Title: Because You Loved Me
Summary: A/U Buffy Summers has the perfect life, great boyfriend, awesome friends and amazing parents. Her life is going great until someone new decides to join it. Will this new person cause her perfect life to crumble before her? Or make it better then she ever thought possible?
Disclaimer: I do not own them.
~~**~~
It had been a few days since her dinner with Spike and his dad, and the two hadn't talked since. Not that Buffy had a problem with it; she liked pretending he didn't exist. Angel was all she needed right now, and she was glad he was there. She sat on Angel's lap, his hands wrapped around her waist; their friends surrounded them at the picnic bench as they ate their lunch. She looked up into his eyes and smiled before he planted a kiss on her lips, ever so gently.
"So, Buffy, you coming tonight?" Tara asked.
"Um, where?" Buffy asked, feeling stupid that she hadn't paid any attention to what her friends were talking about.
"The Bronze. You have to come Buff, it'll be fun. The whole gang," Xander said.
"I'll try. Just hope my parents don't have me babysitting Spike tonight."
"What is with him? Why is he always hanging around your house? Isn't it just your dads that are friends, why do you two have to be?" Anya asked. "It doesn't make any sense."
"You're right Anya, but my dad insists that I be kind to "William". 'He's a great boy and he really likes you'," Buffy said, imitating her dad.
Angel let out a low growl, "I'll kill him if I ever see him near you."
"Its okay Angel, don't be so jealous. Nothing is going to happen between me and Spike. Besides, he's probably not even coming over tonight."
~~**~~
"What?! Mom are you insane?!" Buffy yelled, following her mother around the house. "You can't be serious! Spike cannot be staying with us!!"
"Its only for a few days while his father's out of town Buffy, it wont be that bad," Joyce said, stopping to face her daughter.
"But-"
"Don't but me. William is staying with us and tonight, me and your father are going to a Gallery dinner, so I need you to take him with you wherever you go."
"You make him sound like a three year old kid. Mom, he's seventeen, I'm sure he can handle himself," Buffy complained.
"Please Buffy, just take him with you to see your friends. It can't possibly be that bad."
"Want to bet?"
~~**~~
Buffy walked into the Bronze, Spike slowly following her. As she made her way through the sea of teens, Spike stayed close, not wanting to lose her. He was close enough to her, that he could smell her perfume. Secretly, he'd been crushing on Buffy, but there was no way he could ever tell her how she felt, she'd bloody laugh in his face. And that poofter Angel, god knows what he'd do to him if he ever found out.
"Spike, you can go . . . Wherever you want. Just, don't go near Angel, kapesh (I don't know how to spell it, but you get what I mean, right?)?" Buffy asked, as she spotted her friends at a table.
"Gladly luv, don't like your crowd to much, don't think they care too much for me either," Spike said, casually glancing around. "Cordelia's probably round somewhere, she'll be happy to see me."
"Yeah, you go find her," Buffy said, walking off. 'What does he see in her? An easy lay probably,' Buffy thought. Sitting down next to Angel, Buffy looked back to see Spike dancing with Cordelia. For some reason, it pissed something off inside of her, and she just wanted to rip that hair right out of the little bitch's head. "Angel sweetie, lets go dance," Buffy said, pulling at his arm.
Angel nodded and Buffy practically dragged him over to a spot next to Spike and Cordelia. She wrapped her arms around Angel's neck, and felt his hands take their place on her back, a little lower then normal. Angel knew Spike had a thing for Buffy, and it made him so jealous. Especially since he could get close to her on account of their fathers.
"Spike, lets go," Cordelia said seductively, running her fingers through his hair.
"Where?"
"Does it matter? I promise you a good time," she said, nipping at his neck.
Spike gave her a smirk before letting her pull him away from the dance. He took notice of Buffy's expression at the sight of him leaving with her, and wondered why she was like that, but shook it off. Buffy sent a death glare Cordelia's way before concentrating on Angel. Why did she care so much? Angel loved her, he'd do anything for her but yet she was jealous that Cordelia was with Spike. It made her so frustrated.
"Something wrong Buff, you seem a little tense," Angel whispered into her ear.
"Just school and stuff, its nothing," Buffy said, resting her head on his chest.
"Do you want to go?" he asked.
"I don't want to ruin your night Angel, I mean-"
"Your parents are out right?"
"Yeah," she said, not sure what he was getting at.
"Why don't we go back there then? Alone . . ."
She smiled, "Sounds . . ."
"Fun?"
"Very," she said, pulling away. "I just have to grab my coat. I'll meet you out in your car?"
"Okay, see you in a minute," Angel said, giving her a quick kiss before heading out to his car.
"Guys, me and Angel are going to go back to my place," Buffy told her friends when she got back to the table. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Are you going to have sex?" Anya asked.
"No! Anya!" Buffy yelled, but wasn't too sure herself. Things with Angel were becoming really serious lately; she didn't know what would happen when the two were alone.
~~**~~
When Buffy and Angel got to her house, they found the door open, but no sign of her parents. Angel insisted on going in first, even after Buffy said she could handle herself. She didn't want to fight with Angel, not tonight. Buffy followed Angel up the stairs, after he had thoroughly checked the first floor. She knew it was probably only Spike, but Angel had no idea he was staying at her house, and she planned on keeping it that way. Unfortunately, that wasn't going to happen.
"Angel, I don't think anyone's in here," Buffy said, as he neared the spare room Spike was staying in. Something fell, making a loud crash, and Angel moved his arm out, as if blocking Buffy from anything that was going to come flying at the two. "Maybe we should just . . ."
"SHH," Angel said. He stopped in front of the door, and after trying the handle, only to see it was locked, he raised his leg and kicked it open. The scene that took place before him shocked him. "What the hell is he doing in your house Buffy?"
Buffy looked from Spike, who stood next to Cordelia, both looking as if a tornado had run them over, "His dad went away for a while, its not like it was my idea."
"You're staying at Buffy's house?" Cordelia asked.
"Well, yeah," Spike said. "You should go."
"I'll see you later Spikey," she said, running her hand down his chest before brushing past Buffy and Angel. "You too Angel."
"Cordelia, why don't you let my foot show-"
"I'm going, no need to get violent," Cordelia said, quickly walking down the stairs.
"Oh yeah there is," Angel said, making his way over to Spike.
Buffy grabbed his arm, "Angel, he didn't do anything wrong."
"Are you blind? Buffy he likes you! Funny thing is, he probably thinks he stands a chance with you. Like you would ever date someone that low," Angel laughed.
"She already is," Spike smirked.
"I'm going to-"
"Leave him alone Angel," Buffy said firmly.
"But Buffy, he just said that I was low! Not to mention that fact that he makes eyes at you," Angel said. "How do you expect me to just 'leave him alone'?"
"Its quite easy actually, you go downstairs, out of the door, into your car and drive home," Buffy said, not trying to be funny.
"You're saying that I should leave? Leave you alone with him?"
"Yeah, that's exactly what I'm saying. Angel, if you cant trust me with another guy, then we have a serious issue. I understand your concern, but its pretty much like saying you don't trust me, that I'd do something behind your back. Just leave."
Angel looked hurt, but obeyed Buffy. They'd had fights before, but never had the issue of trust come up. She made a lot of sense, but yet leaving your girlfriend alone with a guy that you hate, isn't something he'd love to do.
Once they had heard the door close, Buffy examined the room to see what had broken. It was one of the vases her mother had bought while she was away in Italy. Buffy didn't think her mother would be angry, but she should clean it up. Walking over to the vase that was now in a million shattered pieces, she began to pick up the larger ones.
"Sorry bout that," Spike said, bending down to help.
"No problem. The way Angel treated you; I should be the one apologizing. It's not like you actually like me or anything. Its all up in his head," Buffy laughed.
"Right," Spike said, standing. "I'll go get the broom."
"Its in the coat closet."
Spike nodded before leaving and Buffy stood up. She sat down on his bed, and placed the glass pieces on his bedside table. He hadn't brought much with him, except for a few suitcases full of clothes and that. Buffy had expected him to bring more personal things, but she figured with all the moving, he didn't have time to get many. She felt guilty for the way Angel had treated him, it wasn't very nice, and it wasn't even her fault, but yet somehow it was.
"Got it," Spike said, snapping Buffy out of her thoughts. She looked up to see Spike walking in with a broom and dustpan.
She stood again, taking the glass in her hand, "I'm going to take this down to the garbage. You can come down when you're done. We can watch TV or something, I don't know."
"TV? Who are you and what did you do with the real Buffy?" Spike smiled.
"I don't know. I just figure I've been mean to you for no reason. My parents are right, and that is something I will never admit to saying, but they are. I'm judging you when I don't even know you, I'm sorry."
"Sorry eh? Well, guess I could forgive you," Spike said.
She sent him a playful smile, "Oh, like it was my entire fault. You've got nothing to be sorry for?"
"What can I say luv, I'm the victim of pure cruelty here."
"I hope you cut your finger on that glass and bleed to death!" she said jokingly before leaving.
. . . TBC . . .
Summary: A/U Buffy Summers has the perfect life, great boyfriend, awesome friends and amazing parents. Her life is going great until someone new decides to join it. Will this new person cause her perfect life to crumble before her? Or make it better then she ever thought possible?
Disclaimer: I do not own them.
~~**~~
It had been a few days since her dinner with Spike and his dad, and the two hadn't talked since. Not that Buffy had a problem with it; she liked pretending he didn't exist. Angel was all she needed right now, and she was glad he was there. She sat on Angel's lap, his hands wrapped around her waist; their friends surrounded them at the picnic bench as they ate their lunch. She looked up into his eyes and smiled before he planted a kiss on her lips, ever so gently.
"So, Buffy, you coming tonight?" Tara asked.
"Um, where?" Buffy asked, feeling stupid that she hadn't paid any attention to what her friends were talking about.
"The Bronze. You have to come Buff, it'll be fun. The whole gang," Xander said.
"I'll try. Just hope my parents don't have me babysitting Spike tonight."
"What is with him? Why is he always hanging around your house? Isn't it just your dads that are friends, why do you two have to be?" Anya asked. "It doesn't make any sense."
"You're right Anya, but my dad insists that I be kind to "William". 'He's a great boy and he really likes you'," Buffy said, imitating her dad.
Angel let out a low growl, "I'll kill him if I ever see him near you."
"Its okay Angel, don't be so jealous. Nothing is going to happen between me and Spike. Besides, he's probably not even coming over tonight."
~~**~~
"What?! Mom are you insane?!" Buffy yelled, following her mother around the house. "You can't be serious! Spike cannot be staying with us!!"
"Its only for a few days while his father's out of town Buffy, it wont be that bad," Joyce said, stopping to face her daughter.
"But-"
"Don't but me. William is staying with us and tonight, me and your father are going to a Gallery dinner, so I need you to take him with you wherever you go."
"You make him sound like a three year old kid. Mom, he's seventeen, I'm sure he can handle himself," Buffy complained.
"Please Buffy, just take him with you to see your friends. It can't possibly be that bad."
"Want to bet?"
~~**~~
Buffy walked into the Bronze, Spike slowly following her. As she made her way through the sea of teens, Spike stayed close, not wanting to lose her. He was close enough to her, that he could smell her perfume. Secretly, he'd been crushing on Buffy, but there was no way he could ever tell her how she felt, she'd bloody laugh in his face. And that poofter Angel, god knows what he'd do to him if he ever found out.
"Spike, you can go . . . Wherever you want. Just, don't go near Angel, kapesh (I don't know how to spell it, but you get what I mean, right?)?" Buffy asked, as she spotted her friends at a table.
"Gladly luv, don't like your crowd to much, don't think they care too much for me either," Spike said, casually glancing around. "Cordelia's probably round somewhere, she'll be happy to see me."
"Yeah, you go find her," Buffy said, walking off. 'What does he see in her? An easy lay probably,' Buffy thought. Sitting down next to Angel, Buffy looked back to see Spike dancing with Cordelia. For some reason, it pissed something off inside of her, and she just wanted to rip that hair right out of the little bitch's head. "Angel sweetie, lets go dance," Buffy said, pulling at his arm.
Angel nodded and Buffy practically dragged him over to a spot next to Spike and Cordelia. She wrapped her arms around Angel's neck, and felt his hands take their place on her back, a little lower then normal. Angel knew Spike had a thing for Buffy, and it made him so jealous. Especially since he could get close to her on account of their fathers.
"Spike, lets go," Cordelia said seductively, running her fingers through his hair.
"Where?"
"Does it matter? I promise you a good time," she said, nipping at his neck.
Spike gave her a smirk before letting her pull him away from the dance. He took notice of Buffy's expression at the sight of him leaving with her, and wondered why she was like that, but shook it off. Buffy sent a death glare Cordelia's way before concentrating on Angel. Why did she care so much? Angel loved her, he'd do anything for her but yet she was jealous that Cordelia was with Spike. It made her so frustrated.
"Something wrong Buff, you seem a little tense," Angel whispered into her ear.
"Just school and stuff, its nothing," Buffy said, resting her head on his chest.
"Do you want to go?" he asked.
"I don't want to ruin your night Angel, I mean-"
"Your parents are out right?"
"Yeah," she said, not sure what he was getting at.
"Why don't we go back there then? Alone . . ."
She smiled, "Sounds . . ."
"Fun?"
"Very," she said, pulling away. "I just have to grab my coat. I'll meet you out in your car?"
"Okay, see you in a minute," Angel said, giving her a quick kiss before heading out to his car.
"Guys, me and Angel are going to go back to my place," Buffy told her friends when she got back to the table. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Are you going to have sex?" Anya asked.
"No! Anya!" Buffy yelled, but wasn't too sure herself. Things with Angel were becoming really serious lately; she didn't know what would happen when the two were alone.
~~**~~
When Buffy and Angel got to her house, they found the door open, but no sign of her parents. Angel insisted on going in first, even after Buffy said she could handle herself. She didn't want to fight with Angel, not tonight. Buffy followed Angel up the stairs, after he had thoroughly checked the first floor. She knew it was probably only Spike, but Angel had no idea he was staying at her house, and she planned on keeping it that way. Unfortunately, that wasn't going to happen.
"Angel, I don't think anyone's in here," Buffy said, as he neared the spare room Spike was staying in. Something fell, making a loud crash, and Angel moved his arm out, as if blocking Buffy from anything that was going to come flying at the two. "Maybe we should just . . ."
"SHH," Angel said. He stopped in front of the door, and after trying the handle, only to see it was locked, he raised his leg and kicked it open. The scene that took place before him shocked him. "What the hell is he doing in your house Buffy?"
Buffy looked from Spike, who stood next to Cordelia, both looking as if a tornado had run them over, "His dad went away for a while, its not like it was my idea."
"You're staying at Buffy's house?" Cordelia asked.
"Well, yeah," Spike said. "You should go."
"I'll see you later Spikey," she said, running her hand down his chest before brushing past Buffy and Angel. "You too Angel."
"Cordelia, why don't you let my foot show-"
"I'm going, no need to get violent," Cordelia said, quickly walking down the stairs.
"Oh yeah there is," Angel said, making his way over to Spike.
Buffy grabbed his arm, "Angel, he didn't do anything wrong."
"Are you blind? Buffy he likes you! Funny thing is, he probably thinks he stands a chance with you. Like you would ever date someone that low," Angel laughed.
"She already is," Spike smirked.
"I'm going to-"
"Leave him alone Angel," Buffy said firmly.
"But Buffy, he just said that I was low! Not to mention that fact that he makes eyes at you," Angel said. "How do you expect me to just 'leave him alone'?"
"Its quite easy actually, you go downstairs, out of the door, into your car and drive home," Buffy said, not trying to be funny.
"You're saying that I should leave? Leave you alone with him?"
"Yeah, that's exactly what I'm saying. Angel, if you cant trust me with another guy, then we have a serious issue. I understand your concern, but its pretty much like saying you don't trust me, that I'd do something behind your back. Just leave."
Angel looked hurt, but obeyed Buffy. They'd had fights before, but never had the issue of trust come up. She made a lot of sense, but yet leaving your girlfriend alone with a guy that you hate, isn't something he'd love to do.
Once they had heard the door close, Buffy examined the room to see what had broken. It was one of the vases her mother had bought while she was away in Italy. Buffy didn't think her mother would be angry, but she should clean it up. Walking over to the vase that was now in a million shattered pieces, she began to pick up the larger ones.
"Sorry bout that," Spike said, bending down to help.
"No problem. The way Angel treated you; I should be the one apologizing. It's not like you actually like me or anything. Its all up in his head," Buffy laughed.
"Right," Spike said, standing. "I'll go get the broom."
"Its in the coat closet."
Spike nodded before leaving and Buffy stood up. She sat down on his bed, and placed the glass pieces on his bedside table. He hadn't brought much with him, except for a few suitcases full of clothes and that. Buffy had expected him to bring more personal things, but she figured with all the moving, he didn't have time to get many. She felt guilty for the way Angel had treated him, it wasn't very nice, and it wasn't even her fault, but yet somehow it was.
"Got it," Spike said, snapping Buffy out of her thoughts. She looked up to see Spike walking in with a broom and dustpan.
She stood again, taking the glass in her hand, "I'm going to take this down to the garbage. You can come down when you're done. We can watch TV or something, I don't know."
"TV? Who are you and what did you do with the real Buffy?" Spike smiled.
"I don't know. I just figure I've been mean to you for no reason. My parents are right, and that is something I will never admit to saying, but they are. I'm judging you when I don't even know you, I'm sorry."
"Sorry eh? Well, guess I could forgive you," Spike said.
She sent him a playful smile, "Oh, like it was my entire fault. You've got nothing to be sorry for?"
"What can I say luv, I'm the victim of pure cruelty here."
"I hope you cut your finger on that glass and bleed to death!" she said jokingly before leaving.
. . . TBC . . .