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.)
The sun was bright and the sky was clear; it was a beautiful day in southern California. Trees on every street corner turned their emerald leaves upward, desperately trying to soak up every available sunray. Within the hidden branches, birds bellowed sweet songs of summer time.
Buffy looked around dejectedly, noting all the small things that she had never noticed before. 'It really is beautiful here,' she thought offhandedly. She still couldn't believe that school was over for the year. Through some miracle and a number of tough negotiations, Giles had managed to delay his transfer for a few weeks so the girls could finish off the school year in Sunnydale.
Dawn joined her sister on the porch steps and stared. Though the two shared no verbal communication, both sisters knew what the other was thinking. A common bond was shared between the two. Both Dawn and Buffy knew that the other was the only person in the world that understood just what they were going through.
"I can't believe we're leaving here," Dawn finally spoke up.
"I know," Buffy agreed somberly.
"I'm not sure what it is about Sunnydale, but I don't want to leave here. It's not the most exotic, or the most exciting place, but there's something about it. It just feels like—"
"It feels like home," Buffy finished. Dawn nodded in silent agreement.
"You girls ready to go?" Joyce asked coming out onto the front porch.
"No," Buffy said. "I told the guys I wouldn't leave until they got here."
Joyce nodded, "Well we can wait a little while longer but our flight leaves at 5 o'clock." She hated to see her daughters in this mood, but she'd seen it before and was fairly certain that she would see it again.
"I know mom," Buffy said. Turning her attention to the road, Buffy looked longingly for her friends. 'Come on guys. Please show up.' Not two minutes after the thought graced her mind, Buffy noticed the group of figures making their way slowly towards her. 'I knew they'd come,' she thought happily. 'I just knew it!'
Jumping up off the porch steps, Buffy met the group on the sidewalk in front of her once house. An awkward feeling enveloped them as everyone stared down at their shoes.
"So," Xander started, "you're gonna email right?"
"Of course," Buffy smiled.
"Everyday?" Tara added.
Buffy only smiled and embraced the girl in a long hug. Buffy had come to really like Tara; she was a refreshing personality in a chaotic world. Shy as she may be, get her on the right topic and Tara would talk your ear off.
"Make sure if you meet any hot Italian girls that you give them my number," Xander teased, wrapping his arms around his friend. "Tell 'em that the Xand man is looking."
"I'll be sure to do that," Buffy laughed. She looked at the two other people in front of her and smiled. "Oz," she said softly, "I'll miss you."
"Likewise," Oz said. The two shared a tender embrace, silent yet filled with emotion. She and Oz had never really spent any quality time together, but Buffy felt as though she knew him personally; like they had been old friends.
"Will," Buffy said with a wavering voice. She held her arms out in front of her and Willow nearly jumped into them. A sob escaped the latter's lips. "Please don't cry Will," Buffy pleaded.
"I'm sorry," Willow apologized wiping a tear from her eye. "It's just that—well—it's a sad occasion."
"I know," Buffy said struggling to clear her misty eyes, "but if you start crying I'll end up crying. And I'm all out of tears." Without another word, the two friends fell into an embrace, holding each other tightly, never wanting to let go.
"I bought you something," Willow said producing a small envelope from her sweatshirt pouch.
"Will, you didn't have to buy me anything," Buffy chastised. Taking the package from her friends she opened it and peered inside. "I don't get it."
"They're calling cards," the red head explained. "This way you can call me every weekend. You know—let me know what's happening way over there."
Buffy smiled brightly and hugged Willow again. "Thank you. I'll be sure to call every weekend."
"Cause you know if you don't I'll hurt ya," Willow laughed.
Buffy looked around at her assembled group of friends. Although she'd only known them for a few short months, she felt as though they had been friends for their entire lives. Never before had she bonded with a group as closely and as quickly as Buffy had this time. Glancing from one face to another, Buffy finally noticed a body hanging back from the group; watching at a distance.
'Spike,' he mind screamed, 'he came!' Moving briskly through the crowd, Buffy suddenly found herself in the muscular arms of her boyfriend. Her feet left the ground and the world spun around her, but all Buffy could see, all she could sense was Spike. His arms encircled her, his essence surrounded her, drawing her in and comforting her. Cautiously their lips found each other and met in a fury of emotions.
"I knew you'd come," Buffy whispered after their lips had parted.
"Course I came," Spike reassured her. They were still in each other's arms, faces inches apart. "I had to see you before—well—before-" He couldn't bring himself to admit that she was leaving town, leaving the state, leaving the country, and leaving him.
"I couldn't leave without seeing you," Buffy said. A stray tear slid down her cheek only to be wiped away promptly by Spike.
"No crying," he whispered. "Gotta be the strong girl I know you keep hidden in there."
Buffy smiled and nodded sheepishly. 'He knows me better than most people I live with,' she thought idly. "I'll never forget you," she said.
"I know you won't," Spike said.
----
Buffy stood on the terrace staring out at the scene before her. The sun was rising over the distant, sloping hills just beyond the vineyard that occupied the land next to the house. The trees swayed lightly with a warm breeze, their amber leaves tossing wildly.
'It's paradise,' she thought ironically. 'So then why am I not happy?' She knew the answer to her own question but refused to think about any of her friends for fear that her heart would begin breaking again.
"Buffy?" Dawn called from within the house.
"I'm out here," the elder shouted back. In a moment Dawn appeared in the large doorway separating the terrace from the rest of the house.
"Hey, mom and I are taking a trip out to Signore Cantalupo's farm. We're going horse back riding. Wanna come with?"
"No thanks Dawnie," Buffy declined not even sparing her sister a glance.
"Ok then," the younger girl merely backed out of the room. Dawn had learned not to push certain subjects with her sister. All it proved to do was put Buffy in a horrid mood, making everyone avoid her for the rest of the day.
'It's a beautiful Saturday morning in Florence, Italy and what am I doing? Moping around, just like every other day.' Before Buffy could formulate another thought, she felt the strange feeling of being watched.
"Ciao bello," came the greeting from behind. Slowly Buffy turned around and stared, mouth agape with astonishment.
"Spike?" she asked softly, fearing that if she spoke too loudly she would wake up to find it all a dream.
"As always," he answered. Immediately she was in his arms, nearly sending him sprawling on the floor. Her lips attacked his, desperate for contact of any type.
"How? When? Why?"
"By plane; just now; because I love you," Spike mumbled between passionate kisses.
"I love you too," Buffy sighed. "I can't believe you flew all the way form Sunnydale to—wait—why aren't you at college? Don't tell me you dropped out!"
"Breathe luv," Spike chuckled. "I transferred. Hear there are some pretty good schools over here."
Buffy couldn't believe what she was hearing. Spike had transferred out of Sunnydale, where his friends and family were just to be with her. 'God, I couldn't love him more.'
"I'm surprised you didn't see this coming," Spike said.
"What are you talking about?" Buffy asked, bewildered.
"You're an army brat aren't you?" Buffy nodded, still confused. "Well don't brats always get what they want?" Spike joked.
Buffy smiled brightly. "That's true. I am an army brat."
"You're my army brat," Spike corrected, embracing once more in a tender kiss.
THE END!!!
**A/N: It's done! That's all she wrote!
I must of course apologize for my Italian if anything is wrong. I never studied Italian, though I've always wanted to.
Second of all, Signore Cantalupo was actually named after the librarian at my school. Sounds corny, but trust me if you ever met the man—well let's just say that he's the most Italian man I've ever met.
Don't forget to review!!
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Buffy/Spike (again.)
The sun was bright and the sky was clear; it was a beautiful day in southern California. Trees on every street corner turned their emerald leaves upward, desperately trying to soak up every available sunray. Within the hidden branches, birds bellowed sweet songs of summer time.
Buffy looked around dejectedly, noting all the small things that she had never noticed before. 'It really is beautiful here,' she thought offhandedly. She still couldn't believe that school was over for the year. Through some miracle and a number of tough negotiations, Giles had managed to delay his transfer for a few weeks so the girls could finish off the school year in Sunnydale.
Dawn joined her sister on the porch steps and stared. Though the two shared no verbal communication, both sisters knew what the other was thinking. A common bond was shared between the two. Both Dawn and Buffy knew that the other was the only person in the world that understood just what they were going through.
"I can't believe we're leaving here," Dawn finally spoke up.
"I know," Buffy agreed somberly.
"I'm not sure what it is about Sunnydale, but I don't want to leave here. It's not the most exotic, or the most exciting place, but there's something about it. It just feels like—"
"It feels like home," Buffy finished. Dawn nodded in silent agreement.
"You girls ready to go?" Joyce asked coming out onto the front porch.
"No," Buffy said. "I told the guys I wouldn't leave until they got here."
Joyce nodded, "Well we can wait a little while longer but our flight leaves at 5 o'clock." She hated to see her daughters in this mood, but she'd seen it before and was fairly certain that she would see it again.
"I know mom," Buffy said. Turning her attention to the road, Buffy looked longingly for her friends. 'Come on guys. Please show up.' Not two minutes after the thought graced her mind, Buffy noticed the group of figures making their way slowly towards her. 'I knew they'd come,' she thought happily. 'I just knew it!'
Jumping up off the porch steps, Buffy met the group on the sidewalk in front of her once house. An awkward feeling enveloped them as everyone stared down at their shoes.
"So," Xander started, "you're gonna email right?"
"Of course," Buffy smiled.
"Everyday?" Tara added.
Buffy only smiled and embraced the girl in a long hug. Buffy had come to really like Tara; she was a refreshing personality in a chaotic world. Shy as she may be, get her on the right topic and Tara would talk your ear off.
"Make sure if you meet any hot Italian girls that you give them my number," Xander teased, wrapping his arms around his friend. "Tell 'em that the Xand man is looking."
"I'll be sure to do that," Buffy laughed. She looked at the two other people in front of her and smiled. "Oz," she said softly, "I'll miss you."
"Likewise," Oz said. The two shared a tender embrace, silent yet filled with emotion. She and Oz had never really spent any quality time together, but Buffy felt as though she knew him personally; like they had been old friends.
"Will," Buffy said with a wavering voice. She held her arms out in front of her and Willow nearly jumped into them. A sob escaped the latter's lips. "Please don't cry Will," Buffy pleaded.
"I'm sorry," Willow apologized wiping a tear from her eye. "It's just that—well—it's a sad occasion."
"I know," Buffy said struggling to clear her misty eyes, "but if you start crying I'll end up crying. And I'm all out of tears." Without another word, the two friends fell into an embrace, holding each other tightly, never wanting to let go.
"I bought you something," Willow said producing a small envelope from her sweatshirt pouch.
"Will, you didn't have to buy me anything," Buffy chastised. Taking the package from her friends she opened it and peered inside. "I don't get it."
"They're calling cards," the red head explained. "This way you can call me every weekend. You know—let me know what's happening way over there."
Buffy smiled brightly and hugged Willow again. "Thank you. I'll be sure to call every weekend."
"Cause you know if you don't I'll hurt ya," Willow laughed.
Buffy looked around at her assembled group of friends. Although she'd only known them for a few short months, she felt as though they had been friends for their entire lives. Never before had she bonded with a group as closely and as quickly as Buffy had this time. Glancing from one face to another, Buffy finally noticed a body hanging back from the group; watching at a distance.
'Spike,' he mind screamed, 'he came!' Moving briskly through the crowd, Buffy suddenly found herself in the muscular arms of her boyfriend. Her feet left the ground and the world spun around her, but all Buffy could see, all she could sense was Spike. His arms encircled her, his essence surrounded her, drawing her in and comforting her. Cautiously their lips found each other and met in a fury of emotions.
"I knew you'd come," Buffy whispered after their lips had parted.
"Course I came," Spike reassured her. They were still in each other's arms, faces inches apart. "I had to see you before—well—before-" He couldn't bring himself to admit that she was leaving town, leaving the state, leaving the country, and leaving him.
"I couldn't leave without seeing you," Buffy said. A stray tear slid down her cheek only to be wiped away promptly by Spike.
"No crying," he whispered. "Gotta be the strong girl I know you keep hidden in there."
Buffy smiled and nodded sheepishly. 'He knows me better than most people I live with,' she thought idly. "I'll never forget you," she said.
"I know you won't," Spike said.
----
Buffy stood on the terrace staring out at the scene before her. The sun was rising over the distant, sloping hills just beyond the vineyard that occupied the land next to the house. The trees swayed lightly with a warm breeze, their amber leaves tossing wildly.
'It's paradise,' she thought ironically. 'So then why am I not happy?' She knew the answer to her own question but refused to think about any of her friends for fear that her heart would begin breaking again.
"Buffy?" Dawn called from within the house.
"I'm out here," the elder shouted back. In a moment Dawn appeared in the large doorway separating the terrace from the rest of the house.
"Hey, mom and I are taking a trip out to Signore Cantalupo's farm. We're going horse back riding. Wanna come with?"
"No thanks Dawnie," Buffy declined not even sparing her sister a glance.
"Ok then," the younger girl merely backed out of the room. Dawn had learned not to push certain subjects with her sister. All it proved to do was put Buffy in a horrid mood, making everyone avoid her for the rest of the day.
'It's a beautiful Saturday morning in Florence, Italy and what am I doing? Moping around, just like every other day.' Before Buffy could formulate another thought, she felt the strange feeling of being watched.
"Ciao bello," came the greeting from behind. Slowly Buffy turned around and stared, mouth agape with astonishment.
"Spike?" she asked softly, fearing that if she spoke too loudly she would wake up to find it all a dream.
"As always," he answered. Immediately she was in his arms, nearly sending him sprawling on the floor. Her lips attacked his, desperate for contact of any type.
"How? When? Why?"
"By plane; just now; because I love you," Spike mumbled between passionate kisses.
"I love you too," Buffy sighed. "I can't believe you flew all the way form Sunnydale to—wait—why aren't you at college? Don't tell me you dropped out!"
"Breathe luv," Spike chuckled. "I transferred. Hear there are some pretty good schools over here."
Buffy couldn't believe what she was hearing. Spike had transferred out of Sunnydale, where his friends and family were just to be with her. 'God, I couldn't love him more.'
"I'm surprised you didn't see this coming," Spike said.
"What are you talking about?" Buffy asked, bewildered.
"You're an army brat aren't you?" Buffy nodded, still confused. "Well don't brats always get what they want?" Spike joked.
Buffy smiled brightly. "That's true. I am an army brat."
"You're my army brat," Spike corrected, embracing once more in a tender kiss.
THE END!!!
**A/N: It's done! That's all she wrote!
I must of course apologize for my Italian if anything is wrong. I never studied Italian, though I've always wanted to.
Second of all, Signore Cantalupo was actually named after the librarian at my school. Sounds corny, but trust me if you ever met the man—well let's just say that he's the most Italian man I've ever met.
Don't forget to review!!