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 just to clear things up, I am not trying to portray Angel/Aidan as the bad guy...he just loves Buffy/Elizabeth a little too much for his own good, and I am really really really am sorry for not updating in a looooooong time. All I can say is that I really wish that there were like 30 hours in a day, not 24. So please do not hate me, read on and review!))
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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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Anya ran into the now empty store, "ELIZABETH! WILLOW! LOOK AT ALL THE MONEY!!!" she screamed. Elizabeth and Willow stared at Anya with confused looks on their faces. "LOOK!" Anya grabbed a handful of the money from the envelope and shoved it into their hands. "MONEY! WE HAVE MONEY!!!"
Willow held the $1000 bill up to the light, "Daaamn...it IS real..." she whispered in awe.
"Where'd you get the money?" Elizabeth asked as she ran her fingers over the bills.
Anya stopped her victory dance and screaming, and began to fidget with her hair. "Well erm...IsoldClichetoGlobalFashionssoweallworkforthemnowandwehavetobe thereat2:30pmandwegetpaid$500,000." Anya flashed them a hopeful smile.
Elizabeth and Willow looked at her with blank looks on their faces. "Come again?"
Anya repeated her rapidly said sentence again.
"One more time, but about 1,000,000 times slower." Elizabeth suggested her eyebrows knitted in confusion.
"Global Fashions owns Cliché and we're $500,000 richer?" Anya said rather nervously.
"What?!" Elizabeth shrieked.
Anya sighed, "See this is WHY I didn't want to tell you, but hey, we got a contract with the hugest fashion company ever, AND money!"
Willow beamed at Anya, "This is great! How did you come by this deal anyways?"
Anya shrugged, "I dunno..." she paused, and glanced at Elizabeth and Willow. "But look at the money!"
Elizabeth and Willow laughed, and hugged Anya. "So when do we start work?" Elizabeth asked.
"2:30 pm tomorrow...at the Global Fashions Headquarters!" Anya squealed.
Soon they were all jumping, hugging, and screaming; their dream had come true.
Spike walked out onto the slick and shiny surface of the empty ice skating rink at the Amusement Park. He carefully treaded the ice until he was in the middle of the rink, and produced a boomerang from the pockets of his black felt coat. He threw it with all the anger he had in him. His blue eyes followed the spinning object as it flew around; he raised his hand, and caught it in his hand. "You see that Buffy?" he whispered.
* * FLASHBACK * *
Spike grabbed Buffy's hand, and dragged her closer to the ocean. "Ever seen one of these?" he asked as he held out the boomerang.
Buffy shook her head, "What is it?" she asked.
"It's called a boomerang." he replied.
"What does it do?"
Spike smirked, "Watch." He threw the boomerang, and it flew all the way out to the ocean, and back into his hand.
Buffy let out a soft 'ooh.' "Can I try?" she asked.
Spike nodded, and pressed it into her hand. He slipped his hand over hers, and helped her throw it. Their eyes watched it sail around; it landed in the sand a little ways from them. Buffy quickly ran off to go retrieve it. She handed it back to Spike, "Can I do it again?" she asked, her emerald eyes shining, and her cheeks red from excitement.
Spike smirked, and helped her throw it again. As it was flying out above the waters again, he whispered into her ear, "See how it returns each time Buffy? That's what love's like...no matter what, it always comes back..."
* * END OF FLASHBACK * *
Spike began to shake from the tears he was holding back; he was a man, he didn't cry, besides he cried too much as it was. "SEE THAT BUFFY?!" he yelled out into the cold emptiness of the rink, "LOVE IS SUPPOSED TO COME BACK..." His voice trailed off as he quickly pocketed the boomerang, and walked away.
Elizabeth tucked a few loose strands of her long blonde hair behind her ear, and continued to sketch away. Aidan pushed aside the curtain that split the room in half, and while drying his hair with a towel knelt down to take a peek at what she was drawing. "Aidan!" she yelled as she quickly pressed the sketch to her chest. "Don't scare me like that."
Aidan grinned at her, "Someone's a little touchy," he grumbled as he straightened up again. "Night Liz...by the way, good job on finally getting bought out by a huge fashion company." He walked back over to his side of the room, and glanced at her once more before he disappeared behind the curtain.
Elizabeth didn't respond, and traded her pencil for a dark blue color pencil; she began to color in the suit, and paused midway. She studied the faceless man she had drawn...he had spiky hair, and high and well-defined cheekbones...she sighed, and finished coloring in the suit, and put her sketchpad away for the night.
Elizabeth hastily woke up the next morning, her alarm had been beeping for about 25 minutes now. Cursing to herself, she ran around the house doing numerous things. She cursed herself for waking up late, Aidan being such a frickin' heavy sleeper, and what-not. Finally she threw on a pair of casual khakis, a nice fitting black turtleneck, and a scarf. She shoved all of her sketchpads into her small black backpack along with a few other things. "I'll see you later Aidan!" she yelled as she ran out the door.
As usual she was slightly late, but managed to catch the bus to Willow and Anya's house. She was just about to knock on the door when the door swung open. "About time!!! We'll barely make it take in time!" Anya exclaimed as they sat in the bus.
"I'm sorry!" Elizabeth apologized for about millionth time.
"Oh this is going to look so bad on our reputation..." Willow whined.
Elizabeth patted Willow on the leg, "It's okay, they won't be too mad..." she said reassuringly, "I hope..." she added to herself.
The three girls clambered off the bus, and took slow and steady steps to the doors of the building. Inside each were quaking, all but Anya who kept cooing about all the money they were going to make, and how they were finally moving up on the social and economy ladder.
"We're here to see Mr. Cornelius." Anya said to Tara who just pointed them to the elevators.
Elizabeth furrowed her eyebrows...Cornelius? Wasn't that one guy's name Cornelius? She shook her head; it couldn't be the same guy.
Anya pressed the button the elevator. All three watched the lights change, and finally they reached the very top floor. The elevator doors slid open with a 'bing.' Anya, Willow and Elizabeth wandered down the hall until they came to another secretary at her desk.
"Excuse me, but where is Mr. Cornelius's room?" Anya asked.
The secretary looked at her, "Down the hallway, make a left, and continue going down the hall, and take the second left." With that she resumed typing away at a surprisingly fast pace on the computer.
"This should be it," Willow muttered as they arrived to the glass doors of Spike's office.
Just then Riley who was standing next to the door cleared his throat, "May I help you ladies?"
Willow nodded, "Yes, we're here to see Mr. Cornelius."
"May I ask why you are here to see him?" Riley asked.
Just then Wesley came walking down the hallway with a folder tucked under his arm, and a black briefcase in his other hand. "It's alright Riley, they're with me." he called. Riley nodded, and opened the door for him and the three girls. Riley squinted at Elizabeth; oddly enough she looked almost exactly like Spike's old love; Buffy.
Elizabeth, Willow and Anya made themselves comfortable on the black leather couch across from Wesley. Elizabeth glanced sideways at the large glass desk in front of them. There was a black leather comfort chair with its back to them, and the person sitting in it had had his feet propped up on the windowsill in front of him. The man slowly swung around.
"Hullo ladies."
Elizabeth's eyes widened in shock, and quickly averted her eyes to the ground.
"My name is William Cornelius, but please feel free to call me Spike." He got up from his chair, and proceeded to shake everyone's hands. He stopped when he came to Elizabeth. He held out his hand, "And your name is...?" he asked, a smile playing on his lips.
Elizabeth shook his hand while still looking down at the ground. "My name is Elizabeth...Elizabeth Johnson."
Spike smirked, "Nice to meet you luv." He walked over to the black leather armchair, and sat down. "Alright, as you know, Global Fashions has bought out Cliché, and since you are all now employees of Global Fashions, I expect you all to work well."
Anya and Willow nodded. Elizabeth nodded as she turned her head away from Spike.
"Miss Johnson, do you have a problem?" he asked, his voice crisp and purposefully polite.
Elizabeth faced Spike in surprise, "Umm...no, why would you say that?" she asked, a slight icy tone detectable.
"Perhaps by the way you refuse to look at me." Spike replied, smiling at Elizabeth who merely scowled at him. "Anyways, before Wesley here shows you to your guys' desks, I'd like to seem some sample sketches of your designs, and perhaps we'll find one that is worth presenting to the company."
Willow and Anya quickly pulled out sketchpads from their bags, and handed them to him. Elizabeth rummaged through her bag, trying to remember which one was her 'Cliché' sketchpad.
Wesley cleared his throat. Finally she just grabbed whatever one, and handed it to Spike who was already glancing through the other sketchpads.
Glory made her way to Spike's office, she had to talk to him about their little date tonight. She smiled in greeting to Riley, and tried to get to the glass doors of his office. Riley stepped right in front of her, thwarting her wishes.
Glory smiled at him again, and stepped to the left in another attempt to get to the door. Riley stepped left along with her. Slightly flustered, Glory began to step to the right, and then left, only to have Riley follow her. Finally, Glory had had enough, "What do you think you are doing?!" she demanded shrilly.
"Spike's a little busy right now." Riley explained, grinning down at her.
"Well it can't be important as-..."
"Oh, but it is," Riley interrupted, "I advise that you come back later." He winked at her, and set his hands on her shoulder. He turned her around, and lightly pushed her back the way she came. Glory glanced over her shoulder to glare at him when she caught a glimpse of the people in Spike's office. Her eyes widened in horror, that girl...she looked exactly like Buffy! She blinked, and mentally chided herself, 'Just because she has blonde hair means nothing...absolutely NOTHING.' Steadying herself she clomped her way to the desk. Spike finished with Anya's. Hers had been consisted of more skimpier outfits, most of them with the unmistakable dollar sign on them. Willow's on the other hand was a bit more hippie-style, and half of her ideas weren't that bad. He handed them back to Wesley to give back to Willow and Anya. He flipped through Elizabeth's and smirked. "Wesley will now show you ladies to your offices," Elizabeth, Willow, and Anya all got up with Wesley. "But Miss Johnson, I'd like for you talk to you for a little bit."
Elizabeth gave Willow and Anya a look that said, go-ahead-I'll-be-fine, and walked up to Spike who was now sitting at his desk. He flipped opened to a certain page in her sketchpad, and pushed it towards her. "Am I that memorable?" he asked.
Elizabeth looked down, her eyes grew large as she saw what sketchpad she had given him. It was the one with her high cheek boned, spiky haired, but faceless man whose style was incredibly similar to that of Spike's. She hastily grabbed the sketchpad and shoved it into her backpack. "Please, don't flatter yourself." She turned, and walked to the door.
"It's alright luv, I don't blame you, I really do have a charismatic aura about me if I do say so myself." Elizabeth stopped and glared at him. He shot her a cheeky smile. Flaring her nostrils, Elizabeth stomped off.
Spike pulled out his wallet, and opened it. He gazed down longingly at the picture that Buffy had been holding before she died. "I bet you're really mad at me now aren't you Buffy? But don't worry pet, I still love you the best."
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 just to clear things up, I am not trying to portray Angel/Aidan as the bad guy...he just loves Buffy/Elizabeth a little too much for his own good, and I am really really really am sorry for not updating in a looooooong time. All I can say is that I really wish that there were like 30 hours in a day, not 24. So please do not hate me, read on and review!))
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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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Anya ran into the now empty store, "ELIZABETH! WILLOW! LOOK AT ALL THE MONEY!!!" she screamed. Elizabeth and Willow stared at Anya with confused looks on their faces. "LOOK!" Anya grabbed a handful of the money from the envelope and shoved it into their hands. "MONEY! WE HAVE MONEY!!!"
Willow held the $1000 bill up to the light, "Daaamn...it IS real..." she whispered in awe.
"Where'd you get the money?" Elizabeth asked as she ran her fingers over the bills.
Anya stopped her victory dance and screaming, and began to fidget with her hair. "Well erm...IsoldClichetoGlobalFashionssoweallworkforthemnowandwehavetobe thereat2:30pmandwegetpaid$500,000." Anya flashed them a hopeful smile.
Elizabeth and Willow looked at her with blank looks on their faces. "Come again?"
Anya repeated her rapidly said sentence again.
"One more time, but about 1,000,000 times slower." Elizabeth suggested her eyebrows knitted in confusion.
"Global Fashions owns Cliché and we're $500,000 richer?" Anya said rather nervously.
"What?!" Elizabeth shrieked.
Anya sighed, "See this is WHY I didn't want to tell you, but hey, we got a contract with the hugest fashion company ever, AND money!"
Willow beamed at Anya, "This is great! How did you come by this deal anyways?"
Anya shrugged, "I dunno..." she paused, and glanced at Elizabeth and Willow. "But look at the money!"
Elizabeth and Willow laughed, and hugged Anya. "So when do we start work?" Elizabeth asked.
"2:30 pm tomorrow...at the Global Fashions Headquarters!" Anya squealed.
Soon they were all jumping, hugging, and screaming; their dream had come true.
Spike walked out onto the slick and shiny surface of the empty ice skating rink at the Amusement Park. He carefully treaded the ice until he was in the middle of the rink, and produced a boomerang from the pockets of his black felt coat. He threw it with all the anger he had in him. His blue eyes followed the spinning object as it flew around; he raised his hand, and caught it in his hand. "You see that Buffy?" he whispered.
* * FLASHBACK * *
Spike grabbed Buffy's hand, and dragged her closer to the ocean. "Ever seen one of these?" he asked as he held out the boomerang.
Buffy shook her head, "What is it?" she asked.
"It's called a boomerang." he replied.
"What does it do?"
Spike smirked, "Watch." He threw the boomerang, and it flew all the way out to the ocean, and back into his hand.
Buffy let out a soft 'ooh.' "Can I try?" she asked.
Spike nodded, and pressed it into her hand. He slipped his hand over hers, and helped her throw it. Their eyes watched it sail around; it landed in the sand a little ways from them. Buffy quickly ran off to go retrieve it. She handed it back to Spike, "Can I do it again?" she asked, her emerald eyes shining, and her cheeks red from excitement.
Spike smirked, and helped her throw it again. As it was flying out above the waters again, he whispered into her ear, "See how it returns each time Buffy? That's what love's like...no matter what, it always comes back..."
* * END OF FLASHBACK * *
Spike began to shake from the tears he was holding back; he was a man, he didn't cry, besides he cried too much as it was. "SEE THAT BUFFY?!" he yelled out into the cold emptiness of the rink, "LOVE IS SUPPOSED TO COME BACK..." His voice trailed off as he quickly pocketed the boomerang, and walked away.
Elizabeth tucked a few loose strands of her long blonde hair behind her ear, and continued to sketch away. Aidan pushed aside the curtain that split the room in half, and while drying his hair with a towel knelt down to take a peek at what she was drawing. "Aidan!" she yelled as she quickly pressed the sketch to her chest. "Don't scare me like that."
Aidan grinned at her, "Someone's a little touchy," he grumbled as he straightened up again. "Night Liz...by the way, good job on finally getting bought out by a huge fashion company." He walked back over to his side of the room, and glanced at her once more before he disappeared behind the curtain.
Elizabeth didn't respond, and traded her pencil for a dark blue color pencil; she began to color in the suit, and paused midway. She studied the faceless man she had drawn...he had spiky hair, and high and well-defined cheekbones...she sighed, and finished coloring in the suit, and put her sketchpad away for the night.
Elizabeth hastily woke up the next morning, her alarm had been beeping for about 25 minutes now. Cursing to herself, she ran around the house doing numerous things. She cursed herself for waking up late, Aidan being such a frickin' heavy sleeper, and what-not. Finally she threw on a pair of casual khakis, a nice fitting black turtleneck, and a scarf. She shoved all of her sketchpads into her small black backpack along with a few other things. "I'll see you later Aidan!" she yelled as she ran out the door.
As usual she was slightly late, but managed to catch the bus to Willow and Anya's house. She was just about to knock on the door when the door swung open. "About time!!! We'll barely make it take in time!" Anya exclaimed as they sat in the bus.
"I'm sorry!" Elizabeth apologized for about millionth time.
"Oh this is going to look so bad on our reputation..." Willow whined.
Elizabeth patted Willow on the leg, "It's okay, they won't be too mad..." she said reassuringly, "I hope..." she added to herself.
The three girls clambered off the bus, and took slow and steady steps to the doors of the building. Inside each were quaking, all but Anya who kept cooing about all the money they were going to make, and how they were finally moving up on the social and economy ladder.
"We're here to see Mr. Cornelius." Anya said to Tara who just pointed them to the elevators.
Elizabeth furrowed her eyebrows...Cornelius? Wasn't that one guy's name Cornelius? She shook her head; it couldn't be the same guy.
Anya pressed the button the elevator. All three watched the lights change, and finally they reached the very top floor. The elevator doors slid open with a 'bing.' Anya, Willow and Elizabeth wandered down the hall until they came to another secretary at her desk.
"Excuse me, but where is Mr. Cornelius's room?" Anya asked.
The secretary looked at her, "Down the hallway, make a left, and continue going down the hall, and take the second left." With that she resumed typing away at a surprisingly fast pace on the computer.
"This should be it," Willow muttered as they arrived to the glass doors of Spike's office.
Just then Riley who was standing next to the door cleared his throat, "May I help you ladies?"
Willow nodded, "Yes, we're here to see Mr. Cornelius."
"May I ask why you are here to see him?" Riley asked.
Just then Wesley came walking down the hallway with a folder tucked under his arm, and a black briefcase in his other hand. "It's alright Riley, they're with me." he called. Riley nodded, and opened the door for him and the three girls. Riley squinted at Elizabeth; oddly enough she looked almost exactly like Spike's old love; Buffy.
Elizabeth, Willow and Anya made themselves comfortable on the black leather couch across from Wesley. Elizabeth glanced sideways at the large glass desk in front of them. There was a black leather comfort chair with its back to them, and the person sitting in it had had his feet propped up on the windowsill in front of him. The man slowly swung around.
"Hullo ladies."
Elizabeth's eyes widened in shock, and quickly averted her eyes to the ground.
"My name is William Cornelius, but please feel free to call me Spike." He got up from his chair, and proceeded to shake everyone's hands. He stopped when he came to Elizabeth. He held out his hand, "And your name is...?" he asked, a smile playing on his lips.
Elizabeth shook his hand while still looking down at the ground. "My name is Elizabeth...Elizabeth Johnson."
Spike smirked, "Nice to meet you luv." He walked over to the black leather armchair, and sat down. "Alright, as you know, Global Fashions has bought out Cliché, and since you are all now employees of Global Fashions, I expect you all to work well."
Anya and Willow nodded. Elizabeth nodded as she turned her head away from Spike.
"Miss Johnson, do you have a problem?" he asked, his voice crisp and purposefully polite.
Elizabeth faced Spike in surprise, "Umm...no, why would you say that?" she asked, a slight icy tone detectable.
"Perhaps by the way you refuse to look at me." Spike replied, smiling at Elizabeth who merely scowled at him. "Anyways, before Wesley here shows you to your guys' desks, I'd like to seem some sample sketches of your designs, and perhaps we'll find one that is worth presenting to the company."
Willow and Anya quickly pulled out sketchpads from their bags, and handed them to him. Elizabeth rummaged through her bag, trying to remember which one was her 'Cliché' sketchpad.
Wesley cleared his throat. Finally she just grabbed whatever one, and handed it to Spike who was already glancing through the other sketchpads.
Glory made her way to Spike's office, she had to talk to him about their little date tonight. She smiled in greeting to Riley, and tried to get to the glass doors of his office. Riley stepped right in front of her, thwarting her wishes.
Glory smiled at him again, and stepped to the left in another attempt to get to the door. Riley stepped left along with her. Slightly flustered, Glory began to step to the right, and then left, only to have Riley follow her. Finally, Glory had had enough, "What do you think you are doing?!" she demanded shrilly.
"Spike's a little busy right now." Riley explained, grinning down at her.
"Well it can't be important as-..."
"Oh, but it is," Riley interrupted, "I advise that you come back later." He winked at her, and set his hands on her shoulder. He turned her around, and lightly pushed her back the way she came. Glory glanced over her shoulder to glare at him when she caught a glimpse of the people in Spike's office. Her eyes widened in horror, that girl...she looked exactly like Buffy! She blinked, and mentally chided herself, 'Just because she has blonde hair means nothing...absolutely NOTHING.' Steadying herself she clomped her way to the desk. Spike finished with Anya's. Hers had been consisted of more skimpier outfits, most of them with the unmistakable dollar sign on them. Willow's on the other hand was a bit more hippie-style, and half of her ideas weren't that bad. He handed them back to Wesley to give back to Willow and Anya. He flipped through Elizabeth's and smirked. "Wesley will now show you ladies to your offices," Elizabeth, Willow, and Anya all got up with Wesley. "But Miss Johnson, I'd like for you talk to you for a little bit."
Elizabeth gave Willow and Anya a look that said, go-ahead-I'll-be-fine, and walked up to Spike who was now sitting at his desk. He flipped opened to a certain page in her sketchpad, and pushed it towards her. "Am I that memorable?" he asked.
Elizabeth looked down, her eyes grew large as she saw what sketchpad she had given him. It was the one with her high cheek boned, spiky haired, but faceless man whose style was incredibly similar to that of Spike's. She hastily grabbed the sketchpad and shoved it into her backpack. "Please, don't flatter yourself." She turned, and walked to the door.
"It's alright luv, I don't blame you, I really do have a charismatic aura about me if I do say so myself." Elizabeth stopped and glared at him. He shot her a cheeky smile. Flaring her nostrils, Elizabeth stomped off.
Spike pulled out his wallet, and opened it. He gazed down longingly at the picture that Buffy had been holding before she died. "I bet you're really mad at me now aren't you Buffy? But don't worry pet, I still love you the best."