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?
Disclaimer: I don't own any of them. Well, cept the lame ass people I make up! Ha, anyways, yeah everyone from BtVS totally belongs to Joss Whedon.
~*~
The lady at the front desk was an older one, with grayish hair and a petit figure. She wore a friendly smile and lit up when she saw the two young blondes, "May I help you two?"
"Uh, yeah, we're looking for Mr. Hampton and Ms. Summers, they were in some kind a accident," Spike said.
"Oh . . . They were both rushed to ICU, I don't think visitors are allowed at the moment."
"But the wanker on the phone said that we could come down and see them!" Spike said angrily.
"Calm down young man. I'll see what I can do, but this isn't really my department. Why don't you two take a seat in the waiting area while I make a few calls around? Its right down the hall and to the left, cant miss it," she said.
"Thank you," Buffy said and she gently gave Spike's hand a pull.
They took a seat in the waiting room and Buffy freed her hand of his. She turned to the magazine pile that was stacked on top of a table by her chair. Carelessly searching for something good to read, Buffy could feel her hands shaking. Her mother meant a lot to her. She had been the only one to ever teach her anything important and even though she didn't say it so much anymore, Buffy knew that her mother loved her.
"Do you want something to eat, drink?" Spike asked.
"No, if I did, I think I'd barf it up in about five seconds. But, thanks anyways."
Spike nodded and put his attention on the TV that sat in the corner of the waiting area. Losing interest quickly, his gaze turned to Buffy. Her eyes were concentrated on a magazine in front of her, and it was shaking along with her hands.
"Buffy, you're shaking," he noted.
"Yeah, I do that when I'm nervous which well, now I am," Buffy said, hiding her hands in the pockets of her sweater.
"Let me see," he whispered.
"What?"
"Just, give me your hands."
Buffy unsurely pulled her hands out of the warm pockets and stretched her arms out. Spike took them in his and began to rub his thumb against hers. She could feel herself relaxing, but all was lost when a nurse came into the room.
"Are you here for Mr. Hampton and Ms. Summers?"
"Y-Yeah," Buffy said, jerking her hands away from Spike and standing. "Are they okay?"
"I'm afraid its hard to tell for . . . Ms. Summers should be fine in time, she just needs to stay in the hospital for a few more days and then she should be ready to head home. If you wait here, I'll tell you when you can see her," the nurse said.
"What about my da'?" Spike asked.
"I . . . It doesn't look good. I'm so sorry," she said and walked off.
"Spike . . ." Buffy said, turning to face him.
He lifted his head up to look her in the eye and she saw tears streaming silently down his face. She'd never seen Spike cry before, what should she do? Reaching out her hand to touch his arm, he jumped up, scaring her. He looked at her once more, before quickly exiting the room without a word.
~*~
"Mom," Buffy said, walking into the isolated room.
Her mother laid on the bed, a blanket covering her pale body. She looked so helpless lying there, and Buffy had to keep telling herself what the nurse had said, she was going to be okay.
Walking slowly over to the bed, Buffy couldn't help but wonder what the hell had happened for her mother to end up like this and Spike's father . . . Dead. Ethan was dead, how could she tell her mom that? Did she already know?
"Buffy, oh Buffy," Joyce said. "Come here sweetie."
Buffy listened to her mother and carefully sat next to her on the bed. "Mom, I was so worried about you when I heard. I thought that you might be . . ."
"Well I'm not. You know your mother, I'm strong for an old person."
Buffy's smile disappeared, "Did you hear about . . ."
"Yeah. I made the nurse tell me. It was quite obvious the way she was hesitating."
"Spike was here . . . He ran off when they told us that Ethan . . . You know," Buffy said.
"Poor boy, he's only what, sixteen?"
"I guess, I'm sorry mom, I know you and him were, well, close."
"Me too Buffy. But he's not completely dead yet right?"
"That so wasn't funny," Buffy smiled.
"You're right. I shouldn't be making jokes about that."
"I'm sorry to cut your visit short Miss, but you really need your rest. Your daughter can come back in the morning to see you," the nurse said, walking into the room.
"Can't I stay?" Buffy asked.
"No, the nurse is right, you should get home, get some rest."
"You expect me to rest when I know that you're in the hospital?"
"I'll be fine, go ask a doctor, I have perfect health," Joyce said.
"Besides the fact that you're all beaten up from an accident . . . What did happen? No one ever told me."
"Later sweetie," Joyce said. "Now, how can you get home?"
"I'll take a cab. Bye," Buffy said, giving her mother a kiss on the forehead before leaving.
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?
Disclaimer: I don't own any of them. Well, cept the lame ass people I make up! Ha, anyways, yeah everyone from BtVS totally belongs to Joss Whedon.
~*~
The lady at the front desk was an older one, with grayish hair and a petit figure. She wore a friendly smile and lit up when she saw the two young blondes, "May I help you two?"
"Uh, yeah, we're looking for Mr. Hampton and Ms. Summers, they were in some kind a accident," Spike said.
"Oh . . . They were both rushed to ICU, I don't think visitors are allowed at the moment."
"But the wanker on the phone said that we could come down and see them!" Spike said angrily.
"Calm down young man. I'll see what I can do, but this isn't really my department. Why don't you two take a seat in the waiting area while I make a few calls around? Its right down the hall and to the left, cant miss it," she said.
"Thank you," Buffy said and she gently gave Spike's hand a pull.
They took a seat in the waiting room and Buffy freed her hand of his. She turned to the magazine pile that was stacked on top of a table by her chair. Carelessly searching for something good to read, Buffy could feel her hands shaking. Her mother meant a lot to her. She had been the only one to ever teach her anything important and even though she didn't say it so much anymore, Buffy knew that her mother loved her.
"Do you want something to eat, drink?" Spike asked.
"No, if I did, I think I'd barf it up in about five seconds. But, thanks anyways."
Spike nodded and put his attention on the TV that sat in the corner of the waiting area. Losing interest quickly, his gaze turned to Buffy. Her eyes were concentrated on a magazine in front of her, and it was shaking along with her hands.
"Buffy, you're shaking," he noted.
"Yeah, I do that when I'm nervous which well, now I am," Buffy said, hiding her hands in the pockets of her sweater.
"Let me see," he whispered.
"What?"
"Just, give me your hands."
Buffy unsurely pulled her hands out of the warm pockets and stretched her arms out. Spike took them in his and began to rub his thumb against hers. She could feel herself relaxing, but all was lost when a nurse came into the room.
"Are you here for Mr. Hampton and Ms. Summers?"
"Y-Yeah," Buffy said, jerking her hands away from Spike and standing. "Are they okay?"
"I'm afraid its hard to tell for . . . Ms. Summers should be fine in time, she just needs to stay in the hospital for a few more days and then she should be ready to head home. If you wait here, I'll tell you when you can see her," the nurse said.
"What about my da'?" Spike asked.
"I . . . It doesn't look good. I'm so sorry," she said and walked off.
"Spike . . ." Buffy said, turning to face him.
He lifted his head up to look her in the eye and she saw tears streaming silently down his face. She'd never seen Spike cry before, what should she do? Reaching out her hand to touch his arm, he jumped up, scaring her. He looked at her once more, before quickly exiting the room without a word.
~*~
"Mom," Buffy said, walking into the isolated room.
Her mother laid on the bed, a blanket covering her pale body. She looked so helpless lying there, and Buffy had to keep telling herself what the nurse had said, she was going to be okay.
Walking slowly over to the bed, Buffy couldn't help but wonder what the hell had happened for her mother to end up like this and Spike's father . . . Dead. Ethan was dead, how could she tell her mom that? Did she already know?
"Buffy, oh Buffy," Joyce said. "Come here sweetie."
Buffy listened to her mother and carefully sat next to her on the bed. "Mom, I was so worried about you when I heard. I thought that you might be . . ."
"Well I'm not. You know your mother, I'm strong for an old person."
Buffy's smile disappeared, "Did you hear about . . ."
"Yeah. I made the nurse tell me. It was quite obvious the way she was hesitating."
"Spike was here . . . He ran off when they told us that Ethan . . . You know," Buffy said.
"Poor boy, he's only what, sixteen?"
"I guess, I'm sorry mom, I know you and him were, well, close."
"Me too Buffy. But he's not completely dead yet right?"
"That so wasn't funny," Buffy smiled.
"You're right. I shouldn't be making jokes about that."
"I'm sorry to cut your visit short Miss, but you really need your rest. Your daughter can come back in the morning to see you," the nurse said, walking into the room.
"Can't I stay?" Buffy asked.
"No, the nurse is right, you should get home, get some rest."
"You expect me to rest when I know that you're in the hospital?"
"I'll be fine, go ask a doctor, I have perfect health," Joyce said.
"Besides the fact that you're all beaten up from an accident . . . What did happen? No one ever told me."
"Later sweetie," Joyce said. "Now, how can you get home?"
"I'll take a cab. Bye," Buffy said, giving her mother a kiss on the forehead before leaving.