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?
It was the first day back to school and Buffy, Angel, Spike and Faith were all in the kitchen downing their breakfast. They had exactly three minutes to eat and get out in the car or else they were going to be late.

Buffy looked over at Faith before standing and taking her empty dishes out to the kitchen. She placed them in the sink and jumped when Faith tapped her on the shoulder.

"Little jumpy are we?" she asked, reaching over Buffy and putting her dishes in the sink.

"Little sneaky are we?" Buffy said, turning around and walking back into the dining room. "We got to go guys, eat faster."
Sunnydale High wasn't as big as their school back in L.A. But that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. That meant classes wouldn't be as big, and there wouldn't be as many halls to get lost in.

Buffy looked over to her twin who sat next to her in the backseat of Angel's car. "Nervous?"

"Nah," Faith said. "No sweat."

"Right," Buffy said, opening the car door. 'There's nothing to be nervous about Buffy,' she thought. 'You have your sister, so you're not alone. Poor Dawnie.'

"Buffy!" Riley yelled, running over to her. "Hey." He leaned down and kissed her quickly on the lips. "Did you get your classes yet?"

"Yep, yesterday," Buffy said. "I have History first."

"Do you know who your teacher is? I could show you," he said.

"That's alright mate," Spike said, walking over to the two. "I've got the same."

"Oh," Riley said, eyeing Spike. "I'll see you at lunch?"

Buffy nodded and smiled as he kissed her on the cheek before taking off.

"Moving a bit quick aren't we?" Spike asked as the two started to walk up the stairs to the school doors. Angel and Faith had wandered off to their own classes, leaving the two alone.

"Someone jealous?" Buffy asked, raising an eyebrow. "Cause all you got to do is write me some poetry and I'll fall head over heals."

Spike perked up. "What?"

"I was kidding Spike," she said, bumping into him playfully.

"Course."

"Spikey," Druscilla said, coming up to the two. "The stairs, they spoke to me."

Buffy looked to Spike and then back to Druscilla. "The stars?"

"What did they say?" Spike asked, pretending to be interested.

"They said that you were falling."

"Well, they lied," he said, ushering her over to the wall. "See my feet, sturdily on ground. Now, shouldn't you be getting to class?"

Druscilla nodded. "Are you coming?"

"No, I have my own class," he said, walking away from her. "Ready pet?" he asked Buffy.

"Yeah, what was that about?"

"She's a little out of it," Spike said as the two started walking.

"She said the stairs told her you were falling."

"Okay . . . So she's a lot out of it," he said, getting annoyed. "Can we not talk about her?"

"Okay," Buffy said, looking away.