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 had been avoiding him for the last three days, after their little dance at the Bronze, Buffy was not feeling very sure of anything at the moment. Avoiding him was easy considering he was only in three of her classes. She managed to sneak from once class to the next without looking too paranoid. Lunchtime was another dilemma, since she and Spike both sat at the same table. But every time Spike would even come close to saying something to her, Buffy would suddenly feel the need for another iced tea.
It was clear to everyone that she didn't want to talk to him, but none of them really knew why. Only Xander, Willow, Oz, and Tara were at the Bronze that night. But surely they had filled the rest in on what went down.
Walking through the south courtyard, Buffy kept her eyes peeled for any sign of a certain platinum blonde. Satisfied that he was nowhere in sight, she strolled off in the direction of her next class. Almost home free before Xander caught up with her, Buffy jumped when he stepped in front of her.
"Geez," she gasped, "are you like trying to give me a heart attack?"
"Sorry," he apologized, "I called your name like twelve times, but you didn't hear me."
"Sorry, must have blocked it out." Buffy peered around nervously hoping that Spike wasn't around.
"Well Willow just wanted me to invite you out tonight."
"Tonight?" Scanning her mental date book, Buffy found nothing planned for tonight with her friends.
"Yeah. You, me, Willow, Oz, Tara, the Bronze, could be fun!" Xander waved his hands in the air to accentuate his meaning.
Immediately Buffy's heart raced. 'This is just what I need, a night with my friends to get my mind off of.other things. No Spike, no teachers, no parents, no sis-' "Crap." She huffed under her breath.
"What's the matter Buff?" Xander asked to her sudden mood swing.
"I can't. I have to baby sit Dawn tonight. Mom and Giles are going out."
"Ow, tough break." Xander sighed. The warning bell sounded and Xander began walking away from his friend. "Well we'll be thinking of you while you're stuck at home, Buff!" he called before dashing off to class.
"Thanks." Buffy mumbled before going to her own class. Neither of them noticed the bleached blonde keeping to the shadows.
Spike smirked to himself as a plan formulated in his mind. "Doesn't want to talk to me eh? Guess I'll just have to make her then."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?!"
"No Dawn."
"Pretty please with ice cream, and chocolate, and sprinkles, and oranges!"
"Oranges?" Buffy asked, a disgusted look on her face.
"Please?" Dawn resumed her pleading, ignoring her sister's comment about her odd taste in ice cream toppings.
"Dawn," Buffy sighed. She was trying to clean her room up, finish her homework and baby-sit Dawn at the same time, and the youngest Summers was not making it any easier.
"Come on." Dawn whined, she picked up a stray pair of jeans off of her sister's bedroom floor and strung them through a hanger. "Can't we have just one night of sisterly bonding?"
"Dawn I already told you, I have a ton of homework and mom said if my room didn't get cleaned tonight she was going to throw everything that was on the floor out the window." Buffy explained while cleaning.
"Well I'll help." Dawn jumped at the opportunity. "You can finish your homework while I clean your room."
Buffy stopped mid-dusting and stared at her sister. Dawn was standing there, a clump of clothes already on hangers in her arms. "Okay," Buffy said wearily eyeballing her sister, "who are you and what have you done with Dawnie?"
"Ha ha." Dawn laughed sarcastically. "Look I've really missed hanging with you lately and thought you might want to do something."
The blonde thought for a minute. "What's the catch?" Buffy straightened and rested her hands on her hips.
"Dad said I couldn't watch the movie unless you watched it with me because I might get scared and have nightmares." Dawn explained.
"Dawn, if Giles doesn't want you watching it alone, chances are it's not a good movie for you to see."
"You know Buff," Dawn began hanging up clothes in the already overstuffed closet, "they've been married for seven years and you still call him Giles. Why?"
She chose her words carefully for this one. It wasn't that Buffy didn't love her step dad-she did very much-but he would always be Giles to her. He own father hadn't been around much when she was little, not that she remembered a whole lot. She'd only been six years old when her parents split, but she remembered the constant fighting up until that point. It was always one thing or another; the bills, Joyce's art gallery, the new baby, something. Though he did have enough decency to stick around until Dawn was born, and even a few months after. Giles had been a great friend to Buffy's mom while she was busy raising two kids under the age of seven by herself. He'd been a father to Buffy even before he and Joyce had married. But she'd always known him as Giles, and found it weird to call him dad. But since Dawn had never really known their real father, it was easy for her to accept Giles as her dad.
"I don't know." Buffy explained. "Just always called him that."
Dawn shrugged and began her consistent pleading again. "Well what if I help you clean your room? You can do your homework and then we can watch the movie. Sound good?"
Buffy thought for a minute. Either she could spend the whole night cleaning and doing homework, or she could let Dawn help her and then watch a movie. Granted it wasn't the same as going to the Bronze with the gang, but it was better than nothing. "Fine," she finally decided, "I'll watch it with you."
"Thank you!" Dawn shouted. She ran and gave her sister a chaste hug before setting to work cleaning.
Buffy smiled faintly and set to work doing her homework. 'Maybe this night won't be so bad.' She thought.
About forty minutes later, Dawn was sitting on the couch, feet tucked under her and blanket pulled around her body. Buffy came walking out of the kitchen carrying a tray of sodas, chips, and popcorn. She set it down on the coffee table and took a seat next to her sister.
"Ready Dawnie?" she asked; Dawn nodded in agreement. "Then let the movie begin." She pointed the remote at the TV and pressed the play button. The television screen went black before the picture came into view.
Twenty minutes into the movie Dawn peeled her eyes off the screen for a split second to glance at her sister; Buffy was out cold. Sighing, Dawn pulled the blanket that was wrapped around her legs off and threw it over her sister. "Poor Buffy." Dawn went back to watching the movie when a knock at the door interrupted her. "Great." She groaned, hitting the pause button and climbing off the couch. She threw open the door in an annoyed manner and gasped at the figure behind it.
Spike sat in his car, parked outside the Summers' home for almost an hour. "Just do it!" He argued with himself. "Sitting out here in your ride watching the house could be considered stalker like." Feeling the adrenaline raising in his body, Spike swung open the driver's door and climbed out, slamming it behind him. "Here we go." He said in a calm, steady voice. He jogged across the road and walked swiftly up the porch steps. But when he got to the door he froze, hand poised ready to knock.
'She doesn't want to see you.' The voice sneered. 'If she wanted to talk she would have done so at school.'
"Shut up." Spike growled. He reared his hand back, ready to knock, but still couldn't bring himself to do it.
'You can't do it. Just leave now and get the girl out of you head.'
Determined, Spike rapped loudly on the wooden door. "Here goes nothing." He mumbled to himself when he heard footsteps on the other side. Spike held his breath as the door swung open to reveal-not Buffy, but Dawn.
"Spike?" the younger girl asked.
"Um yeah." Spike said uncomfortably. "Is your sis home?"
"Maybe." Dawn said, she stood with her hands on her hips, head cocked to the side just like Buffy always did.
'She looks just like her sister.' Spike thought. "I really need to talk to her Bit."
"Bit?" Dawn asked confused.
"Yeah. You know you're just a little bit cuter than your sister." Spike knew charm was the only way he was going to get around this girl. "But don't tell her I said that." He added with a sly wink.
Dawn blushed at the compliment and stepped to the side, ushering Spike in. "She's asleep, give me a minute and I'll get her." She left the blonde standing in the hall while she went to wake her sister, returning seconds later, a sleep plagued Buffy following her.
"Who is-" Buffy's voice cut off as she noticed the peroxide blonde standing in her house. She narrowed her eyes angrily; feeling slightly betrayed that Dawn would let him into the house without asking her first. There was no way that Dawn could know that she and Spike were fighting, and Buffy didn't hold that against her. "What do you want?"
Spike was taken aback. Even in her sleep disheveled state she was beautiful. Her blonde locks were pulled back into two braided pigtails, loose strands falling from the binds and gracing her neck. The tank top she was wearing was bunched slightly around her jogging pants, which were shifted just a bit. Her eyes were heavy with slumber, but the minute she saw him they were wide and alert. "We need to talk."
"About what?" she asked dumbly.
"Come on, you know." Spike couldn't believe that Buffy was really the kind to play dumb. She was a lot smarter than she let people see. He eyed her up and down and tried to find the right words.
"Dawn," Buffy addressed her sister but her eyes never left the man in front of her, "could you give us a minute?"
"Sure," she agreed. Dawn turned to leave but grabbed her sister's arm and pulled her aside for a minute. "Don't do anything stupid." She warned before leaving the two blondes to figure everything out.
"So," Spike ventured. Buffy turned to face him, her face marred with a look of almost fear. "What's wrong?" he asked straight out.
"Nothing." She lied. Buffy folded her arms around her body, hugging herself.
"Don't lie to me, pet." Spike retorted. He was becoming annoyed with her already, but he kept his emotions in tune.
"What makes you think I'm lying?" Buffy asked, her face completely emotionless.
"Come on," Spike groaned, "at the Bronze, we were getting along great. Dancing and all that. Then out of nowhere you turn on you heel and take off, virtue fluttering."
"I, um," she desperately tried to come up with a buyable excuse, "I got sick, so I just ran home."
"Oh really?" Spike laughed, not buying it for a second. "I don't think so luv. Something happened in that little head of yours. Care to tell me what?"
Buffy glanced around, looking at anything except Spike. 'If you tell him everything your life will be a lot easier.' She reasoned with herself. 'Just do it and get it over with. You might be able to get a friendship out of this.' Thoughts rolled in her mind, causing a sudden dizzy feeling. With a long sigh, Buffy moved around Spike and took a seat on the steps.
"What's the matter?" Spike asked, worry etched on his face.
"You sure you wanna know?" Buffy asked. Spike nodded in response and took a seat next to her on the steps. "Alright, here goes." She took a deep breath and started her story. She told him everything, from when her parents divorced, to her mom's marriage to Giles, her friendship with Drusilla, and her move to Sunnydale. She told him why she could never have a relationship because her family always had to pick up and move.
Spike sat watching the emotions rolling over her face as she told him everything. He could see the pain in her eyes as she relived her friendship with a girl named Drusilla. His heart cried for the girl, for everything she had been through. Spike found himself developing new feeling for her. She wasn't just pretty and she wasn't just funny, but she was also incredibly strong and that was something Spike had to admire.
When she finished telling him everything, Buffy over at Spike. "That's it." She finished.
"Wow," Spike breathed. He had initially come to see Buffy in hopes of winning her over and spending the night steal kisses on her couch, but now- everything was different. "Listen," he began a slight waver in his voice, "I get what your saying, and-" he took a deep breath and tried to sort out what he wanted to say, "if you want to just be friends, I can handle that."
Buffy released a breath she didn't realize she was holding. This was exactly what she was hoping would happen. She would much rather have him as a friend than constantly chasing after her. "Good."
"Good," Spike echoed. He stood up from the steps and offered Buffy a hand. He helped her up and she walked him to the door. "So I'll see you in school on Monday then?"
"Sure, see ya."
With a quick nod, Spike turned and left the house. Buffy shut the door behind him, a happy smile glued to her face. 'Maybe this place won't be so bad after all.' She thought happily.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Buffy/Spike (again.)
She had been avoiding him for the last three days, after their little dance at the Bronze, Buffy was not feeling very sure of anything at the moment. Avoiding him was easy considering he was only in three of her classes. She managed to sneak from once class to the next without looking too paranoid. Lunchtime was another dilemma, since she and Spike both sat at the same table. But every time Spike would even come close to saying something to her, Buffy would suddenly feel the need for another iced tea.
It was clear to everyone that she didn't want to talk to him, but none of them really knew why. Only Xander, Willow, Oz, and Tara were at the Bronze that night. But surely they had filled the rest in on what went down.
Walking through the south courtyard, Buffy kept her eyes peeled for any sign of a certain platinum blonde. Satisfied that he was nowhere in sight, she strolled off in the direction of her next class. Almost home free before Xander caught up with her, Buffy jumped when he stepped in front of her.
"Geez," she gasped, "are you like trying to give me a heart attack?"
"Sorry," he apologized, "I called your name like twelve times, but you didn't hear me."
"Sorry, must have blocked it out." Buffy peered around nervously hoping that Spike wasn't around.
"Well Willow just wanted me to invite you out tonight."
"Tonight?" Scanning her mental date book, Buffy found nothing planned for tonight with her friends.
"Yeah. You, me, Willow, Oz, Tara, the Bronze, could be fun!" Xander waved his hands in the air to accentuate his meaning.
Immediately Buffy's heart raced. 'This is just what I need, a night with my friends to get my mind off of.other things. No Spike, no teachers, no parents, no sis-' "Crap." She huffed under her breath.
"What's the matter Buff?" Xander asked to her sudden mood swing.
"I can't. I have to baby sit Dawn tonight. Mom and Giles are going out."
"Ow, tough break." Xander sighed. The warning bell sounded and Xander began walking away from his friend. "Well we'll be thinking of you while you're stuck at home, Buff!" he called before dashing off to class.
"Thanks." Buffy mumbled before going to her own class. Neither of them noticed the bleached blonde keeping to the shadows.
Spike smirked to himself as a plan formulated in his mind. "Doesn't want to talk to me eh? Guess I'll just have to make her then."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?!"
"No Dawn."
"Pretty please with ice cream, and chocolate, and sprinkles, and oranges!"
"Oranges?" Buffy asked, a disgusted look on her face.
"Please?" Dawn resumed her pleading, ignoring her sister's comment about her odd taste in ice cream toppings.
"Dawn," Buffy sighed. She was trying to clean her room up, finish her homework and baby-sit Dawn at the same time, and the youngest Summers was not making it any easier.
"Come on." Dawn whined, she picked up a stray pair of jeans off of her sister's bedroom floor and strung them through a hanger. "Can't we have just one night of sisterly bonding?"
"Dawn I already told you, I have a ton of homework and mom said if my room didn't get cleaned tonight she was going to throw everything that was on the floor out the window." Buffy explained while cleaning.
"Well I'll help." Dawn jumped at the opportunity. "You can finish your homework while I clean your room."
Buffy stopped mid-dusting and stared at her sister. Dawn was standing there, a clump of clothes already on hangers in her arms. "Okay," Buffy said wearily eyeballing her sister, "who are you and what have you done with Dawnie?"
"Ha ha." Dawn laughed sarcastically. "Look I've really missed hanging with you lately and thought you might want to do something."
The blonde thought for a minute. "What's the catch?" Buffy straightened and rested her hands on her hips.
"Dad said I couldn't watch the movie unless you watched it with me because I might get scared and have nightmares." Dawn explained.
"Dawn, if Giles doesn't want you watching it alone, chances are it's not a good movie for you to see."
"You know Buff," Dawn began hanging up clothes in the already overstuffed closet, "they've been married for seven years and you still call him Giles. Why?"
She chose her words carefully for this one. It wasn't that Buffy didn't love her step dad-she did very much-but he would always be Giles to her. He own father hadn't been around much when she was little, not that she remembered a whole lot. She'd only been six years old when her parents split, but she remembered the constant fighting up until that point. It was always one thing or another; the bills, Joyce's art gallery, the new baby, something. Though he did have enough decency to stick around until Dawn was born, and even a few months after. Giles had been a great friend to Buffy's mom while she was busy raising two kids under the age of seven by herself. He'd been a father to Buffy even before he and Joyce had married. But she'd always known him as Giles, and found it weird to call him dad. But since Dawn had never really known their real father, it was easy for her to accept Giles as her dad.
"I don't know." Buffy explained. "Just always called him that."
Dawn shrugged and began her consistent pleading again. "Well what if I help you clean your room? You can do your homework and then we can watch the movie. Sound good?"
Buffy thought for a minute. Either she could spend the whole night cleaning and doing homework, or she could let Dawn help her and then watch a movie. Granted it wasn't the same as going to the Bronze with the gang, but it was better than nothing. "Fine," she finally decided, "I'll watch it with you."
"Thank you!" Dawn shouted. She ran and gave her sister a chaste hug before setting to work cleaning.
Buffy smiled faintly and set to work doing her homework. 'Maybe this night won't be so bad.' She thought.
About forty minutes later, Dawn was sitting on the couch, feet tucked under her and blanket pulled around her body. Buffy came walking out of the kitchen carrying a tray of sodas, chips, and popcorn. She set it down on the coffee table and took a seat next to her sister.
"Ready Dawnie?" she asked; Dawn nodded in agreement. "Then let the movie begin." She pointed the remote at the TV and pressed the play button. The television screen went black before the picture came into view.
Twenty minutes into the movie Dawn peeled her eyes off the screen for a split second to glance at her sister; Buffy was out cold. Sighing, Dawn pulled the blanket that was wrapped around her legs off and threw it over her sister. "Poor Buffy." Dawn went back to watching the movie when a knock at the door interrupted her. "Great." She groaned, hitting the pause button and climbing off the couch. She threw open the door in an annoyed manner and gasped at the figure behind it.
Spike sat in his car, parked outside the Summers' home for almost an hour. "Just do it!" He argued with himself. "Sitting out here in your ride watching the house could be considered stalker like." Feeling the adrenaline raising in his body, Spike swung open the driver's door and climbed out, slamming it behind him. "Here we go." He said in a calm, steady voice. He jogged across the road and walked swiftly up the porch steps. But when he got to the door he froze, hand poised ready to knock.
'She doesn't want to see you.' The voice sneered. 'If she wanted to talk she would have done so at school.'
"Shut up." Spike growled. He reared his hand back, ready to knock, but still couldn't bring himself to do it.
'You can't do it. Just leave now and get the girl out of you head.'
Determined, Spike rapped loudly on the wooden door. "Here goes nothing." He mumbled to himself when he heard footsteps on the other side. Spike held his breath as the door swung open to reveal-not Buffy, but Dawn.
"Spike?" the younger girl asked.
"Um yeah." Spike said uncomfortably. "Is your sis home?"
"Maybe." Dawn said, she stood with her hands on her hips, head cocked to the side just like Buffy always did.
'She looks just like her sister.' Spike thought. "I really need to talk to her Bit."
"Bit?" Dawn asked confused.
"Yeah. You know you're just a little bit cuter than your sister." Spike knew charm was the only way he was going to get around this girl. "But don't tell her I said that." He added with a sly wink.
Dawn blushed at the compliment and stepped to the side, ushering Spike in. "She's asleep, give me a minute and I'll get her." She left the blonde standing in the hall while she went to wake her sister, returning seconds later, a sleep plagued Buffy following her.
"Who is-" Buffy's voice cut off as she noticed the peroxide blonde standing in her house. She narrowed her eyes angrily; feeling slightly betrayed that Dawn would let him into the house without asking her first. There was no way that Dawn could know that she and Spike were fighting, and Buffy didn't hold that against her. "What do you want?"
Spike was taken aback. Even in her sleep disheveled state she was beautiful. Her blonde locks were pulled back into two braided pigtails, loose strands falling from the binds and gracing her neck. The tank top she was wearing was bunched slightly around her jogging pants, which were shifted just a bit. Her eyes were heavy with slumber, but the minute she saw him they were wide and alert. "We need to talk."
"About what?" she asked dumbly.
"Come on, you know." Spike couldn't believe that Buffy was really the kind to play dumb. She was a lot smarter than she let people see. He eyed her up and down and tried to find the right words.
"Dawn," Buffy addressed her sister but her eyes never left the man in front of her, "could you give us a minute?"
"Sure," she agreed. Dawn turned to leave but grabbed her sister's arm and pulled her aside for a minute. "Don't do anything stupid." She warned before leaving the two blondes to figure everything out.
"So," Spike ventured. Buffy turned to face him, her face marred with a look of almost fear. "What's wrong?" he asked straight out.
"Nothing." She lied. Buffy folded her arms around her body, hugging herself.
"Don't lie to me, pet." Spike retorted. He was becoming annoyed with her already, but he kept his emotions in tune.
"What makes you think I'm lying?" Buffy asked, her face completely emotionless.
"Come on," Spike groaned, "at the Bronze, we were getting along great. Dancing and all that. Then out of nowhere you turn on you heel and take off, virtue fluttering."
"I, um," she desperately tried to come up with a buyable excuse, "I got sick, so I just ran home."
"Oh really?" Spike laughed, not buying it for a second. "I don't think so luv. Something happened in that little head of yours. Care to tell me what?"
Buffy glanced around, looking at anything except Spike. 'If you tell him everything your life will be a lot easier.' She reasoned with herself. 'Just do it and get it over with. You might be able to get a friendship out of this.' Thoughts rolled in her mind, causing a sudden dizzy feeling. With a long sigh, Buffy moved around Spike and took a seat on the steps.
"What's the matter?" Spike asked, worry etched on his face.
"You sure you wanna know?" Buffy asked. Spike nodded in response and took a seat next to her on the steps. "Alright, here goes." She took a deep breath and started her story. She told him everything, from when her parents divorced, to her mom's marriage to Giles, her friendship with Drusilla, and her move to Sunnydale. She told him why she could never have a relationship because her family always had to pick up and move.
Spike sat watching the emotions rolling over her face as she told him everything. He could see the pain in her eyes as she relived her friendship with a girl named Drusilla. His heart cried for the girl, for everything she had been through. Spike found himself developing new feeling for her. She wasn't just pretty and she wasn't just funny, but she was also incredibly strong and that was something Spike had to admire.
When she finished telling him everything, Buffy over at Spike. "That's it." She finished.
"Wow," Spike breathed. He had initially come to see Buffy in hopes of winning her over and spending the night steal kisses on her couch, but now- everything was different. "Listen," he began a slight waver in his voice, "I get what your saying, and-" he took a deep breath and tried to sort out what he wanted to say, "if you want to just be friends, I can handle that."
Buffy released a breath she didn't realize she was holding. This was exactly what she was hoping would happen. She would much rather have him as a friend than constantly chasing after her. "Good."
"Good," Spike echoed. He stood up from the steps and offered Buffy a hand. He helped her up and she walked him to the door. "So I'll see you in school on Monday then?"
"Sure, see ya."
With a quick nod, Spike turned and left the house. Buffy shut the door behind him, a happy smile glued to her face. 'Maybe this place won't be so bad after all.' She thought happily.
