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 couldn't believe it was happening again; she wouldn't let herself believe it. She was sleeping, all warm and snuggled in her bed, clutching Mr. Gordo tightly to her chest. She was sitting in history listening to Mr. Kepp drone on about some subject, and trying desperately not to doze off. She was anywhere right now except in her bedroom stuffing her belongings into a brown cardboard box.
'I knew this was going to happen. I knew we would be moving again,' Buffy thought bitterly. She tossed a pile of clothes into the box not bothering to fold anything. 'I don't even know why I unpack these things. I just end up repacking everything anyhow.'
A soft rapping at her door alerted Buffy to a visitor.
"Come in," she called.
Giles stepped into her nearly bare room. "Willow's downstairs," he announced. "Should I tell her to come up?"
"Tell her I'm sleeping," Buffy said solemnly, avoiding direct eye contact with her step father.
"Buffy, I know you're hurting," Giles began taking a seat on the edge of Buffy's bed, "and I am terribly sorry to have to put you girls through this. I know how hard it must be for you two."
"You have no idea," Buffy said. She dropped a few odd things into her box and moved it to the floor amongst the rest of her stuff that had already been packed away. She considered for a moment taking a seat next to Giles, but opted to stand or rather lean against the wall near her window. 'Not my window anymore,' she reminded herself painfully.
"I don't know how many different ways I can apologize," Giles said standing. "I'm sorry for all of this and I hope you're not overly mad at me." When Buffy said nothing, he turned and headed for the door.
"I'm not mad at you," she said, stopping him in his tracks.
Giles turned and faced his step daughter. "You're not?"
"No, I'm mad about the situation. Giles," Buffy whispered, finally taking a seat on the bed, "I know none of this is your fault. It's just how your job works, but—I still don't want to go." Her voice wavered, revealing the sea of emotions hidden below the calm exterior.
Seeing the evident eruption of emotions, Giles quickly closed to space between himself and the bed, and wrapped his arms tightly around Buffy. She leaned into his embrace and the tears fell freely, dampening the pale dress shirt he wore.
"I don't want to leave," Buffy admitted between sobs. "I have friends here—real friends. And a boyfriend. I have a boyfriend that I really care for and now I have to leave him behind. Leave them all behind." Her small body shook with sobs and tears rolled down her cheeks.
"I know," Giles kept repeating. He knew the best therapy was to let Buffy let out all her stress; so he just let her cry and talk out her fears. That's exactly what he was doing: allowing her to say anything and everything that was on her mind.
"Why can't we just stay in one place for more than a few months?" Buffy asked no one in particular. "Is that so much to ask?"
"I don't know how to answer that sweetheart," Giles sighed. He kissed the top of the girl's head and said, "I can only promise that if we're all together things will always work out."
Buffy sat up straight and looked at the man in front of her. "How can you know that? Are you some kind of psychic?" She wiped the tears from her eyes and the stray hairs from her face.
"No I'm not psychic," Giles laughed, "but I do have faith that everything will be alright."
"I wish I did," Buffy said getting off the bed and crossing the room. "Tell Willow to come on up."
Giles nodded and left the room. No sooner had he left that the shy face of Willow peeked through the bedroom door.
"You called for me m'lady?" Willow chided, bowing dramatically.
"Hey Will," Buffy greeted her closest friend with a forced smile. Will strode into the room and jumped onto Buffy's bed.
"So when do you leave?" she asked softly as if not saying it aloud would make it just a rumor. Preoccupying herself with Mr. Gordo, Willow tried to keep from getting emotional. When Buffy told had told her that she was moving, Willow felt her body go numb.
"Two days," Buffy mumbled. "Two days before I move to Italy. God I can't believe this." Sighing heavily, she dropped onto her bed next to Willow.
"Maybe it won't be as horrible as you think," the red head suggested, trying to lighten the mood.
Buffy turned her head and gave her friend a look of disbelief. "You can't be serious. Willow, I'm going to be half a world away from you guys. I'll probably never see any of you again."
"But we can still email each other all the time," Willow added, "I'm sure we'll still be friends, right?"
"Always," Buffy smiled. The two sat there for a few moments in complete silence, basking in each other's company.
"So how did Spike take it?" Willow finally asked.
Buffy cringed at the question. Spike was the first person that she'd told about her step father's relocation. He had reacted like the typical boy; confusion, cursing, questioning, and blaming of completely unrelated groups. At one point he place blame on the Soviet government. When Buffy asked him to explain the connection he mumbled something about 'bloody communists' and that was that.
"He took it pretty hard," she recalled.
"I can imagine. I mean why shouldn't he? His girlfriend is leaving to move to Italy and he'll never see her again. And what if you two were soul mates? Will everything work out in the end or is that only reserved for story books?" Buffy smiled weakly at her friends ramblings. It was a well known fact that when Willow became nervous or anxious she often rambled incoherently.
"Can we not talk about this?" Buffy asked. She climbed off of the bed and busied herself with a packing a few more items.
"Sorry," Willow apologized, sitting up on the bed and watching her friend. "What do you want to talk about?"
"I don't know," Buffy admitted. "I don't know anymore."
----
Buffy lay in her bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. She couldn't sleep and all of her books had been packed. 'I can't believe this is the last time that I'll be staring at this ceiling,' she thought. The soft tapping against her window pane caused Buffy to sit up in bed suddenly. The sound continued; Buffy climbed out of bed and opened her window.
"Spike?" she asked as the bleached blonde climbed into her room.
"Hello luv," he greeted his girlfriend.
"What are you doing here?" she asked. Though she was delighted to see him, Buffy knew what her parents would do if they caught Spike in her room this late.
"I needed to see you," he said.
"Why?" Buffy asked meekly taking a seat on her bed.
"Because," Spike said moving next to her, "I've just realized that after tomorrow I may never see you again. Hit me like a ton of bricks, it did. And I thought, 'I can't do this.'"
"Do what?" Buffy asked on the verge of tears. She held her emotions at bay, trying to be strong at least for the time being.
"I can't lose you. It may sound selfish, but I don't care. Buffy," Spike started. He took a seat next to her and turned her body to face him, "I know we've only been dating for a few months, but it feels like a lifetime. Every time I'm near you my soul sings and I don't want to lose that feeling."
"I don't either," Buffy admitted letting a tear slide down her cheek.
Spike wiped the tear away and pressed his lips to hers. The kiss was tender; slow and passionate.
"What can I do?" Spike asked. "I know I can't keep you here—I'd like to, but I can't. So tell me what I can do."
Buffy looked at him for some odd minutes, just staring deeply into his eyes. "Just—hold me," she finally decided. Without a word between them, the two lay back on Buffy's bed and nestled against one another. Buffy lay with her head resting on Spike's chest; Spike's arm curled around her shoulders, gently stroking her hair.
----
Giles stood in Buffy's doorway, taken aback by the scene in front of him. Normally he would have chased the boy from the house, ranting and raving like a mad man, but something about the sheer innocence of the act made his heart melt.
Joyce wandered down the hall toward the bathroom when she noticed her husband's form. "Rupert what are you—"
"Shhh," he whispered, calling her towards him.
Joyce joined him and stared into the room. There in the bed were Buffy and Spike, both asleep, both completely wrapped up in each other. A single tear clouded Joyce's vision.
"I know," Giles said simply and wrapped his arms around his wife's shoulders and led her away from the room. 'They deserve privacy on their last night together.'
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Buffy/Spike (again.)
Buffy couldn't believe it was happening again; she wouldn't let herself believe it. She was sleeping, all warm and snuggled in her bed, clutching Mr. Gordo tightly to her chest. She was sitting in history listening to Mr. Kepp drone on about some subject, and trying desperately not to doze off. She was anywhere right now except in her bedroom stuffing her belongings into a brown cardboard box.
'I knew this was going to happen. I knew we would be moving again,' Buffy thought bitterly. She tossed a pile of clothes into the box not bothering to fold anything. 'I don't even know why I unpack these things. I just end up repacking everything anyhow.'
A soft rapping at her door alerted Buffy to a visitor.
"Come in," she called.
Giles stepped into her nearly bare room. "Willow's downstairs," he announced. "Should I tell her to come up?"
"Tell her I'm sleeping," Buffy said solemnly, avoiding direct eye contact with her step father.
"Buffy, I know you're hurting," Giles began taking a seat on the edge of Buffy's bed, "and I am terribly sorry to have to put you girls through this. I know how hard it must be for you two."
"You have no idea," Buffy said. She dropped a few odd things into her box and moved it to the floor amongst the rest of her stuff that had already been packed away. She considered for a moment taking a seat next to Giles, but opted to stand or rather lean against the wall near her window. 'Not my window anymore,' she reminded herself painfully.
"I don't know how many different ways I can apologize," Giles said standing. "I'm sorry for all of this and I hope you're not overly mad at me." When Buffy said nothing, he turned and headed for the door.
"I'm not mad at you," she said, stopping him in his tracks.
Giles turned and faced his step daughter. "You're not?"
"No, I'm mad about the situation. Giles," Buffy whispered, finally taking a seat on the bed, "I know none of this is your fault. It's just how your job works, but—I still don't want to go." Her voice wavered, revealing the sea of emotions hidden below the calm exterior.
Seeing the evident eruption of emotions, Giles quickly closed to space between himself and the bed, and wrapped his arms tightly around Buffy. She leaned into his embrace and the tears fell freely, dampening the pale dress shirt he wore.
"I don't want to leave," Buffy admitted between sobs. "I have friends here—real friends. And a boyfriend. I have a boyfriend that I really care for and now I have to leave him behind. Leave them all behind." Her small body shook with sobs and tears rolled down her cheeks.
"I know," Giles kept repeating. He knew the best therapy was to let Buffy let out all her stress; so he just let her cry and talk out her fears. That's exactly what he was doing: allowing her to say anything and everything that was on her mind.
"Why can't we just stay in one place for more than a few months?" Buffy asked no one in particular. "Is that so much to ask?"
"I don't know how to answer that sweetheart," Giles sighed. He kissed the top of the girl's head and said, "I can only promise that if we're all together things will always work out."
Buffy sat up straight and looked at the man in front of her. "How can you know that? Are you some kind of psychic?" She wiped the tears from her eyes and the stray hairs from her face.
"No I'm not psychic," Giles laughed, "but I do have faith that everything will be alright."
"I wish I did," Buffy said getting off the bed and crossing the room. "Tell Willow to come on up."
Giles nodded and left the room. No sooner had he left that the shy face of Willow peeked through the bedroom door.
"You called for me m'lady?" Willow chided, bowing dramatically.
"Hey Will," Buffy greeted her closest friend with a forced smile. Will strode into the room and jumped onto Buffy's bed.
"So when do you leave?" she asked softly as if not saying it aloud would make it just a rumor. Preoccupying herself with Mr. Gordo, Willow tried to keep from getting emotional. When Buffy told had told her that she was moving, Willow felt her body go numb.
"Two days," Buffy mumbled. "Two days before I move to Italy. God I can't believe this." Sighing heavily, she dropped onto her bed next to Willow.
"Maybe it won't be as horrible as you think," the red head suggested, trying to lighten the mood.
Buffy turned her head and gave her friend a look of disbelief. "You can't be serious. Willow, I'm going to be half a world away from you guys. I'll probably never see any of you again."
"But we can still email each other all the time," Willow added, "I'm sure we'll still be friends, right?"
"Always," Buffy smiled. The two sat there for a few moments in complete silence, basking in each other's company.
"So how did Spike take it?" Willow finally asked.
Buffy cringed at the question. Spike was the first person that she'd told about her step father's relocation. He had reacted like the typical boy; confusion, cursing, questioning, and blaming of completely unrelated groups. At one point he place blame on the Soviet government. When Buffy asked him to explain the connection he mumbled something about 'bloody communists' and that was that.
"He took it pretty hard," she recalled.
"I can imagine. I mean why shouldn't he? His girlfriend is leaving to move to Italy and he'll never see her again. And what if you two were soul mates? Will everything work out in the end or is that only reserved for story books?" Buffy smiled weakly at her friends ramblings. It was a well known fact that when Willow became nervous or anxious she often rambled incoherently.
"Can we not talk about this?" Buffy asked. She climbed off of the bed and busied herself with a packing a few more items.
"Sorry," Willow apologized, sitting up on the bed and watching her friend. "What do you want to talk about?"
"I don't know," Buffy admitted. "I don't know anymore."
----
Buffy lay in her bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. She couldn't sleep and all of her books had been packed. 'I can't believe this is the last time that I'll be staring at this ceiling,' she thought. The soft tapping against her window pane caused Buffy to sit up in bed suddenly. The sound continued; Buffy climbed out of bed and opened her window.
"Spike?" she asked as the bleached blonde climbed into her room.
"Hello luv," he greeted his girlfriend.
"What are you doing here?" she asked. Though she was delighted to see him, Buffy knew what her parents would do if they caught Spike in her room this late.
"I needed to see you," he said.
"Why?" Buffy asked meekly taking a seat on her bed.
"Because," Spike said moving next to her, "I've just realized that after tomorrow I may never see you again. Hit me like a ton of bricks, it did. And I thought, 'I can't do this.'"
"Do what?" Buffy asked on the verge of tears. She held her emotions at bay, trying to be strong at least for the time being.
"I can't lose you. It may sound selfish, but I don't care. Buffy," Spike started. He took a seat next to her and turned her body to face him, "I know we've only been dating for a few months, but it feels like a lifetime. Every time I'm near you my soul sings and I don't want to lose that feeling."
"I don't either," Buffy admitted letting a tear slide down her cheek.
Spike wiped the tear away and pressed his lips to hers. The kiss was tender; slow and passionate.
"What can I do?" Spike asked. "I know I can't keep you here—I'd like to, but I can't. So tell me what I can do."
Buffy looked at him for some odd minutes, just staring deeply into his eyes. "Just—hold me," she finally decided. Without a word between them, the two lay back on Buffy's bed and nestled against one another. Buffy lay with her head resting on Spike's chest; Spike's arm curled around her shoulders, gently stroking her hair.
----
Giles stood in Buffy's doorway, taken aback by the scene in front of him. Normally he would have chased the boy from the house, ranting and raving like a mad man, but something about the sheer innocence of the act made his heart melt.
Joyce wandered down the hall toward the bathroom when she noticed her husband's form. "Rupert what are you—"
"Shhh," he whispered, calling her towards him.
Joyce joined him and stared into the room. There in the bed were Buffy and Spike, both asleep, both completely wrapped up in each other. A single tear clouded Joyce's vision.
"I know," Giles said simply and wrapped his arms around his wife's shoulders and led her away from the room. 'They deserve privacy on their last night together.'