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A/N: Okay, first off I'm going to answer somethings I got in a couple reviews. I'm not trying to push anything on anyone. The reason I have Buffy as a religious girl and religion is being brought up is that's how its working out in my head. I haven't mentioned a specific religion because I believe I'm the last person to push religion on ANYONE. I was pushed to be Catholic and now I barely go to church. Secondly, I'm basing this as Spike is in Sunnydale where its illegal to drink at 18. I'm not trying to offend anyone, honestly that was my last intention. I assumed everyone understood this story was in at least Sunnydale, bad on my part. Lastly, this story isn't going to be the "bad boy turning good" and I don't really like that stereotype. Its basically a "Bad boy redefining what's important while introducing the good girl to other aspects of life" Like I said in the beginning, the basic idea came from "A Walk To Remember" the plot is mine. As for the whole "Giles" last name thing. It's something I decided I wanted because I happen to like the whole "Giles/Spike father son gag" Besides that ASH may not be old enough but for this he is. That's why I stated it was an AU. I'm sorry if some people don't like that but that's what I'm using for this. Okay besides that I hope ya'll like this chapter. I imagine there will be questions on Spike and Conner's relationship and why its going where it is but I'll answer them later as I write more. Sorry this took so long college is kicking my booty and I just joined a sorority with my best friend so yeah, I'm busy. Enjoy and please don't forget that nifty little purple review button before you leave! Thanks!!!
************************* "You can start by trying to care for once. I know that's not something you're used to but.at least try." Buffy replied after a few moments. Spike nodded as Buffy turned around and walked towards the door. Putting her hand on the handle, she turned to Spike one last time. "I want you to promise me something."
"What?"
"I want you to promise me that once you meet Conner, if you don't plan on staying, don't tell him things that you can't make come true. Because if you do, I'm going to have to do something I've never done."
"And that is?"
"Hate you." Spike was slightly taken aback.
"Hate me? You couldn't hate me. It's not within your nature Buffy." Buffy nodded and took her hand off the handle as she walked up closer towards him.
"You're right, I couldn't hate you. But then again I've never had to. I could really dislike you and that would be a huge problem because I don't dislike people either but I promise you one thing. If you do anything to hurt him I will."
"You're dead set on making sure I help this kid aren't you?"
"Yes I am."
"Well then pet, lets get the show on the road then." Spike went to walk towards the door but Buffy reached a hand up and stopped Spike from walking much further as she put it against his arm. He looked down towards her, "What's this all about? I thought you wanted me to help luv."
"I do. But Spike, don't call me pet or luv. I know you don't like me, don't pretend like you do." Buffy turned and walked towards the door and opening it she walked in. Spike rolled his eyes and followed shortly after her. As he walked in he was suddenly attacked with the sounds of shouting, crying and complaining kids. Shaking his head he took a few seconds before getting fully adjusted to the sound. That's when; just as he turned he met the same blue eyes that he had only just looking into moments before, except these were older.
"Hello William, wonderful to see you here. Now I know that you're not here willingly but I'm sure you're willing to work hard, right?" Joyce Summers said.
"Uh, yeah. Sure thing."
"William? Are you feeling alright?" Joyce seemed suddenly concerned. Spike nodded. He was still trying to get used to the sudden name change. Only his father ever called him William, even Anya called him Spike for Christ's sake. What was it with stuffy older people insisting on using a name you hated? Shrugging it off he looked up towards Joyce and gave her a half smile.
"Yes Mrs. Summers I'm perfectly fine. Just getting adjusted from the drastic change from sunlight to, uh, gym light. Yeah, that's it." He waiting until Joyce smiled and laughed softly.
"Oh you're just the sweetest thing. It really is a shame about the circumstances that got you here, but that's in the past and I'm not here to judge. I'm just glad you're here; we could use all the help you can give William. Now, if you'll follow me, I'll introduce you to Conner." Spike looked around quickly, wondering which runt would be the one he'd have to deal with, or as Buffy put it, which was the runt he'd have to get to know and help.
"Uh, Mrs. Summers, where's Buffy?"
"Oh, she's helping fix the snacks for the kids who are here camp. But she'll be around later. I'm sure you'll get to see here."
"Um, that's not why I was as-" Spike shut up and decided to quite while he was ahead, "Just lead the way Mrs. Summers."
"Of course! Follow me then." Spike slowly followed behind Joyce as she weaved in between games, activities, singing, plays and who knows what else. It wasn't until they reached the far end of the gym that Spike actually looked up from the ground. There weren't anymore little kids running around so it was safe to look up. As he looked in front of him he saw a scrawny teenage kid who was sitting in the corner reading a book. The kid's jeans were torn at the knees and were badly torn up at the bottom. His black shirt was holy and his hair was long enough to shade his eyes and overlap his ears. The teenager didn't look a day over sixteen but maybe he was way off. As Joyce walked up towards him she sat down in front of him and Spike held a groan in as she motioned him over. He walked over just in time to hear the tail-end of what she was telling him.
" So Conner, this is William and he's going to be your new big brother. I do hope the two of you can get along." Spike looked down towards the teenager who momentarily looked up from his book and glared into Spike.
"You expect that dork to actually be a big brother to me?" He asked. Spike immediately went on the defensive.
"Hey now, I'm not a dork."
"Could've fooled me." The teenager argued. Spike's brow furrowed.
"Now Conner, you promised to actually try this time. So please, just give Spike a chance." Joyce said softly. She stood up and walked towards Spike, "Just give him a couple days; he'll learn to love you." With that she walked away leaving a very confused Spike with a really snotty, unwilling kid. Spike let out a deep sigh and rubbed his sweaty palms against his pant legs and walking over towards the mats that Conner sat on, he put on leg up on them and looked down to him.
"Look mate, it's obvious neither of us wants to go through this but it's something we have to try out alright?"
"Why should I care about what you're saying to me? It's obvious you're just some stupid idiot who screwed up and got caught and now is serving time." Spike tried thinking of a witty comeback but shut his mouth. He was ready to give up on this kid. Then Buffy walked in with a tray and met his eyes. With a groan he rolled his eyes and sat down.
"Alright, you got me. I'm someone who really doesn't want to be here and the only reason I am is because I got caught. You're right. But just because I'm here now doesn't mean that we can't make the best of the situation you got that?"
"Yeah, I got it." Conner never looked up from his book, "But you might as well quit while you're ahead. I know your type. You'll be here until your term is up and then you'll leave." Spike couldn't believe what a shitty attitude this kid actually had.
"Hey, listen up mate. You're bloody right I'll leave if you keep treating me like you are now. If you'd actually take into some consideration my feelings then maybe I'd actually like to stay around when my sentence is over." Conner scoffed.
"Please, there's no use convincing me. There's nothing that's going to keep you here. It's already been planned out. You'll leave then some other stupid idiotic dumbass will come along and take your place. I'm sick of it and I'm not going through it." Spike was getting annoyed, and where on earth did this kid come from? Planet Huge Stick Up His Arse?
"You know what, with language like that an-and an outlook on the situation that way no wonder people have left you behind before. Well, you listen up you little...punk. Spike Giles isn't a stupid idiotic dumbass. Not only will I prove to you that I want to help you out but I will stay. I'll stay for as long as you're here." Conner looked up towards him and Spike actually saw a glimmer of hope in the teenage boys eyes.
"Really?"
"Bloody right!" It took an awkward moment of silence but then Conner shut the book and scooted up towards him, letting his legs dangle down.
"I thought Mrs. Summers said your name was William."
"It is, but my nickname is Spike. You can call me whichever you want."
"I like Spike, it sounds cool."
"I know mate, hence the fact it's my nickname."
"Can I have a nickname?"
"Maybe."
"How do you get a nickname?"
"I don't know mate, we'll see if we can figure one out for you."
"Why do you talk so damn weird?"
"Because, I'm from England. Now, there'll be no more of that language coming from you."
"You used it."
"I bloody well did not." Spike stopped and looked down towards Conner who eyed him skeptically. "Alright fine, I did, but Mrs. Summers would die if she heard you talkin' like me. So anytime we're around her or any other adults its well-mannered speaking. Got it?"
"Got it."
"Alright then. We're going to do all right kid."
"Hey Spike?"
"What?"
"Why are you doing this?" Spike looked down towards the ground and picked at his fingernails. Looking up he looked towards Buffy who was in the middle of helping some little kid with glue.
"Lets just say, I might be having a change of heart about a few things."
A/N: Okay, first off I'm going to answer somethings I got in a couple reviews. I'm not trying to push anything on anyone. The reason I have Buffy as a religious girl and religion is being brought up is that's how its working out in my head. I haven't mentioned a specific religion because I believe I'm the last person to push religion on ANYONE. I was pushed to be Catholic and now I barely go to church. Secondly, I'm basing this as Spike is in Sunnydale where its illegal to drink at 18. I'm not trying to offend anyone, honestly that was my last intention. I assumed everyone understood this story was in at least Sunnydale, bad on my part. Lastly, this story isn't going to be the "bad boy turning good" and I don't really like that stereotype. Its basically a "Bad boy redefining what's important while introducing the good girl to other aspects of life" Like I said in the beginning, the basic idea came from "A Walk To Remember" the plot is mine. As for the whole "Giles" last name thing. It's something I decided I wanted because I happen to like the whole "Giles/Spike father son gag" Besides that ASH may not be old enough but for this he is. That's why I stated it was an AU. I'm sorry if some people don't like that but that's what I'm using for this. Okay besides that I hope ya'll like this chapter. I imagine there will be questions on Spike and Conner's relationship and why its going where it is but I'll answer them later as I write more. Sorry this took so long college is kicking my booty and I just joined a sorority with my best friend so yeah, I'm busy. Enjoy and please don't forget that nifty little purple review button before you leave! Thanks!!!
************************* "You can start by trying to care for once. I know that's not something you're used to but.at least try." Buffy replied after a few moments. Spike nodded as Buffy turned around and walked towards the door. Putting her hand on the handle, she turned to Spike one last time. "I want you to promise me something."
"What?"
"I want you to promise me that once you meet Conner, if you don't plan on staying, don't tell him things that you can't make come true. Because if you do, I'm going to have to do something I've never done."
"And that is?"
"Hate you." Spike was slightly taken aback.
"Hate me? You couldn't hate me. It's not within your nature Buffy." Buffy nodded and took her hand off the handle as she walked up closer towards him.
"You're right, I couldn't hate you. But then again I've never had to. I could really dislike you and that would be a huge problem because I don't dislike people either but I promise you one thing. If you do anything to hurt him I will."
"You're dead set on making sure I help this kid aren't you?"
"Yes I am."
"Well then pet, lets get the show on the road then." Spike went to walk towards the door but Buffy reached a hand up and stopped Spike from walking much further as she put it against his arm. He looked down towards her, "What's this all about? I thought you wanted me to help luv."
"I do. But Spike, don't call me pet or luv. I know you don't like me, don't pretend like you do." Buffy turned and walked towards the door and opening it she walked in. Spike rolled his eyes and followed shortly after her. As he walked in he was suddenly attacked with the sounds of shouting, crying and complaining kids. Shaking his head he took a few seconds before getting fully adjusted to the sound. That's when; just as he turned he met the same blue eyes that he had only just looking into moments before, except these were older.
"Hello William, wonderful to see you here. Now I know that you're not here willingly but I'm sure you're willing to work hard, right?" Joyce Summers said.
"Uh, yeah. Sure thing."
"William? Are you feeling alright?" Joyce seemed suddenly concerned. Spike nodded. He was still trying to get used to the sudden name change. Only his father ever called him William, even Anya called him Spike for Christ's sake. What was it with stuffy older people insisting on using a name you hated? Shrugging it off he looked up towards Joyce and gave her a half smile.
"Yes Mrs. Summers I'm perfectly fine. Just getting adjusted from the drastic change from sunlight to, uh, gym light. Yeah, that's it." He waiting until Joyce smiled and laughed softly.
"Oh you're just the sweetest thing. It really is a shame about the circumstances that got you here, but that's in the past and I'm not here to judge. I'm just glad you're here; we could use all the help you can give William. Now, if you'll follow me, I'll introduce you to Conner." Spike looked around quickly, wondering which runt would be the one he'd have to deal with, or as Buffy put it, which was the runt he'd have to get to know and help.
"Uh, Mrs. Summers, where's Buffy?"
"Oh, she's helping fix the snacks for the kids who are here camp. But she'll be around later. I'm sure you'll get to see here."
"Um, that's not why I was as-" Spike shut up and decided to quite while he was ahead, "Just lead the way Mrs. Summers."
"Of course! Follow me then." Spike slowly followed behind Joyce as she weaved in between games, activities, singing, plays and who knows what else. It wasn't until they reached the far end of the gym that Spike actually looked up from the ground. There weren't anymore little kids running around so it was safe to look up. As he looked in front of him he saw a scrawny teenage kid who was sitting in the corner reading a book. The kid's jeans were torn at the knees and were badly torn up at the bottom. His black shirt was holy and his hair was long enough to shade his eyes and overlap his ears. The teenager didn't look a day over sixteen but maybe he was way off. As Joyce walked up towards him she sat down in front of him and Spike held a groan in as she motioned him over. He walked over just in time to hear the tail-end of what she was telling him.
" So Conner, this is William and he's going to be your new big brother. I do hope the two of you can get along." Spike looked down towards the teenager who momentarily looked up from his book and glared into Spike.
"You expect that dork to actually be a big brother to me?" He asked. Spike immediately went on the defensive.
"Hey now, I'm not a dork."
"Could've fooled me." The teenager argued. Spike's brow furrowed.
"Now Conner, you promised to actually try this time. So please, just give Spike a chance." Joyce said softly. She stood up and walked towards Spike, "Just give him a couple days; he'll learn to love you." With that she walked away leaving a very confused Spike with a really snotty, unwilling kid. Spike let out a deep sigh and rubbed his sweaty palms against his pant legs and walking over towards the mats that Conner sat on, he put on leg up on them and looked down to him.
"Look mate, it's obvious neither of us wants to go through this but it's something we have to try out alright?"
"Why should I care about what you're saying to me? It's obvious you're just some stupid idiot who screwed up and got caught and now is serving time." Spike tried thinking of a witty comeback but shut his mouth. He was ready to give up on this kid. Then Buffy walked in with a tray and met his eyes. With a groan he rolled his eyes and sat down.
"Alright, you got me. I'm someone who really doesn't want to be here and the only reason I am is because I got caught. You're right. But just because I'm here now doesn't mean that we can't make the best of the situation you got that?"
"Yeah, I got it." Conner never looked up from his book, "But you might as well quit while you're ahead. I know your type. You'll be here until your term is up and then you'll leave." Spike couldn't believe what a shitty attitude this kid actually had.
"Hey, listen up mate. You're bloody right I'll leave if you keep treating me like you are now. If you'd actually take into some consideration my feelings then maybe I'd actually like to stay around when my sentence is over." Conner scoffed.
"Please, there's no use convincing me. There's nothing that's going to keep you here. It's already been planned out. You'll leave then some other stupid idiotic dumbass will come along and take your place. I'm sick of it and I'm not going through it." Spike was getting annoyed, and where on earth did this kid come from? Planet Huge Stick Up His Arse?
"You know what, with language like that an-and an outlook on the situation that way no wonder people have left you behind before. Well, you listen up you little...punk. Spike Giles isn't a stupid idiotic dumbass. Not only will I prove to you that I want to help you out but I will stay. I'll stay for as long as you're here." Conner looked up towards him and Spike actually saw a glimmer of hope in the teenage boys eyes.
"Really?"
"Bloody right!" It took an awkward moment of silence but then Conner shut the book and scooted up towards him, letting his legs dangle down.
"I thought Mrs. Summers said your name was William."
"It is, but my nickname is Spike. You can call me whichever you want."
"I like Spike, it sounds cool."
"I know mate, hence the fact it's my nickname."
"Can I have a nickname?"
"Maybe."
"How do you get a nickname?"
"I don't know mate, we'll see if we can figure one out for you."
"Why do you talk so damn weird?"
"Because, I'm from England. Now, there'll be no more of that language coming from you."
"You used it."
"I bloody well did not." Spike stopped and looked down towards Conner who eyed him skeptically. "Alright fine, I did, but Mrs. Summers would die if she heard you talkin' like me. So anytime we're around her or any other adults its well-mannered speaking. Got it?"
"Got it."
"Alright then. We're going to do all right kid."
"Hey Spike?"
"What?"
"Why are you doing this?" Spike looked down towards the ground and picked at his fingernails. Looking up he looked towards Buffy who was in the middle of helping some little kid with glue.
"Lets just say, I might be having a change of heart about a few things."
