Disclaimer: I own nothing. The geniuses William Shakespeare and Joss Whedon
wrote A Midsummer Night's Dream and Buffy the Vampire Slayer respectively.
Fun! I hate not owning anything. All I have is crap!
Rating: PG-13- Naughtiness by the Bard
Summary: 100% AU! Magic? Mistaken identity? Fairies? True love? And . . . donkey lovin'? BTVS meets Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream!
Author's Notes: This is my favorite Shakespeare play, so I decided to bring it to the BTVS fans out there. Each chapter will be a scene from the play, or half a scene. It's set in modern day Sunnydale, with characters from the show. I love AU's and I hope you enjoy this one! Kisses for all!
Chapter One- This Old Moon Wanes
As he looked over his land from the balcony, Rupert Giles smiled contently. The bright July sun shone high above in the sky, warming the ground. Lush grass spread across the acreage, perfectly watered and cut. Far off in the distance, the large fountain spurted like a geyser. All he could see for a distance belonged to him.
He had come a long way from the angry teenager living in the slums of London. At the age of sixteen, to offend his parents and the authorities, he started a garage punk band, Sire. Surprisingly, the group had talent, became a smash, and went from obscurity to fame within years. Unlike his band-mates, who spent their money on drugs and women, Giles invested it in a music production company, aptly named Sire Records. Now, at forty-eight, he was a multi-billionaire.
Giles was happy. Owning a large mansion in the Las Angeles suburb of Sunnydale was great. Owning Sire Records, with more bands on the charts than any other production company, was incredible. But, if that wasn't enough . . .
Small arms came up from behind him, rapping around his neck in a hug. Giles turned and stared into the eyes of Jenny Calendar, his fiancée. Smiling, she gave him a quick kiss on the nose.
"Hello, darling," he whispered, turning to hold her.
"Hey yourself." Jenny stood on her toes, pulling him closer to kiss.
Jenny was the marketing head for Sire Records. Although their first meeting had been a disastrous one, the two became friends. Soon, the friendship became love, and Giles found himself proposing to the younger woman years later.
Turning his attention back to the land, Giles felt Jenny take his hand. "Four days," he whispered.
The brunette laughed. "You sure are impatient!"
"Sorry," he sighed, "It's just so dreadfully dull waiting. All the planning and headaches for a silly party."
"Party?! It's our wedding!" Jenny stepped away, crossing her arms over her chest.
But when Giles winked at her, she came back to him. "Well, the four days will go by quickly, and then we're off to Paris, just you and I. Husband and Wife."
Sighing, Jenny leaned her head on Giles' shoulder. There was a small rumor buzzing around that she was only marring the older billionaire for his money. It didn't matter to the couple. She knew, and he knew, that there was only love involved.
The bliss was interrupted when Phillip, Giles' butler, walked onto the balcony.
"Mr. Giles, Mr. Summers is in your office. He wishes to speak with you immediately."
"Thank you, Phillip." As he went back in the house, Giles rolled his eyes. "Wonder what the old goat wants now?"
"Go see," urged Jenny, playfully punching him on the arm, "Or he'll come down here to whine."
"Yes, dear." Giles gave her a quick kiss, then ran into the house.
*What's the problem now?*
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Leaning back in his leather chair, Giles crossed his arms. Hank Summers, his vice-president, was pacing around the room, muttering obscenities. Three other people, apparently with Hank, sat in the office. Two were college age boys; one scowling while the other looked on smugly. The third, Hank's teenage daughter Buffy, sat between the two, face streaked with tears.
"I think," Giles spoke up, "That you need to start from the beginning, Hank."
"Well Rupert," the man fumed, "I can't explain how angry I am!"
"You're doing a pretty good job," muttered the scowling boy, running a hand through his bleached hair.
Hank ignored the boy. "I've been trying to figure this out, and have decided to get your advice." Sitting in the chair next to the smug boy, Hank began. "You assigned me to oversee talent scouting in Europe for half a year, and my flight is scheduled in four days. When I told Buffy we would be leaving," he pointed at his daughter; "She informed me that she wouldn't be coming with me. She wants to talk you into making me stay."
"Really?" Giles smiled warmly at the teenage girl. She answered with a small nod. "Why would that be, Buffy?"
"Because," she sniffled, "This whole trip is a dumb conspiracy."
"What?"
"Daddy wants to hook me up with Angel." As she said the words, new tears sprouted.
Seeing the look of confusion on his boss' face, Hank spoke up.
"This is Angel O'Conner," he pointed at the smug brunette boy. "Angel is my college intern, and he will be joining us on the trip." Sighing, Hank stood up. "Angel proposed to Buffy a few days ago, and when she's old enough, he has my permission to marry her. But, Buffy refused. I think the trip might help to change her mind." Hank chuckled to himself. "It will certainly get rid of a few distractions."
Raising an eyebrow, Giles sat up. "Distractions?"
"This distraction," Hank came up behind the scowling bleached blond, clamping him on the shoulder. "William Trench, or as he likes to be called, Spike." Removing his hands, Hank went back to his seat. "Buffy says she loves him, and he also claims he does. They've been together for a year, and I've gone along without complaints. But I've had enough, and I want it to end!"
Giles examined the two. Angel was a tall, broad shouldered young man. Wearing a dark blue Polo shirt and khakis, he looked like a younger Hank. *Probably the reason Hank prefers him.* Although the boy was handsome, it was his arrogance that put Giles off.
Then there was the other boy, Spike. Not as tall or broad as Angel, Spike made up for it with his attitude. It was almost animal-like. Slouched in the chair, clad entirely in black, he shot murderous glances at Angel. Then Giles saw something miraculous. Buffy quickly glanced over at Spike, and the young man's facial features softened, giving the girl a sad smile.
Remembering the pains of youthful love, Giles smiled despite himself. But, as he looked down at the files spread across his desk, the feeling passed.
"Buffy," he started, turning his attention to the young girl, "What do you have to say?"
Sitting up straight, she laced her fingers in her lap. "Mr. Giles, I know I'm young. I graduated a month ago, and I'm not even eighteen. I should probably do what my daddy says. But, I can't do this!"
Glancing at Angel, she frowned. "Angel's a really nice guy, and I'm sure he'd make some girl really happy, but I don't love him. I won't ever be able to."
Then, she turned to Spike. "I'm in love with Spike, and I know he loves me back. It's not an act. Daddy hopes this trip will make me forget, but it won't! And what if I never come back? And what if . . ." her voice broke as she sank down crying. Indiscreetly, Spike comforted her.
When she had calmed down, Giles gave his decision. "Buffy, you said you love Spike, and there's no question in my mind about your feelings for each other." He stopped, frowning. "But you also mentioned your age. You are only seventeen, and because you are that young, you must follow your father's wishes. When Hank goes to Europe, you must go too."
Seeing two lives shatter before him, and two others build with confidence, Giles spoke up again. "But, I would like to say something private to you, Hank and Angel. We must discuss something." As he looked up, something in the doorway caught his eye.
Jenny stood by the door, arms crossed, a disheartened expression on her face. She had heard the entire thing.
"Jenny . . ." started the man, but she left, quickly stomping through the hallway. "Hell! Um . . . come along, Hank and Angel, let's let the two have some time alone."
Standing, beckoning the two to follow, Giles left Spike and Buffy in his office. So they could properly say goodbye.
Rating: PG-13- Naughtiness by the Bard
Summary: 100% AU! Magic? Mistaken identity? Fairies? True love? And . . . donkey lovin'? BTVS meets Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream!
Author's Notes: This is my favorite Shakespeare play, so I decided to bring it to the BTVS fans out there. Each chapter will be a scene from the play, or half a scene. It's set in modern day Sunnydale, with characters from the show. I love AU's and I hope you enjoy this one! Kisses for all!
Chapter One- This Old Moon Wanes
As he looked over his land from the balcony, Rupert Giles smiled contently. The bright July sun shone high above in the sky, warming the ground. Lush grass spread across the acreage, perfectly watered and cut. Far off in the distance, the large fountain spurted like a geyser. All he could see for a distance belonged to him.
He had come a long way from the angry teenager living in the slums of London. At the age of sixteen, to offend his parents and the authorities, he started a garage punk band, Sire. Surprisingly, the group had talent, became a smash, and went from obscurity to fame within years. Unlike his band-mates, who spent their money on drugs and women, Giles invested it in a music production company, aptly named Sire Records. Now, at forty-eight, he was a multi-billionaire.
Giles was happy. Owning a large mansion in the Las Angeles suburb of Sunnydale was great. Owning Sire Records, with more bands on the charts than any other production company, was incredible. But, if that wasn't enough . . .
Small arms came up from behind him, rapping around his neck in a hug. Giles turned and stared into the eyes of Jenny Calendar, his fiancée. Smiling, she gave him a quick kiss on the nose.
"Hello, darling," he whispered, turning to hold her.
"Hey yourself." Jenny stood on her toes, pulling him closer to kiss.
Jenny was the marketing head for Sire Records. Although their first meeting had been a disastrous one, the two became friends. Soon, the friendship became love, and Giles found himself proposing to the younger woman years later.
Turning his attention back to the land, Giles felt Jenny take his hand. "Four days," he whispered.
The brunette laughed. "You sure are impatient!"
"Sorry," he sighed, "It's just so dreadfully dull waiting. All the planning and headaches for a silly party."
"Party?! It's our wedding!" Jenny stepped away, crossing her arms over her chest.
But when Giles winked at her, she came back to him. "Well, the four days will go by quickly, and then we're off to Paris, just you and I. Husband and Wife."
Sighing, Jenny leaned her head on Giles' shoulder. There was a small rumor buzzing around that she was only marring the older billionaire for his money. It didn't matter to the couple. She knew, and he knew, that there was only love involved.
The bliss was interrupted when Phillip, Giles' butler, walked onto the balcony.
"Mr. Giles, Mr. Summers is in your office. He wishes to speak with you immediately."
"Thank you, Phillip." As he went back in the house, Giles rolled his eyes. "Wonder what the old goat wants now?"
"Go see," urged Jenny, playfully punching him on the arm, "Or he'll come down here to whine."
"Yes, dear." Giles gave her a quick kiss, then ran into the house.
*What's the problem now?*
^^^^^^^^^^
Leaning back in his leather chair, Giles crossed his arms. Hank Summers, his vice-president, was pacing around the room, muttering obscenities. Three other people, apparently with Hank, sat in the office. Two were college age boys; one scowling while the other looked on smugly. The third, Hank's teenage daughter Buffy, sat between the two, face streaked with tears.
"I think," Giles spoke up, "That you need to start from the beginning, Hank."
"Well Rupert," the man fumed, "I can't explain how angry I am!"
"You're doing a pretty good job," muttered the scowling boy, running a hand through his bleached hair.
Hank ignored the boy. "I've been trying to figure this out, and have decided to get your advice." Sitting in the chair next to the smug boy, Hank began. "You assigned me to oversee talent scouting in Europe for half a year, and my flight is scheduled in four days. When I told Buffy we would be leaving," he pointed at his daughter; "She informed me that she wouldn't be coming with me. She wants to talk you into making me stay."
"Really?" Giles smiled warmly at the teenage girl. She answered with a small nod. "Why would that be, Buffy?"
"Because," she sniffled, "This whole trip is a dumb conspiracy."
"What?"
"Daddy wants to hook me up with Angel." As she said the words, new tears sprouted.
Seeing the look of confusion on his boss' face, Hank spoke up.
"This is Angel O'Conner," he pointed at the smug brunette boy. "Angel is my college intern, and he will be joining us on the trip." Sighing, Hank stood up. "Angel proposed to Buffy a few days ago, and when she's old enough, he has my permission to marry her. But, Buffy refused. I think the trip might help to change her mind." Hank chuckled to himself. "It will certainly get rid of a few distractions."
Raising an eyebrow, Giles sat up. "Distractions?"
"This distraction," Hank came up behind the scowling bleached blond, clamping him on the shoulder. "William Trench, or as he likes to be called, Spike." Removing his hands, Hank went back to his seat. "Buffy says she loves him, and he also claims he does. They've been together for a year, and I've gone along without complaints. But I've had enough, and I want it to end!"
Giles examined the two. Angel was a tall, broad shouldered young man. Wearing a dark blue Polo shirt and khakis, he looked like a younger Hank. *Probably the reason Hank prefers him.* Although the boy was handsome, it was his arrogance that put Giles off.
Then there was the other boy, Spike. Not as tall or broad as Angel, Spike made up for it with his attitude. It was almost animal-like. Slouched in the chair, clad entirely in black, he shot murderous glances at Angel. Then Giles saw something miraculous. Buffy quickly glanced over at Spike, and the young man's facial features softened, giving the girl a sad smile.
Remembering the pains of youthful love, Giles smiled despite himself. But, as he looked down at the files spread across his desk, the feeling passed.
"Buffy," he started, turning his attention to the young girl, "What do you have to say?"
Sitting up straight, she laced her fingers in her lap. "Mr. Giles, I know I'm young. I graduated a month ago, and I'm not even eighteen. I should probably do what my daddy says. But, I can't do this!"
Glancing at Angel, she frowned. "Angel's a really nice guy, and I'm sure he'd make some girl really happy, but I don't love him. I won't ever be able to."
Then, she turned to Spike. "I'm in love with Spike, and I know he loves me back. It's not an act. Daddy hopes this trip will make me forget, but it won't! And what if I never come back? And what if . . ." her voice broke as she sank down crying. Indiscreetly, Spike comforted her.
When she had calmed down, Giles gave his decision. "Buffy, you said you love Spike, and there's no question in my mind about your feelings for each other." He stopped, frowning. "But you also mentioned your age. You are only seventeen, and because you are that young, you must follow your father's wishes. When Hank goes to Europe, you must go too."
Seeing two lives shatter before him, and two others build with confidence, Giles spoke up again. "But, I would like to say something private to you, Hank and Angel. We must discuss something." As he looked up, something in the doorway caught his eye.
Jenny stood by the door, arms crossed, a disheartened expression on her face. She had heard the entire thing.
"Jenny . . ." started the man, but she left, quickly stomping through the hallway. "Hell! Um . . . come along, Hank and Angel, let's let the two have some time alone."
Standing, beckoning the two to follow, Giles left Spike and Buffy in his office. So they could properly say goodbye.