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Summary: AU fiction, based on the movie "The Breakfast Club". A ragtag bunch of teens sentenced to a day of Saturday in detention together in one room, though they barely can stand each other; Spike, Buffy, Willow, Anya, and Xander. During that time, they bare each other's souls and discover love. Well, did y'all expect anything more from me? ;)

Disclaimer: Blah, bliddity blah. I don't own anything, Joss Whedon owns all BTVS characters, I am poor as ass and only own the clothes on my back. John Hughes, the wonderful God of 80's teen flicks, owns "The Breakfast Club". *sigh*

A/n: Yay! New chapter! I wrote another chappy so quick, cause, well, I just love this story and I can't wait to continue. It makes me all warm and gooey inside. I hope everyone likes everything so far, but please review cause it makes me wanna write chapters much more quickly. And by the way, the rating will go no higher than PG-13. Though I usually write smut, smut, smut, the movie didn't have much sex scenes, well any in fact, and I don't think any hardcore scenes would fit into my story, either. But we'll see lol cause a surprise smut chapter might make it's way inside ;)

And here we go . . .

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+Chapter 1+

Sighing dramatically, Buffy flounced into the Sunnydale school library, furtively noting she was among the first ones in there for the detention. She groaned, flipping back her mane of blonde hair and flopping down into a first row seat. Behind her sat a red headed girl, avidly reading a book; she searched her mind for her name, as one of her friends had used that geek as a tutor or something.

It was a tree or something, Buffy knew. *Maple? Petunia? Umm, shit was it is . . . Willy? Willow! That's it.*

Buffy studiously avoided the gaze of the red head and instead focused on her new fake nails.

Xander was the next to storm into the room, his dark eyes angry and his mouth set into a grim line. His face softened slightly though when he saw Buffy Summers seated at one of the wooden chairs in the first row of desks, absently picking at her nails. Buffy and him were from the same group of friends, so they knew each other quite well.

"Can I sit here?" he asked softly to Buffy, and she started. She smiled when she saw Xander and nodded, and he dropped down onto the chair.

Buffy crossed her arms, bored already, though semi-glad she had at least one person that was cool in the room. Willow sighed and prayed that today would be as relatively painless as possible. Xander scratched his head, feeling hungry.

Spike was the next to saunter into the library, full of cocky attitude. He held a presence that called to attention everyone in the room. He grabbed some flyers off the library counter, pushed over a stack of magazines arranged on a nearby shelf, and didn't pause once. His gaze flickered upward to assess the situation. Brainy chick, second row, red headed, was in his Science class. Not that he ever went anyways. She looked a bit worried that he was in detention with her.

Some meaty jock in the first row, Spike smirked, the school football star. A Xander Harris, who was now in a staring competition with Spike. Spike held his gaze for a few seconds but got bored and rolled his eyes instead. It was the petite girl beside Xander that caught his attention. Buffy Summers, school princess, beautiful Prom Queen. Who would have thought she'd be in Saturday detention? Spike grinned inwardly, as she gave him a head-to-toe sweep with her eyes, and came out with a disdainful snort. Today was sure to be interesting.

He sauntered to the second row behind Buffy, giving the brainy girl a look. Her eyes went wide and she picked up her books hurriedly and scurried off to a seat across the room. He held in his chuckle, gracefully sliding into the seat and propping up his legs, combat boots sprinkling dirt across the cheap plastic tabletop, sneaking a look at Buffy who was currently trying to pretend that she wasn't doing the same to him. He smirked when she flushed and went back to her nails.

Lastly, Anya Meyers stomped into the library, everyone in the room looking at her as she passed by them in a bundle of black clothes and messy chestnut hair. Anya was the school outcast; she had probably killed someone and had ended up in detention as her punishment; the rumors around the school about her were pretty far-fetched. She huffed as she went to the very last row, away from everyone, dropping all of her books and her bag onto the table and falling into her chair. Buffy's perfect eyebrows were raised and a condescending smile played about her glossed lips, Xander looked at her in interest, though laughing quietly to himself, Willow looked at her with scared eyes, and Spike just smirked and saluted at her.

They all quickly looked to the front though when they heard the glass door open. In walked Principal Snyder, Sunnydale Nazi. His bald head glinted in the bright over head lights. He gave them all a smarmy grin, looking ecstatic that he had the fortune to torture them this early in the morning.

"Well, well. We're all here. I'd like to congratulate everyone on being on time."

He stopped his ascent into the room, clasping his hands in front of him and looking at the five teenagers evilly, pausing on William Bender. He gave William an extra hard look.

Buffy raised her hand primly. "Sir?" Snyder broke his gaze away from Bender to look at the blonde girl seated in the front. "Yes, missy?"

Buffy cleared her throat, trying to widen her eyes as to look sweet and innocent. "Well, sir, I know this is detention. But I don't think I belong in here," she said, sweeping her hand to gesture to the stacks of books and desks. William snorted, and even Xander looked at her, rolling his eyes. Snyder gave her an incredulous look and ignored her question all together. Buffy pouted, as usual. She hated being ignored.

"It is now 8:06. You have exactly nine hours to sit here, and ponder the errors of your ways. Think about what you did." Snyder stated gleefully, walking past the rows of desks. He pulled the chair from under William's feet roughly, where William had carelessly propped them up as soon as Snyder had walked by him. "You will not talk. You will not sleep. You will not move, from these seats. Is that clear, Bender?"

"Crystal," William replied. He crossed his arms behind his bleached head.

Snyder continued walking to the back, until he reached Anya. He pulled out a pencil from his pocket, and placed a sheet of paper in front of her. She watched him with hooded eyes, and Snyder glanced at her without a word. Anya wondered if it was her imagination or if Snyder had looked a little apprehensive about going near her.

He made his way toward Willow, also giving her the same supplies. "You are all to write an essay, no less then a 1000 words. You're going to tell me who you think you are," Snyder outlined, finally giving Buffy her pencil and paper, having passed by everyone else.

"Is this a test?" William asked loudly, and Snyder paused. "When I say essay, I mean essay. Not a single word repeated 1000 times, okay Bender?" William just shrugged and put his legs up on the desk in front of him, tipping his chair back carelessly.

"Good." Snyder said. "Maybe you'll learn something today, people. Maybe you'll even realize whether you want to return here next week. Or ever again." He paused at the front of the room again.

Willow piped up, "Sir, I already know I don't want to come back." She looked at the principal earnestly, Spike rolling his eyes and Buffy making a face at the nerd.

"Shut it, Rosenberg." Snyder said shortly.

Willow quickly closed her mouth and averted her gaze to her blank paper. Snyder rolled his eyes and shook his head slightly.

"My office is right across that hall, kids. Any monkey business is severely ill advised." Snyder said. He glared at Bender again, than glanced around the room. "Any questions?"

"Yeah," said an accented voice. Snyder immediately knew it was Bender. "Pewee Herman called. He wants his suit back. Does he know you raid his wardrobe?" Xander burst into quiet laughter and Buffy smirked. Willow looked at Snyder in surprise, waiting to see what he would say.

"And the answer to that Mr. Bender, next Saturday." Snyder said in immense satisfaction, and William shrugged, still with that irritating smirk on his face. "Don't mess with the bull young man. You'll get the horns."

Snyder gave one last warning glare, and he stalked out of the room, across the hallway and into his office.

William swore under his breath.

A silence filled the library as everyone settled into there seats. William fidgeted, Xander played with his pencil, Buffy pouted, and Willow peered at everyone. Anya was biting her nails. Loudly. Soon the noise traveled to the rest of the room, and everyone turned to look at her. She gazed defiantly back at them, still biting away.

"If you keep eating your nails, your not gunna be hungry for lunch," William said, and Anya spit her nail pieces at him. He grinned. "I've seen you around before you know," giving Anya a look. She ignored him.

William turned back around, sliding off his leather duster to reveal a red button down shirt, opened, with a black T-shirt underneath. He started fidgeting, not believing the fact he had to sit in this room for yet another week. He caught Willow staring at him and he bared his teeth a little. She jumped and quickly looked to the front of the room, William smirking.

Everyone was quiet, having nothing really to say. William decided to break the silence. He crumpled up his lined piece of paper and threw it purposely over Buffy's head. She turned her head a little but didn't look at him, pretending to herself that he wasn't even really there.

William sighed. Suddenly he started loudly humming the tune of some song, stamping his combat boots in time with the beat. Buffy hit her head against the table, mumbling, "I can't believe this is really happening to me."

"Oh shit!" William gasped, and everyone turned to look at him. "What happens if you have to take a piss? Well, if you gotta go, you gotta go." He reached his hands down and started unzipping his pants. Willow blushed brightly at the sound of a zipper being drawn and she turned away. Buffy squeaked indignantly, and Xander whirled around in irritation.

"You can't be serious man."

William looked at him, sighing in exasperation, "Don't talk, don't talk! It makes it crawl back up!"

"You whip that out and your dead before the first drop hits the ground," Xander warned menacingly. William cocked his head, evil glint in his eye.

"You know, you're kinda sexy when you get angry." William gave Xander a pouty look, curling his upper lip, and it did the trick. Xander turned around quickly, no wanting anyone to ever accuse him of being gay. William grinned but obeyed and zipped his pants back up. Willow sighed in relief, but Anya looked disappointed.

William grew bored again. He glanced at Willow. "Hey. Brain. Why don't you go over and close that door? We'll get the Prom Queen impregnated." William smirked as Buffy spun around and gave him a 'eat shit' look. Their eyes locked for a minute, until Buffy glanced away, still a little miffed at what William had said.

"Hey. Hey!" Xander was trying to get William's attention. Blue eyes glared at Xander.

"What?"

"If I lose my temper you're totaled man," Xander warned, and William made a mock scared face. "Totally?" William asked. "Totally," Xander affirmed.

"Why don't you just shut up? Nobody hear is interested." Buffy bit out, her voice as cold as ice. William pretended to sob, sniffling loudly.

Xander turned back around, muttering, "Jack ass".

William suddenly lost his joking air. "Well Sporto, what did you do to get in here? Forget to wash your sodding jock?"

Willow coughed. "Listen guys, I think we should just write our papers-" she started meekly, but nobody payed any attention to her.

"Listen William-" Xander said, but William cut him off. "It's Spike," he said evenly. Buffy had to refrain from rolling her eyes at the nickname, because she didn't have the most normal name herself. She did allow herself a scorning look, though.

"Alright, Spike," Xander spat the name. "Just because you live in here doesn't give you the right to be a pain in the ass. So knock it off."

"Well," Spike said lightly, "it's a free country." Spike nodded, shrugging his shoulders. This was just too easy.

Buffy gave Spike another glare, than turned to Xander. "Just ignore him. He's doing it to get you pissed off."

Spike smirked. "Pet," he said to Buffy. She warily turned to look at him. "You couldn't ignore me if you tried." Spike crossed his arms in satisfaction, knowing that he was right. Buffy bit her lip, having no retort to say. She turned back around.

Spike sensed that the attention was off him. "So," he started, looking around. "So, are you two like boyfriend girlfriend?" He was referring to Xander and Buffy, who were both studiously trying to ignore him. Spike grinned maliciously.

"Steady dates?" Still didn't get any reaction from the two. "Lovers?" Xander clenched his hand tightly. Buffy sighed.

"Come on, level with me, Whelp. Do you slip her the hot beef injection?" Spike started lavisciously, wiggling his tongue. Both Buffy and Xander spun around angrily, yelling, "Fuck you!" and "Shut the hell up!" at the same time.

Snyder could be heard yelling "Shut up in there!" Both Xander and Buffy turned away from a grinning Spike. In his office Snyder was busily trying to read a porno magazine, and he didn't want any interruptions. "Goddamn pricks," Snyder muttered under his breath.

Back in the library Spike was still grinning widely. He was entranced by the bright red flush staining Buffy's cheeks. Anya watched the whole scene interestedly, her gaze resting momentarily on Xander before she focused her eyes back on the boring wall in front of her. Willow sighed, doodling on the edge of her paper.

Silence permeated the library again, everyone watching the clock warily. 8:30.

Anya, who was ever the quiet one, studied everyone with dark, lively eyes. Nobody ever payed attention to her, which she didn't much mind, because it allowed her to study others, learn about the way people were and acted.

Her gaze first rested on Willow, who was seated in front of her. She was a brain, with shiny red hair and bright green eyes. Anya inclined her head. Willow was a pretty girl, but too shy and innocent to ever know that. Dressed in very conservative clothes, a long sweater jumper with green tights, she was the epitome of low self- esteem. Anya wondered very much would the redhead could have done that was severe enough to land her in Saturday detention. Maybe forgot to study for a test?

Next, Anya studied Spike. Razor sharp cheekbones, bleached blonde hair, and the bluest eyes she had ever seen. He was handsome, she guessed, if it wasn't for the angry air he always held around him. Spike was the classic bad boy, as the scar on his eyebrow would attest to. Seemingly so confident, but she knew that inside Spike wanted reassurance and attention always. He had a bad rep around the school, as just another pothead rocker who didn't give a shit about anyone, but Anya noticed the way Spike kept sneakily eyeing Buffy, who was seated in front of him. Anya smirked to herself, wondering what that was all about and hoping that Spike realized that could never be, if Anya correctly guessed what Spike wanted.

That led her to study Buffy Summers, school Prom Queen. The popular, cheerleader princess who every girl envied. Long, slightly wavy, blonde hair, hazel eyes, clear complexion. She was very pretty, even Anya had to admit. She wore skimpy clothes, a short jean mini-skirt and tight tank top, but Anya guessed that Buffy was no more of a whore then she. Probably one of those teases all the guys talked about, the girl who tempted but was to pure and too much of a daddy's girl to ever do anything. Buffy seemed to be a huge bitch, but maybe there was more to her then met the eye. Anya would wait and see how she progressed during the rest of the day.

And lastly, Anya rested her gaze on the school athlete. Xander Harris, captain of the school football team. Handsome and charismatic, always joking around and flirting. Dark eyes, dark hair, nice smile. For some reason Anya felt drawn to him, though he was probably the least likely guy to ever look twice at her. She sighed, wondering why she tortured herself like this. Even Xander's varsity letterman jacket, which he had been wearing before but was now draped on the back of his chair, was a constant visual reminder that he went for Buffy-types, blonde cheerleader skanks who were popular and confident. Anya rolled her eyes. Since when did she even care? Never.

The silence remained in the library as the clock ticked by. 8:45 am.

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TBC . . .