Disclaimer: Not mine, obviously. If it where, this wouldn't be fanfition.
A/N: This is my first fic, so if it sucks, well, tell me. Or help me.
Either one works. Review and make my miserable existence on this earth
bareable.
Rating: Ughhh.....PG13? Maybe. Don't really know..or care.
Seeing You Again
Buffy cursed around the keys in her mouth. She was late for work, again. One more time, and she would have a little run in with her supervisor, Cordelia. Or Queen Bitch, as the rest of the office has come to know her by. Pushing her purse over her shoulder, Buffy stepped out of her house and locked the door behind her. Luckily she was only a 15 minute walks away from her office.
Buffy Summers worked in a customs office, but antiquities where her specialty. She was an ace at decrypting old Sumerian texts. You never know what people want to bring into this country.
Buffy ran past the door into her coffee shop, as she liked to call it. The Bronze, it was called. She loved their coffee, especially in the morning when she was late. She grabbed the still boiling coffee from the counter, paid the new girl, and walked out. Damn. Buffy thought, glancing at her watch. Damn. Damn. Damn. Pushing passed the crowds in the now busy street, she wound her way towards her office, when she felt her shoulder colliding with something. She lost her balance, than fell backwards onto the ground, her scalding coffee burning her chest and hand.
''Damn!'', Buffy exclaimed, cursing. Her eyes where still clamped shut, but relaxed when she heard a soothing voice.
''You all right, pet?'' Buffy opened her eyes to find the most gorgeous, soothing pair staring back into hers. They belonged to a chiseled face, pale and almost like white marble. He looks like a goddamn Greek god, Buffy thought. She let herself wallow in his eyes for a moment before remembering where she was.
''Uhh, help?' 'she asked in a whimpering tone. The man gently helped her to her feet, and picked up her purse as Buffy leaned against a street lamp post for support. She put her hand on her shoulder, and winced. She could feel a bruise making it's way onto her skin. The British sounding man put his hand out to support her as he handed her her purse.
''Sorry, Didn't mean to do that. How's the shoulder?'' He asked her timidly. A pained look crossed his face.
''I'll be alright. Sorry for ramming into you, I'm sort of late, but, oh well, doesn't matter now. I'm Buffy, ..Summers..Mr.?''
''William. William Spike Giles"
Seeing You Again
Buffy cursed around the keys in her mouth. She was late for work, again. One more time, and she would have a little run in with her supervisor, Cordelia. Or Queen Bitch, as the rest of the office has come to know her by. Pushing her purse over her shoulder, Buffy stepped out of her house and locked the door behind her. Luckily she was only a 15 minute walks away from her office.
Buffy Summers worked in a customs office, but antiquities where her specialty. She was an ace at decrypting old Sumerian texts. You never know what people want to bring into this country.
Buffy ran past the door into her coffee shop, as she liked to call it. The Bronze, it was called. She loved their coffee, especially in the morning when she was late. She grabbed the still boiling coffee from the counter, paid the new girl, and walked out. Damn. Buffy thought, glancing at her watch. Damn. Damn. Damn. Pushing passed the crowds in the now busy street, she wound her way towards her office, when she felt her shoulder colliding with something. She lost her balance, than fell backwards onto the ground, her scalding coffee burning her chest and hand.
''Damn!'', Buffy exclaimed, cursing. Her eyes where still clamped shut, but relaxed when she heard a soothing voice.
''You all right, pet?'' Buffy opened her eyes to find the most gorgeous, soothing pair staring back into hers. They belonged to a chiseled face, pale and almost like white marble. He looks like a goddamn Greek god, Buffy thought. She let herself wallow in his eyes for a moment before remembering where she was.
''Uhh, help?' 'she asked in a whimpering tone. The man gently helped her to her feet, and picked up her purse as Buffy leaned against a street lamp post for support. She put her hand on her shoulder, and winced. She could feel a bruise making it's way onto her skin. The British sounding man put his hand out to support her as he handed her her purse.
''Sorry, Didn't mean to do that. How's the shoulder?'' He asked her timidly. A pained look crossed his face.
''I'll be alright. Sorry for ramming into you, I'm sort of late, but, oh well, doesn't matter now. I'm Buffy, ..Summers..Mr.?''
''William. William Spike Giles"
