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'...oh and the song is all Edwin McCain's...
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 sPiKe-bUfFy-GuRl, don't worry, there isn't a lot of spuffy yet, but when there is, it will be sure to start tears. ^^ So once again, please, please, please bear with me. Shitaka, you know that you are much appreciated. ^^, and Cho-Freak-Dragon, I'm glad you liked it.))
((A/N: And thanks to BunnyKat, and Ruthie2 for reviewing...and sorry that this isn't a very long chapter...and don't pay attention to the Glory and Spike thing...believe me, he isn't really falling for her!))
((A/N: By the way, I apologize for not updating sooner...stupid ff.net (not really!) hasn't really been working...))
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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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Glory began to check off forms when she heard Wesley's voice mingled with three other voices, most likely women coming towards her. She glanced around the room, there were several other workers at their desks that reminded her; she should go ask William when the new employees were arriving. Wesley walked into the room, "And this ladies, is the room where you will be working with your fellow employees including me."
Glory stood up, they must already be here. She walked over to Wesley, "Wesley, mind introducing them?" she asked sweetly.
Wesley flashed her a bright smile, "Yes, this is Willow, Anya and Elizabeth."
It was then Glory caught sight of Elizabeth...
The color drained out of her face, and she felt nauseated. "Excuse me." she said hastily as she ran out of the room. She ran all the way to Spike's office. Riley looked up for a brief second from the TV screen as she ran by. "WILLIAM!" she yelled as she burst into his office.
Spike looked up and hastily shoved his wallet back into his pocket. "Yes luv?"
Glory began to pant from lack of air. "Did...you...know...that one of our employees...look...like...Bu....Bu...Buf...Buffy?" she managed to choke out.
Spike shot her a strange yet concerned look, "Actually I did, why?" he asked.
Glory began to breathe easier, "So what was her name again?" she asked, her voice still a bit wheezy.
"Elizabeth...Elizabeth Johnson..." Spike said softly.
Glory nodded, "Okay then...I'll meet you at...?"
"How about Cabaret? Meet me here after work."
Glory beamed at Spike, and happily walked out of the room. Spike sighed, and rubbed his eyes, the poor girl really was a head case sometimes, but she was pretty, which was the only reason why he hadn't tossed her out a window yet, besides, his mum really wanted to see him and Glory get married, and he really was a momma's boy.
Glory said bye to everyone, and avoided Elizabeth's eyes as she walked out of the room. Elizabeth shrugged, maybe she was just testing her. Glory went into an elevator and drove away home. Spike's blue eyes watched Elizabeth through a crack in the blinds of a window that were on the other side. She was so gorgeous...so fuckin' gorgeous...
Elizabeth felt two eyes boring into the back of her head. She turned her head and looked over at the window where Spike had been staring at her from. Seeing no one she shrugged, and went back to work. Spike leaned against the wall, and peeked into the room again, he sighed, and banged his head back onto the wall...this was crazy. Sighing he went back to his office.
Glory briskly walked into the office. She was dressed in a form-fitting, slightly lacy black dress with some sequin designs on it.
"Well aren't you going somewhere," Harmony commented as she and everyone else in the room watched Glory.
"Yeah, something big?" Anya asked.
Glory looked up from her desk, and smiled brightly, "William's taking me out for dinner." she announced.
Harmony clapped her hands, "Oh my gosh! This is sssooo cool Glory!"
Glory even though she was still smiling rolled her eyes, "Oh come on Harmony, this isn't the first time that Will's taken me out on a date." She glanced at Elizabeth out of the corners of her eyes; Elizabeth seemed to be extremely absorbed in her work. Smiling smugly she showed off her dress to everyone, "I know, it's one of a kind, it's Sonya Domini ((A/N: Let's just say that Sonya Domini is like equal to Christian Dior...aight y'all?))
Spike watched Glory show off her dress. He pursed his lips, and walked over to the glass door. His eyes wandered over to Elizabeth who wasn't partaking in this at all. Glory stopped twirling and spotted Spike at the door. She walked up to the door, and waved at him from the other side. She shot him a strange look when he continued to not acknowledge her presence. She looked up at his eyes, and followed their gaze...over to where that Elizabeth girl sat.
Fuming she pushed on the door. The door hit him in the face, not hard, but just enough to wake him from his stupor. He blinked, and looked down at Glory; he immediately pasted a fake smile onto his face, and mouthed, "Let's go."
Glory nodded, and coyly smiling turned to face the others in the room. "I'm going to go now, Will and I have A DATE." Her cold eyes turned to Elizabeth who still hadn't looked up. Sticking her nose up in the air, she walked out of the room, and slipped her arm in between Spike's. Spike glanced into the room once more before Glory pulled him away. At the same time, Elizabeth had looked up...to see his pleading blue eyes. Her emerald eyes hardened as she looked away.
Spike and Glory sat at the elegant bar of Cabaret. Glory sipped on a martini, and Spike sipped a Bacardi. They sat there in silence, until Glory spoke, "William, you know that new girl from Cliché?" she asked.
"Which one?" he asked, half interested.
"The...the blonde one." Glory replied.
"Oh, Anya or..." he paused to clear his throat, "or Elizabeth?" Her name came out rather raspy. He pounded his chest, and turned to Glory, "What about them?"
Glory's eyes looked at him coldly, "Elizabeth," she said her name like it was poisonous or something, "You just hired her because she looks like Buffy...didn't you?" she accused.
Spike didn't answer, and looked straight ahead, right over the top of Glory's hair.
"News flash, Buffy has been DEAD, she's been DEAD for a couple of years now, why haven't you forgotten her?!"
"She has been...gone, for ONE year." Spike replied angrily and coldly.
Glory's hands clenched into fists, "It...doesn't...matter, she's DEAD, she's nothing now, she can't help you, she's worthless to you now. Why can't you move on? Do you know how much it hurts?" Her voice was now filled with sorrow.
Spike's hands tightened around the base of his glass. "Don't EVER talk about Buffy like that EVER again." he warned, his voice thick with anger.
Glory continued, unhindered, "Why are you so selfish? All you care about is how YOU feel, are you insensitive to others around you? We've been seeing each other for a long time now, and not once, not even ONCE have you told me that you love me." She stopped with a huff, and turned to her drink again.
Glory's words were lost to his ears. All he heard was the music of the piano, slowly wafting in and out of his state of consciousness. Buffy...just the name intoxicated his very soul with longing and sorrow. He shook his head, Glory was right...he had to move on, right? Spike smiled at Glory, and placed a hand on her cheek.
Glory looked at him surprise, "Glory, I love you."
Before she could say anything, he got up, and placing a $20 dollar bill on the piano made a request. Glory hesitantly smiled at Spike who offered her his hand. She accepted it, and sighed as she slowly danced with him. Life was finally going her way now.
Spike rested his chin on Glory's head, his blue eyes staring blankly out at the people at the Cabaret. If he just closed his eyes he could see Buffy there, sitting at the bar...next to him. His palm brushing her long silky hair, staring into those emerald eyes of hers...
"Emerald fountains thrust toward the sky, never revealing their depths..."
Spike closed his eyes, and if he tried hard enough, he could remember how her eyes shined whenever the stars came out...he could remember every shine and sparkle in those eyes of hers.
"And I'll be, your crying shoulder..."
Spike smiled sadly to himself as he remembered the first time Buffy told him how mean Darla was to her. It was always beyond him how someone could still look gorgeous with puffy eyes and a red nose.
"I'll be the best thing of your life..."
She had been the best thing that had ever happened to him, and vice versa.
"And I'll be, better when I'm older, I'll be the greatest fan of your life..."
Spike sighed, too bad there was no older. He found it difficult to swallow this lump in his throat...too bad...there was no older...Spike found himself slipping away from the dancing floor, and away from Glory's arms.
* * FLASHBACK * *
"Are you sure this is safe?" Buffy asked, her voice full of fear.
Spike rolled his eyes, "No, we're all going to end up on the ground with our brains coming out of our ears."
"Eeewww! You know what, I don't really want to do this anymore..." Buffy replied slowly.
Spike grabbed her wrist, "Come on Buff, it's okay, I won't let you get hurt."
Buffy stared into those clear blue eyes, and knew that he was telling the truth. Nodding she got climbed onto the back of the bike. "Ready?"
Buffy nodded, and latched herself to Spike's waist.
"Alright then!" Spike pedaled down the steep hill, and then let go of the steering wheel. He let his arms out, as if he were flying and let out a loud whoop. "Come on Buffy, try it!" he urged yelling.
Buffy bit her lip, she really didn't feel like running into a tree. Finally after Spike's persistent urging she agreed, and did so. The wind blew at her hair, loosening her hair from the confines of the flimsy hair tie, blowing it loose, letting her long blonde hair stream out from behind her.
"Whee!!"
Spike laughed, "See, what'd I tell you?"
He tried to stop the bike, but ended up sending them flying over to the grassy side of the road. They both landed with an 'oof.'
"Once I get up William Cornelius, I will personally see to it that you get your behind beaten raw." Buffy growled as she laid on the ground.
Spike rolled his eyes again, and getting up walked over to her. "I'd like to see you try."
Buffy's heart began to pound as she realized that their noses were touching. She squeezed her eyes shut...was he going to kiss her?
Spike closed his eyes, and planted a chaste kiss on her lips. "I would never hurt you Buffy...and if anyone else tried, I''LL be the one to see that they personally get beaten into the ground."
Buffy opened her eyes, her cheeks red. She nodded as they pressed hands together. She noticed how his hands fit perfectly over hers while Spike's other hand brushed her soft cheek...
* * END OF FLASHBACK * *
Glory shook Spike, "Will, are you okay?" she asked concerned.
Spike awoke from his trance again, "Oh yeah, sorry pet, not feeling to well I guess. I think I better take you home."
Glory nodded. Entwining arms they left and drove off.
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 sPiKe-bUfFy-GuRl, don't worry, there isn't a lot of spuffy yet, but when there is, it will be sure to start tears. ^^ So once again, please, please, please bear with me. Shitaka, you know that you are much appreciated. ^^, and Cho-Freak-Dragon, I'm glad you liked it.))
((A/N: And thanks to BunnyKat, and Ruthie2 for reviewing...and sorry that this isn't a very long chapter...and don't pay attention to the Glory and Spike thing...believe me, he isn't really falling for her!))
((A/N: By the way, I apologize for not updating sooner...stupid ff.net (not really!) hasn't really been working...))
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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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Glory began to check off forms when she heard Wesley's voice mingled with three other voices, most likely women coming towards her. She glanced around the room, there were several other workers at their desks that reminded her; she should go ask William when the new employees were arriving. Wesley walked into the room, "And this ladies, is the room where you will be working with your fellow employees including me."
Glory stood up, they must already be here. She walked over to Wesley, "Wesley, mind introducing them?" she asked sweetly.
Wesley flashed her a bright smile, "Yes, this is Willow, Anya and Elizabeth."
It was then Glory caught sight of Elizabeth...
The color drained out of her face, and she felt nauseated. "Excuse me." she said hastily as she ran out of the room. She ran all the way to Spike's office. Riley looked up for a brief second from the TV screen as she ran by. "WILLIAM!" she yelled as she burst into his office.
Spike looked up and hastily shoved his wallet back into his pocket. "Yes luv?"
Glory began to pant from lack of air. "Did...you...know...that one of our employees...look...like...Bu....Bu...Buf...Buffy?" she managed to choke out.
Spike shot her a strange yet concerned look, "Actually I did, why?" he asked.
Glory began to breathe easier, "So what was her name again?" she asked, her voice still a bit wheezy.
"Elizabeth...Elizabeth Johnson..." Spike said softly.
Glory nodded, "Okay then...I'll meet you at...?"
"How about Cabaret? Meet me here after work."
Glory beamed at Spike, and happily walked out of the room. Spike sighed, and rubbed his eyes, the poor girl really was a head case sometimes, but she was pretty, which was the only reason why he hadn't tossed her out a window yet, besides, his mum really wanted to see him and Glory get married, and he really was a momma's boy.
Glory said bye to everyone, and avoided Elizabeth's eyes as she walked out of the room. Elizabeth shrugged, maybe she was just testing her. Glory went into an elevator and drove away home. Spike's blue eyes watched Elizabeth through a crack in the blinds of a window that were on the other side. She was so gorgeous...so fuckin' gorgeous...
Elizabeth felt two eyes boring into the back of her head. She turned her head and looked over at the window where Spike had been staring at her from. Seeing no one she shrugged, and went back to work. Spike leaned against the wall, and peeked into the room again, he sighed, and banged his head back onto the wall...this was crazy. Sighing he went back to his office.
Glory briskly walked into the office. She was dressed in a form-fitting, slightly lacy black dress with some sequin designs on it.
"Well aren't you going somewhere," Harmony commented as she and everyone else in the room watched Glory.
"Yeah, something big?" Anya asked.
Glory looked up from her desk, and smiled brightly, "William's taking me out for dinner." she announced.
Harmony clapped her hands, "Oh my gosh! This is sssooo cool Glory!"
Glory even though she was still smiling rolled her eyes, "Oh come on Harmony, this isn't the first time that Will's taken me out on a date." She glanced at Elizabeth out of the corners of her eyes; Elizabeth seemed to be extremely absorbed in her work. Smiling smugly she showed off her dress to everyone, "I know, it's one of a kind, it's Sonya Domini ((A/N: Let's just say that Sonya Domini is like equal to Christian Dior...aight y'all?))
Spike watched Glory show off her dress. He pursed his lips, and walked over to the glass door. His eyes wandered over to Elizabeth who wasn't partaking in this at all. Glory stopped twirling and spotted Spike at the door. She walked up to the door, and waved at him from the other side. She shot him a strange look when he continued to not acknowledge her presence. She looked up at his eyes, and followed their gaze...over to where that Elizabeth girl sat.
Fuming she pushed on the door. The door hit him in the face, not hard, but just enough to wake him from his stupor. He blinked, and looked down at Glory; he immediately pasted a fake smile onto his face, and mouthed, "Let's go."
Glory nodded, and coyly smiling turned to face the others in the room. "I'm going to go now, Will and I have A DATE." Her cold eyes turned to Elizabeth who still hadn't looked up. Sticking her nose up in the air, she walked out of the room, and slipped her arm in between Spike's. Spike glanced into the room once more before Glory pulled him away. At the same time, Elizabeth had looked up...to see his pleading blue eyes. Her emerald eyes hardened as she looked away.
Spike and Glory sat at the elegant bar of Cabaret. Glory sipped on a martini, and Spike sipped a Bacardi. They sat there in silence, until Glory spoke, "William, you know that new girl from Cliché?" she asked.
"Which one?" he asked, half interested.
"The...the blonde one." Glory replied.
"Oh, Anya or..." he paused to clear his throat, "or Elizabeth?" Her name came out rather raspy. He pounded his chest, and turned to Glory, "What about them?"
Glory's eyes looked at him coldly, "Elizabeth," she said her name like it was poisonous or something, "You just hired her because she looks like Buffy...didn't you?" she accused.
Spike didn't answer, and looked straight ahead, right over the top of Glory's hair.
"News flash, Buffy has been DEAD, she's been DEAD for a couple of years now, why haven't you forgotten her?!"
"She has been...gone, for ONE year." Spike replied angrily and coldly.
Glory's hands clenched into fists, "It...doesn't...matter, she's DEAD, she's nothing now, she can't help you, she's worthless to you now. Why can't you move on? Do you know how much it hurts?" Her voice was now filled with sorrow.
Spike's hands tightened around the base of his glass. "Don't EVER talk about Buffy like that EVER again." he warned, his voice thick with anger.
Glory continued, unhindered, "Why are you so selfish? All you care about is how YOU feel, are you insensitive to others around you? We've been seeing each other for a long time now, and not once, not even ONCE have you told me that you love me." She stopped with a huff, and turned to her drink again.
Glory's words were lost to his ears. All he heard was the music of the piano, slowly wafting in and out of his state of consciousness. Buffy...just the name intoxicated his very soul with longing and sorrow. He shook his head, Glory was right...he had to move on, right? Spike smiled at Glory, and placed a hand on her cheek.
Glory looked at him surprise, "Glory, I love you."
Before she could say anything, he got up, and placing a $20 dollar bill on the piano made a request. Glory hesitantly smiled at Spike who offered her his hand. She accepted it, and sighed as she slowly danced with him. Life was finally going her way now.
Spike rested his chin on Glory's head, his blue eyes staring blankly out at the people at the Cabaret. If he just closed his eyes he could see Buffy there, sitting at the bar...next to him. His palm brushing her long silky hair, staring into those emerald eyes of hers...
"Emerald fountains thrust toward the sky, never revealing their depths..."
Spike closed his eyes, and if he tried hard enough, he could remember how her eyes shined whenever the stars came out...he could remember every shine and sparkle in those eyes of hers.
"And I'll be, your crying shoulder..."
Spike smiled sadly to himself as he remembered the first time Buffy told him how mean Darla was to her. It was always beyond him how someone could still look gorgeous with puffy eyes and a red nose.
"I'll be the best thing of your life..."
She had been the best thing that had ever happened to him, and vice versa.
"And I'll be, better when I'm older, I'll be the greatest fan of your life..."
Spike sighed, too bad there was no older. He found it difficult to swallow this lump in his throat...too bad...there was no older...Spike found himself slipping away from the dancing floor, and away from Glory's arms.
* * FLASHBACK * *
"Are you sure this is safe?" Buffy asked, her voice full of fear.
Spike rolled his eyes, "No, we're all going to end up on the ground with our brains coming out of our ears."
"Eeewww! You know what, I don't really want to do this anymore..." Buffy replied slowly.
Spike grabbed her wrist, "Come on Buff, it's okay, I won't let you get hurt."
Buffy stared into those clear blue eyes, and knew that he was telling the truth. Nodding she got climbed onto the back of the bike. "Ready?"
Buffy nodded, and latched herself to Spike's waist.
"Alright then!" Spike pedaled down the steep hill, and then let go of the steering wheel. He let his arms out, as if he were flying and let out a loud whoop. "Come on Buffy, try it!" he urged yelling.
Buffy bit her lip, she really didn't feel like running into a tree. Finally after Spike's persistent urging she agreed, and did so. The wind blew at her hair, loosening her hair from the confines of the flimsy hair tie, blowing it loose, letting her long blonde hair stream out from behind her.
"Whee!!"
Spike laughed, "See, what'd I tell you?"
He tried to stop the bike, but ended up sending them flying over to the grassy side of the road. They both landed with an 'oof.'
"Once I get up William Cornelius, I will personally see to it that you get your behind beaten raw." Buffy growled as she laid on the ground.
Spike rolled his eyes again, and getting up walked over to her. "I'd like to see you try."
Buffy's heart began to pound as she realized that their noses were touching. She squeezed her eyes shut...was he going to kiss her?
Spike closed his eyes, and planted a chaste kiss on her lips. "I would never hurt you Buffy...and if anyone else tried, I''LL be the one to see that they personally get beaten into the ground."
Buffy opened her eyes, her cheeks red. She nodded as they pressed hands together. She noticed how his hands fit perfectly over hers while Spike's other hand brushed her soft cheek...
* * END OF FLASHBACK * *
Glory shook Spike, "Will, are you okay?" she asked concerned.
Spike awoke from his trance again, "Oh yeah, sorry pet, not feeling to well I guess. I think I better take you home."
Glory nodded. Entwining arms they left and drove off.