A/N: Sorry for the slow updates... you'd understand if you had my computer :P I'm working on a one shot fic based on the song, 'I'm All About You' by Aaron Carter, and trying to get my brain around an update for Changing, but also want to start a one shot for Anne of Green Gables (my new passion :P) so bare with me k? Also this story is now also posted at 'The Spuffy Realm'!

A/N 2: This chapter will introduce her father for the first time, as an actual character, don't expect roses either! And Spuffyiness won't happen for about... 1 or 2 chapters, sorry!

Chapter 3: Daddy... gasp help!

So the dance is over.... damn... Reason I'm saying 'damn' is because the inevitable (as the Almighty Xander calls it) has happened. Spike and Drusilla have gotten back together, and my life is officially over. I mean it too! When /him/ and /her/ showed up together, I ran to the bathroom crying my eyes out, and didn't come out either, til it was getting so late I needed to leave or else be late for my curfew. Willow and Xander consoled me the next day and everything, but I've realized now that thinking I'm anything more than a little girl in Spike's eyes is hopeless.

Now, I'm in the cafetria all by myself, Willow had 2nd lunch and Xander didn't come today, and guess who comes walking up to my table? ANGEL! Not exactly the person I expected to come walking up to talk to /me/.

"What do you want?" I ask crossly, he irritates the hell out of me.

"Summers, piss off, I'm here to prepostion you." He says this all so casually the outsider may think we're friends, 'cept for the whole I'm trying not to lash out thing.

"What do you mean?"

"You like, and want, Spike, don't you?" At my scowl he realizes it's true, not like the entire school didn't already know. "Well, Drusilla is MY girl, not his." The way he says it, all icily and dangerous, makes me feel scared and curious. They were supposed to be buddies.

"So? Still not getting the whole, me thing in all this."

"I want Drusilla back. Spike can go the fuck to hell for all I care, but Dru's my girl. If you help me get Dru, I'll help you get bleach blonde and psycho."

I laugh, kinda heartily too, but I just couldn't help it. Me, help /him/ with anything? Yeah fucking right! "Umm... let me think this over." I get up and take my tray, dumping the garbage and setting it in the bin. He had followed me the entire time. "No." I say simply, walking out, and to my chagrin he follows me. Asshole. "WHAT!"

"Please, Summers? I'll do anything?" he's begging! Angel O'Brian, is begging to me, Buffy Anne Summers. HA!

Turning slowly I let a lazy grin cross my face. "Take a hint, bozo, get over yourself and leave me alone." Suddenly my heart skips a beat and I'm sure my entire face has gone white, my body rigid. Dad... is here!

Angel looks at me, then follows my unfalteringly gaze. "Who the hell is that, Summers?" But I didn't really hear him, and walked towards the man who had assisted in the creation of me, and who had raised me and Dawn til about 6 years ago.

"Dad..." I whisper, it came out rather hoarse and in a voice I didn't really recognize as my own. And before I knew anything we were hugging, embracing each other with the love stolen from us these past years. Slowly moving away from each other, I took his prooffered hand and led him out to the grove behind the school, over by the football field. "This is the only place in school we'd get any privacy." I explained as we sat under the oak tree.

"What was with the email you sent me the other day, Buffykins? Who's this guy?" Dad always did like to cut to the chase, wasn't much for small talk.

"Just a guy. He's not important. But what are you doing here?" I ask, still slightly dazed over him being here at all.

"I wanted to see my little Prin- hold on a moment." He took my arm and lifted the sleeve, revealing a scar from last night's beating. I don't even know what I did that time, Ted must have had a bad day at work or something. "Who did this?"

"Umm.. no one, I just..." The look he gave me could cut glass. "Ted.." SLAP DID NOT EXPECT THAT! Standing up quickly I hold my stinging cheek and turn to look at him with a hurt and blank look on my face. "What-?"

He cut me off, standing angrily and going to slap me again, I recovered and blocked it. "Don't say your step-father did this to you. He's a good man, and the perfect choice for a secound father to you in my absence. I'm glad your mother remarried him." He was glaring at me, but with such a disgusted look in his eyes, I shrank back. Did I ever tell you that Daddy and Ted were best friends? And pretty much worshipped the other one? Nope? Well... crap.

"Huh?" I ask stupidly, wanting nothing more than to run and cry. Holding firm I fight back the tears threatening to fall and look at him with a put about air of confidence. "He did so, and he beats little Dawnie, and mom. He's an evil son of a bitch, FATHER!" I say 'father' with the equivelent of the ice in his eyes, in my voice. Sometimes Dad pisses me the hell off. Like when he left, for instance.

He is fuming now, and slaps me again because I went a little lank for a moment. "He does not beat women and children! Your a filthy little liar, you little slut. I bet some screw ball boyfriend of yours did it, and to cover it all up you made Ted into a monster. I know you, your nothing but a dirty little whore." With that he marched off and as he rounded the corner I curled into a ball and positioned myself in the darkness of the building.

"Buffy?"

I look up and there's Spike staring down at me with such a look of disgustedness at my father, and anger, and sadness that I burst into another bout of tears. "Oh Spike!" I whimper, hugging my knees to my chest and burying my face in the crevice caused by my upturned legs.

I can feel him curling himself around me and instinctively I hold onto him, soaking his shirt with my tears. Pulling back a little I look up into his smiling face. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that, Spike." Pulling away I sit with my back against the wall and stare into space.

"S'ok, luv, I seen everything. I know what he said." With that I stood up and stared down at him, angrily, though the angers not really directed at him, but I need a scapegoat here. Dad was probably just shocked by all this, right? Sure, Buffy, sure.

"What gives /you/ the right to intrude on /my/ moment with /my/ father? Do I intrude on yours?" I glared hard at him, the encounter the other day with him and Giles in the library, completely gone out of my mind. Turning away from him I marched off, stopped by his hand on my arm.

"Don't walk away, pet. Talk to me." His eyes burned into mine, imploring me to let him in. "Please." The word 'please' comes out so needy, so nervous, my facade almost shatters for a moment. Almost.

"What the fuck is the point? Your with Queen Dead, Xander is all high and mighty now that you chose her and not me, and my father won't help me when I need it the most. But I suppose you already knew that, your awfully good at /overhearing/ things, aren't you?" I sneer at him, hot fat tears sliding down my face. Wrenching my arm away I continue my pace and as I round the corner I catch a brief glimpse of him standing there, looking very much like someone had just killed his favourite dog, or he'd lost his best friend. To bad I'm not his best friend, huh? Than the latter would have been true. Grinning at the fact that /I/ hurt /him/, I strode off, wiping blindly at the tears staining my face.

It wouldn't be til that night that I realize how much of a bitch I'd been, and how much losing his friendship would hurt me in the future. Damn...

A/N: yeah, I know, I made Hank the bad guy, but I was watching 'Nightmares' last night when I had this sudden desire to turn him into the evil one. Hehehe. So deal and R&R please! Also, Spike and Buffy will get together, I promise! Just give me time to deal with some issues that include being majorly pissed at Buffy and Spike. :P