought enough for one night and went home. When she got in, Willow was looking distraught and Xander was looking amused.
'What's up?' Buffy grinned. Willow pointed at Jack, who was tugging at a cupboard door trying to open it.
'He's looking for rum,' she explained. Buffy laughed and went over to Jack.
'Jack? We don't have any rum,' she said. Jack looked at her uncomprehendingly.
'No rum?' he repeated.
'We're too bug on the drink in this house.'
Jack's face fell, as a child's would if Christmas was cancelled. Buffy had to bite her lip to stop herself from laughing out loud at him.
'I'll just be going now,' Xander said, taking the opportunity to leave.
'Bye, Xand.'
'Talk to you tomorrow.'
'I'm going to bed, Buff. If you don't mind,' Willow added once Xander had left.
'Go ahead,' Buffy smiled.
'There's really no rum?' Jack said quietly. Buffy grinned at him.
'Sorry, no.'
Dispirited, Jack slumped onto his makeshift bed and stared at the carpet in disbelief. Buffy couldn't help but feel sorry for the forlorn character, so she fetched a bottle of red wine from the kitchen.
'This is about the only alcohol we have,' she grinned, 'but seeing as you're a guest, we may a well open it.'
Jack's eyes lit up and he got to his feet.
'And would ye be joinin' me?' he said. Buffy thought for a second, then smiled.
'Why not? I'll get some glasses.'
'No need, I'll swig it from the bottle.'
'You might, but I won't!'
'Can we go outside, though? I'm not a great one for bein' cooped up.'
'Sure.'
Buffy grabbed herself a glass and a corkscrew to open the bottle with and led Jack out into the garden.
*
'Sounds fun, actually!' Jack laughed.
'What? Singing and dancing till you spontaneously combust?' Buffy gurgled, tears of laughter streaming down her cheeks. Jack grinned at her.
'I wouldn' have minded dancin' with you till we burnt,' he said, trying to creep his hand onto the Slayer's shoulder.
'Are you trying to seduce me, Mr Sparrow?' Buffy slurred, reminding Jack of the time he spent a night on a desert island with Elizabeth Swann. Buffy forced herself not to fall under the spell of Jack's brown eyes by taking a long swig from the wine bottle. Her glass lay forgotten a few feet away.
Suddenly, feather-light fingers touched the base of Buffy's neck, making her nearly drop the bottle. The fingers, rough but gentle, trailed along her jaw, carefully gripped her chin and turned her head. Before Buffy really knew what was going on, her lips were pressed to Jacks and she was breathing in his scent - a tangy mixture of sea salt, wine and sweat.
Eventually, they broke apart. Buffy frowned, confused by what had just happened. She didn't feel that way for Jack, so why had she let herself kiss him? Jack, on the other hand, seemed completely undisturbed by the kiss. He just took the bottle of wine from Buffy and finished off the last mouthful.
'What just happened there?' Buffy said. Jack shrugged.
'We kissed. Why?'
'Why did we kiss, though?'
'Human nature, luv. Didn' ye like it?'
Buffy didn't reply. Instead, she got to her feet and started back towards the house. Jack got up too and took her arm.
'No hard feelings, eh? It was just a drunken kiss, nothin' more.'
Maybe it was the wine making her more sensitive, but this off-hand comment made Buffy's blood boil. She span round to face Jack.
'Sorry, but I don't do drunken kisses. You shouldn't have taken advantage of me like that!' she hissed. Then, without another word, she stalked into the house, leaving Jack completely flabbergasted in the dark garden.
*
A/N: Some of this chapter is a bit OOC, but I couldn't work it any other way. Sorry! Also, I'm going back to school next week, so updates will be fewer.