Chapter Five – Unwelcome to the Hellmouth

"These students have absolutely no respect the library!" Giles cried as he hustled around the Sunnydale High library striating up the mess that was left for him by the school's occupying majority.

"What did you expect Rupert?" Spike rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his now bleached hair.

"They are teenagers after all"

Giles turned to glare at his new young ward and spotted that he had his feet up on the one of his newly washed table.

"Feet off the table now!"

Spike snorted and removed his feet.

"Hey, don't go all spacey on me now – we only just started the beginning of a beautiful friendship"

"Friendship?" Giles scoffed. "Do you think that by annoying me the whole plane ride over and eating all the bags of roasted peanuts would earn you that"

"So I'm a growing boy, sue me"

Spike got up and started for the exit.

" And where do you think you're going?"

"Duh, class… it starts in ten minutes"

"Oh. Go on then" Giles grumbled and then went back to his work.

Spike just rolled his eyes again and walked out the door. Giles never changed and he truly wasn't sure whither or not past Giles or future Giles was worse. As he made his way through the crowded halls, it finally hit him – he was back in school. After one hundred and twenty nine years, you don't go back to school! He could feel eyes following his every more. The gazes of the jocks, cheerleaders, rebels and nerds alike scoped out their two newest students… and at that moment Spike and Buffy had no idea that fate was going to change the world in the next few minutes.

Buffy rushed down the halls towards he first class, her mind on her mother. Joyce Summers had taken the news of her daughter being a vampire slayer surprisingly well – she fainted. But when Buffy finally got her to wake up, she remained silent and it was unnerving. So Buffy knew that her mother didn't agree, but couldn't stop her doing her duty. All in all it was very confusing.

With her head still stuck on other things she hadn't noticed the oncoming traffic and crashed head long into another student, books spilling onto the floor. Gasping for breath as the wind was knocked out of her, Buffy struggled to her feet only to find herself starring into a pair of unfathomable icy blue eyes.

Only seconds before that, Spike had been walking aimlessly down the hall with his mind focused on his new situation. Giles was his foster father and he was a slayer now in Sunnydale – it was just completely crazy. If he was he ever going to survive this, it was going to be a major test on his own endurance. Still with the concept of setting things right, how bad could it be.

So while he was focused of changes, he was oblivious to the world around him. But it wasn't long before he found himself lying face down on the floor, books and another body coming down beside him. Grunting with pain, Spike forced himself up only to find that he was staring into a pair of haunting familiar hazel eyes.

Seconds after that the laughter came…

"Why you numbskull!" Buffy cried out. "This is all your fault"

"My fault pet? Have you gone completely starkers or are you just blind?" Spike snapped, not caring at all if it was Buffy.

The look on young Buffy's face was outrage. Apparent it wasn't everyday that a former sixteen-year-old cheerleader gets laughed at by her fellow student body – new student or not.

"Blind? You were the one that crashed into me!"

"It doesn't work that way Goldilocks"

"Don't call me Goldilocks, bleach brain"

"Then what should I call you?" Spike smirked. "Slutty McBeal?"

It didn't last long before she punched him in the face, splitting his lip in the process. The blow sent him reeling back, but the look on Buffy's face hadn't really changed. She was infuriated, but her eyes were giving away the fact that she was horrified that she had just used her slayer strength on a human the first day of school. It also got a lot of attention from the students standing around that Buffy was one chick not to be messed with.

"Ever hear of anger management luv?" he growled and licked his bleeding lip, the coppery taste of his own blood filling his mouth. "You going burn down this school's gym the next time you get your nickers in a twist?"

"How did you know about?" Buffy gasped.

Smiling cruelly, he held his anger down. This wasn't his Buffy and she never would be. She was just some immature little girl that had a superiority problem and bad taste in clothes.

"Oh the facility will just love you pet"

He turned to leave, ignoring the eyes that followed from the spectators.

"Just remember, keep you friends close, but you enemies closer. Welcome to Sunnyhell"

'I'll bet you back for this little split lip luv' he inwardly growled. 'I'll get you back where it'll hurt and you won't even know it'

Willow Rosenberg sat fidgeting in her Advanced Literature class. She had already had Cordelia Chase and the Cordettes mock her about being a geek as well as tripping her as she passed by. Yesterday Principal Flutie had told her to expect two new students her age – the first was a girl coming from Hemery High in L.A. that had been expelled for setting the school gym on fire. The other was a boy London Central High in England that come over with their new librarian. Just then her teacher walked in with the hottest boy she had ever seen.

"So class, we have a new student today" Mr. Albright. "This is William Winters and he comes to us London, England. Please make him feel welcome"

Willow was shocked to that this new guy was actually in Advanced Literature. He looked more like someone that would Shop rather then this kind of class, but she new well that looks can be deceiving. She watched as he nodded wordlessly to the class and then headed for an empty seat. Her heart started to quicken its pace as he started down the row next to her and then stopped dead when he sat down next to her.

"Umm… hi… I'm Willow… do umm… you need a text book?"

Startled, his head whipped up and whirled around to face her, his eyes growing wide. He just stared at her with a strange look in his eyes, like recognition of sorts.

"Hi…"

'Oh god, oh god, oh god! I so made a fool of myself – he's so going to think I'm a nerd!' Willow thought as her mind raced.

But suddenly he smiled.

"Well then luv,I'm William but you can call me Spike"

"Okay Spike…" she started. "Why are – "

"Can I call you Red?" Spike interrupted.

"Huh?"

"I said can I call you Red? It seems to suit you"

"Sure. Red… I like that" she blushed, unable to believe that she still had the courage to talk to him.

"See I told you that it suited you"

Blushing furiously, Willow managed to drag her attention off Spike and focus it back on the teacher. They were starting on the works of William Shakespeare and to everyone surprise. But if she had thought she was prepared for this, she wasn't as she watched Spike get out of his seat and actually started over going over in every single play to poem that Shakespeare had ever written with fine detail.

He expressed purely what it was like for the people of the era that watched his works up to the Victorian era. Slack mouthed, Willow could only smile.

"Though I'd have to say that more of a fan of The Taming of the Shrew rather then A Midsummer Night's Dream"

Sitting back down, Spike turned to grin at Willow.

"So Red, what did you think?"

"You were amazing!" Willow gushed, not caring if she went totally geeko on him. "I didn't know that anyone – not even me could know that much about Shakespeare. I didn't think the you would"

"It's the look isn't luv? You think that I would be better suited in some kinda class for punks?"

"No, no that's not it"

"I know what you meant pigeon. I got up because I don't care if looked like a geek or not, but I'll always be the Big Bad no matter what anyone had to say about it. Oh that and the fact that I'm British and my mum always…"

Spike slowly trailed off, his face clouding over in a mask of pain.

"Spike… what's wrong?" Willow whisper across the isle.

"It… its nothing" he tried to bluff, but it didn't work.

He looked into her eyes and sighed, he wasn't going to get away without spilling.

"My mum recently die that's all. Did a number on me it did. My father was dead too long before so I had no one left. That's what brought me here" he confessed

"Oh right – isn't the new librarian your foster father?"

"Giles?" Spike suddenly laughed. "Yeah pet, I guess he would have to be. He did take me in after all"

"So what do you think of Sunnydale?"

He smiled again.

"It's a hellhole, but people like are the ones that make it bearable"

"Hello? Is anybody here?"

An hour later Buffy Summers found herself enter an apparently empty library. Her day had gotten much better after she had met that rude bleach haired kid. First a sweet cute guy called Xander helped her with her book after that incident and then girl named Cordelia in History. So aside from getting a new textbook, she knew that she would have to meet her new watcher sometime…

"Can I help you?"

Buffy jumped when a middle-aged man entered the library from the back office.

"Buffy Summers, I'm new here"

"Oh so you're my new slayer. It's a pleasure to meet you at last"

"You're Mr. Giles?"

"Yes," he nodded. "I'm terribly sorry to have impose on you at this time, with the death of your current watcher and all, but the Council does want me to help you learn"

Buffy nodded.

"Yeah… Merrick was an okay sorta guy aside from the smell and tendency to talk too much"

"So what would you like to know first?" Giles smiled readily.

"Will I have time for a social life?" Buffy grinned hopefully.

"I didn't think you'd let me get away with forbidding you something like that - teenage girls can't be as bad as the teenage boys"

"Why are boys bad? Boys and Buffy are usually mixy"

"Just wait until you meet William" Giles groaned and removed his glasses for a quick clean. "You'll change you mind after that"

"William? Who's William?"

Suddenly the library door swung open to admit the same arrogant blond she had met this morning along with a mousy redheaded girl at his side.

"You!" she snapped, old anger boiling up from below.

"Now that would be William. He's your counterpart – he's the male slayer"

So what did you think? I had never been planing on this to be a Spuffy fic, so I'm sorry to disappoint any of you Spuffy goers. But as you can tell, I'm already going towards a Spike/Willow relationship (only now he has to deal with his destiny in a whole new world that his mere presence has changed the rules completely). It will be real so don't think that the line Spike thought of after first meeting Buffy again had anything to do with that.

So what to do you all think. Should the next relationship be either Buffy/Xander or Buffy/Angel – most votes I'll go with. But anyway, please review and let me know. Later!

Update: Chapter Six will bein titled 'Opposites Don't Always Attract'