Disclaimer: Well, I'm not feeling up to anything creative-wise in the
disclaimer section. I own nothing Buffy the Vampire Slayer related. Joss
Whedon does. And I don't own A Midsummer Night's Dream. William Shakespeare
does. Or would, if he were alive today, or if his family has publishing
rights. Oh, and I don't own anything relating to the movie version.
Everything I own is crappy/ lame. But, because I rock, I'm just going to
sit here and listen to my Police CDs and protest. Someday I will own
something worth talking about (i.e. a certain bleached blonde hottie).
HAHAHA, I need a life.
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: Arrgh! I am so bad! I haven't had a chance to update in a long time! I had college stuff going on, and then my wonderful school had finals. If that isn't enough, my relatives from Florida are spending the week here with us, and all we've been doing is skiing (it's SOOO hard being a white middle class girl!). My sister and brother are sleeping in my room, and my computer savvy sister has been spending all of her time on my computer. So, I've only been able to write when I've had a chance. But, anyways, here is a new chappy. And, for all of you who know the story, the shit really hits the fan.
PS: Willow sings a song in this chappy, "Medley: Aquarius/ Let the Sunshine In" by the Fifth Dimension. I do know how the song goes, but I tweaked the lyrics 'cause it seemed very Willow-like, forgetting how it goes and all. Don't bust my butt, I do what I please.
Chapter Seven- Wand'ring in the Wood
"Now, I have to ask you a simple question. What stupid little voice in your head told you, 'It's ok if I wear high heels. We're just running through the BLOODY FOREST!'?"
Rolling her eyes for the thousandth time that night, Buffy tightened the grip around Spike's neck.
"I wasn't thinking! I made one stupid mistake! Jeez, grumpy much?"
The only response was Spike muttering a very English string of curses, something involving 'damned' and 'bint'. But he kept going on, occasionally boosting Buffy higher on his back.
Midnight had come, and the two lovers met. After stashing their belongings for Spike to pick up later, they stealthily made their way through the forest, pausing when they could swear they heard voices. They were well on their way when they made an unfortunate discovery.
Buffy, while hurriedly packing for the escape, didn't have the time to change out of that day's outfit. When the time came to leave, she went in her light green sundress and matching high heels. And, for those of you who have ever had to run in high heels . . . you understand the situation.
For the past half-hour, Spike had to carry his girlfriend piggyback style, thereby lengthening the time and decreasing the speed of the journey.
They entered a grove of cherry trees, full of fruit ready to be harvested. Unhooking the legs around his waist, Spike set Buffy on the ground.
"What's going on?" The young woman was tired and a bit cold, and didn't want to stop.
"I'm tired," he responded, stretching out on the ground while she looked down at him.
She faltered, knowing the real reason. "We're lost, aren't we?"
He bolted up. "Like hell we are! I'm just . . . well, you have to . . . sometimes you move through a place . . ." Spike gave up, threw his hands in the air, and flopped back down. "Alright, we're bloody lost. Y' happy?"
As Spike started fishing through his pockets, Buffy backed away. He had been griping the entire night and it was making her angry.
*God, when he's pissed, he's the biggest king of the bastards,* she ranted in her head. Finding a soft spot of grass a ways from her boyfriend, she too lay down.
Buffy was not in the mood to deal with a nineteen-year-old baby.
After a few moments of searching, Spike pulled his cell phone out of his pockets. The reception was clear, but there was probably only enough battery power left to make one phone call. He dialed the numbers.
Clem's answering machine picked up. *Prolly getting something to eat, stupid git!*
"Hey Clem, 's me. Look, Buffy and I are lost. No worries, we're ok. At sunrise we'll be able to meet you. So have the car ready around seven. Bye."
He stashed the phone deep in his pockets.
*Everything's good. Just a bit of a delay, that's all.*
Sitting up, he looked around for his girlfriend. She was lying underneath a younger cherry tree, curled in the fetal position, her back to him.
A pang of regret hit him. He had been a jerk during the entire trip, yelling at her for a simple mistake, while he was the one who had gotten them lost.
Sneaking up behind her, he quickly rapped his arms around her waist. "Sorry pet," he whispered into her ear.
Buffy kept her eyes glued shut. "Yeah, I bet."
"Forgive me?"
When she didn't respond, he began to slowly tickle her side. "Forgive me?"
Biting down on her lip, she attempted to hold back a giggle. Then the attack went full force.
"Forgive me?" He tickled every single weak spot on her body. Her sides, her stomach, her feet, her neck; nothing was safe. As he did, he could feel her struggling to keep the laughter in, her entire body shaking. Finally, she gave up.
"I forgive you!" Buffy erupted into laughter. "You so don't play fair."
Spike turned her onto her back to look at her. "Never said I did Goldilocks."
Smiling, she reached up and cupped his face in her hands. As he leaned in, she began to trail light kisses from his forehead down, landing last on his mouth. The two deepened the kiss, Spike parting his lips just a bit as she began to taste him.
But as his hand began to travel up her leg, she pulled away.
"Somethin' wrong?" he asked, breathless and dazed.
An evil grin spread on her face.
"I'm still mad at you."
"Huh?"
Her small hand reached out, and pointed to the spot where he had first lay down.
"You get to sleep over there."
"WHAT!"
Laughing at his dumbstruck face, she continued. "You're a bastard and need to be taught a lesson. And I am so not doing 'that' in the forest."
She turned away from him, but he pulled her back. "C'mon Buffy, I said I was sorry!" But he saw the firm look on her face and stood up, sighing as he went to his spot.
"Who do you think is really getting punished here?" she yelled as Spike lay down. "I get to spend the night all alone and cold!"
Rolling his eyes as he grinned, Spike picked up his leather duster and chucked it at her. She knew how anal-retentive he was about it, insisting that he needed to bring it along even though it was 70 degrees at night.
Smirking, Buffy spread the duster across her body and curled up in it. "Love you William!"
"Love you too, evil woman."
If she had a billion dollars, she would bet he was pouting.
Snuggling into the duster, Buffy drifted off to sleep.
^^^^^^^^^^
"When the moon is in the seventh house
And Jupiter aligns with Mars
Then something something da da
La la la, dah do do do, bum bum!
This is dawning of the Age of Aquarius
Age of Aquariuuuus"
Picking up a stick, Willow began to trail it behind her. Every so often, she would bring it up and whack some random bush or clump of grass.
*I'm so bored!*
She had been all throughout the forest, searching for the two humans. So far, all she had seen was a group of tree nymphs in a fistfight, and some raccoons mating.
Singing wasn't helping, and she wasn't about to start playing the alphabet game by herself.
*I am officially, legally, and ridiculously bored!*
Groaning, she entered the cherry tree orchard. There were only five more spots in the forest to check, and if she didn't find the humans, Xander would be pissed.
A form lying in the grass caught her eye. The elf went to expect.
"YES!"
It was the human boy, asleep.
And off to his right, about ten feet away, was the young woman, also sleeping.
"She won't even sleep next to him!" she grumbled to herself. "What a butthole!"
Straddling the blond haired boy and sitting on his chest, Willow removed the flower from behind her ear. A pearl of the rosy dew formed when she squeezed the bulb. Taking some on her finger, she spread it across his eyes.
"You soooo do not deserve her, Mr. 'I'm so hot!'." To emphasize her point, Willow gave him a quick slap on the cheek.
Throwing the flower behind her, Willow jumped up, and as quick as a deer, was off to find Xander and tell him the good news.
The mean boy was charmed.
^^^^^^^^^^
"Angel! Please slow down!"
Drusilla couldn't keep up. Every inch of her body was either scratched or covered in mud. And her favorite pair of shoes was threatening to break apart.
"Angel . . . PLEASE!"
But he ignored her. He wouldn't even turn his head around at her pleas.
"Angel-"
The seams on her shoes split apart, and she fell.
Recovering quickly, she looked up to see where Angel was.
He was gone, not even stopping to check up on her.
"Oh, shit!" A stream of hot tears sprung from her eyes.
*I'm lost in the damned forest, without any shoes, and Angel left me!*
She stood, pulling off the remaining shoe and tossing it in the bushes. If she ran, she could catch up with him.
But she had no idea where he was.
Taking a chance, she headed off in the direction of a grove of cherry trees. Angel liked cherries, so he might have gone that way.
It was empty when she entered, but she still examined the area, looking for any sign of her beloved.
Nearing the middle of the grove, she spotted something in the grass. A person.
"Oh, god!"
Spike was the person, she realized. And Buffy was nowhere to be seen.
Thinking the worst of the situation, Drusilla hurried over to her friend. Kneeling beside him, she began to shake him, hoping he would wake up.
"Come on, Spike! Wake up!" Shaking him harder, she began to scream in his ear. "Wake the hell up!"
To her relief, he blinked.
He stared up at her with confusion. But then his eyes grew wide as he looked closely at her.
"Drusilla?"
Author's Notes, Part II:
Imzadi- So, you like the whole Lindsey/ Legolas idea. Actually, I didn't think about it that way, but now that I do . . . yum! Glad you like. I sure do. Thank you for the mental picture (runs and takes a cold shower).
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: Arrgh! I am so bad! I haven't had a chance to update in a long time! I had college stuff going on, and then my wonderful school had finals. If that isn't enough, my relatives from Florida are spending the week here with us, and all we've been doing is skiing (it's SOOO hard being a white middle class girl!). My sister and brother are sleeping in my room, and my computer savvy sister has been spending all of her time on my computer. So, I've only been able to write when I've had a chance. But, anyways, here is a new chappy. And, for all of you who know the story, the shit really hits the fan.
PS: Willow sings a song in this chappy, "Medley: Aquarius/ Let the Sunshine In" by the Fifth Dimension. I do know how the song goes, but I tweaked the lyrics 'cause it seemed very Willow-like, forgetting how it goes and all. Don't bust my butt, I do what I please.
Chapter Seven- Wand'ring in the Wood
"Now, I have to ask you a simple question. What stupid little voice in your head told you, 'It's ok if I wear high heels. We're just running through the BLOODY FOREST!'?"
Rolling her eyes for the thousandth time that night, Buffy tightened the grip around Spike's neck.
"I wasn't thinking! I made one stupid mistake! Jeez, grumpy much?"
The only response was Spike muttering a very English string of curses, something involving 'damned' and 'bint'. But he kept going on, occasionally boosting Buffy higher on his back.
Midnight had come, and the two lovers met. After stashing their belongings for Spike to pick up later, they stealthily made their way through the forest, pausing when they could swear they heard voices. They were well on their way when they made an unfortunate discovery.
Buffy, while hurriedly packing for the escape, didn't have the time to change out of that day's outfit. When the time came to leave, she went in her light green sundress and matching high heels. And, for those of you who have ever had to run in high heels . . . you understand the situation.
For the past half-hour, Spike had to carry his girlfriend piggyback style, thereby lengthening the time and decreasing the speed of the journey.
They entered a grove of cherry trees, full of fruit ready to be harvested. Unhooking the legs around his waist, Spike set Buffy on the ground.
"What's going on?" The young woman was tired and a bit cold, and didn't want to stop.
"I'm tired," he responded, stretching out on the ground while she looked down at him.
She faltered, knowing the real reason. "We're lost, aren't we?"
He bolted up. "Like hell we are! I'm just . . . well, you have to . . . sometimes you move through a place . . ." Spike gave up, threw his hands in the air, and flopped back down. "Alright, we're bloody lost. Y' happy?"
As Spike started fishing through his pockets, Buffy backed away. He had been griping the entire night and it was making her angry.
*God, when he's pissed, he's the biggest king of the bastards,* she ranted in her head. Finding a soft spot of grass a ways from her boyfriend, she too lay down.
Buffy was not in the mood to deal with a nineteen-year-old baby.
After a few moments of searching, Spike pulled his cell phone out of his pockets. The reception was clear, but there was probably only enough battery power left to make one phone call. He dialed the numbers.
Clem's answering machine picked up. *Prolly getting something to eat, stupid git!*
"Hey Clem, 's me. Look, Buffy and I are lost. No worries, we're ok. At sunrise we'll be able to meet you. So have the car ready around seven. Bye."
He stashed the phone deep in his pockets.
*Everything's good. Just a bit of a delay, that's all.*
Sitting up, he looked around for his girlfriend. She was lying underneath a younger cherry tree, curled in the fetal position, her back to him.
A pang of regret hit him. He had been a jerk during the entire trip, yelling at her for a simple mistake, while he was the one who had gotten them lost.
Sneaking up behind her, he quickly rapped his arms around her waist. "Sorry pet," he whispered into her ear.
Buffy kept her eyes glued shut. "Yeah, I bet."
"Forgive me?"
When she didn't respond, he began to slowly tickle her side. "Forgive me?"
Biting down on her lip, she attempted to hold back a giggle. Then the attack went full force.
"Forgive me?" He tickled every single weak spot on her body. Her sides, her stomach, her feet, her neck; nothing was safe. As he did, he could feel her struggling to keep the laughter in, her entire body shaking. Finally, she gave up.
"I forgive you!" Buffy erupted into laughter. "You so don't play fair."
Spike turned her onto her back to look at her. "Never said I did Goldilocks."
Smiling, she reached up and cupped his face in her hands. As he leaned in, she began to trail light kisses from his forehead down, landing last on his mouth. The two deepened the kiss, Spike parting his lips just a bit as she began to taste him.
But as his hand began to travel up her leg, she pulled away.
"Somethin' wrong?" he asked, breathless and dazed.
An evil grin spread on her face.
"I'm still mad at you."
"Huh?"
Her small hand reached out, and pointed to the spot where he had first lay down.
"You get to sleep over there."
"WHAT!"
Laughing at his dumbstruck face, she continued. "You're a bastard and need to be taught a lesson. And I am so not doing 'that' in the forest."
She turned away from him, but he pulled her back. "C'mon Buffy, I said I was sorry!" But he saw the firm look on her face and stood up, sighing as he went to his spot.
"Who do you think is really getting punished here?" she yelled as Spike lay down. "I get to spend the night all alone and cold!"
Rolling his eyes as he grinned, Spike picked up his leather duster and chucked it at her. She knew how anal-retentive he was about it, insisting that he needed to bring it along even though it was 70 degrees at night.
Smirking, Buffy spread the duster across her body and curled up in it. "Love you William!"
"Love you too, evil woman."
If she had a billion dollars, she would bet he was pouting.
Snuggling into the duster, Buffy drifted off to sleep.
^^^^^^^^^^
"When the moon is in the seventh house
And Jupiter aligns with Mars
Then something something da da
La la la, dah do do do, bum bum!
This is dawning of the Age of Aquarius
Age of Aquariuuuus"
Picking up a stick, Willow began to trail it behind her. Every so often, she would bring it up and whack some random bush or clump of grass.
*I'm so bored!*
She had been all throughout the forest, searching for the two humans. So far, all she had seen was a group of tree nymphs in a fistfight, and some raccoons mating.
Singing wasn't helping, and she wasn't about to start playing the alphabet game by herself.
*I am officially, legally, and ridiculously bored!*
Groaning, she entered the cherry tree orchard. There were only five more spots in the forest to check, and if she didn't find the humans, Xander would be pissed.
A form lying in the grass caught her eye. The elf went to expect.
"YES!"
It was the human boy, asleep.
And off to his right, about ten feet away, was the young woman, also sleeping.
"She won't even sleep next to him!" she grumbled to herself. "What a butthole!"
Straddling the blond haired boy and sitting on his chest, Willow removed the flower from behind her ear. A pearl of the rosy dew formed when she squeezed the bulb. Taking some on her finger, she spread it across his eyes.
"You soooo do not deserve her, Mr. 'I'm so hot!'." To emphasize her point, Willow gave him a quick slap on the cheek.
Throwing the flower behind her, Willow jumped up, and as quick as a deer, was off to find Xander and tell him the good news.
The mean boy was charmed.
^^^^^^^^^^
"Angel! Please slow down!"
Drusilla couldn't keep up. Every inch of her body was either scratched or covered in mud. And her favorite pair of shoes was threatening to break apart.
"Angel . . . PLEASE!"
But he ignored her. He wouldn't even turn his head around at her pleas.
"Angel-"
The seams on her shoes split apart, and she fell.
Recovering quickly, she looked up to see where Angel was.
He was gone, not even stopping to check up on her.
"Oh, shit!" A stream of hot tears sprung from her eyes.
*I'm lost in the damned forest, without any shoes, and Angel left me!*
She stood, pulling off the remaining shoe and tossing it in the bushes. If she ran, she could catch up with him.
But she had no idea where he was.
Taking a chance, she headed off in the direction of a grove of cherry trees. Angel liked cherries, so he might have gone that way.
It was empty when she entered, but she still examined the area, looking for any sign of her beloved.
Nearing the middle of the grove, she spotted something in the grass. A person.
"Oh, god!"
Spike was the person, she realized. And Buffy was nowhere to be seen.
Thinking the worst of the situation, Drusilla hurried over to her friend. Kneeling beside him, she began to shake him, hoping he would wake up.
"Come on, Spike! Wake up!" Shaking him harder, she began to scream in his ear. "Wake the hell up!"
To her relief, he blinked.
He stared up at her with confusion. But then his eyes grew wide as he looked closely at her.
"Drusilla?"
Author's Notes, Part II:
Imzadi- So, you like the whole Lindsey/ Legolas idea. Actually, I didn't think about it that way, but now that I do . . . yum! Glad you like. I sure do. Thank you for the mental picture (runs and takes a cold shower).