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 woke up to Dawn jumping continuisly on her bed. She grabbed her little sister around the knees and pulled her down onto the bed on top of her.
"Its Christmas!!" Dawn yelled, recovering from the fall and standing up on her bed once again.
"Okay Dawnie. Let me get dressed, and we'll head downstairs, okay?"
"Dressed? But its Christmas!" Dawn yelled. "You're supposed to be in your pajamas! That's half the fun!"
Buffy smiled. "Okay, okay. Is Faith up?"
"Yep," Dawn said. "She's peeing."
Buffy laughed and left the room. She walked down to the bathroom and knocked on the door.
"Hello? Busy here!" she yelled through the door.
"Hurry it up," Buffy said. "Dawn's gonna pull my arm off if we don't get down there to open presents.
"All done," Faith said, flushing the toilet and washing her hands. She opened the door and sleepily looked down at her excited eleven-year-old sister. "Wonder what Santa brought us."
"Silly," she said, poking her sister in the stomach. "I'm not two!"
Faith smiled at her, before taking her other hand and heading down the stairs. Dawn ran over to the big Christmas tree that sat in the corner of the living room. She began to pick up presents and shake them.
"No one's up yet," Buffy said, looking around. "Maybe we should wait."
"Well it is only six in the morning," Faith said.
"What?" Dawn asked disappointed.
"Well how about you can open one present now, then we'll get something to eat and wait for the others, okay?"
"Fine," Dawn said. "I want to open this one." She picked up Buffy's present and looked at her sister. "Its from you."
"I hope you like it," Buffy said.
A smile formed on the girl's face as she tore at the wrapping paper. Buffy always knew what to get her, she couldn't wait to find out what it was this time.
Underneath all the wrapping paper, was a box. Opening that up, a small, purple covered book lay inside. Dawn reached inside and pulled it out. On the front cover, it read "Journal".
"Buffy, I love it!"
Buffy smiled. "I'm glad." She turned to her twin, who was also smiling. "What one are you gonna open Faith?"
"Yours too," she said, grabbing a bag from underneath the tree. She ripped out the tissue paper and pulled out a black t-shirt with silver printing on it.
"B, its awesome," Faith said, holding it up. "Slayer for life."
"What's a Slayer?" Dawn asked.
"Its just a saying Dawine," Buffy explained.
"Now you, what one?"
"Um, I think I'm going to go with yours," she said, taking the box from Dawn's hands. "Thank you." She quickly removed the paper, and opened the box to find the same shirt she'd given Faith, only in read. "I guess it's a twin thing," she said, laughing. "I love it."
"We can be Slayers together."
"Always have."
"What is a Slayer?" Dawn asked again.
"We told you Dawnie, it's just a saying."
"Now lets get some food," Faith said. "I could eat a horse."
A few hours later, at around ten o clock, the rest of the family came down the stairs to find the three sisters lazily sitting on the sofa, watching cartoons.
"How long have you girls been up?" Hank asked.
"A few hours," Buffy shrugged. "We each opened a present."
"That's nice, but you should've waited."
"Well we didn't know when you'd be up. We always got up extra early with mom."
"Well your mother isn't here is she?" Hank said.
"Its okay. They left the rest. C'mon, lets all open out presents," Darla said.
Buffy and Faith both glared at their father as he sat down in a chair. Dawn ran over to him and gave him a quick hug.
"Merry Christmas," she said.
"Merry Christmas Dawn."
"What did you get me?" she asked excitedly.
"You'll have to open it up and see," he said, smiling as his daughter ran over to the tree.
Buffy and Faith stood up too and walked past their father without saying word. They sat down on the floor next to Dawn and Angel and began searching for their gifts.
Buffy picked up a small box that was addressed to her. It was from Angel. "Angel, you didn't have to get me anything. I didn't get you. . ."
"That's okay Buffy," he said.
"Thank you," she said, unwrapping the gift. Inside the box was a small, silver cross necklace on a chain. She looked at it, then over to Angel. "Its beautiful Angel, I love it."
"Did you get me anything?" Faith asked.
"Yes, its right . . . Um . . . There," he said, pointing to a box.
"Yay, present," Faith said, moving past Buffy to get it.
The blonde looked over at Spike who was sitting on a chair, watching as the three exchanged gifts.
"Spike, aren't you going to open any of your presents?"
"Don't 'ave any," he said.
"Darla didn't?. . ."
"None that I want."
"Spike . . . Its Christmas, open one," she said.
"Fine," he sighed, and picked up a random gift, slowly and un- enthuastically opening it. "Yay, a bloody shirt. Just what I always wanted."
"Its nice," Buffy said, trying to be positive.
He just laughed. "Yeah."
Buffy looked back over at her dad. "I'm going to go for a walk," she said, standing.
"Are you done opening your gifts?" Darla asked.
"Yes, they were very nice, thanks," she said before walking out.
She walked out to the backyard, and around the rim of their outdoor pool. 'God, they have a pool, nice house,' Buffy thought. 'We should like it here. But why don't we? Well Buff, maybe cause money isn't everything.'
Footsteps could be heard behind her and she turned around quickly, to come face to face with Spike.
"Oh, its you," she said, relaxing.
"Who else luv?"
"I don't know," she shrugged.
"How are you?"
"I'm good, you?"
"Fine."
"So, why so glum? Its Christmas," Buffy said, playfully bumping into him.
"Christmas was the day my parents left me, not too happy for me," he said.
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"'S okay pet. Dawn seems excited," he said, changing the subject.
"Yeah, Christmas is her favourite. Mom used to. . ." Tears started to form in her eyes and Buffy sniffed them back. She didn't want to cry. She knew that if she started, she wouldn't be able to stop.
"Don't cry luv."
"Sorry," Buffy said, wiping away a stray tear. "So, we have a pool.
"Little cold out to go swimming."
"Really now?"
"What are you thinking?"
"Nothing," Buffy said, smiling.
"Buffy. . ."
"What? C'mon, lets go back inside."
"Okay. . ."
She turned around and walked next to Spike, so that he was the closest to the pool. Suddenly, she stopped, and with her strength, pushed Spike into the water.
(.:a/n:. Yeah, I know that they usually don't have pools out in the winter. But hello, its California)
"Bloody hell!" he yelled.
Buffy was laughing uncontrollably. "Oops. Here, let me help you," she said, grabbing his hand. But instead of helping him out, he pulled her in. "Spike!"
"Cold isn't it pet?".
"Y-Y-Y-Yes," she said, shivering.
Spike laughed as the two jumped out of the water and wlaked into the house, soaked.
"Little cold for swim, isn't it?" Faith asked.
"Spike pulled me in," Buffy said, innocently.
"'Ey! You pushed me in first."
"Buffy, William, go get changed before you get the floors wet," Hank said.
"Its Spike," he said, following Buffy upstairs.
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 woke up to Dawn jumping continuisly on her bed. She grabbed her little sister around the knees and pulled her down onto the bed on top of her.
"Its Christmas!!" Dawn yelled, recovering from the fall and standing up on her bed once again.
"Okay Dawnie. Let me get dressed, and we'll head downstairs, okay?"
"Dressed? But its Christmas!" Dawn yelled. "You're supposed to be in your pajamas! That's half the fun!"
Buffy smiled. "Okay, okay. Is Faith up?"
"Yep," Dawn said. "She's peeing."
Buffy laughed and left the room. She walked down to the bathroom and knocked on the door.
"Hello? Busy here!" she yelled through the door.
"Hurry it up," Buffy said. "Dawn's gonna pull my arm off if we don't get down there to open presents.
"All done," Faith said, flushing the toilet and washing her hands. She opened the door and sleepily looked down at her excited eleven-year-old sister. "Wonder what Santa brought us."
"Silly," she said, poking her sister in the stomach. "I'm not two!"
Faith smiled at her, before taking her other hand and heading down the stairs. Dawn ran over to the big Christmas tree that sat in the corner of the living room. She began to pick up presents and shake them.
"No one's up yet," Buffy said, looking around. "Maybe we should wait."
"Well it is only six in the morning," Faith said.
"What?" Dawn asked disappointed.
"Well how about you can open one present now, then we'll get something to eat and wait for the others, okay?"
"Fine," Dawn said. "I want to open this one." She picked up Buffy's present and looked at her sister. "Its from you."
"I hope you like it," Buffy said.
A smile formed on the girl's face as she tore at the wrapping paper. Buffy always knew what to get her, she couldn't wait to find out what it was this time.
Underneath all the wrapping paper, was a box. Opening that up, a small, purple covered book lay inside. Dawn reached inside and pulled it out. On the front cover, it read "Journal".
"Buffy, I love it!"
Buffy smiled. "I'm glad." She turned to her twin, who was also smiling. "What one are you gonna open Faith?"
"Yours too," she said, grabbing a bag from underneath the tree. She ripped out the tissue paper and pulled out a black t-shirt with silver printing on it.
"B, its awesome," Faith said, holding it up. "Slayer for life."
"What's a Slayer?" Dawn asked.
"Its just a saying Dawine," Buffy explained.
"Now you, what one?"
"Um, I think I'm going to go with yours," she said, taking the box from Dawn's hands. "Thank you." She quickly removed the paper, and opened the box to find the same shirt she'd given Faith, only in read. "I guess it's a twin thing," she said, laughing. "I love it."
"We can be Slayers together."
"Always have."
"What is a Slayer?" Dawn asked again.
"We told you Dawnie, it's just a saying."
"Now lets get some food," Faith said. "I could eat a horse."
A few hours later, at around ten o clock, the rest of the family came down the stairs to find the three sisters lazily sitting on the sofa, watching cartoons.
"How long have you girls been up?" Hank asked.
"A few hours," Buffy shrugged. "We each opened a present."
"That's nice, but you should've waited."
"Well we didn't know when you'd be up. We always got up extra early with mom."
"Well your mother isn't here is she?" Hank said.
"Its okay. They left the rest. C'mon, lets all open out presents," Darla said.
Buffy and Faith both glared at their father as he sat down in a chair. Dawn ran over to him and gave him a quick hug.
"Merry Christmas," she said.
"Merry Christmas Dawn."
"What did you get me?" she asked excitedly.
"You'll have to open it up and see," he said, smiling as his daughter ran over to the tree.
Buffy and Faith stood up too and walked past their father without saying word. They sat down on the floor next to Dawn and Angel and began searching for their gifts.
Buffy picked up a small box that was addressed to her. It was from Angel. "Angel, you didn't have to get me anything. I didn't get you. . ."
"That's okay Buffy," he said.
"Thank you," she said, unwrapping the gift. Inside the box was a small, silver cross necklace on a chain. She looked at it, then over to Angel. "Its beautiful Angel, I love it."
"Did you get me anything?" Faith asked.
"Yes, its right . . . Um . . . There," he said, pointing to a box.
"Yay, present," Faith said, moving past Buffy to get it.
The blonde looked over at Spike who was sitting on a chair, watching as the three exchanged gifts.
"Spike, aren't you going to open any of your presents?"
"Don't 'ave any," he said.
"Darla didn't?. . ."
"None that I want."
"Spike . . . Its Christmas, open one," she said.
"Fine," he sighed, and picked up a random gift, slowly and un- enthuastically opening it. "Yay, a bloody shirt. Just what I always wanted."
"Its nice," Buffy said, trying to be positive.
He just laughed. "Yeah."
Buffy looked back over at her dad. "I'm going to go for a walk," she said, standing.
"Are you done opening your gifts?" Darla asked.
"Yes, they were very nice, thanks," she said before walking out.
She walked out to the backyard, and around the rim of their outdoor pool. 'God, they have a pool, nice house,' Buffy thought. 'We should like it here. But why don't we? Well Buff, maybe cause money isn't everything.'
Footsteps could be heard behind her and she turned around quickly, to come face to face with Spike.
"Oh, its you," she said, relaxing.
"Who else luv?"
"I don't know," she shrugged.
"How are you?"
"I'm good, you?"
"Fine."
"So, why so glum? Its Christmas," Buffy said, playfully bumping into him.
"Christmas was the day my parents left me, not too happy for me," he said.
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"'S okay pet. Dawn seems excited," he said, changing the subject.
"Yeah, Christmas is her favourite. Mom used to. . ." Tears started to form in her eyes and Buffy sniffed them back. She didn't want to cry. She knew that if she started, she wouldn't be able to stop.
"Don't cry luv."
"Sorry," Buffy said, wiping away a stray tear. "So, we have a pool.
"Little cold out to go swimming."
"Really now?"
"What are you thinking?"
"Nothing," Buffy said, smiling.
"Buffy. . ."
"What? C'mon, lets go back inside."
"Okay. . ."
She turned around and walked next to Spike, so that he was the closest to the pool. Suddenly, she stopped, and with her strength, pushed Spike into the water.
(.:a/n:. Yeah, I know that they usually don't have pools out in the winter. But hello, its California)
"Bloody hell!" he yelled.
Buffy was laughing uncontrollably. "Oops. Here, let me help you," she said, grabbing his hand. But instead of helping him out, he pulled her in. "Spike!"
"Cold isn't it pet?".
"Y-Y-Y-Yes," she said, shivering.
Spike laughed as the two jumped out of the water and wlaked into the house, soaked.
"Little cold for swim, isn't it?" Faith asked.
"Spike pulled me in," Buffy said, innocently.
"'Ey! You pushed me in first."
"Buffy, William, go get changed before you get the floors wet," Hank said.
"Its Spike," he said, following Buffy upstairs.