Title: Scared Hearts
Summary: A/U Buffy is a bad girl, getting into trouble and hanging around with the "wrong crowd". Her mom sends her to a private school where she meets her two new best friends, Willow and Xander. Along with new friends, come new enemies. But, when she seems to take a liking to one of her enemies, how will that turn out? Will she choose friendship, or love?
~*~
It was Friday night, and Buffy sat on her sofa with a warm blanket wrapped around her watching the new TGIF. Her mother was working late at the Gallery, probably alone with Ethan Hampton. Buffy shuddered at the thoughts.
The past few days had been bad enough, she didn't need to be mentally scarred. Angel and his posse had thought it fun to not only plan this fight in the first place, but also leave little presents for Buffy until that day came. Not that she minded at all, it didn't bug her; she wouldn't let them get to her. She was more so worried for her friends, Willow and Xander.
She was shocked when Willow had told her what she'd said, and happy that finally her friend was getting the guts to stand up for herself. Xander didn't really understand the fact that Buffy could handle herself and thought it best to call every five minutes to see if she was okay. It was sweet, yeah; she hadn't had anyone care for her like that, ever. But, she didn't need his worrying, she could do this alone, she was doing this alone.
*Ring Ring* *Ring Ring*
Buffy jumped up from the warmth of the blanket, "Probably just Xander checking up on me again," she said as she ran to the phone in the kitchen. "Hello?"
'Buffy?'
"What the hell are you doing calling my house Spike?"
'I'm not calling you about us, it's your mum.'
"What about my mom?"
'Look, don't freak out luv . . ."
"Tell me Spike!"
'There's been an accident . . . Your mum and my da'. They're at the hospital, I'm on my way there, if you want me to pick . . .'
"I . . . Is she okay?"
'Didn't say.'
"Oh my god . . . Drive . . .Yeah, could you?"
'I'll be there in five.'
"I'll be ready."
Buffy hung up the phone and stood in shock as a few tears fell. Her mom was in the hospital; she could be hurt . . . Or worse. 'Oh my god, what am I going to do?' Buffy thought. 'What if she's dead? I don't have anyone to live with . . . Who will take care of me? God, why do all the bad things in my life all have to happen at the same fucking time! You're a fighter Buffy, a fighter; you'll make it through this. And who made you a fighter? Your mother, she'll be fine. She's a fighter too. This is nothing Buffy, look at everything you've been through, this is nothing!'
*Knock*
"Spike," Buffy said to no one but herself.
In the blink of an eye, Buffy was at the door, revealing an upset looking Spike. Without a word, Buffy slipped out of the door, closed it behind her and followed Spike to his car. The two sat in silence for a minute before he started the car and took off to the hospital.
"I . . . I didn't know you could drive," Buffy said.
"I didn't know you could cry," Spike said, coldly, pointing out her tear stained face.
His words stung her and she had to fight to hold back more tears. With her mother, and then tomorrow night, she didn't need Spike's cruel comments.
"I'm sorry luv," he said, glancing at her quickly.
"Just drive."
He nodded and concentrated on the road, "She'll be fine Buffy."
"You don't know that Spike, you don't even know if your father is dead or not so don't tell me that."
"Can we just put aside our . . . Whatever it is and make a truce? Our parents are in the hospital, together. The same accident, whatever happened. I love my da' just as much as you your mum, even if we don't show it. We need each other Buffy, now isn't the time to be alone."
"I've been alone my whole life Spike, I'm used to it and I'm quite happy being it."
"Like hell . . ." Spike mumbled under his breath.
Buffy pretended not to hear what he had said, but she did and she knew it was true. She needed someone right now; dealing with pain alone was never something anyone wanted to do. Admitting this was the problem she had, she couldn't just come out and spill her feelings to Spike, or anyone for that matter . . . Could she?
"Just until this is over," Buffy whispered, not loud enough for him to make it out.
"What's that pet?"
"Just until its over," she said, louder, looking over at him. "You're right."
A smile appeared on his lips as they pulled into the hospital parking lot. They waited a few minutes in silence, before getting out.
"We'll get through this," Spike said, offering his hand.
She hesitated at the gesture, staring blankly at his hand. 'C'mon Buffy, take his hand. Just let someone help you, do it. Take his sexy British hand,' Buffy thought.
"Yeah, we will," she said, swallowing her attitude and slowly taking his hand.
His touch had that effect on her, the one where you want more of it. Even just holding his hand made her shake and she had to collect herself for a minute before being able to walk into the hospital.
Summary: A/U Buffy is a bad girl, getting into trouble and hanging around with the "wrong crowd". Her mom sends her to a private school where she meets her two new best friends, Willow and Xander. Along with new friends, come new enemies. But, when she seems to take a liking to one of her enemies, how will that turn out? Will she choose friendship, or love?
~*~
It was Friday night, and Buffy sat on her sofa with a warm blanket wrapped around her watching the new TGIF. Her mother was working late at the Gallery, probably alone with Ethan Hampton. Buffy shuddered at the thoughts.
The past few days had been bad enough, she didn't need to be mentally scarred. Angel and his posse had thought it fun to not only plan this fight in the first place, but also leave little presents for Buffy until that day came. Not that she minded at all, it didn't bug her; she wouldn't let them get to her. She was more so worried for her friends, Willow and Xander.
She was shocked when Willow had told her what she'd said, and happy that finally her friend was getting the guts to stand up for herself. Xander didn't really understand the fact that Buffy could handle herself and thought it best to call every five minutes to see if she was okay. It was sweet, yeah; she hadn't had anyone care for her like that, ever. But, she didn't need his worrying, she could do this alone, she was doing this alone.
*Ring Ring* *Ring Ring*
Buffy jumped up from the warmth of the blanket, "Probably just Xander checking up on me again," she said as she ran to the phone in the kitchen. "Hello?"
'Buffy?'
"What the hell are you doing calling my house Spike?"
'I'm not calling you about us, it's your mum.'
"What about my mom?"
'Look, don't freak out luv . . ."
"Tell me Spike!"
'There's been an accident . . . Your mum and my da'. They're at the hospital, I'm on my way there, if you want me to pick . . .'
"I . . . Is she okay?"
'Didn't say.'
"Oh my god . . . Drive . . .Yeah, could you?"
'I'll be there in five.'
"I'll be ready."
Buffy hung up the phone and stood in shock as a few tears fell. Her mom was in the hospital; she could be hurt . . . Or worse. 'Oh my god, what am I going to do?' Buffy thought. 'What if she's dead? I don't have anyone to live with . . . Who will take care of me? God, why do all the bad things in my life all have to happen at the same fucking time! You're a fighter Buffy, a fighter; you'll make it through this. And who made you a fighter? Your mother, she'll be fine. She's a fighter too. This is nothing Buffy, look at everything you've been through, this is nothing!'
*Knock*
"Spike," Buffy said to no one but herself.
In the blink of an eye, Buffy was at the door, revealing an upset looking Spike. Without a word, Buffy slipped out of the door, closed it behind her and followed Spike to his car. The two sat in silence for a minute before he started the car and took off to the hospital.
"I . . . I didn't know you could drive," Buffy said.
"I didn't know you could cry," Spike said, coldly, pointing out her tear stained face.
His words stung her and she had to fight to hold back more tears. With her mother, and then tomorrow night, she didn't need Spike's cruel comments.
"I'm sorry luv," he said, glancing at her quickly.
"Just drive."
He nodded and concentrated on the road, "She'll be fine Buffy."
"You don't know that Spike, you don't even know if your father is dead or not so don't tell me that."
"Can we just put aside our . . . Whatever it is and make a truce? Our parents are in the hospital, together. The same accident, whatever happened. I love my da' just as much as you your mum, even if we don't show it. We need each other Buffy, now isn't the time to be alone."
"I've been alone my whole life Spike, I'm used to it and I'm quite happy being it."
"Like hell . . ." Spike mumbled under his breath.
Buffy pretended not to hear what he had said, but she did and she knew it was true. She needed someone right now; dealing with pain alone was never something anyone wanted to do. Admitting this was the problem she had, she couldn't just come out and spill her feelings to Spike, or anyone for that matter . . . Could she?
"Just until this is over," Buffy whispered, not loud enough for him to make it out.
"What's that pet?"
"Just until its over," she said, louder, looking over at him. "You're right."
A smile appeared on his lips as they pulled into the hospital parking lot. They waited a few minutes in silence, before getting out.
"We'll get through this," Spike said, offering his hand.
She hesitated at the gesture, staring blankly at his hand. 'C'mon Buffy, take his hand. Just let someone help you, do it. Take his sexy British hand,' Buffy thought.
"Yeah, we will," she said, swallowing her attitude and slowly taking his hand.
His touch had that effect on her, the one where you want more of it. Even just holding his hand made her shake and she had to collect herself for a minute before being able to walk into the hospital.