AN: Thank you all for the reviews! And okay, I know you all want Spuffy and
believe me when I say it is coming your way. It might still take a few
chapters, but we are getting there. Spike makes his appearance at Sunnydale
High and baffles about everyone there. (and I have no idea how karate works
so I'm sorry about the name thing in advance lol... I kind of like it, but
tell me what you think)
Chapter 23
"Buffy, we have good news." Xander said when they all sat together at lunch. They had kept it for a while, until they were sure they were right. The three of them had become friends over the months William had been in the hospital.
"It better be very good, I have a bad day." Buffy sighed. In the second period Angel had asked again were her boyfriend was. And if he still had bullet holes in his body. She told him to fuck off, but still the laughter of his friends ringed in her ears.
"William is back home. He'll be coming back to school in a few days."
"What? Why did nobody tell me before?"
"Well, he kind of made it clear he doesn't want to know you at this point. We even had difficulties talking to him, but we got through at last."
"I don't care, I'm just glad he's back."
"We all are."
"Or at least some of us." Willow grumbled under her breath.
"What did you say?"
"That you're not the only one who has problems around here, Buffy. You go on and on how Angel treats you and that William doesn't want you, but there are worse things that could happen."
"Willow, sshhh."
"No Xan, it's time she knows the world doesn't revolve around her."
Willow wanted to stand up and go away, but Buffy laid a hand on her arm.
"Is this about Andy?"
Willow looked at the former cheerleader.
"You are better off without him, Willow, really. You know that he went back to California, right? It's because he made a girl pregnant, she dragged him to court."
"You're lying. . ."
" Ask anyone."
When Xander nodded Willows anger faded. She knew Buffy quite well and the girl had been through a lot. She had no reason to lie.
"I believe you."
Buffy smiled and let Xander pick up the conversation. She was trying to think about ways she could get in contact with William again. It wouldn't be easy, because he threw her out of his hospitalroom; She had heard from Xander that Wills aunt had been very angry at him.
"William, try to focus!"
He had enrolled himself in one of the beginner karate classes, but soon everyone had noticed he was a brilliant student. Apparently the lack of practice in the last few months hadn't diminished his moves and gestures. He was just too angry to be in complete focus that was needed.
"We're going to meditate today, karate will be for tomorrow. Try to imagine that you are an object, something you want to be. Flexible like a flower, hard like a brick, are a few examples. You are that object and will do anything to accomplish that state of mind. You must think the same in self defense."
William was thinking hard about an object he would like to become, but he found it too ridiculous. Flexible like a flower, how stupid could you be. Or hard like a rock? That was more interesting, but a rock had no sharp ends. A nail? Hard like a nail? That sounded all wrong. A spike? That sounded familiar. . . Spike. . . Yeah, that was good.
"Did you find something to your liking, William?"
He looked up. "Spike." He said.
His sensei nodded and continued with the other students. Spike smiled, finally things were going his way.
A few days later it was time to go back to school. Spike didn't remember a thing about his former school, but study had never been a problem. So on the next Monday he strolled in school, long coat, bleached hair and all.
"You know, and I. . ."
Suddenly all of the attention Angel had gotten was gone. He saw a young blonde punker in a leather coat.
"That guy looks ridiculous, so seventi. . ."
No one watched or heard him, all the girls standing around him were drooling over the other guy.
"Who is he?"
"I have no idea, but I really love to be that coat!"
And then he recognized him.
"That's the Englishman! William Carrington! Hey Englishman!" He shouted towards his friends. He was still under the impression William had amnesia and wasn't frightened at all William would recognize him.
"How are ya, Englishman?" He walked up to Spike. Spike pushed him against a locker and grabbed him by the collar.
"I don't like to be called Englishman, mate, I don't care who the fuck you are in this school. And now get out of my way"
He let Angel go and went outside to smoke a cigarette, one of his other new habits. The other people in the hallway looked shocked. Spike had arrived.
Chapter 23
"Buffy, we have good news." Xander said when they all sat together at lunch. They had kept it for a while, until they were sure they were right. The three of them had become friends over the months William had been in the hospital.
"It better be very good, I have a bad day." Buffy sighed. In the second period Angel had asked again were her boyfriend was. And if he still had bullet holes in his body. She told him to fuck off, but still the laughter of his friends ringed in her ears.
"William is back home. He'll be coming back to school in a few days."
"What? Why did nobody tell me before?"
"Well, he kind of made it clear he doesn't want to know you at this point. We even had difficulties talking to him, but we got through at last."
"I don't care, I'm just glad he's back."
"We all are."
"Or at least some of us." Willow grumbled under her breath.
"What did you say?"
"That you're not the only one who has problems around here, Buffy. You go on and on how Angel treats you and that William doesn't want you, but there are worse things that could happen."
"Willow, sshhh."
"No Xan, it's time she knows the world doesn't revolve around her."
Willow wanted to stand up and go away, but Buffy laid a hand on her arm.
"Is this about Andy?"
Willow looked at the former cheerleader.
"You are better off without him, Willow, really. You know that he went back to California, right? It's because he made a girl pregnant, she dragged him to court."
"You're lying. . ."
" Ask anyone."
When Xander nodded Willows anger faded. She knew Buffy quite well and the girl had been through a lot. She had no reason to lie.
"I believe you."
Buffy smiled and let Xander pick up the conversation. She was trying to think about ways she could get in contact with William again. It wouldn't be easy, because he threw her out of his hospitalroom; She had heard from Xander that Wills aunt had been very angry at him.
"William, try to focus!"
He had enrolled himself in one of the beginner karate classes, but soon everyone had noticed he was a brilliant student. Apparently the lack of practice in the last few months hadn't diminished his moves and gestures. He was just too angry to be in complete focus that was needed.
"We're going to meditate today, karate will be for tomorrow. Try to imagine that you are an object, something you want to be. Flexible like a flower, hard like a brick, are a few examples. You are that object and will do anything to accomplish that state of mind. You must think the same in self defense."
William was thinking hard about an object he would like to become, but he found it too ridiculous. Flexible like a flower, how stupid could you be. Or hard like a rock? That was more interesting, but a rock had no sharp ends. A nail? Hard like a nail? That sounded all wrong. A spike? That sounded familiar. . . Spike. . . Yeah, that was good.
"Did you find something to your liking, William?"
He looked up. "Spike." He said.
His sensei nodded and continued with the other students. Spike smiled, finally things were going his way.
A few days later it was time to go back to school. Spike didn't remember a thing about his former school, but study had never been a problem. So on the next Monday he strolled in school, long coat, bleached hair and all.
"You know, and I. . ."
Suddenly all of the attention Angel had gotten was gone. He saw a young blonde punker in a leather coat.
"That guy looks ridiculous, so seventi. . ."
No one watched or heard him, all the girls standing around him were drooling over the other guy.
"Who is he?"
"I have no idea, but I really love to be that coat!"
And then he recognized him.
"That's the Englishman! William Carrington! Hey Englishman!" He shouted towards his friends. He was still under the impression William had amnesia and wasn't frightened at all William would recognize him.
"How are ya, Englishman?" He walked up to Spike. Spike pushed him against a locker and grabbed him by the collar.
"I don't like to be called Englishman, mate, I don't care who the fuck you are in this school. And now get out of my way"
He let Angel go and went outside to smoke a cigarette, one of his other new habits. The other people in the hallway looked shocked. Spike had arrived.