Disclaimer: Again, I don't own anything. If only I did.*sighs* But for now
I'll be happy with my pretty muse named Spike. *grins* He's exactly like
me.only male and good looking! Anyways, getting off track. I've asked Joss
if I could own them but he selfishly said no. (Actually, I never talked to
Joss; if I did I'd praise him for the brilliance he thought of in that head
of his.) But I do own one thing. The Plot. That's it.
A/N: Awww you like me! Hehe, Well thanks for the reviews hopefully I'll get more soon. I didn't even think I'd get any. But to answer and thank those that did review:
Chris: I really liked "A Walk to Remember" its sad you didn't but everyone has different tastes. You're right, I did say this isn't going to be like the movie and right now its sits on the fence. I got the basic bad boy falling for the good girl idea from the movie but that's about it. I appreciate the fact that you think it's a great idea and a good plot its things like that that encourage me to write more. So thanks ^_^
Tinkerbell42: I'm glad you like what I've done so far. Thanks. I loved the movie too but like I said before its not going to be exactly like the movie because I don't think that it'd work completely. I hope you like the next chapter.
IceBlueRose: YOU'D BETTER UPDATE MISSY! I've done it.you're turn! But yeah, we room together so there's no point to this.
"Well, Mr. Giles, since this is your first offense I'm glad we've gotten you now before you could do anything worse. Because you were the individual that not only bought the beer, but you were the one that gave it to everyone else.you are the one getting in trouble. Do you understand me?" Judge Copeland asked. Spike sighed as Anya stood next to him in the juvenile court. He couldn't believe it! He was eighteen and they were all upset about a few cases of beer! Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by Anya's jab into his arm. He cleared his throat.
"Uh.yes sir. I do understand and I'm willing to accept any punishment that you see fit." The judge smiled and sat back in his chair.
"Now that's what I want to hear Mr. Giles and I'm sure you'll agree that the punishment given to you is justified. So, starting as of three-o- clock this afternoon you are to help the Big Brothers, Big Sisters Foundation and you will become a big brother to a young man named Conner Johnson." Spike suppressed his groan as Judge Copeland continued, "You will also participate in the tutoring service your school has in helping the younger students in the middle schools around the city. Each week you will report to a Mrs. Joyce Summers, she's the one that runs both the places I'm sending you to; that is Big Brothers, Big Sisters as well as the tutoring, and she will report to me. Do you understand this Mr. Giles?"
"Yeah, I bloody do." Spike mumbled.
"What was that Mr. Giles?"
"Uh, yes sir.I understand completely." Spike replied, forcing the smile on his face. A slow smile came to Judge Copeland's face and he quickly set down his pen and took off his glasses to look directly at Spike.
"You know Mr. Giles, I see a lot of teenagers like yourself each and every day and sometimes I lose hope in them but you Mr. Giles, you've restored my faith in most teenagers. I think that if you can do a complete turn around then maybe just maybe, my job as judge is being fulfilled. Best of luck to you Mr. Giles.case dismissed." With that Judge Copeland lightly hit his gavel on the desk and as everyone stood up as he left Spike gave the window to the outside a last look as he sighed.
"Goodbye life. 'Ello hell." He muttered, following closely behind Anya. Walking into the lobby Spike pulled out his cell phone, ready to call his friends and let them know what hell he was really in but before he could make the call, Anya took the cell away from him.
"Your father and I have decided that you're not going to have your phone and until we decide on other things, you're not going to have your Jeep."
"What are you talking about? I'm going to need it to get to these idiotic things that nancy boy of a judge sentenced me to!"
"Well you're just going to have to get a ride from me, ride the bus, or you're going to have to get a ride from Angel and I mean Angel only."
"You mean to tell me that none of my other friends can give me a ride?" Anya turned towards him, putting the phone in her purse.
"That's exactly what I'm telling you William. You screwed up this time and I'm not going to be here to allow you to just use me to do you're punishment. You need to learn that you're not all that and for once you're going to treat me with the respect I deserve." Spike scowled.
"Why should I? You're not my bloody Mum." He turned and began to storm off.
"No Spike, you're right. I'm not. Your mom ran out on you and your father when you were barely one year old and since then your father has had to raise you." Spike stopped.
"You're right Anya, she was a bitch of a Mum and guess what, I don't care."
"Spike, look. When I met your father and then I met you. I fell in love with both of you. You were the son that I could never have, and I didn't just marry your father to make you're life miserable Spike.I married him to help you. Now, come on, we have just enough time for you to get something to eat and then I'll drop you off at the Big Brothers, Big Sisters complex where you'll meet with Mrs. Summers." Leave it to Anya to make him feel like shit.
"Alright, fine. Let's just get this over with." Spike mumbled, climbing into Anya's car. Anya sighed as she climbed into the car. Glancing once more towards Spike she shook her head and put the key into the ignition. Slowly they pulled out of the Metropolitan Court House parking lot and as they slowly drove off, Spike gazed out the window and rolled his eyes as he passed by his friends who were piling out of their car and walking into the local pizza hang out. Angel had seen him and gave him a wave as they passed by. Spike merely raised his hand to say hello to them and he watched as Drusilla looked after Angel's gaze and stared after Spike. Suddenly Zach came up behind Dru, wrapped his arm around her and kissed her hard on the mouth. Spike sat up, glaring towards Zach who, after his kiss, grinned towards Spike and mouthed, 'Your loss'. Clenching his fist, Spike used all his control to keep from hitting something. As they got further from the hang out, Spike's fist loosened. Finally, they pulled into the driveway and before Anya could say a word, Spike was out of the car, slamming the door he walked up into the house and up to his room he collapsed on his bed.
"This is bloody hell. I'm in hell."
"Spike. Spike come on wake up." Anya shook him lightly, trying to get Spike to awaken from his deep sleep. Finally, a groan emerged from the bleached blonde young man.
"Mum, its two-thirty, I plan on sleeping at least another four hours." He mumbled. Anya shook her head as she kneeled down to his eye level.
"I don't think so Spike, you have Big Brothers and Sisters. Come on, up you go." Anya pulled the covers off of Spike as he clenched his eyes, trying to keep from having to get up. With a groan, he felt Anya moving to the other side of his bed and the next thing he knew, he was flat on his ass in the middle of his room. Looking around, he winced as he caught Anya in the way of the light, but some escaped around her small figure.
"Damn it all to hell."
"Don't be using that language in this house young man. Now, I suggest you get up and get showered because I'm not letting you miss your first day." Anya replied as she brushed her hands off and threw a towel towards a disgruntled, mumbling Spike. "Get up now." With that, Anya pushed the rest of the curtains open and Spike tried covering his eyes with his towel. Starting to lay back down he was suddenly pushed up.
"What the mot-"
"Yes, I'm your step mother. Now I'm going to be evil, get up!" Spike looked up towards Anya and swore inside. Slowly he got to his feet and scratching his head lightly with one hand, he rubbed his eyes with the other.
"Fine, I'm getting up now. You bloody happy woman?"
"Yes, I'm very happy. But I suggest that you get into that shower before I smack you across the head for even daring to try and call me woman. Now, get!" Spike grumbled under his breath and slowly made his way towards the shower. It wasn't until Anya gave him a swift kick in the butt that he moved quicker. Minutes later he emerged from the shower, a loose towel around his waist as the water dripped from his hair to his body and slowly slid down. Walking to his dresser he placed the silver necklace around his neck once more and with a soft kiss to it, he let it rest against his chest. Slowly he leaned down and smiled as he picked up familiar photo. There in front of him was a nine year old Spike with a nine year old Angel and their dads on their annual fishing trip. That annual trip had slowly disappeared as Rupert Giles had gotten richer and richer. He had gotten busier and busier every day. Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months and months, made the years disappear. Tossing the photo to the side, Spike refused to show any emotion. Quickly he got dressed and headed downstairs.
Buffy Summers sighed as she waited outside the school gymnasium. He was late. On his first day he was late. Her mom wouldn't care but she sure did. How dare he leave these kids waiting! It was his fault he had to do this. The least he could've done was been on time. Crossing her arms she paced back and forth slowly. It annoyed her. She couldn't tell exactly what about Spike Giles bothered him but it did. Maybe it was his platinum blonde hair. There was no way that was a normal hair color! Or maybe it was because he treated her faith like a big joke. Yes. That had to be it. Having grown up with parents who were devoted to their religion, Buffy never really wanted to be anything more than a part of that. Maybe that was why Spike, what a silly nickname, but maybe that was why he annoyed her. Sighing, she knew that she should try and accept him for who he was but she wanted so badly to change him. Hopefully she'd be able to grab a hold of the real him inside. Then she'd definitely be able to rea-
"Buffy? Hello? Earth to Buffy?" A hand waved in front of her. As Buffy shook the thoughts from her head, she turned to meet the emerald green gaze of her best friend Willow Rosenberg. A smile immediately appeared on Buffy's face.
"Oh sorry Willow, I was just thinking. You know me, I start thinking and I go off."
"Yeah, you go off to your lala-everything is wonderful-land. It's a wonder I can even get through to you now-a-days!" Willow slowly smiled and hooking arms with Buffy she began to start pacing with her. "Now, tell Willow whats wrong."
"Nothings wrong." Willow turned to Buffy and looked skeptic. "Honest. Nothing. I promise, nothing wrong in Buffy-land."
"All right. But only if you're completely sure that you're okay."
"I'm fine. I'm just, annoyed okay?" Willow's brow furrowed.
"Annoyed? At who?"
"Spike." Buffy said, with a matter-of-fact answer. Willow looked confused so Buffy continued, "First of all, on Sunday he called be bible- hugging! What's that supposed to mean? And then to top it off he got himself in trouble on the night of homecoming so for the next, I'm going to say months, I have to help him out so he can get used to being a 'Big Brother'." Willow's eyes widened.
"Oh. So you're afraid you're going to tell him how you feel?" Buffy's gaze snapped up towards Willow.
"What do you mean how I feel?"
"Well, I mean. I-I was just trying to." Willow stopped. "Oh look, there's Spike now!" Buffy turned around to see the blonde getting out of Anya's car. Anya said something to him and Spike nodded. Slamming the door shut he waited until Anya drove off before he started walking up towards Buffy and Willow. As he stepped onto the curb he put out the cigarette he had been smoking and crushing it under his foot he looked towards Buffy.
" 'Ello pet. Are we just going to stand here or get on with this?"
"You know, you don't have to be that pessimistic." Buffy replied as she adjusted her shirt, trying to keep her eyes from meeting Spike's bright blues.
"Why not be? I mean, if I'm going to have to help out some pathetic kid when I have nothing better to do why not have a shitty attitude about it?" Buffy frowned.
"I'll have you know Conner isn't some pathetic kid. He's, he's someone that needs someone to show they actually care for him. But apparently you're not capable of that at all. So, since you have no real motivation to actually HELP him, why don't you just leave?"
"Can't do that. Besides, it's not like this kid really needs anyone. He can grow up just fine by himself."
"That's the point Spike. He is alone, he's by himself. If you had taken the time to actually ask about Conner then you would've known that his parents were killed. You try dealing with that by yourself and come out of it normal. Or what you consider normal." Buffy turned to walk away but was shortly cut off as Spike grabbed a hold of her arm. Buffy glared towards him, anger behind her eyes. When she looked around for help, she noticed that Willow had conveniently disappeared. Buffy had no choice but to deal with Spike by herself.
"What? You want to ridicule me now for my so called Bible-hugging ways?" She hissed. Spike sighed and looked down. Letting her go he immediately took back saying those words. Putting his hands in his back pockets he slowly looked back up towards her.
"How can I help?"
A/N: Awww you like me! Hehe, Well thanks for the reviews hopefully I'll get more soon. I didn't even think I'd get any. But to answer and thank those that did review:
Chris: I really liked "A Walk to Remember" its sad you didn't but everyone has different tastes. You're right, I did say this isn't going to be like the movie and right now its sits on the fence. I got the basic bad boy falling for the good girl idea from the movie but that's about it. I appreciate the fact that you think it's a great idea and a good plot its things like that that encourage me to write more. So thanks ^_^
Tinkerbell42: I'm glad you like what I've done so far. Thanks. I loved the movie too but like I said before its not going to be exactly like the movie because I don't think that it'd work completely. I hope you like the next chapter.
IceBlueRose: YOU'D BETTER UPDATE MISSY! I've done it.you're turn! But yeah, we room together so there's no point to this.
"Well, Mr. Giles, since this is your first offense I'm glad we've gotten you now before you could do anything worse. Because you were the individual that not only bought the beer, but you were the one that gave it to everyone else.you are the one getting in trouble. Do you understand me?" Judge Copeland asked. Spike sighed as Anya stood next to him in the juvenile court. He couldn't believe it! He was eighteen and they were all upset about a few cases of beer! Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by Anya's jab into his arm. He cleared his throat.
"Uh.yes sir. I do understand and I'm willing to accept any punishment that you see fit." The judge smiled and sat back in his chair.
"Now that's what I want to hear Mr. Giles and I'm sure you'll agree that the punishment given to you is justified. So, starting as of three-o- clock this afternoon you are to help the Big Brothers, Big Sisters Foundation and you will become a big brother to a young man named Conner Johnson." Spike suppressed his groan as Judge Copeland continued, "You will also participate in the tutoring service your school has in helping the younger students in the middle schools around the city. Each week you will report to a Mrs. Joyce Summers, she's the one that runs both the places I'm sending you to; that is Big Brothers, Big Sisters as well as the tutoring, and she will report to me. Do you understand this Mr. Giles?"
"Yeah, I bloody do." Spike mumbled.
"What was that Mr. Giles?"
"Uh, yes sir.I understand completely." Spike replied, forcing the smile on his face. A slow smile came to Judge Copeland's face and he quickly set down his pen and took off his glasses to look directly at Spike.
"You know Mr. Giles, I see a lot of teenagers like yourself each and every day and sometimes I lose hope in them but you Mr. Giles, you've restored my faith in most teenagers. I think that if you can do a complete turn around then maybe just maybe, my job as judge is being fulfilled. Best of luck to you Mr. Giles.case dismissed." With that Judge Copeland lightly hit his gavel on the desk and as everyone stood up as he left Spike gave the window to the outside a last look as he sighed.
"Goodbye life. 'Ello hell." He muttered, following closely behind Anya. Walking into the lobby Spike pulled out his cell phone, ready to call his friends and let them know what hell he was really in but before he could make the call, Anya took the cell away from him.
"Your father and I have decided that you're not going to have your phone and until we decide on other things, you're not going to have your Jeep."
"What are you talking about? I'm going to need it to get to these idiotic things that nancy boy of a judge sentenced me to!"
"Well you're just going to have to get a ride from me, ride the bus, or you're going to have to get a ride from Angel and I mean Angel only."
"You mean to tell me that none of my other friends can give me a ride?" Anya turned towards him, putting the phone in her purse.
"That's exactly what I'm telling you William. You screwed up this time and I'm not going to be here to allow you to just use me to do you're punishment. You need to learn that you're not all that and for once you're going to treat me with the respect I deserve." Spike scowled.
"Why should I? You're not my bloody Mum." He turned and began to storm off.
"No Spike, you're right. I'm not. Your mom ran out on you and your father when you were barely one year old and since then your father has had to raise you." Spike stopped.
"You're right Anya, she was a bitch of a Mum and guess what, I don't care."
"Spike, look. When I met your father and then I met you. I fell in love with both of you. You were the son that I could never have, and I didn't just marry your father to make you're life miserable Spike.I married him to help you. Now, come on, we have just enough time for you to get something to eat and then I'll drop you off at the Big Brothers, Big Sisters complex where you'll meet with Mrs. Summers." Leave it to Anya to make him feel like shit.
"Alright, fine. Let's just get this over with." Spike mumbled, climbing into Anya's car. Anya sighed as she climbed into the car. Glancing once more towards Spike she shook her head and put the key into the ignition. Slowly they pulled out of the Metropolitan Court House parking lot and as they slowly drove off, Spike gazed out the window and rolled his eyes as he passed by his friends who were piling out of their car and walking into the local pizza hang out. Angel had seen him and gave him a wave as they passed by. Spike merely raised his hand to say hello to them and he watched as Drusilla looked after Angel's gaze and stared after Spike. Suddenly Zach came up behind Dru, wrapped his arm around her and kissed her hard on the mouth. Spike sat up, glaring towards Zach who, after his kiss, grinned towards Spike and mouthed, 'Your loss'. Clenching his fist, Spike used all his control to keep from hitting something. As they got further from the hang out, Spike's fist loosened. Finally, they pulled into the driveway and before Anya could say a word, Spike was out of the car, slamming the door he walked up into the house and up to his room he collapsed on his bed.
"This is bloody hell. I'm in hell."
"Spike. Spike come on wake up." Anya shook him lightly, trying to get Spike to awaken from his deep sleep. Finally, a groan emerged from the bleached blonde young man.
"Mum, its two-thirty, I plan on sleeping at least another four hours." He mumbled. Anya shook her head as she kneeled down to his eye level.
"I don't think so Spike, you have Big Brothers and Sisters. Come on, up you go." Anya pulled the covers off of Spike as he clenched his eyes, trying to keep from having to get up. With a groan, he felt Anya moving to the other side of his bed and the next thing he knew, he was flat on his ass in the middle of his room. Looking around, he winced as he caught Anya in the way of the light, but some escaped around her small figure.
"Damn it all to hell."
"Don't be using that language in this house young man. Now, I suggest you get up and get showered because I'm not letting you miss your first day." Anya replied as she brushed her hands off and threw a towel towards a disgruntled, mumbling Spike. "Get up now." With that, Anya pushed the rest of the curtains open and Spike tried covering his eyes with his towel. Starting to lay back down he was suddenly pushed up.
"What the mot-"
"Yes, I'm your step mother. Now I'm going to be evil, get up!" Spike looked up towards Anya and swore inside. Slowly he got to his feet and scratching his head lightly with one hand, he rubbed his eyes with the other.
"Fine, I'm getting up now. You bloody happy woman?"
"Yes, I'm very happy. But I suggest that you get into that shower before I smack you across the head for even daring to try and call me woman. Now, get!" Spike grumbled under his breath and slowly made his way towards the shower. It wasn't until Anya gave him a swift kick in the butt that he moved quicker. Minutes later he emerged from the shower, a loose towel around his waist as the water dripped from his hair to his body and slowly slid down. Walking to his dresser he placed the silver necklace around his neck once more and with a soft kiss to it, he let it rest against his chest. Slowly he leaned down and smiled as he picked up familiar photo. There in front of him was a nine year old Spike with a nine year old Angel and their dads on their annual fishing trip. That annual trip had slowly disappeared as Rupert Giles had gotten richer and richer. He had gotten busier and busier every day. Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months and months, made the years disappear. Tossing the photo to the side, Spike refused to show any emotion. Quickly he got dressed and headed downstairs.
Buffy Summers sighed as she waited outside the school gymnasium. He was late. On his first day he was late. Her mom wouldn't care but she sure did. How dare he leave these kids waiting! It was his fault he had to do this. The least he could've done was been on time. Crossing her arms she paced back and forth slowly. It annoyed her. She couldn't tell exactly what about Spike Giles bothered him but it did. Maybe it was his platinum blonde hair. There was no way that was a normal hair color! Or maybe it was because he treated her faith like a big joke. Yes. That had to be it. Having grown up with parents who were devoted to their religion, Buffy never really wanted to be anything more than a part of that. Maybe that was why Spike, what a silly nickname, but maybe that was why he annoyed her. Sighing, she knew that she should try and accept him for who he was but she wanted so badly to change him. Hopefully she'd be able to grab a hold of the real him inside. Then she'd definitely be able to rea-
"Buffy? Hello? Earth to Buffy?" A hand waved in front of her. As Buffy shook the thoughts from her head, she turned to meet the emerald green gaze of her best friend Willow Rosenberg. A smile immediately appeared on Buffy's face.
"Oh sorry Willow, I was just thinking. You know me, I start thinking and I go off."
"Yeah, you go off to your lala-everything is wonderful-land. It's a wonder I can even get through to you now-a-days!" Willow slowly smiled and hooking arms with Buffy she began to start pacing with her. "Now, tell Willow whats wrong."
"Nothings wrong." Willow turned to Buffy and looked skeptic. "Honest. Nothing. I promise, nothing wrong in Buffy-land."
"All right. But only if you're completely sure that you're okay."
"I'm fine. I'm just, annoyed okay?" Willow's brow furrowed.
"Annoyed? At who?"
"Spike." Buffy said, with a matter-of-fact answer. Willow looked confused so Buffy continued, "First of all, on Sunday he called be bible- hugging! What's that supposed to mean? And then to top it off he got himself in trouble on the night of homecoming so for the next, I'm going to say months, I have to help him out so he can get used to being a 'Big Brother'." Willow's eyes widened.
"Oh. So you're afraid you're going to tell him how you feel?" Buffy's gaze snapped up towards Willow.
"What do you mean how I feel?"
"Well, I mean. I-I was just trying to." Willow stopped. "Oh look, there's Spike now!" Buffy turned around to see the blonde getting out of Anya's car. Anya said something to him and Spike nodded. Slamming the door shut he waited until Anya drove off before he started walking up towards Buffy and Willow. As he stepped onto the curb he put out the cigarette he had been smoking and crushing it under his foot he looked towards Buffy.
" 'Ello pet. Are we just going to stand here or get on with this?"
"You know, you don't have to be that pessimistic." Buffy replied as she adjusted her shirt, trying to keep her eyes from meeting Spike's bright blues.
"Why not be? I mean, if I'm going to have to help out some pathetic kid when I have nothing better to do why not have a shitty attitude about it?" Buffy frowned.
"I'll have you know Conner isn't some pathetic kid. He's, he's someone that needs someone to show they actually care for him. But apparently you're not capable of that at all. So, since you have no real motivation to actually HELP him, why don't you just leave?"
"Can't do that. Besides, it's not like this kid really needs anyone. He can grow up just fine by himself."
"That's the point Spike. He is alone, he's by himself. If you had taken the time to actually ask about Conner then you would've known that his parents were killed. You try dealing with that by yourself and come out of it normal. Or what you consider normal." Buffy turned to walk away but was shortly cut off as Spike grabbed a hold of her arm. Buffy glared towards him, anger behind her eyes. When she looked around for help, she noticed that Willow had conveniently disappeared. Buffy had no choice but to deal with Spike by herself.
"What? You want to ridicule me now for my so called Bible-hugging ways?" She hissed. Spike sighed and looked down. Letting her go he immediately took back saying those words. Putting his hands in his back pockets he slowly looked back up towards her.
"How can I help?"
