Title: Yours, Mine, Ours
Author: Taintedpromises
Rating: T
Genre: Drama/Angst
Summary: Based on the film. One house, one wedding, two families, two desperately in love parents, twenty kids at war with each other. How the hell do they expect this to work out for the best?
Note: Response to GidgetGirl's challenge on chocolate covered strawberries board. This chapter is when they are all at home after school the same day. This is the other family now. I know that is not Cordelia's middle names but it made sense for me to put them in. Just thought it sounded good.
"Enough, Cordelia. I don't care if your nails are still wet. I couldn't care less if some maniac came in and ripped your bloody arms off. You are going to come down and set the table now!" William Calendar, who had insisted he was to be called Spike since he was ten, yelled from the bottom of the stairs. It was too much to do everything around here. There seemed to be only one sane person in this house, and that was him. Angel and Darla, his only older siblings, who were the only twins in the family, helped out, but were severely broody. When not doing all the things that they have to do when their mom goes out, they brooded, a lot!
"But Spike…" She whined from upstairs.
"Cordelia Grace Adeline Calendar, get your ass down here or I will come up and drag you down here, head first." He heard no movement from upstairs. "And will break every nail on both of your hands." Cordelia came running down the stairs. Spike grinned to himself. His threats were always used to make things happen in this family.
"Spike!" called Darla. Shivers were sent up his spine. She had certain different voices. And the one she was using, the 'Don't-mess-with-me-because-I'm-very-pissed-off-at-something-and-will-tear-you-limb-from-limb-if-you-don't-do-what-I-say' voice, wasn't his personal favourite. Mainly because he knew that she would actually tear him limb from limb. Or tell their mother, who he was always in trouble with. Not his fault though, mostly. Nowadays he had been good, but it seemed the blame always fell on him anyway.
He turned and saw her standing in the door way, holding his youngest sister, Harmony, in her arms. Her blonde hair was short, her lips bright red. She looked gorgeous to anyone but her siblings, but deadly at the same time. She looked older than 18 years old. She was clearly angry at something. She guessed it was her boy toy, Lindsey MacDonald. She was always mad at him for some reason or another. But he was desperately in love with her. It was quite sad, Spike always thought. The little girl in her arms, Harmony, and talking to herself, through the doll in her arms. She was plastered with, what looked like, either Darla, Cordelia or their Mom's make up. Her trademark pink, glittery feather boa was wrapped around her neck.
"Find Oz, Dru and Faith." she said plainly before turning back to the kitchen. He turned to search the living room, mocking her distastefully. He heard the soft sound of a guitar and knew he had found Oz. He was strumming away while sitting on the cream coloured sofa. Spike saw someone else sitting in front of him, swaying side to side, but not in time to the music. He smiled to himself. Little Drusilla was just in her own world. Oz didn't mind playing for her anyway.
"Dru," Spike said quietly. Drusilla seemed to come out of her trance and jump up on Spike. She was extremely fond of her three oldest brothers and sisters. She clung to them. People didn't know why though. They thought she would be more interested in people her own age. But these were people who didn't know Drusilla. Drusilla knew she was safe with them. It had all started when she got lost in a department store when she was only three. Someone had tried to take her away from her family, and had almost gotten away with it. They were caught of course, and that had caused some traumatic stress in her mind. She was not a normal seven year old. Not that any of this family was normal.
"Roar!" He heard someone else cry. He turned to see the five year old hurricane running towards him, her teeth making it pretty obvious she was planning to bite his leg. His arms were occupied with Drusilla so he had no way to protect himself from the storm that was Faith. She ran past a corner and out of a wall, she was picked up and restrained by someone much largers arms. She kicked and screamed as Angel held her in place and turned to Spike.
"I'm telling you, that girl needs a muzzle." He said.
"Hey, I'm not the one you need to convince. It's mom. Last night, she came up to me and started to bash my leg in with a shovel," Angel said while taking her away. They both walked into the kitchen/dining room to see the rest of the family, minus their mother. Spike finally knew why Darla was in that kind of mood. Anya was sitting in the kitchen, talking. Recently, she had gotten her first period. She made it clear so everyone knew. She had always just started sex ed at school. It seemed like now she was obsessed with it. Well, sex and domination of the house. But that latter wasn't that high up on her priority list. She was never as bad as his ex's family was. There were two of them, constantly at war with each other, and they were both ten times worse than Anya. He had liked that girl, a lot. But, he made an unfortunate choice of dating his brothers ex.
Buffy Giles. She wasn't anything special to much of the other boys in school, apart from the Calendar boys. Angel and his relationship, not the greatest in the beginning, took a major downfall. He ended up dumping her because he felt she was still hung up on his brother. Which he still believed she was. The relationship between the brothers never really repaired itself, but they found common ground. Trying to take care of this family. Recently, their mother had been dating this other man. She appeared to really like him, more than she had anyone else she had been out with before. But the older ones found it very disturbing, having another man round at their house, having their mom come home whistling and in a really good mood, clearly meaning she 'got some' according to Anya. The fact that was worse was that it was Rupert Giles. Buffy's dad!
"Hello!" Called their mother from the front door. They had all just sat down for their dinner and she just had to walk in the door. Spike hoped that she wasn't expecting food because he knew that either Darla or Angel, whoever cooked, would be pissed at that. And it wasn't like they needed another reason to brood about. She seemed too happy. It was abnormal.
"What?" Cordelia asked bluntly.
"What do you mean?" She asked light heartedly. It was scaring the children. Their mother was never like this, not even when she came back from the Giles's. Something was wrong.
"You're all…sing-song. I don't like it." Cordy stated once again. The others were thankful she was talking about it. Because none of them had plans of mentioning it. "It's probably going to give you wrinkles."
"Ok, I do have some news. I can't keep pretending." She stuck out her left hand, and as their gazes fell upon it, Angel, Darla, Spike, Cordy and Anya's eyes widen. Oz, Dru, Faith and Harmony kept quiet, not understanding so far. "I'm getting married!"
Author's Note: Finally had to break the news. You'll find out everyone's reactions to it soon enough. Also, I am planning on bringing the two familys together very soon. So Read and Review!