Description: AU. Buffy as an army brat, imagine the possibilities.
Anyway, she moves to Sunnydale and meets William "Spike" O'Connor. But
Buffy has 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.)
It'd taken Buffy nearly two hours to get ready. Everything had to be just right. Pulling a pair of shorts out of her duffle, the blonde tugged them on. "Shirt, gotta find a shirt." Once again, Buffy dived into her bag. She pulled almost a dozen tops out before finally deciding on a red one- shouldered shirt.
A soft rapping at the door caused Buffy to jump. "Come in." she called.
Tara pushed the door open slowly and surveyed to scene in front of her. A fairly large pile of clothes had managed to appear on the bed that she and Buffy were to share. Buffy herself stood in front of one of the twin, full- length mirrors that sat in one of the corners. She was busy pulling her hair back into a ponytail.
"A-are you almost ready?" Tara asked.
"Oh," Buffy turned around and stared at the bed for a moment before reaching into the side pocket and retrieving some money. "Yeah let's go."
"If she's not down here in three seconds I'm dragging her down the steps." Spike growled. He'd been pacing the same spot for the last hour; there were now marks on the floor.
"Breath Spike." Xander tried to calm his friend. "Girls take a long time to get ready."
"Red is ready. Tara's ready." Spike spat, making his point clear.
Willow smiled sheepishly. Spike was a sweetheart, like the big brother she never had, but he was the most impatient person on this Earth. If you were more than five minutes late to meet him, he simply left. That's definitely something to work on, the girl thought taking down the mental note.
"Here they come." Oz announced looking to a pair of spiral steps that lead to the second floor. Tara was already on her way down, and Buffy had appeared at the top.
Spike ceased his pacing and stared at the steps. His eyes grew wide as he took in Buffy's attire. A pair of shorts that left very little to the imagination and a red top with one strap that stopped before meeting her shorts, leaving a small piece of her well-tanned stomach showing. Spike couldn't help but notice how her top clung to the gently swell of her breasts. Very nice. he thought.
"Well if everyone's ready, let go!" Xander shouted with much enthusiasm. Before anyone could blink, he was off the couch and too the door calling the word "shotgun" as he ran.
"Is he always like that?" Buffy asked the group in general as she followed to the hyper boy.
"Only when he knows that cotton candy and candy apples wait for him." Willow mentioned with a small laugh.
As the group loaded back into Oz's van Buffy felt a familiar presence behind her.
"Looks like it's you and me in the back seat." Spike whispered to her.
Sure enough that was the only seat left. Oz and Xander were in the front, Tara and Willow had taken the middle seat, so that left the back seat to be shared between the two blondes. Turning her head just slightly, Buffy noticed Spike's overly cocky smile.
"Try anything and you'll be minus an appendage by the end of the ride." She warned before climbing in.
Bossy little chit, Spike thought as he gladly watched the girl's backside as she climbed into the van. Like that in a girl.
The carnival was bigger than Buffy had imagined; lights of every conceivable color surrounded the wooden structure. A large Ferris wheel stood in the center spinning, while a chorus of sickeningly cheerful music and screaming children engulfed the visitors. Vendors attacked the tourists, literally, asking them to buy this or that, only to be rejected each and every time.
"Wow," Buffy muttered under her breath.
"Yeah it's pretty great." Willow answered her with a cheery tone. "So what should we do first?"
"I think we should probably wait for Xander." Oz mentioned. It was only then that the rest of the group noticed that the quirky brunette was no longer in their presence.
"Where is he?" Buffy asked, turning her head from side to side, but still not finding the boy.
Oz pointed just over Buffy's right shoulder. "He's already started sugar overload."
Turning around, Buffy finally found Xander. Sure enough he was walking back to the group an armful of fluffy, cotton candy in every color.
"Geez, Xand." Buffy teased, "Think you got enough for everyone?"
"Everyone?" Xander asked, dead serious. "This is all for me."
At the incredulous look Buffy shot the boy, Willow laughed and began tugging her boyfriend towards to a small booth. "Win me that big bear Oz," she pleaded.
"You know these things are rigged, right?" Oz asked her in reply.
"Oh they are not," Spike laughed shaking his head.
"Yes they are," Buffy retorted, "My friend in L.A. once spent $30 at one of these things trying to win a goldfish."
"Well did they?" Tara asked.
"Yeah," Buffy admitted, falling into step next to the shy girl, "but it died before we got home."
Walking up to the poorly painted, wooden counter Spike slapped a dollar bill on the hard surface. "I'll prove to you that these things aren't rigged."
Taking the softball from the worker, a scruffy looking man in his mid 40s, Spike eyed his target expertly. It was one of those games in which the object is to toss softballs into a tilted basket without it bouncing back out. After a moment of contemplation, Spike gently released the ball; it sailed through the air between him and the basket, ringed the inside and flew back out.
"Bloody hell." Spike cursed under his breath and handed the guy another dollar bill. Buffy stood a few feet back with a smug look on her face, laughing when yet another ball dropped to the ground.
"Spike I told you, you can't win at these things." She teased. "No one can."
Oz stepped up next to his friend and placed a dollar bill on the wood in front of him. At a confused look from the peroxide blonde, Oz nodded and answered, "For moral support." Picking up the ball placed in front of him, Oz closed his eyes and casually pitched the ball. To everyone's surprise the sphere landed in the basket and stayed in.
"What the-" Spike muttered, staring blankly as the carnival worker handed his friend a fair sized purple and blue teddy bear. Oz immediately handed it to Willow, who accepted it with a big smile.
Without a word Spike tossed another dollar onto the counter. Again the ball flew through the air, into the basket, and onto the ground; each time, the group learned another British swear word.
Fifteen minutes and nearly twenty dollars later Buffy was now the proud owner of a large brown teddy bear complete with the traditional red bow around the neck.
"Oh Spike," Buffy exclaimed, hugging the animal to her chest, "he's adorable. Thanks."
"So where to now?" Willow asked, clutching her own bear to her body.
"How bout the Ferris wheel?" Xander suggested pointing passed Buffy and Tara to the glowing, spinning wheel. As one the group began to move towards the ride.
"I don't know." Buffy sighed as they came nearer and nearer to the line. "I'm not really a fan of heights."
Spike stopped, turned and stared at her. "Are you saying that you're fraid of heights?"
Buffy was immediate to deny, "No. It's just that-" she searched her mind for a good reason, one that wouldn't get her laughed at. Finally she came up with, "If God intended us to be that high up, He would have given us the power to fly," earning a quiet chuckle from the group.
"I don't know about this," Buffy whined, being dragged behind Spike into one of the Ferris wheel seats.
"You'll be fine," he assured her. A carnival worker pulled the bar across their laps and fastened the latch. "See, we're all strapped in. There's nothing to worry about."
The seat lurched backwards and Buffy grabbed onto Spike's arm. It stopped just a few feet back and both blondes watched as Oz and Willow climbed into the seat. The red head waved to Buffy and gave her and encouraging smile. Then the wheel began to turn again, stopping momentarily for Tara and Xander to take their seats, and then continued.
'Okay,' Buffy thought, 'this isn't too horrible. I can deal with this.'
"So tell me a little something about yourself." Spike asked, trying desperately for some conversation.
"Like what?"
"You know, about your family, it must be fun to have traveled all over the world." He was avoiding looking directly at her, enjoying the scenery instead.
"Fun.yeah," Buffy mumbled with distaste. Spike raised a scarred eyebrow and Buffy continued, "I've never really been one to see the sights. You'd think that growing up in England would be fun, what with so much history all around you. The truth is, I hated it. I hated not being in one place for more than a few months, I hated not being able to keep friends, and I hated not being able to have a boyfriend." A moment of silence fell over the two. Buffy stared down at the coast, listening to the sound of a million voices.
Spike studied the girl next to him. She looked so sad, yet so brave and strong. He'd never known anyone with that kind of strength. "Listen, if you don't want to talk about your past, then I won't push."
"Thanks," Buffy finally let her gaze fall to the man next to her. "Tell me something about you then."
"Me?" Spike asked; Buffy nodded. "Well I was born in England, lived there until I was twelve with my grandmum, but she said I was too much trouble and shipped me off to the states to live with my Uncle Wesley. I've been here ever since. S'not a bad place, boring at times, but you get used to it."
'I'll never get the chance,' she thought bitterly.
As the ride came to a halt and the attendant opened the car for Buffy and Spike, he offered her his hand, and she accepted. They exited the ride, hands still clasped, fingers intertwined, and waiting for their friends. Neither realized that they were still connected, and it stayed that way for the rest of the night.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Buffy/Spike (again.)
It'd taken Buffy nearly two hours to get ready. Everything had to be just right. Pulling a pair of shorts out of her duffle, the blonde tugged them on. "Shirt, gotta find a shirt." Once again, Buffy dived into her bag. She pulled almost a dozen tops out before finally deciding on a red one- shouldered shirt.
A soft rapping at the door caused Buffy to jump. "Come in." she called.
Tara pushed the door open slowly and surveyed to scene in front of her. A fairly large pile of clothes had managed to appear on the bed that she and Buffy were to share. Buffy herself stood in front of one of the twin, full- length mirrors that sat in one of the corners. She was busy pulling her hair back into a ponytail.
"A-are you almost ready?" Tara asked.
"Oh," Buffy turned around and stared at the bed for a moment before reaching into the side pocket and retrieving some money. "Yeah let's go."
"If she's not down here in three seconds I'm dragging her down the steps." Spike growled. He'd been pacing the same spot for the last hour; there were now marks on the floor.
"Breath Spike." Xander tried to calm his friend. "Girls take a long time to get ready."
"Red is ready. Tara's ready." Spike spat, making his point clear.
Willow smiled sheepishly. Spike was a sweetheart, like the big brother she never had, but he was the most impatient person on this Earth. If you were more than five minutes late to meet him, he simply left. That's definitely something to work on, the girl thought taking down the mental note.
"Here they come." Oz announced looking to a pair of spiral steps that lead to the second floor. Tara was already on her way down, and Buffy had appeared at the top.
Spike ceased his pacing and stared at the steps. His eyes grew wide as he took in Buffy's attire. A pair of shorts that left very little to the imagination and a red top with one strap that stopped before meeting her shorts, leaving a small piece of her well-tanned stomach showing. Spike couldn't help but notice how her top clung to the gently swell of her breasts. Very nice. he thought.
"Well if everyone's ready, let go!" Xander shouted with much enthusiasm. Before anyone could blink, he was off the couch and too the door calling the word "shotgun" as he ran.
"Is he always like that?" Buffy asked the group in general as she followed to the hyper boy.
"Only when he knows that cotton candy and candy apples wait for him." Willow mentioned with a small laugh.
As the group loaded back into Oz's van Buffy felt a familiar presence behind her.
"Looks like it's you and me in the back seat." Spike whispered to her.
Sure enough that was the only seat left. Oz and Xander were in the front, Tara and Willow had taken the middle seat, so that left the back seat to be shared between the two blondes. Turning her head just slightly, Buffy noticed Spike's overly cocky smile.
"Try anything and you'll be minus an appendage by the end of the ride." She warned before climbing in.
Bossy little chit, Spike thought as he gladly watched the girl's backside as she climbed into the van. Like that in a girl.
The carnival was bigger than Buffy had imagined; lights of every conceivable color surrounded the wooden structure. A large Ferris wheel stood in the center spinning, while a chorus of sickeningly cheerful music and screaming children engulfed the visitors. Vendors attacked the tourists, literally, asking them to buy this or that, only to be rejected each and every time.
"Wow," Buffy muttered under her breath.
"Yeah it's pretty great." Willow answered her with a cheery tone. "So what should we do first?"
"I think we should probably wait for Xander." Oz mentioned. It was only then that the rest of the group noticed that the quirky brunette was no longer in their presence.
"Where is he?" Buffy asked, turning her head from side to side, but still not finding the boy.
Oz pointed just over Buffy's right shoulder. "He's already started sugar overload."
Turning around, Buffy finally found Xander. Sure enough he was walking back to the group an armful of fluffy, cotton candy in every color.
"Geez, Xand." Buffy teased, "Think you got enough for everyone?"
"Everyone?" Xander asked, dead serious. "This is all for me."
At the incredulous look Buffy shot the boy, Willow laughed and began tugging her boyfriend towards to a small booth. "Win me that big bear Oz," she pleaded.
"You know these things are rigged, right?" Oz asked her in reply.
"Oh they are not," Spike laughed shaking his head.
"Yes they are," Buffy retorted, "My friend in L.A. once spent $30 at one of these things trying to win a goldfish."
"Well did they?" Tara asked.
"Yeah," Buffy admitted, falling into step next to the shy girl, "but it died before we got home."
Walking up to the poorly painted, wooden counter Spike slapped a dollar bill on the hard surface. "I'll prove to you that these things aren't rigged."
Taking the softball from the worker, a scruffy looking man in his mid 40s, Spike eyed his target expertly. It was one of those games in which the object is to toss softballs into a tilted basket without it bouncing back out. After a moment of contemplation, Spike gently released the ball; it sailed through the air between him and the basket, ringed the inside and flew back out.
"Bloody hell." Spike cursed under his breath and handed the guy another dollar bill. Buffy stood a few feet back with a smug look on her face, laughing when yet another ball dropped to the ground.
"Spike I told you, you can't win at these things." She teased. "No one can."
Oz stepped up next to his friend and placed a dollar bill on the wood in front of him. At a confused look from the peroxide blonde, Oz nodded and answered, "For moral support." Picking up the ball placed in front of him, Oz closed his eyes and casually pitched the ball. To everyone's surprise the sphere landed in the basket and stayed in.
"What the-" Spike muttered, staring blankly as the carnival worker handed his friend a fair sized purple and blue teddy bear. Oz immediately handed it to Willow, who accepted it with a big smile.
Without a word Spike tossed another dollar onto the counter. Again the ball flew through the air, into the basket, and onto the ground; each time, the group learned another British swear word.
Fifteen minutes and nearly twenty dollars later Buffy was now the proud owner of a large brown teddy bear complete with the traditional red bow around the neck.
"Oh Spike," Buffy exclaimed, hugging the animal to her chest, "he's adorable. Thanks."
"So where to now?" Willow asked, clutching her own bear to her body.
"How bout the Ferris wheel?" Xander suggested pointing passed Buffy and Tara to the glowing, spinning wheel. As one the group began to move towards the ride.
"I don't know." Buffy sighed as they came nearer and nearer to the line. "I'm not really a fan of heights."
Spike stopped, turned and stared at her. "Are you saying that you're fraid of heights?"
Buffy was immediate to deny, "No. It's just that-" she searched her mind for a good reason, one that wouldn't get her laughed at. Finally she came up with, "If God intended us to be that high up, He would have given us the power to fly," earning a quiet chuckle from the group.
"I don't know about this," Buffy whined, being dragged behind Spike into one of the Ferris wheel seats.
"You'll be fine," he assured her. A carnival worker pulled the bar across their laps and fastened the latch. "See, we're all strapped in. There's nothing to worry about."
The seat lurched backwards and Buffy grabbed onto Spike's arm. It stopped just a few feet back and both blondes watched as Oz and Willow climbed into the seat. The red head waved to Buffy and gave her and encouraging smile. Then the wheel began to turn again, stopping momentarily for Tara and Xander to take their seats, and then continued.
'Okay,' Buffy thought, 'this isn't too horrible. I can deal with this.'
"So tell me a little something about yourself." Spike asked, trying desperately for some conversation.
"Like what?"
"You know, about your family, it must be fun to have traveled all over the world." He was avoiding looking directly at her, enjoying the scenery instead.
"Fun.yeah," Buffy mumbled with distaste. Spike raised a scarred eyebrow and Buffy continued, "I've never really been one to see the sights. You'd think that growing up in England would be fun, what with so much history all around you. The truth is, I hated it. I hated not being in one place for more than a few months, I hated not being able to keep friends, and I hated not being able to have a boyfriend." A moment of silence fell over the two. Buffy stared down at the coast, listening to the sound of a million voices.
Spike studied the girl next to him. She looked so sad, yet so brave and strong. He'd never known anyone with that kind of strength. "Listen, if you don't want to talk about your past, then I won't push."
"Thanks," Buffy finally let her gaze fall to the man next to her. "Tell me something about you then."
"Me?" Spike asked; Buffy nodded. "Well I was born in England, lived there until I was twelve with my grandmum, but she said I was too much trouble and shipped me off to the states to live with my Uncle Wesley. I've been here ever since. S'not a bad place, boring at times, but you get used to it."
'I'll never get the chance,' she thought bitterly.
As the ride came to a halt and the attendant opened the car for Buffy and Spike, he offered her his hand, and she accepted. They exited the ride, hands still clasped, fingers intertwined, and waiting for their friends. Neither realized that they were still connected, and it stayed that way for the rest of the night.
