Title: Rags to Riches
Summary: Buffy is in an orphanage in Westbury, England. Takes place around the 1900's, but there's some hi tech stuff. She's 16 and has been there since she was 11. Her parents died in a boat accident and having no living relatives she was sent there. In London there is a family looking for a teenager to adopt, someone who could try to help their out of control son, Spike. Giles and Jenny meet Buffy and decide that she is perfect. They take her back to London where she meets Spike. At first there is nothing but hate between them, but then love starts to develop.
Thank you: Trinity Cloud (times 2), buffspike, SlayKitten91, angela, Spike&Buffy4ever, and Courtney.
AN: This chapter Jenny and Rupert Giles arrive and choose Buffy to adopt. Spike will come in, in either the next chapter or the one after that. Please review some more.
~*~*~The week had been a busy one for the occupants of Brandytooke's. There were heaps of work to be done in order to make the Orphanage look presentable, and not some slum. Curtains were washed for the first time in years, beds were made properly, the floors were scrubbed (and this time not as a punishment), and furniture was dusted.
"Ew!" Buffy moaned making a face as she pulled a rag covered with every kind of dirt imaginable out from behind the furnace that provided little heat in the winter months.
"That's going to scar me for life," she said, tossing the rag into a warm bucket of water. She did a lame excuse for wringing it out, by using only her index fingers, not wanting to touch the strange goo that the dirt has turned into.
"That is pretty gross, but at least we weren't assigned to the washrooms," Willow shrugged as Anya and Faith walked in with pure looks of disgust on their face. There mouths were distorted and there eyes were wide with shock.
"I suddenly have a new appreciation for our job," Buffy said with a smirk.
~*~*~*~ "Listen up! The couple is arriving this afternoon, the building is clean as are you," Mr. Brandytooke said striding back and forth looking out at the dozens of teenagers in uniforms standing in the great hall.
"You are to speak only when spoken to, act polite, as you know business is slow and anyone planning on disgracing my good name better get their hide out this door right now!" He shouted his face turning purple. Faith scoffed and looked around at the others.
"What seems to be the problem Ms. Grover?" He inquired smugly.
"Nothin," she mumbled not wanting to be the owner of whiplash. "Good, now organize your selves into order, oldest to youngest!" He barked.
Riley and Faith were the first two, and a little 4 year old named Polly was last. The babies were kept in the nursery.
"Very well, they should be arriving right about.now," he said pulling out his pocket watch. A knock sounded on the door and he graciously opened it.
"Hello, hello, please step into my Humble orphanage," he said in a bragging tone which came out extremely cheesy. A dark haired woman, who looked in her mid 30's stepped inside, Buffy stuck her head around the corner to see. She wore a plum dress that flowed out behind her (you know those old dresses that they used to wear? It's like that, I don't know what they're called) with lace up the front, Buffy thought she held a vague resemblance to the models out of the magazines, she clutched a parasol in a pale hand and smiled as she saw Buffy quickly dart her head back behind the wall. She was followed closely by a much older man wearing a tweed suit and spectacles. His hair line had retreated quite a bit and changed colour. Mr. Brandytooke led them into the Great Hall, Buffy standing in order once again.
"Here you are, these are our residents," he announced puffing out his chest and standing straighter than humanly possible. The chain on his eye glass quivered at the strain.
"Hello," chorused the pair.
"Hello," the orphans replied simultaneously. The older man chuckled and fidgeted with his glasses.
"Hello all, my name is Jenny and this is my husband, Rupert. We decided that something was missing in out family, so we decided to have a new member, and um then we heard about this orphanage and made a decision to come and adopt a child, or ah teenager," she said awkwardly, but in a kind tone. Buffy crossed her fingers and muttered under her breath that she would be adopted.
"Thank you for that wonderful introduction, now the children will introduce themselves and tell you how old they are, let's start with you," he said pointing a straggly finger at Faith.
"Yea, well I'm Faith and I'm 18," she said plainly, bored my the old couple.
"Hello Faith," Rupert said and held out his hand which she frowned at and slapped him on the back instead.
He coughed at such a 'strong' force and walked back over to his wife. They continued down the line hitting a row of 5 boys and came to Buffy.
"Hi, I'm Buffy and I'm 16," she said quietly shaking Jenny's hand, giving a small smile and stepping back to her place beside Willow.
"Nice to meet you," Jenny said and whispered something into Rupert's ear.
"H-Hi I'm Willow and I'm 16.also," she said tongue-tied, and forgot to shake Rupert's hand until Buffy elbowed her in the rib cage. Buffy sympathized for Willow. She probably came off rude, but she was just nervous. The last time someone visited she fainted.
And so they carried on down the list till they got to Polly and then they were sent back to their dorm's while Rupert and Jenny went into the adoption office to choose three children they would like to get o know better.
~*~*~*~Inside the Adoption office:
"Please take a seat,' Mr. Brandytooke said pulling out a chair for them, "Now then what children stir up your fancy?" he asked plopping into a large office chair and folding his hands.
Rupert and Jenny talked in hushed voices for a minute before making up their minds.
"Well, there was the blonde haired girl, um Buffy I believe was her name, the girl who stood beside her Willow, we didn't really see anyone else who might fit our lives," Jenny recollected.
"Ah yes, Willow Rosenburg and Buffy Summers, a fine choice," he said shuffling through his paperwork.
"Could we tlak to them one on one perhaps?" Rupert inquired.
"Of course! I'll call them down momentarily, you can question them or whatever you want," he said and leaned back in his chair lazily.
"Thank you, our neighbours are also looking to adopt a child, so we'll notify them of this Orphanage as well," Jenny said.
Brandytooke's ears pricked up. "Wonderful! Here is our business card," he exclaimed.
"Thank you," Giles said taking it form him.
"I'll have my assistant go and fetch your choices."
~*~*~*~
"It went terrible didn't it," Willow groaned flopping onto her bed. Buffy sat down at her feet.
"Of course not, you were just nervous, everyone was, but our fate isn't in our hands now, all we can do is hope tha-"
Buffy was interrupted by a knock at the door.
"Rupert and Jenny Giles have made a selection," Mrs. Burrows announced.
AN: Ok I'm done, update's won't be as regular now that school will be starting up again, but I'll try to do it whenever I can, review make me go faster *wink wink, nudge nudge*
Summary: Buffy is in an orphanage in Westbury, England. Takes place around the 1900's, but there's some hi tech stuff. She's 16 and has been there since she was 11. Her parents died in a boat accident and having no living relatives she was sent there. In London there is a family looking for a teenager to adopt, someone who could try to help their out of control son, Spike. Giles and Jenny meet Buffy and decide that she is perfect. They take her back to London where she meets Spike. At first there is nothing but hate between them, but then love starts to develop.
Thank you: Trinity Cloud (times 2), buffspike, SlayKitten91, angela, Spike&Buffy4ever, and Courtney.
AN: This chapter Jenny and Rupert Giles arrive and choose Buffy to adopt. Spike will come in, in either the next chapter or the one after that. Please review some more.
~*~*~The week had been a busy one for the occupants of Brandytooke's. There were heaps of work to be done in order to make the Orphanage look presentable, and not some slum. Curtains were washed for the first time in years, beds were made properly, the floors were scrubbed (and this time not as a punishment), and furniture was dusted.
"Ew!" Buffy moaned making a face as she pulled a rag covered with every kind of dirt imaginable out from behind the furnace that provided little heat in the winter months.
"That's going to scar me for life," she said, tossing the rag into a warm bucket of water. She did a lame excuse for wringing it out, by using only her index fingers, not wanting to touch the strange goo that the dirt has turned into.
"That is pretty gross, but at least we weren't assigned to the washrooms," Willow shrugged as Anya and Faith walked in with pure looks of disgust on their face. There mouths were distorted and there eyes were wide with shock.
"I suddenly have a new appreciation for our job," Buffy said with a smirk.
~*~*~*~ "Listen up! The couple is arriving this afternoon, the building is clean as are you," Mr. Brandytooke said striding back and forth looking out at the dozens of teenagers in uniforms standing in the great hall.
"You are to speak only when spoken to, act polite, as you know business is slow and anyone planning on disgracing my good name better get their hide out this door right now!" He shouted his face turning purple. Faith scoffed and looked around at the others.
"What seems to be the problem Ms. Grover?" He inquired smugly.
"Nothin," she mumbled not wanting to be the owner of whiplash. "Good, now organize your selves into order, oldest to youngest!" He barked.
Riley and Faith were the first two, and a little 4 year old named Polly was last. The babies were kept in the nursery.
"Very well, they should be arriving right about.now," he said pulling out his pocket watch. A knock sounded on the door and he graciously opened it.
"Hello, hello, please step into my Humble orphanage," he said in a bragging tone which came out extremely cheesy. A dark haired woman, who looked in her mid 30's stepped inside, Buffy stuck her head around the corner to see. She wore a plum dress that flowed out behind her (you know those old dresses that they used to wear? It's like that, I don't know what they're called) with lace up the front, Buffy thought she held a vague resemblance to the models out of the magazines, she clutched a parasol in a pale hand and smiled as she saw Buffy quickly dart her head back behind the wall. She was followed closely by a much older man wearing a tweed suit and spectacles. His hair line had retreated quite a bit and changed colour. Mr. Brandytooke led them into the Great Hall, Buffy standing in order once again.
"Here you are, these are our residents," he announced puffing out his chest and standing straighter than humanly possible. The chain on his eye glass quivered at the strain.
"Hello," chorused the pair.
"Hello," the orphans replied simultaneously. The older man chuckled and fidgeted with his glasses.
"Hello all, my name is Jenny and this is my husband, Rupert. We decided that something was missing in out family, so we decided to have a new member, and um then we heard about this orphanage and made a decision to come and adopt a child, or ah teenager," she said awkwardly, but in a kind tone. Buffy crossed her fingers and muttered under her breath that she would be adopted.
"Thank you for that wonderful introduction, now the children will introduce themselves and tell you how old they are, let's start with you," he said pointing a straggly finger at Faith.
"Yea, well I'm Faith and I'm 18," she said plainly, bored my the old couple.
"Hello Faith," Rupert said and held out his hand which she frowned at and slapped him on the back instead.
He coughed at such a 'strong' force and walked back over to his wife. They continued down the line hitting a row of 5 boys and came to Buffy.
"Hi, I'm Buffy and I'm 16," she said quietly shaking Jenny's hand, giving a small smile and stepping back to her place beside Willow.
"Nice to meet you," Jenny said and whispered something into Rupert's ear.
"H-Hi I'm Willow and I'm 16.also," she said tongue-tied, and forgot to shake Rupert's hand until Buffy elbowed her in the rib cage. Buffy sympathized for Willow. She probably came off rude, but she was just nervous. The last time someone visited she fainted.
And so they carried on down the list till they got to Polly and then they were sent back to their dorm's while Rupert and Jenny went into the adoption office to choose three children they would like to get o know better.
~*~*~*~Inside the Adoption office:
"Please take a seat,' Mr. Brandytooke said pulling out a chair for them, "Now then what children stir up your fancy?" he asked plopping into a large office chair and folding his hands.
Rupert and Jenny talked in hushed voices for a minute before making up their minds.
"Well, there was the blonde haired girl, um Buffy I believe was her name, the girl who stood beside her Willow, we didn't really see anyone else who might fit our lives," Jenny recollected.
"Ah yes, Willow Rosenburg and Buffy Summers, a fine choice," he said shuffling through his paperwork.
"Could we tlak to them one on one perhaps?" Rupert inquired.
"Of course! I'll call them down momentarily, you can question them or whatever you want," he said and leaned back in his chair lazily.
"Thank you, our neighbours are also looking to adopt a child, so we'll notify them of this Orphanage as well," Jenny said.
Brandytooke's ears pricked up. "Wonderful! Here is our business card," he exclaimed.
"Thank you," Giles said taking it form him.
"I'll have my assistant go and fetch your choices."
~*~*~*~
"It went terrible didn't it," Willow groaned flopping onto her bed. Buffy sat down at her feet.
"Of course not, you were just nervous, everyone was, but our fate isn't in our hands now, all we can do is hope tha-"
Buffy was interrupted by a knock at the door.
"Rupert and Jenny Giles have made a selection," Mrs. Burrows announced.
AN: Ok I'm done, update's won't be as regular now that school will be starting up again, but I'll try to do it whenever I can, review make me go faster *wink wink, nudge nudge*