Legal Issues
Summary: Buffy and Spike's fathers are rival law firms in LA. The two families hate each other. The kids haven't seen each other in years. Both are perfectly content to go on with their lives, until they bump into each other at a restaurant and have a huge fight. Days later, Buffy and Spike still can't stop thinking about each other. What happens when they both get trashed at a bar and things get a little out of hand?
A/N: This story is based on the fic idea that was posted by vampssuck on Spuffy Archives. I thought it was cool.
Prologue:
"Jenny, I'm so glad you could come." Joyce Summers ushered Jennifer Giles and her young son into their mansion. Jenny gave Joyce a friendly smile as the women moved toward the expensively furnished study on the second floor. Joyce rubbed her swollen stomach.
"How long until Hank gets home?"
"Oh, at least another hour. Enough time to go over what we've found." They stepped into the office. It's walls were lined with books. Mostly dictionaries and legal volumes. They sat on the plush leather sofa that was pushed against a free wall.
A cute blonde girl sat on the floor, pushing a Barbie back and forth in a plastic pink convertible. Jenny's son grimaced with distaste at the girl's choice of toy.
"William, why don't you and Buffy go play a game," Jenny suggested, pushing a brown curl out of his sparkling blue eyes. The girl looked up at the sound of her name, blonde pigtails bouncing playfully. She glanced at William as he started cautiously toward her, then at Joyce.
"It's okay, Buffy. You two have fun. And try not to break anything. Go on over to your play room. We'll be over in a bit."
"'Kay, Mommy," Buffy agreed. She stood up and walked to the door, William only following her when Jenny pushed him toward the door.
The children walked side by side to the play room at the other end of the hall. Once inside, they sat cross-legged on the blue carpet.
"How old are you anyways, Will-yum?" Buffy asked curiously, tilting her head in inquiry.
"I'm eight," he said, rolling his eyes. He told her every time they saw each other, but Buffy always forgot. Buffy shrugged.
"I'm only six. But I'm almost ten. My mommy says when I'm ten I might get a pony."
"Why would anyone want a bleeding pony?" Buffy stuck her tongue out at him.
" 'Cause they're pretty." Her green eyes widened as a thought struck her. "You should get a pony. A British pony. Then you could talk to it in your own language." He frowned at her.
"I speak the same language you do, stupid. I just talk it different." Buffy looked down and picked at her white dress shoe.
"Whatever." She glanced devilishly up at him. "My daddy could beat up your daddy."
"Well, my da says your da's a poof and that I shouldn't listen to anything he says 'cause it's pro'lly a lie." Buffy punched William in the shoulder.
"Is not! You're stupid."
"You're stupid. And you're name's dumb too!" he retorted before making a face at her.
"Is not, poo-head. And my real name's 'Lizabeth. My dad says it's pretty."
"Yeah, well, your mum's fat."
"Not fat, nimrod. She's pregnant." William reached over and roughly yanked on her pigtail. She pouted and rubbed her head soothingly. Then she smiled. "Wanna play hide and seek?"
Summary: Buffy and Spike's fathers are rival law firms in LA. The two families hate each other. The kids haven't seen each other in years. Both are perfectly content to go on with their lives, until they bump into each other at a restaurant and have a huge fight. Days later, Buffy and Spike still can't stop thinking about each other. What happens when they both get trashed at a bar and things get a little out of hand?
A/N: This story is based on the fic idea that was posted by vampssuck on Spuffy Archives. I thought it was cool.
Prologue:
"Jenny, I'm so glad you could come." Joyce Summers ushered Jennifer Giles and her young son into their mansion. Jenny gave Joyce a friendly smile as the women moved toward the expensively furnished study on the second floor. Joyce rubbed her swollen stomach.
"How long until Hank gets home?"
"Oh, at least another hour. Enough time to go over what we've found." They stepped into the office. It's walls were lined with books. Mostly dictionaries and legal volumes. They sat on the plush leather sofa that was pushed against a free wall.
A cute blonde girl sat on the floor, pushing a Barbie back and forth in a plastic pink convertible. Jenny's son grimaced with distaste at the girl's choice of toy.
"William, why don't you and Buffy go play a game," Jenny suggested, pushing a brown curl out of his sparkling blue eyes. The girl looked up at the sound of her name, blonde pigtails bouncing playfully. She glanced at William as he started cautiously toward her, then at Joyce.
"It's okay, Buffy. You two have fun. And try not to break anything. Go on over to your play room. We'll be over in a bit."
"'Kay, Mommy," Buffy agreed. She stood up and walked to the door, William only following her when Jenny pushed him toward the door.
The children walked side by side to the play room at the other end of the hall. Once inside, they sat cross-legged on the blue carpet.
"How old are you anyways, Will-yum?" Buffy asked curiously, tilting her head in inquiry.
"I'm eight," he said, rolling his eyes. He told her every time they saw each other, but Buffy always forgot. Buffy shrugged.
"I'm only six. But I'm almost ten. My mommy says when I'm ten I might get a pony."
"Why would anyone want a bleeding pony?" Buffy stuck her tongue out at him.
" 'Cause they're pretty." Her green eyes widened as a thought struck her. "You should get a pony. A British pony. Then you could talk to it in your own language." He frowned at her.
"I speak the same language you do, stupid. I just talk it different." Buffy looked down and picked at her white dress shoe.
"Whatever." She glanced devilishly up at him. "My daddy could beat up your daddy."
"Well, my da says your da's a poof and that I shouldn't listen to anything he says 'cause it's pro'lly a lie." Buffy punched William in the shoulder.
"Is not! You're stupid."
"You're stupid. And you're name's dumb too!" he retorted before making a face at her.
"Is not, poo-head. And my real name's 'Lizabeth. My dad says it's pretty."
"Yeah, well, your mum's fat."
"Not fat, nimrod. She's pregnant." William reached over and roughly yanked on her pigtail. She pouted and rubbed her head soothingly. Then she smiled. "Wanna play hide and seek?"