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.)
"Well did she say anything about me?" Spike prodded. He'd been asking Willow a million questions ever since they got to the Bronze.
"Spike, I told you she didn't say much. Just that you gave her a ride home." Willow sat sipping on her latte at a table near the back of the club. Oz, Xander, and Tara sat around the table with her.
"What else?" Spike took a seat down across from Xander and continued to interrogate Willow. "Is she coming tonight?"
The girl sighed, Spike had been asking her questions ever since they had come to the local club. It was obvious that he liked her, and he didn't deny the fact. But it was getting a little out of hand. Willow glanced over the blonde's shoulder just in time to see Buffy walking through the doors. "Why don't you ask her yourself?"
Spike spun around and his breath caught in his throat. She was a vision; wearing a knee length black skirt, pair of strappy, black sandals, and a shiny blue, backless top. Her hair hung around her shoulders in soft curls and a light coat of make-up on her face. Buffy made her way over to the table and greeted her friends.
"Hey guys." She sang in a happy voice. She turned and looked at Spike who openly gawked at her. "Fashion tip Spike, mouth looks better closed."
Spike immediately caught himself. 'What are you doing you ponce? She's already got you wrapped around her little finger.' He looked at the crowd gathered at the table. "I'm headed to the bar, anyone want anything?"
"I'm good." Willow said noting the mug of still hot latte sitting in front of her.
"I'll take a glass of water." Tara said sweetly, flashing Spike an innocent smile.
"Soda." Xander chimed in.
"Oz?" Spike asked, mentally taking down the orders.
"I'm good."
"What about you luv?" Spike turned to Buffy who took a seat next to Xander.
"I don't know," she looked at the group, "what's good here?"
"The bartender makes an excellent virgin margarita." Xander told her.
"Cool," Buffy flashed him a sweet smile. "I'll take a strawberry virgin margarita please."
"Got it." Spike left the table and went to the bar.
"So," Buffy looked to the group, "what's going on?"
"It's been pretty dull so far." Willow shouted over the blaring music. "Well except for Spike's little game of twenty questions."
"Huh?" Buffy looked at Willow with a confused face. "What are you talking about?"
"Spike's been pumping Will for info ever since we walked in the doors." Xander explained. "He's clearly bonkers for ya Buff."
"Really?" Buffy asked. She turned in her seat and looked in the direction of the bar. Spike was watching her, but when she turned to look at him he quickly turned back to the bar. 'He was watching me?' Buffy thought with a grin. She was about to say something when the music changed, her favorite song playing. "Oh I love this song!" she yelled to Xander. "Let's dance." She grabbed his hand and attempted to pull him to the dance floor, but he was far too determined to stay in his seat.
"No way," Xander argued, "I don't dance. I was born with two left feet ya know?"
"Oh come on you can't be that bad!" Buffy sighed.
"Trust me," Willow piped up, "he's that bad."
"But I want to dance!" Buffy whined.
"So let's dance." Spike said, causing Buffy to jump and turn to look at him. He set all the drinks down on the table and turned back to her. "You want to dance? Let's go." Before she could protest, Spike grabbed her hand and pulled her out to the dance area.
"Isn't that cute?" Willow mused. Tara nodded in agreement.
"I don't know," Xander said, staring off in the direction the two had disappeared, "it almost pains me to see Spike so hung up over a girl."
Buffy's legs moved quickly just to keep up with Spike. It seemed like her was sprinting to the dance floor, her in tow. When Spike finally found a suitable spot to dance he stopped and turned to look at her.
"What was that all about?" she asked, hands poised on her hips, head cocked slightly to the side.
"Well you said you wanted to dance and Xander," Spike pointed over her shoulder back at the table, "he couldn't dance to save his own life. Oz doesn't go anywhere without Willow, so I was your only option."
Buffy thought for a moment and figured he was right. 'It's not a date Buff,' her inner voice screamed, 'You want to dance, he wants to dance, so why not dance together?' That little voice was starting to make sense, Buffy reasoned. "A few rules first," she waved her finger at the blonde in front of her, "#1, no groping, #2, no grinding, #3 hands stay above the waist. Got it?" Spike nodded without another word, and Buffy shrugged her shoulders, starting to sway to the music. With a sly, victorious grin, Spike began moving with her.
Their dance started out innocent enough, both bodies moving and swaying to the beat of the music. There was at least a foot of space between them and their hands remained at their sides. Light conversation and laughing filled the air. Buffy found herself thinking that Spike really wasn't that bad of a guy, and Spike found himself wanting his dance partner even more.
When the song ended and a slower song took it's place, Buffy turned to head back to the table, totally prepared to sit this one out. But Spike grabbed her elbow gently and pulled her to face him.
"Can I have this dance?" he asked, doing his best to act like a true gentleman.
She looked up into his somber eyes and contemplated this for a second. "Sure." She finally said.
The two moved back together. Spike being ever the gentleman, rested his hands lightly on her hips; her arms clung around his neck. They began to smoothly move together, their bodies just inches apart.
"That is completely adorable." Willow giggled staring across the room at Buffy and Spike. "Aren't they just so cute together?"
"They're adorable." Tara sighed taking a quick sip of her water.
"Yeah I gotta admit," Xander said as he stared onto the dance floor, "they do look pretty good together."
"Wouldn't it be great if they got together?" Tara asked.
Willow was about to answer when she remembered what Buffy had told her the first day they met. "Yeah I get to see a lot of great places, but I can never have a boyfriend. We're never in one town long enough for me to have a serious relationship. And it seems like every time I try we leave and my heart breaks." They had been sitting in their Desktop Publishing class when she said it, and her eyes seemed so full of pain, like she was reliving a past memory. As much as Willow wanted to see Spike happy, he knew that if he really fell for this girl his heart would be torn in half when she left. Last time that happened with Darla, Spike became a depressed, moping creature. Willow shivered at the memory. He had become so tiring to be around and even violent at times.
"I don't know," she finally pulled herself from her thoughts, "I mean what if it doesn't work out? We all know how Spike can get."
"Guess we're just going to have to let fate decide it." Oz said in his sober, monotone voice.
Buffy couldn't remember feeling this good. With Spike's arms wrapped around her she felt safe, comforted, protected. As soon as the first slow song had ended another played, and both she and Spike had become a little braver. Buffy laid her head on Spike's shoulder and he pulled her a little closer, testing the boundaries of the rules.
'This is wrong!' the voice shouted, 'You know you can't get involved.'
'Who said I'm getting involved?' she thought. 'It's just dancing.'
'Yeah that's how it all starts.' The voice argued. 'Dancing, then harmless kissing, then love, and then you're both heartbroken when you leave.'
Although it was her subconscious arguing the whole time, the words stung Buffy. It was the truth, she decided, that is how it always ends.
'Get out while you still can.' It screamed just begging to be heard.
Buffy pulled away from Spike's arms and stared up at him.
"What's the matter?" he asked, eyes filled with worry that he had done something wrong.
"I have to go." She said simply and turned to leave, but Spike grabbed her arm again. "Let me go." She pulled her arm roughly.
"Tell me what I did." Spike asked.
"Nothing." She said and turned. She pushed through the masses of people before getting to the door of the club. With a finally glance over her shoulder at Spike, standing in the middle of the dance floor, a dumbfounded look on his face, Buffy left.
Spike, shoulders sunk in defeat made his way back to his friend.
"What happened?" Xander asked when he plopped into the seat next to him.
"I don't know." Spike sighed. He looked back at the door hoping to see her coming back through, but she wasn't there. "I just don't know."
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Buffy/Spike (again.)
"Well did she say anything about me?" Spike prodded. He'd been asking Willow a million questions ever since they got to the Bronze.
"Spike, I told you she didn't say much. Just that you gave her a ride home." Willow sat sipping on her latte at a table near the back of the club. Oz, Xander, and Tara sat around the table with her.
"What else?" Spike took a seat down across from Xander and continued to interrogate Willow. "Is she coming tonight?"
The girl sighed, Spike had been asking her questions ever since they had come to the local club. It was obvious that he liked her, and he didn't deny the fact. But it was getting a little out of hand. Willow glanced over the blonde's shoulder just in time to see Buffy walking through the doors. "Why don't you ask her yourself?"
Spike spun around and his breath caught in his throat. She was a vision; wearing a knee length black skirt, pair of strappy, black sandals, and a shiny blue, backless top. Her hair hung around her shoulders in soft curls and a light coat of make-up on her face. Buffy made her way over to the table and greeted her friends.
"Hey guys." She sang in a happy voice. She turned and looked at Spike who openly gawked at her. "Fashion tip Spike, mouth looks better closed."
Spike immediately caught himself. 'What are you doing you ponce? She's already got you wrapped around her little finger.' He looked at the crowd gathered at the table. "I'm headed to the bar, anyone want anything?"
"I'm good." Willow said noting the mug of still hot latte sitting in front of her.
"I'll take a glass of water." Tara said sweetly, flashing Spike an innocent smile.
"Soda." Xander chimed in.
"Oz?" Spike asked, mentally taking down the orders.
"I'm good."
"What about you luv?" Spike turned to Buffy who took a seat next to Xander.
"I don't know," she looked at the group, "what's good here?"
"The bartender makes an excellent virgin margarita." Xander told her.
"Cool," Buffy flashed him a sweet smile. "I'll take a strawberry virgin margarita please."
"Got it." Spike left the table and went to the bar.
"So," Buffy looked to the group, "what's going on?"
"It's been pretty dull so far." Willow shouted over the blaring music. "Well except for Spike's little game of twenty questions."
"Huh?" Buffy looked at Willow with a confused face. "What are you talking about?"
"Spike's been pumping Will for info ever since we walked in the doors." Xander explained. "He's clearly bonkers for ya Buff."
"Really?" Buffy asked. She turned in her seat and looked in the direction of the bar. Spike was watching her, but when she turned to look at him he quickly turned back to the bar. 'He was watching me?' Buffy thought with a grin. She was about to say something when the music changed, her favorite song playing. "Oh I love this song!" she yelled to Xander. "Let's dance." She grabbed his hand and attempted to pull him to the dance floor, but he was far too determined to stay in his seat.
"No way," Xander argued, "I don't dance. I was born with two left feet ya know?"
"Oh come on you can't be that bad!" Buffy sighed.
"Trust me," Willow piped up, "he's that bad."
"But I want to dance!" Buffy whined.
"So let's dance." Spike said, causing Buffy to jump and turn to look at him. He set all the drinks down on the table and turned back to her. "You want to dance? Let's go." Before she could protest, Spike grabbed her hand and pulled her out to the dance area.
"Isn't that cute?" Willow mused. Tara nodded in agreement.
"I don't know," Xander said, staring off in the direction the two had disappeared, "it almost pains me to see Spike so hung up over a girl."
Buffy's legs moved quickly just to keep up with Spike. It seemed like her was sprinting to the dance floor, her in tow. When Spike finally found a suitable spot to dance he stopped and turned to look at her.
"What was that all about?" she asked, hands poised on her hips, head cocked slightly to the side.
"Well you said you wanted to dance and Xander," Spike pointed over her shoulder back at the table, "he couldn't dance to save his own life. Oz doesn't go anywhere without Willow, so I was your only option."
Buffy thought for a moment and figured he was right. 'It's not a date Buff,' her inner voice screamed, 'You want to dance, he wants to dance, so why not dance together?' That little voice was starting to make sense, Buffy reasoned. "A few rules first," she waved her finger at the blonde in front of her, "#1, no groping, #2, no grinding, #3 hands stay above the waist. Got it?" Spike nodded without another word, and Buffy shrugged her shoulders, starting to sway to the music. With a sly, victorious grin, Spike began moving with her.
Their dance started out innocent enough, both bodies moving and swaying to the beat of the music. There was at least a foot of space between them and their hands remained at their sides. Light conversation and laughing filled the air. Buffy found herself thinking that Spike really wasn't that bad of a guy, and Spike found himself wanting his dance partner even more.
When the song ended and a slower song took it's place, Buffy turned to head back to the table, totally prepared to sit this one out. But Spike grabbed her elbow gently and pulled her to face him.
"Can I have this dance?" he asked, doing his best to act like a true gentleman.
She looked up into his somber eyes and contemplated this for a second. "Sure." She finally said.
The two moved back together. Spike being ever the gentleman, rested his hands lightly on her hips; her arms clung around his neck. They began to smoothly move together, their bodies just inches apart.
"That is completely adorable." Willow giggled staring across the room at Buffy and Spike. "Aren't they just so cute together?"
"They're adorable." Tara sighed taking a quick sip of her water.
"Yeah I gotta admit," Xander said as he stared onto the dance floor, "they do look pretty good together."
"Wouldn't it be great if they got together?" Tara asked.
Willow was about to answer when she remembered what Buffy had told her the first day they met. "Yeah I get to see a lot of great places, but I can never have a boyfriend. We're never in one town long enough for me to have a serious relationship. And it seems like every time I try we leave and my heart breaks." They had been sitting in their Desktop Publishing class when she said it, and her eyes seemed so full of pain, like she was reliving a past memory. As much as Willow wanted to see Spike happy, he knew that if he really fell for this girl his heart would be torn in half when she left. Last time that happened with Darla, Spike became a depressed, moping creature. Willow shivered at the memory. He had become so tiring to be around and even violent at times.
"I don't know," she finally pulled herself from her thoughts, "I mean what if it doesn't work out? We all know how Spike can get."
"Guess we're just going to have to let fate decide it." Oz said in his sober, monotone voice.
Buffy couldn't remember feeling this good. With Spike's arms wrapped around her she felt safe, comforted, protected. As soon as the first slow song had ended another played, and both she and Spike had become a little braver. Buffy laid her head on Spike's shoulder and he pulled her a little closer, testing the boundaries of the rules.
'This is wrong!' the voice shouted, 'You know you can't get involved.'
'Who said I'm getting involved?' she thought. 'It's just dancing.'
'Yeah that's how it all starts.' The voice argued. 'Dancing, then harmless kissing, then love, and then you're both heartbroken when you leave.'
Although it was her subconscious arguing the whole time, the words stung Buffy. It was the truth, she decided, that is how it always ends.
'Get out while you still can.' It screamed just begging to be heard.
Buffy pulled away from Spike's arms and stared up at him.
"What's the matter?" he asked, eyes filled with worry that he had done something wrong.
"I have to go." She said simply and turned to leave, but Spike grabbed her arm again. "Let me go." She pulled her arm roughly.
"Tell me what I did." Spike asked.
"Nothing." She said and turned. She pushed through the masses of people before getting to the door of the club. With a finally glance over her shoulder at Spike, standing in the middle of the dance floor, a dumbfounded look on his face, Buffy left.
Spike, shoulders sunk in defeat made his way back to his friend.
"What happened?" Xander asked when he plopped into the seat next to him.
"I don't know." Spike sighed. He looked back at the door hoping to see her coming back through, but she wasn't there. "I just don't know."
