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?
"Whoa," Faith said, pulling away from Angel. "That was . . ."
"Wrong?" he asked.
"No," she said, turning around and looking out the window. "I mean yes. I'm all up for the tongue battling, and however further you want to go, but there's one thing I don't do. And that's steal someone else's man. I can get my own."
"Faith," he said, touching her shoulder. "I'm no one else's man."
"But Cord-. You mean you and her?"
"Broke up? Yes," he said. "A while ago."
"Why didn't you say anything?"
"Cause our parents our together Faith, and its just a little . . . Odd to have these feelings."
"No one told you to have them," she said, slipping underneath his arm and opening the fridge. She pulled out a bottle of water and drank it down quickly. "I'm fine with being friends."
"I'm not," he said quietly.
Faith picked her gaze up from the ground and looked at him. "What happened to odd?"
"I like odd," he said, walking over to her and wrapping his arms around her waist. "I like you."
Spike opened his eyes and looked around him. He was in his room, well, his old room. 'How did I get 'ere?' he thought, sitting up. Something moved beside him, causing him to glance down. 'Right,' he thought. 'We must 'ave fell asleep."
Buffy let out a small yawn and opened her eyes. "Spike, what are you doing here?"
"We fell asleep," he said, standing. "I'll leave."
"No," she said, quickly, shocking the both of them. "Stay with me? At least till Faith gets back?"
"What pet? Scared of the dark?"
"Well if you don't want to," she said, turning on her side.
"'S not what I meant," he said, sitting back down on the bed. "I'll stay."
Buffy smiled and moved over a bit more, giving him some extra space. He laid down in the bed next to her, his hand resting on his chest, staring up at the ceiling. 'What am I doing?' he thought. 'I've got a girl, and she's got a man. We're practically bloody related.' He sighed. 'Wait, what? No, no, no, no, I do not, do not, have feelings for Buffy. Right?' he looked down at her, her small figure so peaceful and helpless just lying there. She slept still, except for the fall and rise of her chest. Spike smiled and without thinking, he tucked a strand of loose blonde hair behind her ear. 'Oh God. This cant be good.'
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?
"Whoa," Faith said, pulling away from Angel. "That was . . ."
"Wrong?" he asked.
"No," she said, turning around and looking out the window. "I mean yes. I'm all up for the tongue battling, and however further you want to go, but there's one thing I don't do. And that's steal someone else's man. I can get my own."
"Faith," he said, touching her shoulder. "I'm no one else's man."
"But Cord-. You mean you and her?"
"Broke up? Yes," he said. "A while ago."
"Why didn't you say anything?"
"Cause our parents our together Faith, and its just a little . . . Odd to have these feelings."
"No one told you to have them," she said, slipping underneath his arm and opening the fridge. She pulled out a bottle of water and drank it down quickly. "I'm fine with being friends."
"I'm not," he said quietly.
Faith picked her gaze up from the ground and looked at him. "What happened to odd?"
"I like odd," he said, walking over to her and wrapping his arms around her waist. "I like you."
Spike opened his eyes and looked around him. He was in his room, well, his old room. 'How did I get 'ere?' he thought, sitting up. Something moved beside him, causing him to glance down. 'Right,' he thought. 'We must 'ave fell asleep."
Buffy let out a small yawn and opened her eyes. "Spike, what are you doing here?"
"We fell asleep," he said, standing. "I'll leave."
"No," she said, quickly, shocking the both of them. "Stay with me? At least till Faith gets back?"
"What pet? Scared of the dark?"
"Well if you don't want to," she said, turning on her side.
"'S not what I meant," he said, sitting back down on the bed. "I'll stay."
Buffy smiled and moved over a bit more, giving him some extra space. He laid down in the bed next to her, his hand resting on his chest, staring up at the ceiling. 'What am I doing?' he thought. 'I've got a girl, and she's got a man. We're practically bloody related.' He sighed. 'Wait, what? No, no, no, no, I do not, do not, have feelings for Buffy. Right?' he looked down at her, her small figure so peaceful and helpless just lying there. She slept still, except for the fall and rise of her chest. Spike smiled and without thinking, he tucked a strand of loose blonde hair behind her ear. 'Oh God. This cant be good.'