Title: There's no place like home
Summary: A/U Buffy and her sisters' move to Sunnydale to live with their dad when their mom dies. There they are surrounded with people they love and yet learn to live with the ones they hate.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon, unfortunately. I want to own Spike( But then again, who doesn't?
Buffy got home and walked in the door. Riley had driven her there, and kissed her just before he left. He kissed her. It was a good first kiss, and it made Buffy feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
She was walking up the stairs when she heard yelling out in the backyard. Curious, she headed out there to see what was going on.
Stopping just in the doorway, she saw her father angrily waving his hands at Spike and yelling. "Don't ever bring her here again!"
"Why bloody not? Its my house too!"
'Are they talking about Druscilla?' she wondered.
"No it isn't! Who pays the bills? Me. You just live here because your parents didn't want you!"
"Oh, like you didn't want Buffy, Faith and Dawn? You know how bad you hurt them? Bloody poof," Spike said, muttering the last part under his breath.
Hank looked like he was about to explode. Buffy knew this wasn't going to end well, and brought her hand up to her mouth to cover her surprised face when she saw her father's fist slamming into Spike's face.
"Don't talk about my daughters like you know them!"
Spike stood up, blood dripping from his mouth. He touched it with his fingers, covering them too with the red liquid. He laughed silently before saying, "I know them better than you."
Buffy took a step forward, thinking this was the time to step in before anything worse happened. The two looked up at her, shocked that she was home.
"Hey, what's going on? I heard a bunch of yelling," she said, not letting on she'd seen most of the show.
"Nothing Buffy, go back in," Hank said.
Buffy just ignored her father and walked over towards Spike. "You're bleeding."
"'S nothing."
"Dad, did you hit him?" Even though she already knew the answer, it felt good to have a recent reason to be mad.
"No Buffy. His girlfriend slapped him," her father said, lying.
Spike laughed. "Right."
"C'mon, I'll help you clean it up," Buffy said, glaring at her dad before disappearing into the house with Spike.
The two walked into the kitchen and Buffy opened a random drawer, and smiled when she realized it was the right one. Pulling out a cloth, she wet it under the sink before walking over to Spike.
"So how much did you actually hear pet?"
"Around the part where he punched you, a little before," she said, dabbing at his cut.
"Really?"
"Yeah. So, you think you know about me, huh?" she said, smiling.
"I said I knew you better than your dad does, not the same."
"Wouldn't surprise me," Buffy said. "Why doesn't he like Druscilla?"
"I don't know. He doesn't like anything I bloody do."
"I see. You shouldn't have let him hit you."
"'S going to sock him back when you came in."
"Well I'm glad I did," she said, handing him the cloth to do the rest by himself. "My dad can fight you know, he's not just an old man.
"I could've taken 'im," he said, putting the cloth in the sink.
"I'm sure you could," she said. "Well, it looks like you're cleaned up. I'm going to bed now. Night Spike.
"Night pet."
Buffy walked out of the kitchen, and headed up to her shared room with Faith. She was walking past Dawn's room when she heard the sound of crying. She opened the door, peaking her head inside.
"Dawnie?"
When she didn't get an answer, she stepped inside the room, closing the door behind her. She took a seat next to her little sister on the bed and placed her hand on her arm.
"Dawnie, what's wrong?"
"Dad and Spike were yelling," she said, sniffing back more tears.
"Its okay now, they stopped. You should get to bed, you need to rest."
Dawn nodded. "Where's Faith?"
"She's still out, but she'll be home soon, you know your sister," Buffy said, standing.
Dawn giggled.
"You're okay?" The younger girl nodded and Buffy smiled. "Okay. Night Dawnie."
"Night Buffy."
Buffy turned and left the room, heading down to her room.
The door to the twins' bedroom creaked open and Faith quietly tried to slip in. She closed the door behind her, trying not to wake up her sister.
"You're home late," Buffy said, causing Faith to tighten up. "Have fun?"
"You know me," Faith said, turning around and sitting next to her on the bed. "You left B, what's up?"
"I wanted to get home and unpack. Although my plans didn't quite go that way. Spike and dad were fighting," she said.
"About what?"
"Druscilla. Dad punched Spike."
"He what?"
"Punched-."
"I heard ya," she said, standing. "So you left with Riley, huh?"
"Yeah, but nothing major happened. What about you and Wesley?"
"Who? Oh, him. He's really, REALLY boring."
"So what did you do when I left?"
"I just danced with a couple of guys," Faith said, pulling her shirt off. "Staked a few."
"You got some action tonight, huh?"
Faith laughed. "Sure. You know this whole watcher thing, I'm not really feeling it, you know?
"Yeah, being told what to do, can't wait."
"We're doing fine by ourselves, we don't need some stuff old British man."
"It could be a good experience. You know, learn some things about slaying and all," Buffy said.
"That's my B. Always making with the positive," Faith said, climbing into bed with her. "Want to patrol tomorrow night? Get in one last night of freedom?"
"Sure, night Faith," Buffy said, rolling over to face the wall.
"Night B."
Summary: A/U Buffy and her sisters' move to Sunnydale to live with their dad when their mom dies. There they are surrounded with people they love and yet learn to live with the ones they hate.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon, unfortunately. I want to own Spike( But then again, who doesn't?
Buffy got home and walked in the door. Riley had driven her there, and kissed her just before he left. He kissed her. It was a good first kiss, and it made Buffy feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
She was walking up the stairs when she heard yelling out in the backyard. Curious, she headed out there to see what was going on.
Stopping just in the doorway, she saw her father angrily waving his hands at Spike and yelling. "Don't ever bring her here again!"
"Why bloody not? Its my house too!"
'Are they talking about Druscilla?' she wondered.
"No it isn't! Who pays the bills? Me. You just live here because your parents didn't want you!"
"Oh, like you didn't want Buffy, Faith and Dawn? You know how bad you hurt them? Bloody poof," Spike said, muttering the last part under his breath.
Hank looked like he was about to explode. Buffy knew this wasn't going to end well, and brought her hand up to her mouth to cover her surprised face when she saw her father's fist slamming into Spike's face.
"Don't talk about my daughters like you know them!"
Spike stood up, blood dripping from his mouth. He touched it with his fingers, covering them too with the red liquid. He laughed silently before saying, "I know them better than you."
Buffy took a step forward, thinking this was the time to step in before anything worse happened. The two looked up at her, shocked that she was home.
"Hey, what's going on? I heard a bunch of yelling," she said, not letting on she'd seen most of the show.
"Nothing Buffy, go back in," Hank said.
Buffy just ignored her father and walked over towards Spike. "You're bleeding."
"'S nothing."
"Dad, did you hit him?" Even though she already knew the answer, it felt good to have a recent reason to be mad.
"No Buffy. His girlfriend slapped him," her father said, lying.
Spike laughed. "Right."
"C'mon, I'll help you clean it up," Buffy said, glaring at her dad before disappearing into the house with Spike.
The two walked into the kitchen and Buffy opened a random drawer, and smiled when she realized it was the right one. Pulling out a cloth, she wet it under the sink before walking over to Spike.
"So how much did you actually hear pet?"
"Around the part where he punched you, a little before," she said, dabbing at his cut.
"Really?"
"Yeah. So, you think you know about me, huh?" she said, smiling.
"I said I knew you better than your dad does, not the same."
"Wouldn't surprise me," Buffy said. "Why doesn't he like Druscilla?"
"I don't know. He doesn't like anything I bloody do."
"I see. You shouldn't have let him hit you."
"'S going to sock him back when you came in."
"Well I'm glad I did," she said, handing him the cloth to do the rest by himself. "My dad can fight you know, he's not just an old man.
"I could've taken 'im," he said, putting the cloth in the sink.
"I'm sure you could," she said. "Well, it looks like you're cleaned up. I'm going to bed now. Night Spike.
"Night pet."
Buffy walked out of the kitchen, and headed up to her shared room with Faith. She was walking past Dawn's room when she heard the sound of crying. She opened the door, peaking her head inside.
"Dawnie?"
When she didn't get an answer, she stepped inside the room, closing the door behind her. She took a seat next to her little sister on the bed and placed her hand on her arm.
"Dawnie, what's wrong?"
"Dad and Spike were yelling," she said, sniffing back more tears.
"Its okay now, they stopped. You should get to bed, you need to rest."
Dawn nodded. "Where's Faith?"
"She's still out, but she'll be home soon, you know your sister," Buffy said, standing.
Dawn giggled.
"You're okay?" The younger girl nodded and Buffy smiled. "Okay. Night Dawnie."
"Night Buffy."
Buffy turned and left the room, heading down to her room.
The door to the twins' bedroom creaked open and Faith quietly tried to slip in. She closed the door behind her, trying not to wake up her sister.
"You're home late," Buffy said, causing Faith to tighten up. "Have fun?"
"You know me," Faith said, turning around and sitting next to her on the bed. "You left B, what's up?"
"I wanted to get home and unpack. Although my plans didn't quite go that way. Spike and dad were fighting," she said.
"About what?"
"Druscilla. Dad punched Spike."
"He what?"
"Punched-."
"I heard ya," she said, standing. "So you left with Riley, huh?"
"Yeah, but nothing major happened. What about you and Wesley?"
"Who? Oh, him. He's really, REALLY boring."
"So what did you do when I left?"
"I just danced with a couple of guys," Faith said, pulling her shirt off. "Staked a few."
"You got some action tonight, huh?"
Faith laughed. "Sure. You know this whole watcher thing, I'm not really feeling it, you know?
"Yeah, being told what to do, can't wait."
"We're doing fine by ourselves, we don't need some stuff old British man."
"It could be a good experience. You know, learn some things about slaying and all," Buffy said.
"That's my B. Always making with the positive," Faith said, climbing into bed with her. "Want to patrol tomorrow night? Get in one last night of freedom?"
"Sure, night Faith," Buffy said, rolling over to face the wall.
"Night B."