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, Shitaka, Cho-Freak-Dragon, and sPiKe- bUfFy-GuRl, and Courtney. I am glad you all hate the idea of Glory and Spike being together. ^^ Hmm...shall I reveal to you all how Buffy is going to get her memory back? Okay...will not include pictures, letters or someone telling her. Let's just say there will be a little 'help' from Glory...hehehe. Thanks for reviewing, sarcasticlilchick, Ruthie2, Theresa, stacy, ekmw511, and BunnyKat.))
((A/N: By the way...sorry about not updating...maybe I shouldn't have taken that AP European History Class...))
((Oh and Ruthie2, to answer your question in an earlier chapter, sorry too lazy to be specific, they had a fight over this, and Elizabeth/Buffy feeling as if she was in debt to them for taking care of her after the 'fire,' ended up of course believing him and apologizing for doubting him. Hope you understand. ^^))
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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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Aidan waited patiently for Elizabeth to show up. His eyes scanned the large moving mass of people below. Then he saw her. "Elizabeth!" he yelled. He waved his arms vigorously.
Elizabeth looked up and smiled, "Aidan!" she yelled back in reply. She mockingly waved her arms back. She ran up to the platform where Aidan stood, "Wow, I think that this is going to be your best work yet," she commented as she inspected what Aidan had painted. There wasn't much, but there was most of a male's beautiful and elegant face. The face looked almost feminine, but just masculine enough. She quickly climbed up and ran her fingers over the painting.
"Hey! That might not be dry!" Aidan yelped as he pulled her hand away. The force of Aidan's pull whirled her around until she was facing him. He smiled down at Elizabeth as she smiled back widely. He took her hand, and hugged her...Elizabeth couldn't help but remember how Spike's hand had fit perfectly over hers.
Aidan quickly carried the hot ramen over to the table. "Ouch, be careful of your fingers Liz." Aidan stuck his fork into the bowl of ramen, and began slurping and chomping away.
Elizabeth watched him eat, and tried not to laugh. Smiling to herself she began to eat hers too.
The next days passed by rather uneventful except for the fact that Spike always seemed to be popping out of nowhere, offering her rides, and what- not. She had to admit, she really did get tired of it sometimes.
Elizabeth made her way up to her desk. As soon as she sat down Wesley came up, "Hey there Liz," he said in friendly greeting as he came by and sat on her desk.
Elizabeth smiled back, "Hey Wesley," she replied as she put away and pulled out some folders.
Wesley rubbed his chin, "By the way...the boss wants to see you."
Elizabeth groaned, "See you later," she said crisply.
Glory's eyes narrowed into slits as she eavesdropped onto the conversation. As soon as Elizabeth left she walked over to Wesley's desk. "Where did Elizabeth go?" she asked innocently.
Wesley looked up at Glory, he like most of the other men regarded Glory as extremely sexy, but off limits, but lately he and the other men had been getting the impression that Spike was interested in another, and unfortunately he had gotten interested in another woman before Glory had become labeled as 'available.' He raised an eyebrow, "Why?" he inquired.
"I'm just curious," she replied.
"Oh, she went to go see Spike," he said in a matter-of-factly way.
"What?!" Glory demanded, almost shrieking.
"Well more like, he wanted to see her..." Wesley quickly added almost fearfully.
Glory's face scrunched up into one of anger as she went stomping out of the room. Elizabeth entered his office after giving a quick smile to Riley. "You wanted to see me?" she asked.
Spike had been standing with his back to her, and looking out the large window. He withdrew his hands from his pocket, and turned around, "As a matter of fact, I did," He straightened the collar of his white shirt, and walked to the door, "Are you coming pet?"
Elizabeth scowled, and followed him. He and Elizabeth entered the elevator just as Glory came running out of his empty office. "Wait!" she yelled as the elevator closed. "ERGH!" she roared as she swung open the door to the stairs, and began running down the twenty some flights in stilettos. She arrived at the elevator just as the doors were opening.
Spike smiled, "Glory! Nice to see you luv, I suppose that you'll be going to work now? Here take this elevator." Spike grabbed her the shoulders, and pushed her into the elevators. He pressed the 'close' button; he gave a playful wave, "See you later Glory."
"SPIKE!!" Glory shrieked as the elevator doors closed.
"That was really mean of you," Elizabeth commented as he led her down to the underground parking lot.
"Oh really? How so?" Spike asked as he glanced sideways at her.
"Well first of all, it seemed that she had something really important to tell you..." she began.
Spike laughed, "Admit it, it was funny."
Elizabeth stopped walking, and eyed him suspiciously. For a second Spike was afraid that he said something wrong, but his anger evaporated when he saw her face break into a wide grin, and her emerald eyes sparkle. "Okay fine you pig, it was funny."
Spike chuckled, and opened the car door for her. Elizabeth glared at him jokingly, and got in. Smiling he started the engine to his blue Jaguar and began to drive away just as Glory ran to the underground parking lot. "SPIKE!" she screamed, "You are so dead," she grumbled as she stomped back to the building.
Elizabeth and Spike drove in silence, a grave look had crossed his face, and Elizabeth sat stiffly. All of the sudden she felt someone take her hand. She looked at Spike in surprise, "What are you doing?" she asked as he clasped his hand over hers, and inspected her hands.
"Nothing," he replied.
Elizabeth quickly withdrew her hand, "Don't do it from now on..." she warned.
A stormy look washed over Spike. "Where are we going anyways?" Elizabeth asked.
"Somewhere," Spike replied monotonously. "You know, Buffy was beautiful," he began. Elizabeth shifted a bit uncomfortably in her seat. "She had the silkiest and shiniest hair ever. When I ran my hand through her hair, it fell between my fingers...like water. But the best part about her was her eyes...they were like emeralds..."
"You really should get over her," Elizabeth interjected coldly. "She's dead, and from what I've heard she's been dead for over a year now."
"That doesn't matter," he growled angrily. "I still love her. And you just happen to be the soddin' image of her."
"I'm NOT Buffy," Elizabeth snapped back.
"How do you know that?" Spike demanded. Elizabeth was about to yell something back when all of the sudden Spike pressed the 'play' button of the tape player. There was some crackling noise, and then a voice.
(( These are only 'key' parts from the tape...))
"Hey Buffy...it's me Spike. I'm in your room right now, I really wanted to see you before I left, but I guess I won't be able to...it'll be six years until I get to see you again..."
Elizabeth glanced at Spike who was now totally focused on driving. He didn't even look at her.
"* slight chuckle * I know this sounds stupid, and I know that we're only 14...but I think I love you Buffy..."
A strange noise emitted from Spike's throat, who hastily cleared his throat again.
"...No one makes me as happy as you do, even if it's only a picture of you, I feel happy. I really don't know if I'm going to be able to last over there in England without you Buff. I'll wait for you, and I'll think of you everyday...you'll wait for me too right? Remember this poem Buffy? 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. That's us Buffy...we'll find each other, no matter what. And even if you don't wait, I'll run after you you know...Please come to the airport before I go Buffy...please...I love you..."
There was some more crackling noises, and then a girl's voice came on, "Spike...I...I love you too..." There was some sniffling, and the faint sound of Spike's voice in the background, and then the tape ended.
Spike turned it off, "Hmph...yeah...love will always find away...love sure as hell does come back doesn't it?" he yelled. Elizabeth looked at him fearfully, shocked by his sudden outburst.
Spike was immediately his old self. They said nothing to each other as they drove to the airport, and got onto his private jet. They said nothing to each other as they drove away to their destination in his silver Porsche. Finally he spoke. "That tape...was my gift to Buffy before I left for England...but she gave it back...it's bloody surprising how that one soddin' phrase can make you feel..."
Elizabeth's cell phone rang. She was about to answer it, but Spike grabbed it from her, and took out the battery.
"Hey! That was MY phone," Buffy yelled angrily.
Spike said nothing, and continued driving.
Aidan looked at his phone as if it were broken. "Damn it. Where the hell are you Elizabeth?"
Glory dialed Spike's number, the work day was over, and he STILL hadn't arrived with that Elizabeth girl.
Spike's cell phone rang. He immediately turned it off, and tossed it into the back seat.
Glory glared at the phone.
"What's wrong?" Darla asked as she set down a cup of coffee for Glory.
"Mom...there's something I have to tell you..." Glory began. She proceeded to tell Darla all about Buffy and how she was now Elizabeth and didn't remember a thing. She also added how Angel was the one painting the mural.
"You're sure she didn't recognize you?" Darla asked worried.
"I'm positive," Glory replied. "And tomorrow, I'm going to have a little talk with Angel..."
Darla smiled at her daughter, "Yes...I knew you'd turn out good. I trained you well," she stroked her daughter's cheek.
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, Shitaka, Cho-Freak-Dragon, and sPiKe- bUfFy-GuRl, and Courtney. I am glad you all hate the idea of Glory and Spike being together. ^^ Hmm...shall I reveal to you all how Buffy is going to get her memory back? Okay...will not include pictures, letters or someone telling her. Let's just say there will be a little 'help' from Glory...hehehe. Thanks for reviewing, sarcasticlilchick, Ruthie2, Theresa, stacy, ekmw511, and BunnyKat.))
((A/N: By the way...sorry about not updating...maybe I shouldn't have taken that AP European History Class...))
((Oh and Ruthie2, to answer your question in an earlier chapter, sorry too lazy to be specific, they had a fight over this, and Elizabeth/Buffy feeling as if she was in debt to them for taking care of her after the 'fire,' ended up of course believing him and apologizing for doubting him. Hope you understand. ^^))
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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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Aidan waited patiently for Elizabeth to show up. His eyes scanned the large moving mass of people below. Then he saw her. "Elizabeth!" he yelled. He waved his arms vigorously.
Elizabeth looked up and smiled, "Aidan!" she yelled back in reply. She mockingly waved her arms back. She ran up to the platform where Aidan stood, "Wow, I think that this is going to be your best work yet," she commented as she inspected what Aidan had painted. There wasn't much, but there was most of a male's beautiful and elegant face. The face looked almost feminine, but just masculine enough. She quickly climbed up and ran her fingers over the painting.
"Hey! That might not be dry!" Aidan yelped as he pulled her hand away. The force of Aidan's pull whirled her around until she was facing him. He smiled down at Elizabeth as she smiled back widely. He took her hand, and hugged her...Elizabeth couldn't help but remember how Spike's hand had fit perfectly over hers.
Aidan quickly carried the hot ramen over to the table. "Ouch, be careful of your fingers Liz." Aidan stuck his fork into the bowl of ramen, and began slurping and chomping away.
Elizabeth watched him eat, and tried not to laugh. Smiling to herself she began to eat hers too.
The next days passed by rather uneventful except for the fact that Spike always seemed to be popping out of nowhere, offering her rides, and what- not. She had to admit, she really did get tired of it sometimes.
Elizabeth made her way up to her desk. As soon as she sat down Wesley came up, "Hey there Liz," he said in friendly greeting as he came by and sat on her desk.
Elizabeth smiled back, "Hey Wesley," she replied as she put away and pulled out some folders.
Wesley rubbed his chin, "By the way...the boss wants to see you."
Elizabeth groaned, "See you later," she said crisply.
Glory's eyes narrowed into slits as she eavesdropped onto the conversation. As soon as Elizabeth left she walked over to Wesley's desk. "Where did Elizabeth go?" she asked innocently.
Wesley looked up at Glory, he like most of the other men regarded Glory as extremely sexy, but off limits, but lately he and the other men had been getting the impression that Spike was interested in another, and unfortunately he had gotten interested in another woman before Glory had become labeled as 'available.' He raised an eyebrow, "Why?" he inquired.
"I'm just curious," she replied.
"Oh, she went to go see Spike," he said in a matter-of-factly way.
"What?!" Glory demanded, almost shrieking.
"Well more like, he wanted to see her..." Wesley quickly added almost fearfully.
Glory's face scrunched up into one of anger as she went stomping out of the room. Elizabeth entered his office after giving a quick smile to Riley. "You wanted to see me?" she asked.
Spike had been standing with his back to her, and looking out the large window. He withdrew his hands from his pocket, and turned around, "As a matter of fact, I did," He straightened the collar of his white shirt, and walked to the door, "Are you coming pet?"
Elizabeth scowled, and followed him. He and Elizabeth entered the elevator just as Glory came running out of his empty office. "Wait!" she yelled as the elevator closed. "ERGH!" she roared as she swung open the door to the stairs, and began running down the twenty some flights in stilettos. She arrived at the elevator just as the doors were opening.
Spike smiled, "Glory! Nice to see you luv, I suppose that you'll be going to work now? Here take this elevator." Spike grabbed her the shoulders, and pushed her into the elevators. He pressed the 'close' button; he gave a playful wave, "See you later Glory."
"SPIKE!!" Glory shrieked as the elevator doors closed.
"That was really mean of you," Elizabeth commented as he led her down to the underground parking lot.
"Oh really? How so?" Spike asked as he glanced sideways at her.
"Well first of all, it seemed that she had something really important to tell you..." she began.
Spike laughed, "Admit it, it was funny."
Elizabeth stopped walking, and eyed him suspiciously. For a second Spike was afraid that he said something wrong, but his anger evaporated when he saw her face break into a wide grin, and her emerald eyes sparkle. "Okay fine you pig, it was funny."
Spike chuckled, and opened the car door for her. Elizabeth glared at him jokingly, and got in. Smiling he started the engine to his blue Jaguar and began to drive away just as Glory ran to the underground parking lot. "SPIKE!" she screamed, "You are so dead," she grumbled as she stomped back to the building.
Elizabeth and Spike drove in silence, a grave look had crossed his face, and Elizabeth sat stiffly. All of the sudden she felt someone take her hand. She looked at Spike in surprise, "What are you doing?" she asked as he clasped his hand over hers, and inspected her hands.
"Nothing," he replied.
Elizabeth quickly withdrew her hand, "Don't do it from now on..." she warned.
A stormy look washed over Spike. "Where are we going anyways?" Elizabeth asked.
"Somewhere," Spike replied monotonously. "You know, Buffy was beautiful," he began. Elizabeth shifted a bit uncomfortably in her seat. "She had the silkiest and shiniest hair ever. When I ran my hand through her hair, it fell between my fingers...like water. But the best part about her was her eyes...they were like emeralds..."
"You really should get over her," Elizabeth interjected coldly. "She's dead, and from what I've heard she's been dead for over a year now."
"That doesn't matter," he growled angrily. "I still love her. And you just happen to be the soddin' image of her."
"I'm NOT Buffy," Elizabeth snapped back.
"How do you know that?" Spike demanded. Elizabeth was about to yell something back when all of the sudden Spike pressed the 'play' button of the tape player. There was some crackling noise, and then a voice.
(( These are only 'key' parts from the tape...))
"Hey Buffy...it's me Spike. I'm in your room right now, I really wanted to see you before I left, but I guess I won't be able to...it'll be six years until I get to see you again..."
Elizabeth glanced at Spike who was now totally focused on driving. He didn't even look at her.
"* slight chuckle * I know this sounds stupid, and I know that we're only 14...but I think I love you Buffy..."
A strange noise emitted from Spike's throat, who hastily cleared his throat again.
"...No one makes me as happy as you do, even if it's only a picture of you, I feel happy. I really don't know if I'm going to be able to last over there in England without you Buff. I'll wait for you, and I'll think of you everyday...you'll wait for me too right? Remember this poem Buffy? 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. That's us Buffy...we'll find each other, no matter what. And even if you don't wait, I'll run after you you know...Please come to the airport before I go Buffy...please...I love you..."
There was some more crackling noises, and then a girl's voice came on, "Spike...I...I love you too..." There was some sniffling, and the faint sound of Spike's voice in the background, and then the tape ended.
Spike turned it off, "Hmph...yeah...love will always find away...love sure as hell does come back doesn't it?" he yelled. Elizabeth looked at him fearfully, shocked by his sudden outburst.
Spike was immediately his old self. They said nothing to each other as they drove to the airport, and got onto his private jet. They said nothing to each other as they drove away to their destination in his silver Porsche. Finally he spoke. "That tape...was my gift to Buffy before I left for England...but she gave it back...it's bloody surprising how that one soddin' phrase can make you feel..."
Elizabeth's cell phone rang. She was about to answer it, but Spike grabbed it from her, and took out the battery.
"Hey! That was MY phone," Buffy yelled angrily.
Spike said nothing, and continued driving.
Aidan looked at his phone as if it were broken. "Damn it. Where the hell are you Elizabeth?"
Glory dialed Spike's number, the work day was over, and he STILL hadn't arrived with that Elizabeth girl.
Spike's cell phone rang. He immediately turned it off, and tossed it into the back seat.
Glory glared at the phone.
"What's wrong?" Darla asked as she set down a cup of coffee for Glory.
"Mom...there's something I have to tell you..." Glory began. She proceeded to tell Darla all about Buffy and how she was now Elizabeth and didn't remember a thing. She also added how Angel was the one painting the mural.
"You're sure she didn't recognize you?" Darla asked worried.
"I'm positive," Glory replied. "And tomorrow, I'm going to have a little talk with Angel..."
Darla smiled at her daughter, "Yes...I knew you'd turn out good. I trained you well," she stroked her daughter's cheek.