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...)
Buffy searched high and low; to the left and the right and still she could not find it. 'Where did I put that thing?' she asked herself silently. Tossing aside a pair of old, faded jeans she cried out in frustration.
"Ugh!" Deciding to give the closet one last try, Buffy pushed back a multitude of hangers to reveal what she was looking for. "Ah ha!" she cried triumphantly. Pulling the garment from its confines, she held the dress against her body and admires her reflection. The sundress was breezy and knee length in pastel colors of pink, lavender, and yellow. "This'll do fine."
Giles had decided to do up dinner right. He made reservations at one of the classiest restaurants in Sunnydale, Il Cielo Italiano—Italian Heaven. Though Buffy had never been to the place in question she'd passed it numerous times and always vowed to check it out someday.
Slipping the dress over her head Buffy relished in the feel of the silky material against her skin. She slipped her feet into a pair of sandals and took one final look in the mirror. 'Pretty darn gorgeous—even if I do say so myself.' Grabbing her purse off the edge of her bed, Buffy exited her room and made her way downstairs.
Giles was waiting in the living room, reading some moldy old book. He looked up when he heard someone enter the room. "Buffy," he smiled, "you look lovely."
"Thanks Giles," she nodded. "You look pretty snappy yourself. Glad to see you've shied away from the tweed look."
"Ah yes, well someone once told me it made me look like—" he paused for a moment, trying to recall the words, "a stuffy, British librarian."
Buffy blushed at the memory; it was right around the time that her mother had started dating Giles and Buffy was still in the 'I-don't-have-to-like- you' phase. "What can I say? I gotta tell it like it is." Buffy and Giles shared a comfortable silence.
There was very little time anymore for the two to spend together. Giles was always working, and Buffy was either at school or out with friends. It'd been months since Giles had worked with her on training. She'd tried to work out by herself a few times but found her efforts fruitless. With no one to teach her, Buffy was pretty much just going through the motions.
"So how is William? Have you spoken with him lately?" Giles asked.
Buffy sighed. "Giles, repeat after me: Spike. He tends to get a little testy if you call him William. Some people can get away with calling him Will, but that's only me."
"Why anyone would prefer to be called Spike is beyond my comprehension." Giles wasn't a big fan of "New Age" names. Anything that slightly differed from Andrew or Matthew or his personal favorite, Rupert, was considered to be tacky in his mind.
"I'm surprised that the two of you don't have plans tonight; it being Friday night after all."
'Oh man,' Buffy thought, 'Does Giles know that Spike was in my room today? He'll kill me!' Remaining outwardly cool, Buffy managed to answer in a calm voice. "We made plans for tomorrow night."
"Ah yes," Giles mumbled. Pulling a handkerchief from his breast pocket, Rupert set to work cleaning his glasses.
"Are Dawn and mom ready yet?" Buffy asked when she could stand the ritual no longer.
"Undoubtedly not," Giles replied with a sigh. "If the end of the world were to come in the next five minutes, those two would still be getting ready." Both he and Buffy laughed heartily.
"I heard that," Joyce said, descending the stairs. Dawn followed a few steps behind.
Giles moved to the bottom of the stairs to greet his wife. "You look amazing."
"Why thank you Rupert," Joyce laughed and kissed him softly.
"Get a room," Dawn gagged. Buffy couldn't help but laugh.
Giles blushed slightly at his stepchildren and carefully led Joyce down the rest of the steps. "Shall we go to dinner then?" he asked the group.
"We shall," Buffy agreed with an enthusiastic nod.
----
"Rupert this place is amazing," Joyce relished in the finely decorated Italian restaurant.
"Yea," Dawn agreed taking her seat, "very classy."
While everyone studied their menus, choosing their meal carefully, Buffy couldn't help but notice a slight air of nervousness about Giles. He seemed to fidget with his tie a little too much and he wasn't behaving like his normal classy self.
'Something's not right about that,' Buffy thought, but opted to not bring the topic into the conversation. Deciding that it was just her paranoia, Buffy settled in for dinner and tried to enjoy herself.
----
"This is so great mom," Dawn sighed heavily. "Chicken parmesan—my new favorite food."
"Don't expect it everyday," Joyce laughed. "You know I can't cook that."
"Amen to that," Buffy joked.
"Hey," Joyce scolded her eldest daughter half-heartedly. "I resent that remark."
"Don't worry mom, your cooking is wonderful," Dawn smiled.
Buffy leaned over and whispered in her sister's ear, "Suck up." Dawn playfully elbowed her older sister in the ribs.
"So Giles what's the occasion for the whole fancy dinner thing?" Buffy asked.
"What do you mean?" Giles replied nervously.
"Well it's not ever day that you splurge to take us to a fancy restaurant, so I figured something's up," Buffy said. "So spill."
Giles and Joyce shared looks of anxiousness. The exchange didn't go unnoticed by both Buffy and Dawn.
'Not so sure I wanna know anymore,' Buffy thought ironically.
"Girls," Giles started, his voice shaking slightly. "Your mother and I have something to tell you."
'This is so not good,' Buffy braced herself. 'Whenever Giles gets nervous things never turn out good.'
"You're not pregnant are you?" Dawn asked her mother, a look of sheer terror on her face.
"No I'm not pregnant," Joyce laughed.
"That's a relief," sighed Dawn. "So what is it then?"
Giles took a breath and looked at his wife, but before either could say a word Buffy supplied the answer.
"We're moving," she said aloud, to no one in particular. The thought had hit her like a ton of bricks.
"How did you know dear?" Joyce asked, fully astonished at her eldest daughter's revelation.
"Because that's the same look the two of you got when we had to leave Boston." Although Buffy was speaking to her mother, her eyes never left the tablecloth. Her mind refused to believe the words coming out of her own mouth. 'We can't move,' she argued internally. 'Not now, not again.'
"Where to?" Dawn asked. Her expression had fallen; she looked as though she would burst into tears at any moment.
"Florence," Giles said just above a whisper, "Italy."
Buffy nearly laughed out loud as the pieces came together in her mind. 'No wonder he took us to an Italian restaurant.' Silently she rose from the table and pushed her chair in behind her.
"Buffy, honey, are you okay?" he mother asked, voice full of concern.
"Yeah," Buffy lied offhandedly. "Just have some indigestion."
Sorry it took so long. My computer decided it doesn't like my floppies anymore so I had to rewrite all my chapters.
Don't forget to review!!
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Buffy/Spike (again...)
Buffy searched high and low; to the left and the right and still she could not find it. 'Where did I put that thing?' she asked herself silently. Tossing aside a pair of old, faded jeans she cried out in frustration.
"Ugh!" Deciding to give the closet one last try, Buffy pushed back a multitude of hangers to reveal what she was looking for. "Ah ha!" she cried triumphantly. Pulling the garment from its confines, she held the dress against her body and admires her reflection. The sundress was breezy and knee length in pastel colors of pink, lavender, and yellow. "This'll do fine."
Giles had decided to do up dinner right. He made reservations at one of the classiest restaurants in Sunnydale, Il Cielo Italiano—Italian Heaven. Though Buffy had never been to the place in question she'd passed it numerous times and always vowed to check it out someday.
Slipping the dress over her head Buffy relished in the feel of the silky material against her skin. She slipped her feet into a pair of sandals and took one final look in the mirror. 'Pretty darn gorgeous—even if I do say so myself.' Grabbing her purse off the edge of her bed, Buffy exited her room and made her way downstairs.
Giles was waiting in the living room, reading some moldy old book. He looked up when he heard someone enter the room. "Buffy," he smiled, "you look lovely."
"Thanks Giles," she nodded. "You look pretty snappy yourself. Glad to see you've shied away from the tweed look."
"Ah yes, well someone once told me it made me look like—" he paused for a moment, trying to recall the words, "a stuffy, British librarian."
Buffy blushed at the memory; it was right around the time that her mother had started dating Giles and Buffy was still in the 'I-don't-have-to-like- you' phase. "What can I say? I gotta tell it like it is." Buffy and Giles shared a comfortable silence.
There was very little time anymore for the two to spend together. Giles was always working, and Buffy was either at school or out with friends. It'd been months since Giles had worked with her on training. She'd tried to work out by herself a few times but found her efforts fruitless. With no one to teach her, Buffy was pretty much just going through the motions.
"So how is William? Have you spoken with him lately?" Giles asked.
Buffy sighed. "Giles, repeat after me: Spike. He tends to get a little testy if you call him William. Some people can get away with calling him Will, but that's only me."
"Why anyone would prefer to be called Spike is beyond my comprehension." Giles wasn't a big fan of "New Age" names. Anything that slightly differed from Andrew or Matthew or his personal favorite, Rupert, was considered to be tacky in his mind.
"I'm surprised that the two of you don't have plans tonight; it being Friday night after all."
'Oh man,' Buffy thought, 'Does Giles know that Spike was in my room today? He'll kill me!' Remaining outwardly cool, Buffy managed to answer in a calm voice. "We made plans for tomorrow night."
"Ah yes," Giles mumbled. Pulling a handkerchief from his breast pocket, Rupert set to work cleaning his glasses.
"Are Dawn and mom ready yet?" Buffy asked when she could stand the ritual no longer.
"Undoubtedly not," Giles replied with a sigh. "If the end of the world were to come in the next five minutes, those two would still be getting ready." Both he and Buffy laughed heartily.
"I heard that," Joyce said, descending the stairs. Dawn followed a few steps behind.
Giles moved to the bottom of the stairs to greet his wife. "You look amazing."
"Why thank you Rupert," Joyce laughed and kissed him softly.
"Get a room," Dawn gagged. Buffy couldn't help but laugh.
Giles blushed slightly at his stepchildren and carefully led Joyce down the rest of the steps. "Shall we go to dinner then?" he asked the group.
"We shall," Buffy agreed with an enthusiastic nod.
----
"Rupert this place is amazing," Joyce relished in the finely decorated Italian restaurant.
"Yea," Dawn agreed taking her seat, "very classy."
While everyone studied their menus, choosing their meal carefully, Buffy couldn't help but notice a slight air of nervousness about Giles. He seemed to fidget with his tie a little too much and he wasn't behaving like his normal classy self.
'Something's not right about that,' Buffy thought, but opted to not bring the topic into the conversation. Deciding that it was just her paranoia, Buffy settled in for dinner and tried to enjoy herself.
----
"This is so great mom," Dawn sighed heavily. "Chicken parmesan—my new favorite food."
"Don't expect it everyday," Joyce laughed. "You know I can't cook that."
"Amen to that," Buffy joked.
"Hey," Joyce scolded her eldest daughter half-heartedly. "I resent that remark."
"Don't worry mom, your cooking is wonderful," Dawn smiled.
Buffy leaned over and whispered in her sister's ear, "Suck up." Dawn playfully elbowed her older sister in the ribs.
"So Giles what's the occasion for the whole fancy dinner thing?" Buffy asked.
"What do you mean?" Giles replied nervously.
"Well it's not ever day that you splurge to take us to a fancy restaurant, so I figured something's up," Buffy said. "So spill."
Giles and Joyce shared looks of anxiousness. The exchange didn't go unnoticed by both Buffy and Dawn.
'Not so sure I wanna know anymore,' Buffy thought ironically.
"Girls," Giles started, his voice shaking slightly. "Your mother and I have something to tell you."
'This is so not good,' Buffy braced herself. 'Whenever Giles gets nervous things never turn out good.'
"You're not pregnant are you?" Dawn asked her mother, a look of sheer terror on her face.
"No I'm not pregnant," Joyce laughed.
"That's a relief," sighed Dawn. "So what is it then?"
Giles took a breath and looked at his wife, but before either could say a word Buffy supplied the answer.
"We're moving," she said aloud, to no one in particular. The thought had hit her like a ton of bricks.
"How did you know dear?" Joyce asked, fully astonished at her eldest daughter's revelation.
"Because that's the same look the two of you got when we had to leave Boston." Although Buffy was speaking to her mother, her eyes never left the tablecloth. Her mind refused to believe the words coming out of her own mouth. 'We can't move,' she argued internally. 'Not now, not again.'
"Where to?" Dawn asked. Her expression had fallen; she looked as though she would burst into tears at any moment.
"Florence," Giles said just above a whisper, "Italy."
Buffy nearly laughed out loud as the pieces came together in her mind. 'No wonder he took us to an Italian restaurant.' Silently she rose from the table and pushed her chair in behind her.
"Buffy, honey, are you okay?" he mother asked, voice full of concern.
"Yeah," Buffy lied offhandedly. "Just have some indigestion."
Sorry it took so long. My computer decided it doesn't like my floppies anymore so I had to rewrite all my chapters.
Don't forget to review!!