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, Shitaka, Cho-Freak-Dragon, and sPiKe- bUfFy-GuRl, Sweetbitter, Ruthie2, and ekmw511. Thanks for reviewing, sweeto3baybee, and backlash. And I hope that this chapter enables better reviews from you Shitaka. ^^ ))
((And I'm glad you understand Ruthie2))
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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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The sky was just starting to turn dark when Spike pulled up to the beach house. "You live here?" Elizabeth asked in surprise as he walked up the sandy ramp to the house.
Spike merely nodded.
"I came here once, with Aidan," Elizabeth continued, "And I saw this house...I thought it was the most beautiful house I had ever seen...and I wondered what sort of person lived here..."
Spike inserted the key into the lock, and looked at her. "Buffy and I used to come here all the time...she loved this place, and thought the exact same thing about the house..." He opened the door and let her in. "Remember to take off your shoes." he added bluntly.
Elizabeth obediently obeyed, and removed her black Tommy Hilfiger boots. She eyed the rows of various slippers, and watched Spike put on a random pair. Following his suit she chose a pair of white plain slippers. She followed him out into the spacious living room. Everything in the living room was covered over with white cloths. She watched him stride over what appeared to be a piano that was planted right by the glass wall. He threw the white sheet off the piano, and sat down on the white bench.
Elizabeth stood by the wall, and watched him curiously. He began to play a beautiful song...it sounded so familiar! Wait...wasn't this the song that she had heard when she first came to this beach? Without realizing it she realized that she was gazing at his back. All of the sudden Spike stopped playing. Elizabeth tensed...had he stopped because of her?
"I made that song up," he mused out loud, "Buffy loved that song, and I always hated playing this bloody piece of junk, but I would play it...just for her."
Elizabeth felt his words tugging at her heartstrings...she couldn't help but wonder how it felt to have someone love her that much.
Spike motioned for her to come over. Elizabeth slowly walked over, and seated herself on the piano bench next to him. "Put your hands over mine," he instructed.
Elizabeth pursed her lips, and hesitantly put her hands over hers. He began to play the song, her hands over his, as his floated over the keys. All of the sudden he stopped again. His blue eyes gazed into her emerald ones. Elizabeth sat there, frozen, and unable to look away.
"Can...can...can I hold you?" he asked quietly.
Elizabeth nodded, and closed her eyes as his arms wrapped her in their embrace. "I didn't even get to hold her before she died...I suppose that this is as close as I'll get..." he whispered into her ear. Elizabeth felt herself wrapping her arms around him as well. She flinched as something wet fell onto her head; then she realized that he was crying. Elizabeth didn't know why, but she felt tears rolling down her cheeks...crying for this man who was so hopelessly in love with a girl named Buffy who she just happened to look exactly like, well, according to him that is...crying because his love for her really was unconditional, and even though love was supposed to heal, it brought him pain...so much pain.
All of the sudden Elizabeth's way of thinking changed...he was just holding her...using her as a substitute for Buffy...right? She quickly pulled away, and dashed out the glass doors that led to the wrap around patio. Spike collapsed onto the piano bench crying...
Elizabeth leaned heavily against the wooden railing with her tear streaked face out against the ocean. The wind blew, making her tears freeze against her face. This wasn't her problem...then why did she feel so bad? Why did she feel pained? She wasn't this Buffy Summers girl...Aidan would've told her...right?
Spike watched Elizabeth from the piano...she was so beautiful. Then he remembered something. He quietly left the piano and went to his car, he retrieved his cell phone and ignoring all of the messages; he dialed a number.
"Mr. Summers?" ... "Yes, this is Spike," ... "I have something for you...I'll have my private jet waiting for you at the airport." ... "Yes...right now..." ... "You know I wouldn't call you down otherwise," ... "Thanks a million Mr. Summers," Spike hung up, and pressed one on his speed dial.
"Riley?" ... "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm down here at the beach house, and I need you to prepare my jet for Mr. Summers." ... "Don't know what I'd do without you mate."
Spike turned off his cell, and shoved it, along with his hands into his pockets. He watched Elizabeth from afar as the wind blew her hair all about her, and the serene look on her face as she watched the sunset. "Fuck this bloody shit..." he muttered as he walked inside.
"You can choose whatever room you want upstairs," Spike said as he joined her out in the cold night air. "You ought to go inside..."
Elizabeth shot him a look of sympathy that made him cringe...he didn't want that...he hadn't meant to cry in front of her. 'Damnit,' he thought to himself as Elizabeth quickly went inside, and upstairs.
Spike waited outside until he saw a pair of bright headlights coming toward the house. He hurried out, and helped Xander out. "Thanks for coming Mr. Summers,"
Xander smiled at Spike, and patted him on the back, "No problem Spike, now what is it that was so important?"
Spike ran his hand through his hand, "It can wait till morning...it's pretty late..." Xander nodded in agreement. Spike directed him to a bedroom upstairs, and retreated to his own bedroom.
Spike woke up early the next morning and prepared a simple breakfast of toast...he wasn't exactly a gourmet chef. Elizabeth came down not too long after him. She quietly nibbled on her toast in silence.
"Follow me..."
Elizabeth left her barely touched toast, and followed him up the stairs. She followed him up another flight of stairs that led to a dark, but not dusty attic...the place seemed to be well kept.
Spike leaned against a wall, and let Elizabeth explore the place on her own. Elizabeth slowly and carefully walked over to the opposing wall where there was a long wooden table with various things on it. She knelt down to get a better look at what seemed to be paper mache dolls. There was a swing set with two figures, a girl with blonde hair and blue eyes sitting in the swing with a boy with curly blonde hair behind her. Her eyes were averted to a framed picture of what she assumed was a young Buffy and a young Spike...both covered with sand, and huge grins on their faces.
She ran her fingers over the glass that the picture was placed behind. She then turned to the paper mache figures. She tentatively placed a single finger on the head of the figure with long blonde hair...afraid that she'd break it she quickly pulled her finger away. She then studied the other doll. She straightened up, and was about to walk away when she saw another picture. A much larger one...Elizabeth's eyes widened...it was like looking in a mirror. So Spike hadn't been exaggerating...she really DID look like Buffy. She swiftly turned away, and headed for the exit.
Spike glanced at the pictures, and dolls, and shaking his head left after her. Elizabeth and Spike had cleaned up by the time Xander came down. "Mornin...-" He never finished his sentence when he spotted Elizabeth. "B-b- buffy?" he whispered.
Elizabeth tried, but found that she didn't have the strength to shake her head. Spike found it hard to swallow, but quickly interjected. "This is Elizabeth Johnson...she does look like Buffy...doesn't she?"
Xander stumbled down the rest of the stairs, and plopped into a seat across from Elizabeth. "A-are you sure you're not Buffy?" he asked. His dark brown eyes told her that he really wanted her to say yes.
"This is Mr. Summers...Buffy's dad..." Spike said quietly.
Elizabeth found it hard to look at him. "I'm sorry that Buffy died..." she said. She mentally chided herself for not coming up with something better.
"No...no...it's not your fault...in a way...seeing you helps me...how she could've turned out..." Xander said slowly. Then he began to cry. "And I miss her s-so much..."
Elizabeth's lips began to tremble as she saw how much pain the man was in.
"May I...may I hold your hands...just for a little bit?" he asked.
Elizabeth nodded. Spike abruptly went outside...he couldn't stand this any longer. He faced the ocean, his back to a now crying Elizabeth and sobbing Xander who had his hands clasped over Elizabeth's and face down to the table. He looked over his shoulder, and felt something cold sliding down his cheek. 'This is a joke,' he thought, 'It's all a joke...she's Buffy...Buffy's not dead...damn it...what am I thinking...Buffy's...dead...'
Elizabeth looked at the hunched over figure who was now shaking. The pain and grief of all this was intoxicating...in a poison and painful way.
Xander placed a hand on the dozed off Spike who remained standing outside. "It's alright...I used to see her everywhere I went too...and you're right...she does look like Buffy...exactly like her...amazing how twisted fate can be eh?"
Spike glanced at Xander, "I suppose..." he replied quietly. "You sure you won't be leaving today?"
Xander nodded, "I got a few friends in town I really want to see, you can send the private jet to pick me up anytime thought," he added smiling sadly.
Spike didn't return the smile. He walked down to the car where Elizabeth was already sitting in the passenger seat...silently crying. This wasn't her fucking problem...but then why did she feel so bad?
Aidan tried calling Elizabeth again, and roared out in rage when he only got her voicemail again. "WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!" he yelled. Gnashing his teeth in anger he headed for the amusement park to work on the mural...painting always took his mind off of things.
Glory watched from another floor as Aidan began to mix up his paints. She briskly walked over to a soda machine, and inserted two dollar bills. Picking up the two cokes ((COCA COLA IS BETTER THAN PEPSI!!!!)) she made her way down to the scaffold.
"It's been a while hasn't it Angel?"
Aidan froze, and slowly turned around...almost hesitantly. "Glory..."
Glory smiled, "I brought you a coke, how about we sit, and catch up?"
His eyes widened for a second. He slowly climbed down, and followed Glory over to a bench. "So...how're things?" she asked.
"Fine." he replied.
Glory bit her lower lip, and tilting her head to the side, asked another question, "How...about Buffy? She's...dead isn't she?"
Aidan faced her, "No," he snapped back sharply.
Glory flared her nostrils, "Oh...is she okay?"
Aidan looked her in the eye, "Yes...but she doesn't remember a thing before the accident."
Glory winced at the mention of the accident, but then a new light spread across her face, "She...she doesn't remember anything?"
Aidan nodded slowly.
A slight panic filled Glory's eyes and voice, "And you won't tell her...right?"
Aidan licked his lips, "I don't know..."
Glory's breathing eased. "But I think I will...it's not fair to leave her out in the dark..."
"You can't." Glory said quickly.
"And why can't I?" Aidan asked.
"B...because you can't! Besides, you'll lose her then...she'll go back to Spike! She's with him right now you know..." Glory replied hastily.
Aidan dropped his unopened coke...she was right...he would lose her...
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, Sweetbitter, Ruthie2, and ekmw511. Thanks for reviewing, sweeto3baybee, and backlash. And I hope that this chapter enables better reviews from you Shitaka. ^^ ))
((And I'm glad you understand Ruthie2))
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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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The sky was just starting to turn dark when Spike pulled up to the beach house. "You live here?" Elizabeth asked in surprise as he walked up the sandy ramp to the house.
Spike merely nodded.
"I came here once, with Aidan," Elizabeth continued, "And I saw this house...I thought it was the most beautiful house I had ever seen...and I wondered what sort of person lived here..."
Spike inserted the key into the lock, and looked at her. "Buffy and I used to come here all the time...she loved this place, and thought the exact same thing about the house..." He opened the door and let her in. "Remember to take off your shoes." he added bluntly.
Elizabeth obediently obeyed, and removed her black Tommy Hilfiger boots. She eyed the rows of various slippers, and watched Spike put on a random pair. Following his suit she chose a pair of white plain slippers. She followed him out into the spacious living room. Everything in the living room was covered over with white cloths. She watched him stride over what appeared to be a piano that was planted right by the glass wall. He threw the white sheet off the piano, and sat down on the white bench.
Elizabeth stood by the wall, and watched him curiously. He began to play a beautiful song...it sounded so familiar! Wait...wasn't this the song that she had heard when she first came to this beach? Without realizing it she realized that she was gazing at his back. All of the sudden Spike stopped playing. Elizabeth tensed...had he stopped because of her?
"I made that song up," he mused out loud, "Buffy loved that song, and I always hated playing this bloody piece of junk, but I would play it...just for her."
Elizabeth felt his words tugging at her heartstrings...she couldn't help but wonder how it felt to have someone love her that much.
Spike motioned for her to come over. Elizabeth slowly walked over, and seated herself on the piano bench next to him. "Put your hands over mine," he instructed.
Elizabeth pursed her lips, and hesitantly put her hands over hers. He began to play the song, her hands over his, as his floated over the keys. All of the sudden he stopped again. His blue eyes gazed into her emerald ones. Elizabeth sat there, frozen, and unable to look away.
"Can...can...can I hold you?" he asked quietly.
Elizabeth nodded, and closed her eyes as his arms wrapped her in their embrace. "I didn't even get to hold her before she died...I suppose that this is as close as I'll get..." he whispered into her ear. Elizabeth felt herself wrapping her arms around him as well. She flinched as something wet fell onto her head; then she realized that he was crying. Elizabeth didn't know why, but she felt tears rolling down her cheeks...crying for this man who was so hopelessly in love with a girl named Buffy who she just happened to look exactly like, well, according to him that is...crying because his love for her really was unconditional, and even though love was supposed to heal, it brought him pain...so much pain.
All of the sudden Elizabeth's way of thinking changed...he was just holding her...using her as a substitute for Buffy...right? She quickly pulled away, and dashed out the glass doors that led to the wrap around patio. Spike collapsed onto the piano bench crying...
Elizabeth leaned heavily against the wooden railing with her tear streaked face out against the ocean. The wind blew, making her tears freeze against her face. This wasn't her problem...then why did she feel so bad? Why did she feel pained? She wasn't this Buffy Summers girl...Aidan would've told her...right?
Spike watched Elizabeth from the piano...she was so beautiful. Then he remembered something. He quietly left the piano and went to his car, he retrieved his cell phone and ignoring all of the messages; he dialed a number.
"Mr. Summers?" ... "Yes, this is Spike," ... "I have something for you...I'll have my private jet waiting for you at the airport." ... "Yes...right now..." ... "You know I wouldn't call you down otherwise," ... "Thanks a million Mr. Summers," Spike hung up, and pressed one on his speed dial.
"Riley?" ... "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm down here at the beach house, and I need you to prepare my jet for Mr. Summers." ... "Don't know what I'd do without you mate."
Spike turned off his cell, and shoved it, along with his hands into his pockets. He watched Elizabeth from afar as the wind blew her hair all about her, and the serene look on her face as she watched the sunset. "Fuck this bloody shit..." he muttered as he walked inside.
"You can choose whatever room you want upstairs," Spike said as he joined her out in the cold night air. "You ought to go inside..."
Elizabeth shot him a look of sympathy that made him cringe...he didn't want that...he hadn't meant to cry in front of her. 'Damnit,' he thought to himself as Elizabeth quickly went inside, and upstairs.
Spike waited outside until he saw a pair of bright headlights coming toward the house. He hurried out, and helped Xander out. "Thanks for coming Mr. Summers,"
Xander smiled at Spike, and patted him on the back, "No problem Spike, now what is it that was so important?"
Spike ran his hand through his hand, "It can wait till morning...it's pretty late..." Xander nodded in agreement. Spike directed him to a bedroom upstairs, and retreated to his own bedroom.
Spike woke up early the next morning and prepared a simple breakfast of toast...he wasn't exactly a gourmet chef. Elizabeth came down not too long after him. She quietly nibbled on her toast in silence.
"Follow me..."
Elizabeth left her barely touched toast, and followed him up the stairs. She followed him up another flight of stairs that led to a dark, but not dusty attic...the place seemed to be well kept.
Spike leaned against a wall, and let Elizabeth explore the place on her own. Elizabeth slowly and carefully walked over to the opposing wall where there was a long wooden table with various things on it. She knelt down to get a better look at what seemed to be paper mache dolls. There was a swing set with two figures, a girl with blonde hair and blue eyes sitting in the swing with a boy with curly blonde hair behind her. Her eyes were averted to a framed picture of what she assumed was a young Buffy and a young Spike...both covered with sand, and huge grins on their faces.
She ran her fingers over the glass that the picture was placed behind. She then turned to the paper mache figures. She tentatively placed a single finger on the head of the figure with long blonde hair...afraid that she'd break it she quickly pulled her finger away. She then studied the other doll. She straightened up, and was about to walk away when she saw another picture. A much larger one...Elizabeth's eyes widened...it was like looking in a mirror. So Spike hadn't been exaggerating...she really DID look like Buffy. She swiftly turned away, and headed for the exit.
Spike glanced at the pictures, and dolls, and shaking his head left after her. Elizabeth and Spike had cleaned up by the time Xander came down. "Mornin...-" He never finished his sentence when he spotted Elizabeth. "B-b- buffy?" he whispered.
Elizabeth tried, but found that she didn't have the strength to shake her head. Spike found it hard to swallow, but quickly interjected. "This is Elizabeth Johnson...she does look like Buffy...doesn't she?"
Xander stumbled down the rest of the stairs, and plopped into a seat across from Elizabeth. "A-are you sure you're not Buffy?" he asked. His dark brown eyes told her that he really wanted her to say yes.
"This is Mr. Summers...Buffy's dad..." Spike said quietly.
Elizabeth found it hard to look at him. "I'm sorry that Buffy died..." she said. She mentally chided herself for not coming up with something better.
"No...no...it's not your fault...in a way...seeing you helps me...how she could've turned out..." Xander said slowly. Then he began to cry. "And I miss her s-so much..."
Elizabeth's lips began to tremble as she saw how much pain the man was in.
"May I...may I hold your hands...just for a little bit?" he asked.
Elizabeth nodded. Spike abruptly went outside...he couldn't stand this any longer. He faced the ocean, his back to a now crying Elizabeth and sobbing Xander who had his hands clasped over Elizabeth's and face down to the table. He looked over his shoulder, and felt something cold sliding down his cheek. 'This is a joke,' he thought, 'It's all a joke...she's Buffy...Buffy's not dead...damn it...what am I thinking...Buffy's...dead...'
Elizabeth looked at the hunched over figure who was now shaking. The pain and grief of all this was intoxicating...in a poison and painful way.
Xander placed a hand on the dozed off Spike who remained standing outside. "It's alright...I used to see her everywhere I went too...and you're right...she does look like Buffy...exactly like her...amazing how twisted fate can be eh?"
Spike glanced at Xander, "I suppose..." he replied quietly. "You sure you won't be leaving today?"
Xander nodded, "I got a few friends in town I really want to see, you can send the private jet to pick me up anytime thought," he added smiling sadly.
Spike didn't return the smile. He walked down to the car where Elizabeth was already sitting in the passenger seat...silently crying. This wasn't her fucking problem...but then why did she feel so bad?
Aidan tried calling Elizabeth again, and roared out in rage when he only got her voicemail again. "WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!" he yelled. Gnashing his teeth in anger he headed for the amusement park to work on the mural...painting always took his mind off of things.
Glory watched from another floor as Aidan began to mix up his paints. She briskly walked over to a soda machine, and inserted two dollar bills. Picking up the two cokes ((COCA COLA IS BETTER THAN PEPSI!!!!)) she made her way down to the scaffold.
"It's been a while hasn't it Angel?"
Aidan froze, and slowly turned around...almost hesitantly. "Glory..."
Glory smiled, "I brought you a coke, how about we sit, and catch up?"
His eyes widened for a second. He slowly climbed down, and followed Glory over to a bench. "So...how're things?" she asked.
"Fine." he replied.
Glory bit her lower lip, and tilting her head to the side, asked another question, "How...about Buffy? She's...dead isn't she?"
Aidan faced her, "No," he snapped back sharply.
Glory flared her nostrils, "Oh...is she okay?"
Aidan looked her in the eye, "Yes...but she doesn't remember a thing before the accident."
Glory winced at the mention of the accident, but then a new light spread across her face, "She...she doesn't remember anything?"
Aidan nodded slowly.
A slight panic filled Glory's eyes and voice, "And you won't tell her...right?"
Aidan licked his lips, "I don't know..."
Glory's breathing eased. "But I think I will...it's not fair to leave her out in the dark..."
"You can't." Glory said quickly.
"And why can't I?" Aidan asked.
"B...because you can't! Besides, you'll lose her then...she'll go back to Spike! She's with him right now you know..." Glory replied hastily.
Aidan dropped his unopened coke...she was right...he would lose her...