Disclaimer: Yes...Joss Whedon owns all of the characters except the ones that
you have never heard of because I created them...I wonder if Joss has ever
heard of a thing called 'sharing'...
Summary: ((Warning: Spuffiness!!! Everyone is human too...the story isn't as lame as the summary...seriously)) Starts off with everyone as young teenagers...Glory and Buffy are step sisters, and Angel is the step brother...blah blah blah ((Sorry, it's too juicy to give away)) And Buffy is hit by a car, loses all her memory...including all recollection of her love...Spike...this is a really vague summary...
((A/N: I WANT TO TELL ALL OF THE REVIEWERS WHO HAVE REVIEWED THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! IT REALLY ENCOURAGES ME TO CONTINUE!!! *muah* LOVE YOU ALL!!! REMEMBER MORE REVIEWES=MORE CHAPPIES!!!))
((A/N: Luv to all my steady reviewers, and Shitaka JUST for you, I have decided to take anonymous reviewers ^^ Take it as a token of my appreciation for your reviews. And I got your last review, and I just wanted to tell you that I had been planning on adding this chapter last night before your review with the thanks, and blah in it. So feel extremely loved, I typed a whole paragraph for you!!! By the way, I DEDICATE THIS CHAPTER TO SHITAKA!!! ^^)) ((A/N: Oh and sorry for not adding a chapter yesterday, it was either that or get a small paragraph. ^^))
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If love was meant to be between two people, Then they will always find each other, No matter how long it takes, No matter how far, No matter how many obstacles stand in the way, In the end, they will always end up in each other's arms.
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* * LATER * *
Elizabeth said 'bye' to Willow and Anya, and took the bus to the amusement park. She was planning on seeing how Aidan was doing, but she couldn't resist not stepping into 'Sheek' while she was near. She touched and gazed at the expensive blouses, shirts, dresses, purses and shoes. She took a white sweater off the shelf, and was observing herself in the mirror when Glory came down to do her merchandise inspection for Spike.
Glory walked down the main path of the store, she was almost at the east end of the store, when she felt her body tense. She took a few steps back to where Elizabeth had been standing with the sweater. She wasn't there anymore. Glory smirked, how silly of her to think that Buffy was still alive, and if she still was...Glory shook her head, that was another ridiculous thought...Buffy still alive. Snorting softly to herself, she continued to inspect the shoes on the shelf. Meanwhile, Elizabeth had slipped out of the dressing room, and left the store.
Elizabeth trotted over to the scaffold where Aidan was. He was on the top most one, and brushing white paint on. Smiling she walked over to one of the ladders, and began to shake it furiously. Aidan who had almost dropped his paint bucket in surprise looked down at saw Elizabeth. "Unless you want me dead, and the mural ruined, I advise you to stop now!" he yelled.
Elizabeth laughed, and stopped. She clambered up the ladder, and made her way up to Aidan.
"Hey, what are you doing? Don't come up here! It's dangerous!" Aidan hollered as he tried to push Elizabeth back down.
Elizabeth swatted him on the arm, and stood up next to him. "Psh, don't mess with me mister." She sat down on the platform and studied the mural so far. "You know that we got evicted today?"
Aidan's spit out his soda. Elizabeth grimaced as she wiped some off her cheek. "You're so disgusting." she muttered.
"You...you guys got EVICTED??!!"
Elizabeth nodded, "Why are you so mad? If there's anyone who should be mad, it's us, not you." she rolled her eyes.
Aidan gave her a cheeky 'whatever' smile. Elizabeth walked over to him, and put a hand on his shoulder, "It's okay Aidan, you're going to become a rich and famous painter someday, so none of us will need to work anyways."
Aidan chuckled, "I can only wish." he said.
Elizabeth smiled up at him, "Don't worry, I have faith in you."
Aidan smiled down at her; his smile then vanished, and was replaced with a sadder one. He sighed, and ran his fingers through his hair, "After I paint this mural...there's something I have to tell you...and if you decided to stay with me still, I'll love you forever, but if I not...I'll understand." He then hugged Elizabeth tightly who just gave him a strange look.
Elizabeth shrugged slightly, and hugged him back. "It's okay Aidan, I would never leave you."
Aidan blinked back a tear, "Good, because I would never be able to live without you." he replied hoarsely.
A small train ran around the perimeters of the amusement park about a mere 25 ft from the ground. From inside Spike watched the hugging couple through blue abysses of endless hurt, pain, and confusion. Sighing, he dropped back onto the cushy gray seat, and squeezed his eyes shut.
* * The Next Day * *
Glory stomped into Spike's office. She threw down her folder onto the glass table as she seated herself down onto the black leather sofa.
Spike raised an eyebrow, "What's up pet?"
Glory glared at him, "Don't 'pet' me William, what happened, to seven o' clock...dinner at my mom's house?!" she said, her voice a hair away from being a scream.
Spike winced; he hadn't forgotten on purpose...he really hadn't. "I'm sorry Glory...I forgot."
"Don't like to me William, you were seeing some other woman now weren't you?"
Spike's body tensed slightly; he shook it off, and spoke, "No, I just had a long day and I was tired. I doubt that Darla would've enjoyed me drowning myself in a bowl of soup on account of me having dozed off."
Glory pouted, "All the same."
Spike put his hand up, "How about I take you out to dinner tomorrow night? Just you and me?"
Glory's glare and pout disappeared, and was replaced with a small smile. "Okay Will...I'll get back to you tomorrow on the time okay?"
Spike nodded, "I'll be waiting, oh, and Glory before you go, have you checked out Cliché yet?"
Glory shook her head, "But how about we buy them? I mean, if you see a lot of potential in them, them I'm sure that they will do great."
Spike winked at her, "Alright then, I'll get the contract signed by today, okay?"
Glory beamed at Spike, "Of course William, I'll see you later okay?"
Spike propped his feet up onto his glass desk, and grabbed the black leather file that was on top of his desk. He opened it, and began to read down the page; his finger stopped at Cliché. He moved his finger sideways, "Elizabeth Johnson? I think not, the bloody girl would rather rip my head off than say yes...hmm...Willow Rosenberg? She must be the red-head, nah, she's too loyal to Elizabeth...ah...Anya...she must be the blonde one." Spike paused, and began to dial Anya's cell phone number. Anya waved to a customer as they left with an armful of shopping bags, the store was almost empty now. She was about to go over and chat with Willow when her cell phone buzzed in her back pocket. She quickly pulled it out, "Cliché, this is Anya," she answered.
"Yes, Anya, this is William Cornelius...-"
Anya let out a squeal, "Oh! I know you, you're that one really rich guy who owns the amusement park and Global Fashions!!" Willow raised an eyebrow at Anya who quickly cleared her throat in an attempt to regain her composure. "Anyways, what can I do for you today?"
Spike suppressed a chuckle, yes, he had chosen the right one. "I'd like to buy out Cliché, and have you and your friends join my team professional fashion designers here at Global Fashions."
Anya's eyes widened in surprise, "Oh wow, will there be a lot of money involved?" she asked.
"As a matter of fact pet, there will be a lot of money."
Anya began to do a little dance, and when Elizabeth and Willow both gave her a strange look she immediately began to run her hands through her hair.
"And I'd like to go over the contract today."
Anya scrunched her face up as she thought, "I don't think I can do...-"
"That's okay then Miss Anya, if you can't make it, I'll just call another...- "
"NO!" Anya shrieked into the phone, "I'll be there!"
Elizabeth and Willow shot Anya another concerned look.
"Lovely, I'd knew you'd come around. Be here promptly by 2:30 pm at the Global Fashions headquarters, just give them your name, and tell them that you're with Cliché."
Anya nodded vigorously, "See you at 2:30."
Spike smiled into the phone, "Have a nice day Miss Anya." He hung up, and placed his cell onto his desk. He leaned back into his chair, and smiled; he was a brilliant man...yes, he was bloody brilliant.
Anya looked at the clock, it was 2:15. "Liz, Willow? I have to go, I might be back later, bye!" She quickly grabbed her jacket, and purse, and ran out the door.
Willow watched Anya with a disapproving look on her face, "That's not very nice," she commented, "Running out on us like that...hmph."
Elizabeth smiled, "Don't worry Willow, Anya's probably going insane from the lack of money here..."
Anya walked up to the lady at the front desk, "Hi, I'm here to see Mr. William Cornelius."
Tara looked up at Anya, "Name?" she asked.
"Anya...oh, and I'm here for Cliché." she added.
Tara nodded, "Top floor." She gestured to one of the many elevators, and resumed whatever she had been doing before hand.
Anya twiddled with her fingers as the elevator went up and up. The elevator stopped at the twenty-seventh floor. Anya walked out, and looked down the hallway. The place was bustling with activity. She glared at several people who brushed by her rather forcefully. After a few minutes of attempting to find her way, she managed to stop a man. "Hi, do you know where Mr. William Cornelius's office is?" she asked.
The man, whose name was Wesley looked Anya up and down, "And you are?" he asked.
Anya glared at him, "If you give me money I'll tell you."
Wesley chuckled, "I'm just joking, so what brings you here to see Cornelius?"
"I'm here on business for Cliché." she replied as she flipped her hair over her shoulder.
"Oh! Of course, right this way," Wesley winked at her, and directed her to Spike's office. "Maybe I'll catch you later." Wesley winked at her again, and walked off.
Anya wrinkled her nose, and looked up at Riley who stood by the glass door. She peeked in, and even though the many walls were all made out of glass, she couldn't see the Cornelius guy. "I'm here to see Mr. Cornelius."
Riley smirked at Anya, and opened the door for her.
Anya walked in through the many glass doors, and looked around, impressed, as she finally entered his office.
Spike who had been leaning back in his chair with his back to her immediately swung around, and stood up. He walked over to her, and shook her head, "Hello luv, I'm William Cornelius."
Anya smiled, "I'm Anya."
Spike nodded, and stepped back to his office phone, he pressed a button, "Yes, Tara? Can you please tell Wesley to come in...thanks a million pet."
Wesley walked in through the doors, with a grim look on his face, which disappeared at the sight of Anya. "Well, we meet again," he said in a rather flirtatious manner.
Spike rolled his eyes, "Wesley, meet Miss Anya...-"
"So you do have a name," Wesley remarked much to Anya's dismay.
"Bloody hell! Are you capable of shutting up for a bit?" Spike asked Wes half jokingly.
Anya laughed...much to Wesley's dismay and Spike's delight. "I like you, you're funny." she commented to Spike.
Wesley scowled, and sat down on one of the black leather couches. "Please take a seat Miss Anya," Spike urged as he himself took the black leather armchair.
Anya nodded, and sat down on the couch opposite of Wesley. Spike threw down a set of papers onto the glass coffee table. "Here is the proposition," Spike began, "We give you $500,000 for the right to use your company's name..."
"Meaning that Cliché will be part of Global Fashions," Wesley explained.
"And all employees of Cliché will now be working for Global Fashions, and will receive a regular salary depending on their work." Spike continued. "The contract will last for only six months, and if Cliché wishes, you guys may discontinue the contract, but if you guys wish to stay on board we will compose another contract for a few more years...clear?"
Anya nodded, still in shock of the amount of money that had been offered, "You did say $500,000 right?" Anya asked she held a pen a centimeter away from the line where she was supposed to sign.
Wesley and Spike nodded in unison, "Yes," Wesley pointed to the figure $500,000 on the contract. "Now sign."
Anya wrinkled her nose again, and signed a number of papers and contracts.
"Good, now stamp your finger on this..." Wesley held out a red stamp pad. Anya pressed her index finger to it, and then pressed her red finger onto the paper.
"Lovely, now we're all done." Spike announced. "Here is $10,000 in advance, and I expect you and the other employees of Cliché to be here promptly by 2:30 pm in the afternoon, here in my office."
Anya took the white envelope with wide eyes. "I will be here!" she yelled as she left.
Spike looked down at Wesley who was lounging around on the couch still, "And Wesley, stop pretending to be busy okay?"
Wesley looked up at Spike, with a blank look on his face. "What're you talking about?" he asked innocently.
Spike snorted, and walked back to his desk chair, and waved for Wesley to go out. As soon as Wesley left, he stood up, and drew open the blinds. He stood with his feet spread apart, and his hands folded behind his back. He looked down onto the city, the sunlight shining through the window. His hand absentmindedly went up to rub the flat silver orb that hung on a silver chain around his neck...Buffy...
Summary: ((Warning: Spuffiness!!! Everyone is human too...the story isn't as lame as the summary...seriously)) Starts off with everyone as young teenagers...Glory and Buffy are step sisters, and Angel is the step brother...blah blah blah ((Sorry, it's too juicy to give away)) And Buffy is hit by a car, loses all her memory...including all recollection of her love...Spike...this is a really vague summary...
((A/N: I WANT TO TELL ALL OF THE REVIEWERS WHO HAVE REVIEWED THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! IT REALLY ENCOURAGES ME TO CONTINUE!!! *muah* LOVE YOU ALL!!! REMEMBER MORE REVIEWES=MORE CHAPPIES!!!))
((A/N: Luv to all my steady reviewers, and Shitaka JUST for you, I have decided to take anonymous reviewers ^^ Take it as a token of my appreciation for your reviews. And I got your last review, and I just wanted to tell you that I had been planning on adding this chapter last night before your review with the thanks, and blah in it. So feel extremely loved, I typed a whole paragraph for you!!! By the way, I DEDICATE THIS CHAPTER TO SHITAKA!!! ^^)) ((A/N: Oh and sorry for not adding a chapter yesterday, it was either that or get a small paragraph. ^^))
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If love was meant to be between two people, Then they will always find each other, No matter how long it takes, No matter how far, No matter how many obstacles stand in the way, In the end, they will always end up in each other's arms.
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* * LATER * *
Elizabeth said 'bye' to Willow and Anya, and took the bus to the amusement park. She was planning on seeing how Aidan was doing, but she couldn't resist not stepping into 'Sheek' while she was near. She touched and gazed at the expensive blouses, shirts, dresses, purses and shoes. She took a white sweater off the shelf, and was observing herself in the mirror when Glory came down to do her merchandise inspection for Spike.
Glory walked down the main path of the store, she was almost at the east end of the store, when she felt her body tense. She took a few steps back to where Elizabeth had been standing with the sweater. She wasn't there anymore. Glory smirked, how silly of her to think that Buffy was still alive, and if she still was...Glory shook her head, that was another ridiculous thought...Buffy still alive. Snorting softly to herself, she continued to inspect the shoes on the shelf. Meanwhile, Elizabeth had slipped out of the dressing room, and left the store.
Elizabeth trotted over to the scaffold where Aidan was. He was on the top most one, and brushing white paint on. Smiling she walked over to one of the ladders, and began to shake it furiously. Aidan who had almost dropped his paint bucket in surprise looked down at saw Elizabeth. "Unless you want me dead, and the mural ruined, I advise you to stop now!" he yelled.
Elizabeth laughed, and stopped. She clambered up the ladder, and made her way up to Aidan.
"Hey, what are you doing? Don't come up here! It's dangerous!" Aidan hollered as he tried to push Elizabeth back down.
Elizabeth swatted him on the arm, and stood up next to him. "Psh, don't mess with me mister." She sat down on the platform and studied the mural so far. "You know that we got evicted today?"
Aidan's spit out his soda. Elizabeth grimaced as she wiped some off her cheek. "You're so disgusting." she muttered.
"You...you guys got EVICTED??!!"
Elizabeth nodded, "Why are you so mad? If there's anyone who should be mad, it's us, not you." she rolled her eyes.
Aidan gave her a cheeky 'whatever' smile. Elizabeth walked over to him, and put a hand on his shoulder, "It's okay Aidan, you're going to become a rich and famous painter someday, so none of us will need to work anyways."
Aidan chuckled, "I can only wish." he said.
Elizabeth smiled up at him, "Don't worry, I have faith in you."
Aidan smiled down at her; his smile then vanished, and was replaced with a sadder one. He sighed, and ran his fingers through his hair, "After I paint this mural...there's something I have to tell you...and if you decided to stay with me still, I'll love you forever, but if I not...I'll understand." He then hugged Elizabeth tightly who just gave him a strange look.
Elizabeth shrugged slightly, and hugged him back. "It's okay Aidan, I would never leave you."
Aidan blinked back a tear, "Good, because I would never be able to live without you." he replied hoarsely.
A small train ran around the perimeters of the amusement park about a mere 25 ft from the ground. From inside Spike watched the hugging couple through blue abysses of endless hurt, pain, and confusion. Sighing, he dropped back onto the cushy gray seat, and squeezed his eyes shut.
* * The Next Day * *
Glory stomped into Spike's office. She threw down her folder onto the glass table as she seated herself down onto the black leather sofa.
Spike raised an eyebrow, "What's up pet?"
Glory glared at him, "Don't 'pet' me William, what happened, to seven o' clock...dinner at my mom's house?!" she said, her voice a hair away from being a scream.
Spike winced; he hadn't forgotten on purpose...he really hadn't. "I'm sorry Glory...I forgot."
"Don't like to me William, you were seeing some other woman now weren't you?"
Spike's body tensed slightly; he shook it off, and spoke, "No, I just had a long day and I was tired. I doubt that Darla would've enjoyed me drowning myself in a bowl of soup on account of me having dozed off."
Glory pouted, "All the same."
Spike put his hand up, "How about I take you out to dinner tomorrow night? Just you and me?"
Glory's glare and pout disappeared, and was replaced with a small smile. "Okay Will...I'll get back to you tomorrow on the time okay?"
Spike nodded, "I'll be waiting, oh, and Glory before you go, have you checked out Cliché yet?"
Glory shook her head, "But how about we buy them? I mean, if you see a lot of potential in them, them I'm sure that they will do great."
Spike winked at her, "Alright then, I'll get the contract signed by today, okay?"
Glory beamed at Spike, "Of course William, I'll see you later okay?"
Spike propped his feet up onto his glass desk, and grabbed the black leather file that was on top of his desk. He opened it, and began to read down the page; his finger stopped at Cliché. He moved his finger sideways, "Elizabeth Johnson? I think not, the bloody girl would rather rip my head off than say yes...hmm...Willow Rosenberg? She must be the red-head, nah, she's too loyal to Elizabeth...ah...Anya...she must be the blonde one." Spike paused, and began to dial Anya's cell phone number. Anya waved to a customer as they left with an armful of shopping bags, the store was almost empty now. She was about to go over and chat with Willow when her cell phone buzzed in her back pocket. She quickly pulled it out, "Cliché, this is Anya," she answered.
"Yes, Anya, this is William Cornelius...-"
Anya let out a squeal, "Oh! I know you, you're that one really rich guy who owns the amusement park and Global Fashions!!" Willow raised an eyebrow at Anya who quickly cleared her throat in an attempt to regain her composure. "Anyways, what can I do for you today?"
Spike suppressed a chuckle, yes, he had chosen the right one. "I'd like to buy out Cliché, and have you and your friends join my team professional fashion designers here at Global Fashions."
Anya's eyes widened in surprise, "Oh wow, will there be a lot of money involved?" she asked.
"As a matter of fact pet, there will be a lot of money."
Anya began to do a little dance, and when Elizabeth and Willow both gave her a strange look she immediately began to run her hands through her hair.
"And I'd like to go over the contract today."
Anya scrunched her face up as she thought, "I don't think I can do...-"
"That's okay then Miss Anya, if you can't make it, I'll just call another...- "
"NO!" Anya shrieked into the phone, "I'll be there!"
Elizabeth and Willow shot Anya another concerned look.
"Lovely, I'd knew you'd come around. Be here promptly by 2:30 pm at the Global Fashions headquarters, just give them your name, and tell them that you're with Cliché."
Anya nodded vigorously, "See you at 2:30."
Spike smiled into the phone, "Have a nice day Miss Anya." He hung up, and placed his cell onto his desk. He leaned back into his chair, and smiled; he was a brilliant man...yes, he was bloody brilliant.
Anya looked at the clock, it was 2:15. "Liz, Willow? I have to go, I might be back later, bye!" She quickly grabbed her jacket, and purse, and ran out the door.
Willow watched Anya with a disapproving look on her face, "That's not very nice," she commented, "Running out on us like that...hmph."
Elizabeth smiled, "Don't worry Willow, Anya's probably going insane from the lack of money here..."
Anya walked up to the lady at the front desk, "Hi, I'm here to see Mr. William Cornelius."
Tara looked up at Anya, "Name?" she asked.
"Anya...oh, and I'm here for Cliché." she added.
Tara nodded, "Top floor." She gestured to one of the many elevators, and resumed whatever she had been doing before hand.
Anya twiddled with her fingers as the elevator went up and up. The elevator stopped at the twenty-seventh floor. Anya walked out, and looked down the hallway. The place was bustling with activity. She glared at several people who brushed by her rather forcefully. After a few minutes of attempting to find her way, she managed to stop a man. "Hi, do you know where Mr. William Cornelius's office is?" she asked.
The man, whose name was Wesley looked Anya up and down, "And you are?" he asked.
Anya glared at him, "If you give me money I'll tell you."
Wesley chuckled, "I'm just joking, so what brings you here to see Cornelius?"
"I'm here on business for Cliché." she replied as she flipped her hair over her shoulder.
"Oh! Of course, right this way," Wesley winked at her, and directed her to Spike's office. "Maybe I'll catch you later." Wesley winked at her again, and walked off.
Anya wrinkled her nose, and looked up at Riley who stood by the glass door. She peeked in, and even though the many walls were all made out of glass, she couldn't see the Cornelius guy. "I'm here to see Mr. Cornelius."
Riley smirked at Anya, and opened the door for her.
Anya walked in through the many glass doors, and looked around, impressed, as she finally entered his office.
Spike who had been leaning back in his chair with his back to her immediately swung around, and stood up. He walked over to her, and shook her head, "Hello luv, I'm William Cornelius."
Anya smiled, "I'm Anya."
Spike nodded, and stepped back to his office phone, he pressed a button, "Yes, Tara? Can you please tell Wesley to come in...thanks a million pet."
Wesley walked in through the doors, with a grim look on his face, which disappeared at the sight of Anya. "Well, we meet again," he said in a rather flirtatious manner.
Spike rolled his eyes, "Wesley, meet Miss Anya...-"
"So you do have a name," Wesley remarked much to Anya's dismay.
"Bloody hell! Are you capable of shutting up for a bit?" Spike asked Wes half jokingly.
Anya laughed...much to Wesley's dismay and Spike's delight. "I like you, you're funny." she commented to Spike.
Wesley scowled, and sat down on one of the black leather couches. "Please take a seat Miss Anya," Spike urged as he himself took the black leather armchair.
Anya nodded, and sat down on the couch opposite of Wesley. Spike threw down a set of papers onto the glass coffee table. "Here is the proposition," Spike began, "We give you $500,000 for the right to use your company's name..."
"Meaning that Cliché will be part of Global Fashions," Wesley explained.
"And all employees of Cliché will now be working for Global Fashions, and will receive a regular salary depending on their work." Spike continued. "The contract will last for only six months, and if Cliché wishes, you guys may discontinue the contract, but if you guys wish to stay on board we will compose another contract for a few more years...clear?"
Anya nodded, still in shock of the amount of money that had been offered, "You did say $500,000 right?" Anya asked she held a pen a centimeter away from the line where she was supposed to sign.
Wesley and Spike nodded in unison, "Yes," Wesley pointed to the figure $500,000 on the contract. "Now sign."
Anya wrinkled her nose again, and signed a number of papers and contracts.
"Good, now stamp your finger on this..." Wesley held out a red stamp pad. Anya pressed her index finger to it, and then pressed her red finger onto the paper.
"Lovely, now we're all done." Spike announced. "Here is $10,000 in advance, and I expect you and the other employees of Cliché to be here promptly by 2:30 pm in the afternoon, here in my office."
Anya took the white envelope with wide eyes. "I will be here!" she yelled as she left.
Spike looked down at Wesley who was lounging around on the couch still, "And Wesley, stop pretending to be busy okay?"
Wesley looked up at Spike, with a blank look on his face. "What're you talking about?" he asked innocently.
Spike snorted, and walked back to his desk chair, and waved for Wesley to go out. As soon as Wesley left, he stood up, and drew open the blinds. He stood with his feet spread apart, and his hands folded behind his back. He looked down onto the city, the sunlight shining through the window. His hand absentmindedly went up to rub the flat silver orb that hung on a silver chain around his neck...Buffy...