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 I am glad you all hate the idea of Glory and Spike being together. ^^ This chapter will have a little more spuffiness...oh and don't worry...Buffy will get her memory back...but no one will tell her...she will find out herself...eep! I've revealed one of the twists!!!))
((By the way I have several other ideas for Spuffy fics...one is Buffy being the slayer back in the 18th century, the other takes place with Buffy in a bar, and the bartender happens to be Spike, but she knew him as someone else back then...and they talk...and wonder what happens from there? ^^ Oh and I've begun writing the first chapter of another BTVS fic. Here's the summary, so tell me if you like. Buffy has left home to prove to her family that she can succeed in something. But she almost failed high school, dropped out of college, and can't get a 'good' job. So she rents a apartment, goes to college part time, manages to get a job, and many side jobs, but along the way she needs $ where a certain man named Spike comes in, as well as another man named Angel...who happens to be her boss. And if anyone reading this takes my ideas or elaborate from them, I will hunt you down and eat you...so beware...muahahaha. Seriously though, please don't...this is sssooo degrading, I am on my hands and knees begging you people not to steal my ideas...*sigh*))
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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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Spike picked up the phone, and pressed a button, "Yes, Wesley? Could you please have Elizabeth Johnson come into my office? Thanks a million."
A few minutes later Elizabeth Johnson strode into his office, walking a bit stiffly.
"Yes?"
Spike smiled at her, "I have a very important project for you," he began much to Elizabeth's dismay. "I need you to check out some of our competitor's clothes, and make some sketches of certain clothing that you find intriguing, and then come back and report to me."
Elizabeth nodded, and turned to leave.
"So you know where you're going luv?" Spike asked.
Elizabeth groaned, "Are you mocking me?" she demanded.
Spike placed his hands behind his head as she leaned back into his black leather armchair. "Oh no pet, never, I would never mock you, I'm just astonished at your hastiness to me, after all most women would die to bask in my presence."
Elizabeth glared him, "You're such a pig, now hurry up and tell me where I have to go."
"I'm hurt Bu...I mean Elizabeth," Spike found it extremely difficult to swallow, "The store is Bridges."
Elizabeth expected him to say more, and was surprised at his sudden silence. Pursing her lips she strode over to his desk, "By the way, I don't know who this Buffy girl was, but I'm Elizabeth...end of story." She walked out of his office without another glance.
Spike sighed, "Get a grip you git..." he muttered, scolding himself. In his mind, he believed that Buffy was dead, and would never come back, but in his heart he knew that she was still alive...and within his grasp. Elizabeth strode through the extremely expensive and upscale store called Bridges. It was one of those stores that sold only imported clothes...from London. She stopped at random shelves and racks of clothes, and browsed through them. Two salesladies watched her like a hawk, and with some contempt. Finally one of them approached her, "Are you interested in buying this?" the lady asked Elizabeth who was holding up a lovely cashmere sweater with buttons on the sides.
Elizabeth smiled, "Actually I'm looking at the moment, erm...could you please show me the way to the dressing rooms?"
The woman frowned slightly, and led Elizabeth back to the dressing rooms. Elizabeth set down a whole armful of clothes onto the wooden built in seat, and seated herself on the ground. She picked up each and every article of clothing, and sketched them into her sketchbook.
She finally came out in almost an hour. She looked at the ladies in surprise as they took the clothes from her, and began to ring them up. "There must be a mistake, I'm not buying all of these..." she began to say.
The lady smiled at her, "A very nice man came by and said that we were to ring them up for you, on him."
Elizabeth looked around, and spotted a familiar figure with his back to her. He was looking at some shoes it seemed. She marched up to him, and whirled him around, "It was you, wasn't it?" she asked accusingly.
Spike looked at her blankly as he held a rhinestone studded shoe in his hand, "What are you talking about?" he asked.
"You're the one who's paying for all those clothes...why are you even following me?" she asked angrily. Spike arched an eyebrow, "Now don't go flattering yourself pet, I just happened to be in the neighborhood and decided to check up on how you're doing, after all this is your first time."
Elizabeth frowned, that took away half of the insults she was going to throw at him, "Well then who's the one buying the clothes huh?"
"Oh that, whenever new comers do good jobs the company rewards them." Spike said casually as he put the shoe back, and picked another one up and began to look at it.
Elizabeth began to fume. She stomped back to the counter, and tried to take the clothes away from the women, "Give them to me! I'm NOT going to buy them!" The women had been warned that she'd probably try to do that, and they had been prepared.
Spike jogged over, and tossed a pair of silver shoes with silver buckles on them onto the pile, "Ring these up," he began, he grabbed a random shirt off the rack, and tossed them that to, "And this," he pulled a black skirt off the shelf, and tossed them that too. "And this." Then he then gathered a whole variety of shirts, sweaters, jackets, and scarves into his arm, and dumped them onto the counter too, "And these." He brushed his hands together, and raised an eyebrow at a glowering Elizabeth again.
"What's wrong with you pet?" he asked.
"You...you make me so mad!" she muttered hotly.
Spike shrugged, just then Elizabeth was showered with numerous red shopping bags. "Here you go ma'am."
Elizabeth, almost automatically, took them, and began to stagger out the door. Spike was already outside, leaning against his blue Jaguar, it seemed to be his favorite car, with the car's trunk open. Elizabeth glared at him, and began to stumble down the sidewalk, she almost fell over from the sheer weight and bulk of the bags, but found herself in a pair of strong and muscular arms.
She felt a slight blush creeping into her cheeks, but it disappeared when she found out it was Spike. "Let go." she commanded.
Spike reluctantly let her go, "You know, my car is right there pet...and there's plenty of room for me the clothes."
"I prefer walking." she replied, slightly miffed.
"I would agree, but it seems that you have a bit of a problem doing so," he replied smiling.
Elizabeth glared at him, and continued walking. Spike ran back into his car, and shut the trunk. He began to drive along the sidewalk by Elizabeth. He rolled the car window down, "Are you sure you don't need a ride?" he asked.
Elizabeth turned to face him, "You just don't take 'no' for an answer do you?"
Spike scrunched up his face as if he were thinking, "Umm...no."
Elizabeth scowled. She huffily opened the back door of his car, and tossed all of his bags in, and climbed into the passenger seat.
Spike smiled, and drove off. Elizabeth sat stiffly in her seat with her hand resting on the smooth leather arm rest that separated her and Spike's seat. Spike's hand slowly inched towards hers. Elizabeth looked at him surprise. Unhurried he picked up her hand, and looked at it, almost as if he was inspecting it. Then he pressed his hand against hers, his closed over hers, like two puzzle pieces...their hands fit...just perfectly. He closed his hand over hers, and entwined his fingers with hers.
Elizabeth watched him in shock. She really didn't know what to say. "Hmm...interesting, our hands fit almost perfectly..." Spike mused out loud. Finally she regained her senses, and snatched her hand back. She shoved her hands into the pockets of her coat, and scooted to the door.
Spike chuckled, and placing both hands on the steering wheel looked out at the road in front of him. Elizabeth stole a glance at him from the corner of her eyes. She saw him turn his head, and quickly turned so that it would've looked like she was looking out the window, but unfortunately for her she was much too close to the window, and hit the window rather hard. "Oh! Owwwww...." Elizabeth wailed as she rubbed her nose.
Spike almost instantly pulled the car over, and pulled her hands away from her face. "Let me see..." He looked over her nose, and ran his finger over it. 'It's so perfect...like someone sculpted her...' he thought to himself. Elizabeth watched him caress the sides of her face with wonder.
"Stop touching me." she snapped.
Spike slowly and lingeringly pulled away from her. "And please, don't touch me again for the rest of the ride. I came for a ride and a ride alone." Elizabeth added.
Spike sighed, and merged back onto the road. "Seriously I don't know who the hell you're moping over, but you really got to get over her," she continued.
Spike's hand clenched, "You can stop talking now," he said rather coldly.
Elizabeth stopped, all of the sudden her cell phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID, "Aidan?"
"Oh hey,"
....
"I had some sort of project to do,"
....
"Mmm...sure, I'll meet you there as soon as I get there okay?"
....
"Okay,"
...
Elizabeth smiled into the phone, and hung up.
"Who was that?" Spike inquired.
Elizabeth smiled cheekily at him, "Aidan."
"Is Aidan a girl?" Spike asked.
Elizabeth glared at him, "NO, Aidan happens to be a BOY,"
"Your BOYfriend?"
Elizabeth sort of smiled to herself, and shrugged, "Sort of...well...not really..."
"Okay so he's not your boyfriend then."
"Well he sort of is...-"
"You're one helluva confusing girl pet."
"I don't really care Mr. Cornelius."
Spike winced, "Don't call me that, makes me feel like an old git. Call me Spike."
"Can't I call you William?"
"No," he scowled, "Don't call me that either. I still feel like a bloody ole' man. Call me Spike."
"How come Glory calls you William?"
"Because she's Glory."
"Do you like her?"
William pursed his lips, he really wasn't into Glory that way...but she was the next closest thing to Buffy right? But what about the girl next to him? She looked exactly like her...no one had Buffy's eyes...no one, but yet, this girl's eyes shined exactly the way Buffy's used to. He took in a deep breath of air. "Sort of." he finally replied glumly. "Talk about confusing," Elizabeth muttered. "So you like her or not? Because she sure seems to be head over heels over you."
Spike had to tense himself up to prevent himself from rolling his eyes. "Okay fine then, I don't like Glory."
Elizabeth nodded, "Then who do you like?" she asked.
Spike shrugged as they turned into the underground parking lot of the Global Fashions headquarters. "I'm surprised that you don't know," he said quietly, more to himself as he got out of the car. He tossed his keys to a valet, and helped Elizabeth and all of her shopping bags out. He gave the rest of the bags to Elizabeth before he branched off into another hallway to his office. He watched her walk away...so graceful despite the fact that she was trying not to topple over. The way her hair shined in the light...
Elizabeth walked away, she felt strange, and the weight of the bags weren't helping at all. She could still feel her that rush when she thought about the way he held her hand. Wait...what was she thinking? It wasn't her that the guy loved...it was that Buffy Summers girl, but how come he always looked right at her, and not through her...? Maybe he was psychotic to think that she was her...Buffy was dead and she wasn't. Shrugging she went into her office...but still, she couldn't help a tiny part of her wishing that she was this Buffy Summers girl...to have a man so devoted and loving. But she already had a guy like that...she had Aidan, but she had never felt that rush before with him...maybe it was because she knew him too well. Gritting her teeth together in frustration, Elizabeth began to sketch away.
((A/N: Oh and Shitaka, are you happy now?))
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 I am glad you all hate the idea of Glory and Spike being together. ^^ This chapter will have a little more spuffiness...oh and don't worry...Buffy will get her memory back...but no one will tell her...she will find out herself...eep! I've revealed one of the twists!!!))
((By the way I have several other ideas for Spuffy fics...one is Buffy being the slayer back in the 18th century, the other takes place with Buffy in a bar, and the bartender happens to be Spike, but she knew him as someone else back then...and they talk...and wonder what happens from there? ^^ Oh and I've begun writing the first chapter of another BTVS fic. Here's the summary, so tell me if you like. Buffy has left home to prove to her family that she can succeed in something. But she almost failed high school, dropped out of college, and can't get a 'good' job. So she rents a apartment, goes to college part time, manages to get a job, and many side jobs, but along the way she needs $ where a certain man named Spike comes in, as well as another man named Angel...who happens to be her boss. And if anyone reading this takes my ideas or elaborate from them, I will hunt you down and eat you...so beware...muahahaha. Seriously though, please don't...this is sssooo degrading, I am on my hands and knees begging you people not to steal my ideas...*sigh*))
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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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Spike picked up the phone, and pressed a button, "Yes, Wesley? Could you please have Elizabeth Johnson come into my office? Thanks a million."
A few minutes later Elizabeth Johnson strode into his office, walking a bit stiffly.
"Yes?"
Spike smiled at her, "I have a very important project for you," he began much to Elizabeth's dismay. "I need you to check out some of our competitor's clothes, and make some sketches of certain clothing that you find intriguing, and then come back and report to me."
Elizabeth nodded, and turned to leave.
"So you know where you're going luv?" Spike asked.
Elizabeth groaned, "Are you mocking me?" she demanded.
Spike placed his hands behind his head as she leaned back into his black leather armchair. "Oh no pet, never, I would never mock you, I'm just astonished at your hastiness to me, after all most women would die to bask in my presence."
Elizabeth glared him, "You're such a pig, now hurry up and tell me where I have to go."
"I'm hurt Bu...I mean Elizabeth," Spike found it extremely difficult to swallow, "The store is Bridges."
Elizabeth expected him to say more, and was surprised at his sudden silence. Pursing her lips she strode over to his desk, "By the way, I don't know who this Buffy girl was, but I'm Elizabeth...end of story." She walked out of his office without another glance.
Spike sighed, "Get a grip you git..." he muttered, scolding himself. In his mind, he believed that Buffy was dead, and would never come back, but in his heart he knew that she was still alive...and within his grasp. Elizabeth strode through the extremely expensive and upscale store called Bridges. It was one of those stores that sold only imported clothes...from London. She stopped at random shelves and racks of clothes, and browsed through them. Two salesladies watched her like a hawk, and with some contempt. Finally one of them approached her, "Are you interested in buying this?" the lady asked Elizabeth who was holding up a lovely cashmere sweater with buttons on the sides.
Elizabeth smiled, "Actually I'm looking at the moment, erm...could you please show me the way to the dressing rooms?"
The woman frowned slightly, and led Elizabeth back to the dressing rooms. Elizabeth set down a whole armful of clothes onto the wooden built in seat, and seated herself on the ground. She picked up each and every article of clothing, and sketched them into her sketchbook.
She finally came out in almost an hour. She looked at the ladies in surprise as they took the clothes from her, and began to ring them up. "There must be a mistake, I'm not buying all of these..." she began to say.
The lady smiled at her, "A very nice man came by and said that we were to ring them up for you, on him."
Elizabeth looked around, and spotted a familiar figure with his back to her. He was looking at some shoes it seemed. She marched up to him, and whirled him around, "It was you, wasn't it?" she asked accusingly.
Spike looked at her blankly as he held a rhinestone studded shoe in his hand, "What are you talking about?" he asked.
"You're the one who's paying for all those clothes...why are you even following me?" she asked angrily. Spike arched an eyebrow, "Now don't go flattering yourself pet, I just happened to be in the neighborhood and decided to check up on how you're doing, after all this is your first time."
Elizabeth frowned, that took away half of the insults she was going to throw at him, "Well then who's the one buying the clothes huh?"
"Oh that, whenever new comers do good jobs the company rewards them." Spike said casually as he put the shoe back, and picked another one up and began to look at it.
Elizabeth began to fume. She stomped back to the counter, and tried to take the clothes away from the women, "Give them to me! I'm NOT going to buy them!" The women had been warned that she'd probably try to do that, and they had been prepared.
Spike jogged over, and tossed a pair of silver shoes with silver buckles on them onto the pile, "Ring these up," he began, he grabbed a random shirt off the rack, and tossed them that to, "And this," he pulled a black skirt off the shelf, and tossed them that too. "And this." Then he then gathered a whole variety of shirts, sweaters, jackets, and scarves into his arm, and dumped them onto the counter too, "And these." He brushed his hands together, and raised an eyebrow at a glowering Elizabeth again.
"What's wrong with you pet?" he asked.
"You...you make me so mad!" she muttered hotly.
Spike shrugged, just then Elizabeth was showered with numerous red shopping bags. "Here you go ma'am."
Elizabeth, almost automatically, took them, and began to stagger out the door. Spike was already outside, leaning against his blue Jaguar, it seemed to be his favorite car, with the car's trunk open. Elizabeth glared at him, and began to stumble down the sidewalk, she almost fell over from the sheer weight and bulk of the bags, but found herself in a pair of strong and muscular arms.
She felt a slight blush creeping into her cheeks, but it disappeared when she found out it was Spike. "Let go." she commanded.
Spike reluctantly let her go, "You know, my car is right there pet...and there's plenty of room for me the clothes."
"I prefer walking." she replied, slightly miffed.
"I would agree, but it seems that you have a bit of a problem doing so," he replied smiling.
Elizabeth glared at him, and continued walking. Spike ran back into his car, and shut the trunk. He began to drive along the sidewalk by Elizabeth. He rolled the car window down, "Are you sure you don't need a ride?" he asked.
Elizabeth turned to face him, "You just don't take 'no' for an answer do you?"
Spike scrunched up his face as if he were thinking, "Umm...no."
Elizabeth scowled. She huffily opened the back door of his car, and tossed all of his bags in, and climbed into the passenger seat.
Spike smiled, and drove off. Elizabeth sat stiffly in her seat with her hand resting on the smooth leather arm rest that separated her and Spike's seat. Spike's hand slowly inched towards hers. Elizabeth looked at him surprise. Unhurried he picked up her hand, and looked at it, almost as if he was inspecting it. Then he pressed his hand against hers, his closed over hers, like two puzzle pieces...their hands fit...just perfectly. He closed his hand over hers, and entwined his fingers with hers.
Elizabeth watched him in shock. She really didn't know what to say. "Hmm...interesting, our hands fit almost perfectly..." Spike mused out loud. Finally she regained her senses, and snatched her hand back. She shoved her hands into the pockets of her coat, and scooted to the door.
Spike chuckled, and placing both hands on the steering wheel looked out at the road in front of him. Elizabeth stole a glance at him from the corner of her eyes. She saw him turn his head, and quickly turned so that it would've looked like she was looking out the window, but unfortunately for her she was much too close to the window, and hit the window rather hard. "Oh! Owwwww...." Elizabeth wailed as she rubbed her nose.
Spike almost instantly pulled the car over, and pulled her hands away from her face. "Let me see..." He looked over her nose, and ran his finger over it. 'It's so perfect...like someone sculpted her...' he thought to himself. Elizabeth watched him caress the sides of her face with wonder.
"Stop touching me." she snapped.
Spike slowly and lingeringly pulled away from her. "And please, don't touch me again for the rest of the ride. I came for a ride and a ride alone." Elizabeth added.
Spike sighed, and merged back onto the road. "Seriously I don't know who the hell you're moping over, but you really got to get over her," she continued.
Spike's hand clenched, "You can stop talking now," he said rather coldly.
Elizabeth stopped, all of the sudden her cell phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID, "Aidan?"
"Oh hey,"
....
"I had some sort of project to do,"
....
"Mmm...sure, I'll meet you there as soon as I get there okay?"
....
"Okay,"
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Elizabeth smiled into the phone, and hung up.
"Who was that?" Spike inquired.
Elizabeth smiled cheekily at him, "Aidan."
"Is Aidan a girl?" Spike asked.
Elizabeth glared at him, "NO, Aidan happens to be a BOY,"
"Your BOYfriend?"
Elizabeth sort of smiled to herself, and shrugged, "Sort of...well...not really..."
"Okay so he's not your boyfriend then."
"Well he sort of is...-"
"You're one helluva confusing girl pet."
"I don't really care Mr. Cornelius."
Spike winced, "Don't call me that, makes me feel like an old git. Call me Spike."
"Can't I call you William?"
"No," he scowled, "Don't call me that either. I still feel like a bloody ole' man. Call me Spike."
"How come Glory calls you William?"
"Because she's Glory."
"Do you like her?"
William pursed his lips, he really wasn't into Glory that way...but she was the next closest thing to Buffy right? But what about the girl next to him? She looked exactly like her...no one had Buffy's eyes...no one, but yet, this girl's eyes shined exactly the way Buffy's used to. He took in a deep breath of air. "Sort of." he finally replied glumly. "Talk about confusing," Elizabeth muttered. "So you like her or not? Because she sure seems to be head over heels over you."
Spike had to tense himself up to prevent himself from rolling his eyes. "Okay fine then, I don't like Glory."
Elizabeth nodded, "Then who do you like?" she asked.
Spike shrugged as they turned into the underground parking lot of the Global Fashions headquarters. "I'm surprised that you don't know," he said quietly, more to himself as he got out of the car. He tossed his keys to a valet, and helped Elizabeth and all of her shopping bags out. He gave the rest of the bags to Elizabeth before he branched off into another hallway to his office. He watched her walk away...so graceful despite the fact that she was trying not to topple over. The way her hair shined in the light...
Elizabeth walked away, she felt strange, and the weight of the bags weren't helping at all. She could still feel her that rush when she thought about the way he held her hand. Wait...what was she thinking? It wasn't her that the guy loved...it was that Buffy Summers girl, but how come he always looked right at her, and not through her...? Maybe he was psychotic to think that she was her...Buffy was dead and she wasn't. Shrugging she went into her office...but still, she couldn't help a tiny part of her wishing that she was this Buffy Summers girl...to have a man so devoted and loving. But she already had a guy like that...she had Aidan, but she had never felt that rush before with him...maybe it was because she knew him too well. Gritting her teeth together in frustration, Elizabeth began to sketch away.
((A/N: Oh and Shitaka, are you happy now?))