Description: AU. Buffy as an army brat, imagine the possibilities.
Anyway, she moves to Sunnydale and meets William "Spike" O'Connor. But
Buffy's learned in the past not to get too close to people because she
always ends up leaving. So what will happen when Buffy finally falls head
over heels in love?
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Buffy/Spike (again.)
She'd been walking around Sunnydale for nearly twenty minutes and still hadn't found the Junior High School. Sure she'd passed clothing stores, fancy restaurants, fast-food places, a coffee shop-which she made a mental note to check out later-City Hall, but still no school. Buffy looked down at her watch annoyed; 3:21, Dawn would be out of school in 10 minutes and she would freak if Buffy wasn't there to pick her up.
"This is hopeless," she whined stopping to look down a street she was sure she'd already been on. "All right, I know the Junior High is only five blocks from the High School, so why can't I find it? This town isn't that big."
"Need a ride?"
Buffy spun around to see a gorgeous black convertible had pulled up beside her. It was the kind of car Buffy had wanted since her sixteenth birthday last year. It was awesome; beige leather interior, flawless frame, and a great paint job. Its body was almost solid black except a tiny blue racing stripe that ran along the bottom of the car.
'Sweet car.' Buffy thought. Then her eyes landed on the driver; those piercing blue eyes being hidden by a pair of black sunglasses, that platinum blonde hair, those high cheekbones and cocky smile. "Oh," she sighed, "it's you."
"Don't act so happy to see me, luv." Spike grinned. He patted the seat next to him and looked back at the blonde before him, "Need a ride?"
Buffy was ready to tell him to buzz off, but then she thought better of it. 'He does know this town,' the little voice in her head cried, 'and you know if you're late to get Dawn, Giles will kill.' Swallowing her pride, Buffy jogged to the other side of the car. Spike had already opened the door for her and she slid in, pulling it shut behind her.
"Where to luv?" Spike asked sliding a pair of sunglasses onto his face and gripping the wheel. "Wanna head up to look out point for a little 'session'?" he wagged his eyebrows to accent the last word.
"Look," Buffy said turning to him, "the only reason I'm agreeing to a ride is because I have," she glanced down at her watch, "8 minutes to pick up my sister from school before I am grounded for the rest of my teen years."
Spike chuckled as the car lurched forward and took a hard right turn. "Well, if you're looking for the Junior High School, you're on the wrong side of town. Walking, it would have taken you another twenty minutes to get there."
"Great." Buffy sighed leaning back in her seat. She pulled out a pair of sunglasses from her book bag and slid them on.
The rest of the trip was made in silence, not a single word passed between the two. But Spike couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked with the wind whipping her hair around. When she sat down, her jeans had slipped down another inch or so and her shirt, if you could call the piece of material she wore a shirt, rode up, so now he could see a majority of her stomach. The tiny blue jewel in her navel ring caught the light every so often and shined like a diamond. Spike couldn't take his eyes off of her.
Buffy noticed his constant glances, but for the most part she ignored him. She was used to guys staring at her, but there was something about the way his eyes seemed to look right through her. "Something wrong?" she finally asked.
"What?" Spike jumped, mad that he'd been caught staring at her. "Nothing's wrong. Why would anything be wrong?"
"Well you keep looking at me." Buffy pointed out.
He didn't know what to say. Yeah, he'd been looking at her, but any guys with eyes would have done the same. "Well can you blame me? I mean those clothes you're wearing aren't exactly suited to turn boys away are they?"
"What wrong with the way I dress?" Buffy asked innocently. Normally she hated playing guys, but there was something about Spike that made her want to tug on his chain.
"Well," Spike started, trying to choose his words carefully. He didn't want to piss this girl off and get a shoe thrown at his head, again. "You dress like you're headed for a night on the town, you know?"
"Are you calling me a hooker?!" Buffy shouted, face turning red with anger.
"No." Spike assured her, trying to get himself out of the hole he had just dug. "I'm just saying, you look like you're ready to go to a dance club, but its just school, pet." Spike pulled up beside a rather large brick building. "Here ya go."
Buffy looked past the driver to the masses of kids gathering outside the school. They all seemed huddled into small groups, and she didn't see Dawn anywhere. "I don't see her." She told Spike.
"Maybe she's still inside?" he suggested.
Buffy opened her door and climbed out; she had taken two or three steps before she realized Spike wasn't behind her. Buffy turned around to find him still sitting behind the wheel, shades on, looking good. "You just gonna sit there?" she asked, slightly annoyed.
"Um, yeah?" Spike answered though it was more of a question.
"Do you have any idea what I'm about to walk into?" Buffy asked, but Spike only stared at her with a quizzical look. "I'm about to go into a battlefield filled with hormonal junior high boys. It's like suicide."
"And what would you like me to do, luv?" he asked, grinning up at her. She looked so cute standing there with her hands resting on her tiny hips, her head cocked to the side.
"Come with me." She admitted.
Spike looked at her for a moment then climbed out of the car. He casually strode to the other side, meeting her on the sidewalk. "Are we ready for battle, General Summers?"
"Funny." She sighed sarcastically. Buffy took off at a fast pace into the crowds.
Spike allowed her to walk in front of him, enjoying the view from behind. He laughed at the thought of anyone being afraid of these kids. They were harmless for all he knew.
"Hey babe," a punked out kid called looking directly at Buffy, "you wanna go find a more private place?" The kid wagged his eyebrows and flashed her a wicked grin.
Buffy turned around and stared at the kid. He was your typical junior high bad ass; wearing clothes at least two sizes to big for him, his hair dyed a bright green, and more jewelry than Buffy owned. "No thanks." Buffy said rolling her eyes.
"What, you afraid you can't handle a real man?" A few of the students around the kid laughed at his joke and eyed Buffy.
"Maybe you didn't hear her." Spike sneered. The kids hadn't even seen him standing there. "She said no thanks."
"What are you her brother?" The little punk laughed.
"I happen to be the boyfriend," Spike lied, coyly slipping an arm around Buffy's waist. He pulled her closer to himself.
"Oh really?" a girl asked from behind the two. Buffy spun quickly, still in Spike's grasp, to find Dawn standing behind them staring up at her.
She was clad in a pair of green denim jeans that hugged her hips tightly and a light blue t-shirt with a slew of glittering butterflies across the front. Her long chestnut brown hair was pulled back into two French- braided pigtails and a light application of make-up graced her face.
"Dawn," Buffy sighed in relief, "Finally."
"So Buff," Dawn eyed the guy standing next to her sister, "who's the bleached wonder?"
"Well," Spike huffed taken back by her words. His arm was still around Buffy's waist, she didn't seem to be pulling away, and he wasn't about to give that up. "Feisty little Niblet isn't she?" he asked Buffy.
"Dawn this is Spike; Spike this is my annoying little sister Dawn." Buffy introduced the two. "Spike's gonna give us a ride home. Let's go."
"You've been in this town for less than a week and you've already got a honey?" Dawn asked following the pair to Spike's car.
Buffy finally noticed the arm around her waist and quickly peeled it off. "He's not my honey." She explained to Dawn.
Spike said nothing as he jogged to the driver's side of the car and climbed in.
"Whoa." Dawn stopped in her tracks and stared at the vehicle in front of her. "Sweet car."
"I know." Buffy laughed, opening the passenger door and letting Dawn crawl in the backseat.
"Easy on the leather!" Spike scolded the girl.
"Touchy." Dawn sighed, dropping down in the seat.
Buffy climbed in and slammed the door behind her. Spike gunned the engine and peeled out of the school parking lot.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Buffy/Spike (again.)
She'd been walking around Sunnydale for nearly twenty minutes and still hadn't found the Junior High School. Sure she'd passed clothing stores, fancy restaurants, fast-food places, a coffee shop-which she made a mental note to check out later-City Hall, but still no school. Buffy looked down at her watch annoyed; 3:21, Dawn would be out of school in 10 minutes and she would freak if Buffy wasn't there to pick her up.
"This is hopeless," she whined stopping to look down a street she was sure she'd already been on. "All right, I know the Junior High is only five blocks from the High School, so why can't I find it? This town isn't that big."
"Need a ride?"
Buffy spun around to see a gorgeous black convertible had pulled up beside her. It was the kind of car Buffy had wanted since her sixteenth birthday last year. It was awesome; beige leather interior, flawless frame, and a great paint job. Its body was almost solid black except a tiny blue racing stripe that ran along the bottom of the car.
'Sweet car.' Buffy thought. Then her eyes landed on the driver; those piercing blue eyes being hidden by a pair of black sunglasses, that platinum blonde hair, those high cheekbones and cocky smile. "Oh," she sighed, "it's you."
"Don't act so happy to see me, luv." Spike grinned. He patted the seat next to him and looked back at the blonde before him, "Need a ride?"
Buffy was ready to tell him to buzz off, but then she thought better of it. 'He does know this town,' the little voice in her head cried, 'and you know if you're late to get Dawn, Giles will kill.' Swallowing her pride, Buffy jogged to the other side of the car. Spike had already opened the door for her and she slid in, pulling it shut behind her.
"Where to luv?" Spike asked sliding a pair of sunglasses onto his face and gripping the wheel. "Wanna head up to look out point for a little 'session'?" he wagged his eyebrows to accent the last word.
"Look," Buffy said turning to him, "the only reason I'm agreeing to a ride is because I have," she glanced down at her watch, "8 minutes to pick up my sister from school before I am grounded for the rest of my teen years."
Spike chuckled as the car lurched forward and took a hard right turn. "Well, if you're looking for the Junior High School, you're on the wrong side of town. Walking, it would have taken you another twenty minutes to get there."
"Great." Buffy sighed leaning back in her seat. She pulled out a pair of sunglasses from her book bag and slid them on.
The rest of the trip was made in silence, not a single word passed between the two. But Spike couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked with the wind whipping her hair around. When she sat down, her jeans had slipped down another inch or so and her shirt, if you could call the piece of material she wore a shirt, rode up, so now he could see a majority of her stomach. The tiny blue jewel in her navel ring caught the light every so often and shined like a diamond. Spike couldn't take his eyes off of her.
Buffy noticed his constant glances, but for the most part she ignored him. She was used to guys staring at her, but there was something about the way his eyes seemed to look right through her. "Something wrong?" she finally asked.
"What?" Spike jumped, mad that he'd been caught staring at her. "Nothing's wrong. Why would anything be wrong?"
"Well you keep looking at me." Buffy pointed out.
He didn't know what to say. Yeah, he'd been looking at her, but any guys with eyes would have done the same. "Well can you blame me? I mean those clothes you're wearing aren't exactly suited to turn boys away are they?"
"What wrong with the way I dress?" Buffy asked innocently. Normally she hated playing guys, but there was something about Spike that made her want to tug on his chain.
"Well," Spike started, trying to choose his words carefully. He didn't want to piss this girl off and get a shoe thrown at his head, again. "You dress like you're headed for a night on the town, you know?"
"Are you calling me a hooker?!" Buffy shouted, face turning red with anger.
"No." Spike assured her, trying to get himself out of the hole he had just dug. "I'm just saying, you look like you're ready to go to a dance club, but its just school, pet." Spike pulled up beside a rather large brick building. "Here ya go."
Buffy looked past the driver to the masses of kids gathering outside the school. They all seemed huddled into small groups, and she didn't see Dawn anywhere. "I don't see her." She told Spike.
"Maybe she's still inside?" he suggested.
Buffy opened her door and climbed out; she had taken two or three steps before she realized Spike wasn't behind her. Buffy turned around to find him still sitting behind the wheel, shades on, looking good. "You just gonna sit there?" she asked, slightly annoyed.
"Um, yeah?" Spike answered though it was more of a question.
"Do you have any idea what I'm about to walk into?" Buffy asked, but Spike only stared at her with a quizzical look. "I'm about to go into a battlefield filled with hormonal junior high boys. It's like suicide."
"And what would you like me to do, luv?" he asked, grinning up at her. She looked so cute standing there with her hands resting on her tiny hips, her head cocked to the side.
"Come with me." She admitted.
Spike looked at her for a moment then climbed out of the car. He casually strode to the other side, meeting her on the sidewalk. "Are we ready for battle, General Summers?"
"Funny." She sighed sarcastically. Buffy took off at a fast pace into the crowds.
Spike allowed her to walk in front of him, enjoying the view from behind. He laughed at the thought of anyone being afraid of these kids. They were harmless for all he knew.
"Hey babe," a punked out kid called looking directly at Buffy, "you wanna go find a more private place?" The kid wagged his eyebrows and flashed her a wicked grin.
Buffy turned around and stared at the kid. He was your typical junior high bad ass; wearing clothes at least two sizes to big for him, his hair dyed a bright green, and more jewelry than Buffy owned. "No thanks." Buffy said rolling her eyes.
"What, you afraid you can't handle a real man?" A few of the students around the kid laughed at his joke and eyed Buffy.
"Maybe you didn't hear her." Spike sneered. The kids hadn't even seen him standing there. "She said no thanks."
"What are you her brother?" The little punk laughed.
"I happen to be the boyfriend," Spike lied, coyly slipping an arm around Buffy's waist. He pulled her closer to himself.
"Oh really?" a girl asked from behind the two. Buffy spun quickly, still in Spike's grasp, to find Dawn standing behind them staring up at her.
She was clad in a pair of green denim jeans that hugged her hips tightly and a light blue t-shirt with a slew of glittering butterflies across the front. Her long chestnut brown hair was pulled back into two French- braided pigtails and a light application of make-up graced her face.
"Dawn," Buffy sighed in relief, "Finally."
"So Buff," Dawn eyed the guy standing next to her sister, "who's the bleached wonder?"
"Well," Spike huffed taken back by her words. His arm was still around Buffy's waist, she didn't seem to be pulling away, and he wasn't about to give that up. "Feisty little Niblet isn't she?" he asked Buffy.
"Dawn this is Spike; Spike this is my annoying little sister Dawn." Buffy introduced the two. "Spike's gonna give us a ride home. Let's go."
"You've been in this town for less than a week and you've already got a honey?" Dawn asked following the pair to Spike's car.
Buffy finally noticed the arm around her waist and quickly peeled it off. "He's not my honey." She explained to Dawn.
Spike said nothing as he jogged to the driver's side of the car and climbed in.
"Whoa." Dawn stopped in her tracks and stared at the vehicle in front of her. "Sweet car."
"I know." Buffy laughed, opening the passenger door and letting Dawn crawl in the backseat.
"Easy on the leather!" Spike scolded the girl.
"Touchy." Dawn sighed, dropping down in the seat.
Buffy climbed in and slammed the door behind her. Spike gunned the engine and peeled out of the school parking lot.
