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?

x Thursday Next x: I didn't know my reviewing was set like that, thanks for letting me know. It will become Spuffy, don't worry.

Buffy opened her bottle of water and took a drink, letting some of it fall over her face, cooling her off. She looked over at Faith who was practicing with their new Watcher, Giles.

Buffy liked him, he was nice, and knew that her and Faith weren't the type to be bossed around. Of course he didn't know that at the beginning, but he quickly "learned".

"Well," he said, taking the pads off of his hands. "I think you girls are in good physical shape."

"Good? Try great," Faith said.

"Well yes," he said. "But I'd like if we could work on other things."

"Tonight?" Buffy asked and Giles nodded. "Could we reschedule?"

Giles sighed. "What is so important that it has to come before your slaying?"

"Boys," Buffy said. "Well actually boy."

"Buffy you know that-."

"Yeah yeah, she knows. You've given us the speech one too many G-man," Faith said, grabbing her jacket. "We've been practicing all night. Slayers need to have some fun, we are saving the world and all that stuff, cant we have some time for ourselves?"

Giles removed his glasses and rubbed them on his shirt, before placing them back on his head again. "I expect you to train extra hard tomorrow."

Faith and Buffy's faces brightened and they both hugged him before running out of the school library. It had become their main training area, seeing as how Giles was becoming the new librarian when school started up again in a few days.

He watched as the doors swung back in forth, a result of the girls' quick exist. "The earth is doomed."

"I was beginning to think you weren't going to show," Riley said, wrapping his arms around Buffy's waist and kissing the top of her head.

The two had been dating pretty seriously for the past week, and she could feel herself becoming more and more attached to him than she usually would've liked. Riley wasn't exactly her type, which is why not only her, but Faith was surprised she had let their relationship last this long. Riley wasn't a bad boy. He didn't yell, steal or get into fights for fun. He was a calm, safe sanctuary and Buffy liked it.

"Plans ran late," she said. "How can I make it up to you?"

"A dance for starters," Riley said, smiling. He took her hand and led her away from Faith and the rest of the group.

Faith watched her sister leave before taking a seat between Angel and Wesley. She looked from one to the other, and noticed that everyone was there. When she came across a new face, she bluntly asked, "Who the hell are you?"

The small girl seemed surprised by Faith's questions and found herself at a loss of words.

"Cat got your tongue?" Faith asked.

"Faith," Angel scolded. "That's Fred, Gunn's girlfriend."

"Oh," she said, looking down at her hands, then back up. "So where's Cordelia? Did she have something better to do?" Faith cringed when she saw how angry her question was making Angel. "I was only kidding," she said, bumping into him playfully.

Angel just stayed still. Faith moved herself farther away from him.

"Forget this," she said, standing up and disappearing into the sea of people.

"I take it you haven't told them yet," Wesley said.

"It doesn't concern them," Angel said, firmly.

"You have a hot thing like-." Gunn stopped when he saw the looks Fred was sending his way. "A girl that isn't Cordy who's interested. You should make a move before she gets bored."

"It would never work," Angel said. "I mean. . . We're sort of related."

"Not by blood. And your parents aren't even married yet."

Buffy and Faith were walking through the dark streets of L.A. The sisters were silent but not in an odd way. Most of their nightly patrols lately were like that. It was kind of peaceful.

A scream in the distance shattered the silence. Buffy looked over to Faith before taking off.

They turned into an alley. The darkness consuming them. Nothing was visible, but they both could feel it. A vampire was definitely there.

"Help me please!" the same voice from earlier cried.

A car's headlights shone down the alley, lighting up the scene. It only lasted a second, but that was all they needed.

"Didn't your mother ever teach you not to bite others?" Faith said, kicking the vampire in the gut.

"Slayer," he spat out as he stood up from the ground.

"Aw, what gave it away? Was it the powerful kick? Or the shirt?" Faith said as she corned the vampire.

Buffy walked over to the girl who had been attacked. "Are you okay?" she asked, bringing her out of the alley and into the lighted streets. "What am I saying? Of course you're not." Buffy pushed aside the dark hair and looked over the bite marks. She was bleeding, but was lucky that the girls' got there when they did. Or else it would have been to late to save her. "You'll live. I'm going to take you to the hospital, okay?"

"W-w-what a-a-about him . . . That?" the girl said, pointing into the darkness.

You couldn't see a thing, but the sounds of Faith and the vampire fighting filled the air. The noise was in Faith's favour, and only a few seconds later, you could hear the sound of wood piercing flesh.

"Its always better when it's the real thing," Faith said, walking into the light. "Giles just isn't as much fun. How's she holding up?"

"She'll live. I think we should get her to the hospital though, just to be safe."
The door of the Victorian house opened and the twins walked inside.

"I'm starved," Faith said, disappearing into the kitchen.

"I'm gonna go take a shower!" Buffy yelled to her sister. "I still have blood on me."
Buffy walked out of the bathroom. She had taken a nice, long hot shower, just the thing she needed. Tonight had been one of the best nights since they'd moved to Sunnydale. Her and Riley were actually starting to become something, and their date tonight proved that. The slaying wasn't as bad as she was told it was, which in her opinion was a good thing. After all, Sunnydale was the hell mouth. She couldn't even imagine what was to come. She was happy with one vampire a night for now at least.

The door to Spike and Angel's room opened and Buffy waited to see who it was.

"'Lo luv," Spike said.

"Hey."

"What are you doin' home? Figured you'd still be out with Captain Cardboard."

Buffy laughed. "Part of me still is."

"Don't be getting all mushy on me pet."

"I'm not the one who writes poetry," Buffy said, smirking as she walked past him.

It took him a minute to register just what she had said, and once he did, he started after her. "How'd you-."

"Angel," she said, walking into her room. "I didn't believe it. But when I saw it with my own two eyes, it was hard to not believe.

He followed. "He showed you!" he yelled, closing the door behind him.

"Just a few . . . Hundred," Buffy said, sitting on the bed. "I believe one went . . . Yet her smell, it doth linger, painting pictures in my mind. Her eyes, balls of honey. Angel's harps her laugh . . . And some more that I don't remember."

"I'm going to kill him," he said, sitting angrily next to her.

"Oh c'mon, it was only me," she said, resting her head on his shoulder. "And I thought it was beautiful."

"Oh yeah pet. Real Grammy material."

Silence filled the room, but the two still sat there, content.
Faith sat in the kitchen, taking another bite of her cold pizza. She always got hungry after a good slay, and the only thing that looked edible in the fridge was the leftovers. She looked up to the doorway when Angel walked in.

"Hi," he said.

"Oh so we're on speaking terms now," Faith said.

"I came to apologize Faith. I realize how childish I was ignoring you."

"Well," she said, standing up. "I guess I can forgive you." 'How could I not?' she thought, throwing the crust of her pizza in the trash.

Turning around, she was surprised to find Angel standing in front of her.

"Angel wha-."

"Shh," he said, placing his two fingers on her lips.

She looked into his eyes, confused. "I still-."

He cut her off by kissing her softly.