Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy, Spike, or any of the characters. If I did, the season would be
continuing, and I would not be here writing fanfic. Also, anything *songs, lines* etc., from the movie Grease, doesn't belong to me.

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Based on the movie “Grease”, but mixed with ideas from my head. Also, it’s not the 50’s. William Zuko, or “Spike”, is the leader of the gang the Thunderbirds. Elizabeth Olsson “Buffy or Buffy D”, was Spike’s summer fling. They said their good-byes at the end of the summer, knowing that Summer Fling’s mean nothing. Or, do they?

AN: Thanks to my beta Mel! You’re the best! Also, I wrote this after seeing it performed live. I wanted to know what Buffy and Spike would do in the Grease world.


Grease

Prologue

‘Good morning my beach homies. The temperature currently is 76 degrees, going up to a high of 98 degrees. The current time is 9 AM, and the tide is high, with great surfing waves. Enjoy the day here on Hawaii’s Big Island. I’m DJ Sammy, and here’s a new hit from Britney Spears.’

“Oh god. Britney Spears. Turn that bloody thing off Buffy.” William “Spike” Zuko ordered the girl lying next to him, Elizabeth “Buffy” Olsson.

“But Spike, I like this song. It’s so romantic.” Buffy groggily told him, rubbing her eyes.

“It’s by a bloody git with fake tits. I don’t find that very romantic. I just find the thought making me really horny. Besides, it’s pop shmop. You need the real stuff. Punk.” Said the 18-year-old bleached blonde, Billy Idol reject, wonder.

“Punk is for people that don’t have homes.” 18-year-old Buffy responded. Her and Spike had met each other June 25th, when she walked into him in the lobby of the hotel they happened to share in Hawaii. Tomorrow, August 27th, Buffy was headed to Los Angeles, where she was going to be attending Hemrey High School. Spike goes to Sunnydale High School in California. Ever since a week after they first met in the lobby, Buffy had been staying with Spike in his room, instead of with her mother and little sister in their room. Spike and Buffy have had hot make out sessions, but haven’t gone any farther.

‘It’s going to be bloody hard to let this blonde angel walk out of my life tomorrow.’ Spike thought. “Punk is REAL music sweetheart. Maybe if you weren’t so bleeding stubborn you would listen to it and realize that.”

Buffy rolled her eyes. “Whatever.” She sighed, and turned off the radio. Yawning, she thought, ‘Please God. Don’t force me to separate from him.’ They have been inseparable since the day she moved into his room.

Her mother, Joyce, figured that there were worse things she could do, than sleeping in the same bedroom as Spike. She knew that Buffy was a wholesome and pure girl. There was no way that Buffy would have sex with him.

“So what are we doing today, luv?” Spike asked her, getting out of the bed, standing in front of her, clad in just boxers.

“I don’t know, maybe some quite time, on the beach?” Buffy asked.

“Luv, the beach has nearly a million bloody people, how are we going to get quite time?” He asked her, as he headed towards the bathroom to put on his swimming trunks.

“Well.” Buffy yelled to him in the other room as she sat up in the bed. “Do you remember that spot that we went at the first night we met? That cliff that looks over the beach? We could hang out on the beach there.” Buffy offered.

“Sounds great pet.” Spike told her, as he exited the bathroom in his red Billabong swimming trunks and a tight white tank top.

“Yay. I’ll go put my suit on, and we can grab some breakfast on the way out!” Buffy said, happy that he agreed.

*~*~*~*

20 minutes later, 2 bagels, one note to Joyce/Dawn, and a 5 minute car ride, Buffy and Spike were setting up their spot on their own “private beach.”

Buffy, wearing a blue halter bikini, with brown flowers on them and a white tube top cover up, was laying out the blanket as Spike set up the umbrella.

“This is nice.” Buffy commented 5 minutes layer, as she laid on the towel under the umbrella in Spike’s arms.

“It is pet. I’m just sorry it’s going to be ending so soon.” Spike said, depressed.

“Let’s just live in the moment Spike.” Buffy told him, as she turned to look into his eyes. She brushed her lips against his. “We’ll keep in touch. I promise.”

All day, Buffy and Spike played around on the beach. They laid in each other’s arms and talked, ran in the water, pushed each other in the water, made out, and built sand castles. They made the most of their day.

*~*~*~*

At 9 AM the next morning, Buffy, Dawn, and Joyce were boarding the plane in Hawaii to take them to their new home, Los Angeles.

“Let’s go Buffy.” Joyce ordered her, as her and Dawn paused at the gate waiting for her.

“But mom! Spike had to go run and get me something. He promised he’d be here to say goodbye!” Buffy whined, with tears in her eyes.

“Well, I’m sorry dear. But we have to go!” Joyce said, as she walked to her daughter, grabbed her by the arm, and led her through the gate.

As Buffy sat in her window seat on the airplane with Dawn next to her, and Joyce on Dawn’s other side, she looked down at the disappearing speck of the airport, and the whole Hawaii island.

“Goodbye Spike.” Buffy mumbled, as tears began to flow down her cheeks.

*~*~*~*

Spike ran through the airport like a madman. He needed to give Buffy his gift, before she left. “Buffy!” Spike yelled, as he ran through the airport.

He finally reached gate 578. Looking around the sitting area, he couldn’t spot his golden goddess.

“Excuse me.” Spike asked the lady at the desk by the gate. “When does this plane leave?”

“I’m sorry sir.” The lady told him. “It’s already departed.”

TBC!

 

Grease

Chapter 1

“Ugh, another year at Sunnydale High.” Cordelia “Cordy” Chase, main pink lady said annoyed, as she stepped out of her pink convertible with “Pink C” on the license plate.

“Yes, but this time, we’re seniors.” Anya Jenkins told her, stepping out of the car as well, followed by another one of their friends, Tara McClay.

*~*~*~*

“Oh lord, I’ve got Angel again.” Mrs. Lynch, the English teacher said, rolling her eyes,

“He’s been here longer than I have.” Mrs. Murdock, the auto-mechanics teacher, told her.

“It’s the first day of school and I already am wanting summer to come.” Nurse Wilkins said, walking up to the office desk, joining the conversation.

“How many days until Christmas vacation?” Mrs. Murdock asked.

“86.” Buffy told her, who was listening into the conversation as she waited by the desk for her schedule.

“86?” Mrs. Murdock turned to her and asked her.

“Yup.” Buffy said, popping the ‘p’. “I’m definitely counting.”

Mrs. Murdock groaned. “Those better be a quick 86 days dear.” She said, walking away.

“May I help you?” Principal Snyder said, walking up to the desk, on the other side, behind it.

“Oh, yes, this is my first day of school. I'm not really sure where I'm supposed to be.” Buffy told him. ‘Boy, he looks like a Nazi rat.’ She thought to herself. ‘Whoa, where did these horrendous thoughts come from?’

“Oh. Well, I hope you like it at Sunnydale High. You better not cause any trouble being a new kid. I like my school. I like order. I love when the two are together.” Snyder warned her.

“Yes sir.” Buffy responded politely, already afraid of him.

“Here’s your schedule, get to class. You’re late.” He ordered her, as the bell rang.

*~*~*~*

Spike walked through the hallways with Gunn, Angel, Xander, and Oz.

“Hey Jonathan! How are you doing?” Xander asked the nerdy boy with glasses, walking down the steps.

“Hi fellas!” Jonathan responded.

“Did you have a nice summer?” Gunn asked him. “Shake buddy!”

“OW!” Jonathan yelped, pulling his hand back from the handshake.

“Something wrong?” Gunn laughed.

Spike rolled his eyes at the immaturity of his ‘friends’. “Let’s go guys,” he ordered them, as they headed up the stairs to class.

*~*~*~*

“Good morning students.” Principal Snyder’s voice came booming over the intercom. “Welcome back to Sunnydale High. I hate having to have all of you back here again, but, it’s just the job of being principal of a school. Saturday will be our first pep rally of the year. Be there, or it’s detention for you all. Try out for sports, but don’t if you suck. If you suck, cheer at the games. Your money is great support. Oh, MTV will be coming to film a short documentary on a school this year, and will broadcast live from a dance we are having in the gym soon. Show the nation how great my students at Sunnydale High are. Do anything out of order, and you WILL pay the consequences. Now shut up, and learn.” Snyder ordered his students, sighing to himself, and turning off the intercom.

*~*~*~*

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Cordy and Anya sang, walking up to the outside lunch table in the courtyard the Pink Ladies always sit at.

“That’s such a great song. Whose it by?” Tara asked from her seat at the table, where Cordy and Anya joined her.

“Usher.” Anya told her.

“Hm. I’ll have to download it. Anyway, did you get a good look at Spike, Cordy? He’s looking mighty fine.” Tara told her.

“That’s so yesterday.” Cordy said, rolling her eyes.

“Yeah, or so tomorrow.” Tara giggled.

“Hey guys!” Willow said, walking up to the table and joining them.

“Hey Wills.” The girls responded.

“Go sit down.” Willlow told the girl with her.

“Who is this?” Tara asked, eyeing the girl that just sat next to her.

“This is, uh, Buffy Olsson.” Willow told the girls. “Buffy, this is Cordelia, Tara, and Anya.” She introduced them all. “Buffy just moved here from Los Angeles, California.”

“Oh, how are all those shoes?” Cordelia asked her.

“Fine, thanks.” Buffy responded.

“Anya, are those new glasses?” Willow asked her, as they all sat down and munched on their cafeteria lunch food.

“Yeah, don’t they make me look smarter? Or make guys want to give me more orgasms?” She asked. “They were on sale. I saved money.”

“You can still see your face Anya. You need bigger ones. Or more makeup.” Cordelia told her sweetly but only half jokingly.

“How do you like school so far?” Tara asked Buffy.

“It’s different. I don’t need to take a taxi to get there.” Buffy responded.

“Hey girls!” Harmony yelled to them, walking up to the table.

“Oh!” All the Pink Ladies moaned, excluding Buffy.

“Harmony Kendall. The wannabe Pink Lady. The cheerleader. The bad seed of Sunnydale High.” Cordelia informed her.

“Hi Harmony, how are you today?” Cordelia asked her, with phoniness in her voice.

“Great! You’re never going to believe what happened today,” Harmony said, with way too much happiness in her voice.

“Probably not.” Cordelia muttered.

“Well, they announced the nominees for head cheerleader. You’re never going to believe who was nominated!” She exclaimed. “Me! It’s just so amazing. I don’t know what I’m going to do! I hope I don’t make a fool out of myself!”

“We wish you the best of luck, right girls?” Cordelia asked the girls with a very fake tone to her voice.

“Right.” They all muttered in response.

“Oh my god! I’m such a ditz. I can’t believe I didn’t introduce myself. Hi! I’m Harmony Kendall. Welcome to Sunnydale High! I hope you’ll be at cheerleading tryouts! We’d love to see you there.” Harmony introduced herself to Buffy.

While Buffy and Harmony were getting introduced, Willow was talking to the Pink Ladies. “What do you think of Buffy, should we let her be a Pink Lady?”

Cordelia hesitated. “I don’t know. She looks to pure to be Pink.”

“Looks can be deceiving.” Anya stated.

At the same time, Spike and the T-Birds were over on the bleachers at the football field eating lunch.

“Hey Angel, you want a piece of salami?” Xander asked him.

“Nah, don’t want to smell like you.” Angel said, shrugging up the collar on his leather duster.

“I don’t know about you ladies,” Gunn teased. “But I want to hear what Spike did in Hawaii.”

“It was nothing guys.” Spike insisted.

“Aw, it was nothing. No chick, no nothing.” Gunn rubbed it in. “I bet my grandma got more action than he did.”

“Fine, fine. I’ll tell you about this girl.” Spike gave in.

Meanwhile, over at the Pink Ladies table, Buffy was telling them about her trip to Hawaii and the guy she met there.

“He was romantic.” Buffy sighed happily.

“I’m sure he was…” Cordelia pretended to agree, all the while rolling her eyes.

Summer Nights (Author’s note: This song stays the same, but other songs will be edited to fit the characters better.)

At the same time, Buffy and Spike burst into song.

[Spike]
Summer lovin' had me a blast
[Buffy]
Summer lovin' happened so fast
[Spike]
I met a girl crazy for me
[Buffy]
Met a boy cute as can be
[Both]
Summer days driftin' away, to uh-oh those summer nights
[Everyone]
Uh Well-a well-a well-a huh
[Thunderbirds]
Tell me more, tell me more
[Xander]
Did you get very far?
[Pink Ladies]
Tell me more, tell me more
[Anya]
Like does he have a car?
[Everyone]
Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh
[Spike]
She swam by me, she got a cramp
[Buffy]
He ran by me, got my suit damp
[Spike]
I saved her life, she nearly drowned
[Buffy]
He showed off, splashing around
[Both]
Summer sun, something's begun, but uh-oh those summer nights
[Everyone]
Uh well-a well-a well-a huh
[Pink Ladies]
Tell me more, tell me more
[Willow]
Was it love at first sight?
[Thunderbirds]
Tell me more, tell me more
[Angel]
Did she put up a fight?
[Everyone]
Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh
[Spike]
Took her bowling in the arcade
[Buffy]
We went strolling, drank lemonade
[Spike]
We made out under the dock
[Buffy]
We stayed out 'till ten o'clock
[Both]
Summer fling, don't mean a thing, but uh-oh those summer nights
[Everyone]
Uh well-a well-a well-a huh
[Thunderbirds]
Tell me more, tell me more
[Gunn]
But you don't gotta brag
[Pink Ladies]
Tell me more, tell me more
[Cordelia]
‘Cause he sounds like a drag
[Everyone]
shoo-bop bop, shoo-bop bop, shoo-bop bop, shoo-bop bop, shoo-bop bop, shoo-bop bop, shoo-bop bop, YEH
[Buffy]
He got friendly, holding my hand
[Spike]
While she got friendly down in the sand
[Buffy]
He was sweet, just turned eighteen
[Spike]
Well she was good you know what I mean
[Everyone]
Woah!
[Both]
Summer heat, boy and girl meet, but uh-oh those summer nights
[Everyone]
woo, woo, woo
[Pink Ladies]
Tell me more, tell me more
[Tara]
How much dough did he spend?
[Thunderbirds]
Tell me more, tell me more
[Xander]
Could she get me a friend?
[Buffy]
It turned colder - that's where it ends
[Spike]
So I told her we'd still be friends
[Buffy]
Then we made our true love vow
[Spike]
Wonder what she's doing now
[Both]
Summer dreams ripped at the seams,
bu-ut oh, those su-ummer nights....
[Everyone]
Tell me more, tell me more!

After the awkwardness of the singing was over, Tara told Buffy, “He seems like a great guy.”

“Oh he was.” Buffy said, daydreaming about his bleached blonde head, his leather duster, his gorgeous blue eyes that she could get lost in forever.

“He didn’t want anything from you? Sounds like a fag to me.” Cordelia said snootily.

“But he wasn’t. He loved me for me. He was a true gentlemen.” Buffy responded, annoyed.

“What was his name?” Cordelia asked out of curiosity.

“William, er, Spike Zuko.” Buffy responded, proudly.

“Well honey, I think you’ll see him very soon if you wish on a star hard enough.” Cordelia giggled, as the other girls also laughed.

“Really? I hope so.” Buffy responded.

TBC!
 

Chapter 2

“Oh, Buffy! I’m so glad you made the team!” Harmony exclaimed happily, while jumping up and down in the girl’s locker room.

“Me too Harmony. I can’t believe that I did.” She responded. Buffy really was in shock. She had the flexibility, and the strength, she just wasn’t very good at screaming and jumping up and down at the same time.

“You have so much skill Buffy, don’t be surprised.” Harmony told her, as the two dressed along with the rest of the squad.

Buffy put on her maroon and yellow uniform, and just looked down at herself. The skirt barely covered her ass, and the shirt allowed almost all of her midriff to show. It was more of a sports bra. Her tanned, muscular body looked good, but she was too pure to believe that.

“Harmony, I really don’t think I can do this pep rally.” Buffy stated, suddenly feeling very nauseous about showing her body in front of the school.

“Buffy you have to! We have like 5 minutes until it starts!” Harmony whined. “You’re one of the best members of the team!”

“But, are these outfits, too slutty?” Buffy asked, biting her bottom lip.

Harmony giggled. “No, they’re just what this squad needs. It will get people to come to the games.”

“Okay, if you say so.” Buffy responded. She grabbed her pompoms, and followed the girl’s out of the locker room to begin the pep rally.

*~*~*~*

“Hey Razorbacks! Hey, hey, hey Razorbacks! Hit it! We are the Razorbacks- one of a kind, we’re guaranteed to blow your mind. So turn around, touch the ground, get back up, shake your bootie, and boogie down!” The cheerleaders cheered, while doing a sexy dance. Buffy finished it off by doing back-handsprings in front of the squad.

The crowd was going wild. Everyone was on their feet jumping and screaming at the sexy cheerleaders. Anyone who did not know the “new girl”, Buffy, wanted to now, because she looked the hottest of them all.

Snyder took the stage. “SHUT UP!” His voice boomed through the speakers. “I’d like to welcome Coach Calhoun to the stage, to talk about this year’s football team!”
“Whose the best?” Coach Calhoun asked.

“Sunnydale!” Everyone yelled back.

“Well personally, I think in bed it would be Harmony.” Some dude screamed, after the crowd had quiet down.

Harmony just blushed from her place with the squad, sitting on the stage by the football players. Lead singer of the band Dingoes Ate my Baby, Devon, had yelled that. Harmony had only been with him 3 times! Which for her, really isn’t much.

While Coach Calhoun was all “Victory to Sunnydale this year!” Buffy was trying to make her own victory. A hot guy on the football team, sitting with them on the opposite side of the stage was eyeing her. He also seemed like the pure type. He seemed like a good boy from Iowa or something.

“Hi.” The boy mouthed to her.

“Hi.” Buffy mouthed back.

“What’s your name?” He mouthed to her.

“Buffy.” She mouthed and smiled. “Yours?”

“Riley.” He told her. “How are you?”

“Fine.” She smiled and blushed. Buffy looked down at her cheer shoes.

“And we’re gonna slaughter this year!” Calhoun ended his speech. The crowd roared their approval. The cheerleaders jumped up, and the pep rally officially began.

*~*~*~*

Spike leaned against his new car, an old Black DeSoto, that he has been saving up all of his money for, and just bought. He was smoking a cigarette and hanging with the rest of the Thunderbirds, watching the pep rally from afar. Of course, he wasn’t participating, he had a reputation to keep.

Xander and Gunn were currently goofing around, while Oz was strumming his new electric guitar inside of Spike’s DeSoto.

“Guys! Stop messing around. Be cool!” Spike ordered them, getting very annoyed. “Bloody hell, we have a bad ass reputation to keep.”

Angel came walking up, just arriving. “What the fuck car is that?”

“Mine.” Spike growled, stepping in front of him. “And it’s more than you got.”

“Shut up man.” Angel said, pushing him out of the way. “It’s a piece of junk.”

“Then I don’t want to see your overlarge ass or hanging forhead in it.” Spike growled.

“Fuck you.” Angel said, and flicked him off.

“And what were you just telling us about playing it cool?” Xander asked Spike.

“Shut up you whelp. Now that Mr. Broody is here, I can tell you all what I’ve been wanting to tell you.” Spike announced, tossing his cigarette to the ground, and stomping it out.

“And what’s that?” Angel asked, honestly curious.

“I’m going to LA. Dropping out of school here.” Spike told them.

“Haha, you’re funny.” Oz said from his spot in the car.

“I’m not kidding, wolfboy.” Spike said.

“Why Zuko?” Gunn asked.

“My girl from this summer is there.” Spike told them.

“He wants more sex. Just get Harmony or Cordelia. One of them will give it to you.” Angel said. The rest of the guys laughed.

“Yeah.” Spike said, acting like he agreed. ‘But they aren’t Buffy.’ He silently added to himself.

*~*~*~*

“Buffy!” The Pink Ladies called to her, and waved her over.

“Oh hey girls.” Buffy greeted them. “What’s up?”

“Not much Buffy. You were great out there.” Willow told her.

“I was so nervous.” Buffy replied.

“No really, you were great.” Willow assured her.

“You were.” Cordelia added, anxious to tell Buffy her surprise.

“Thanks.” Buffy thanked them.

“Welcome, now, us girls have a surprise for you.” Cordelia told Buffy, grabbing her by the shoulders and leading her towards the parking lot, away from the increasing bon fire. “By the way, you look gorgeous.”

“A surprise? For me? And thank you.” Buffy said, following Cordelia. She really did look to die for. From her cheer uniform, to her golden locks down and curling around her shoulders.

The Pink Ladies all walked in front of her, with Willow hanging on to her arm behind them. She was hidden, but from what, she didn’t know.

Willow made sure Buffy’s lipstick was perfect, and poofed up her curls a bit.

The girl’s kept walking, to where Buffy couldn’t see, when she suddenly heard Cordelia say, “Zuko, we got a surprise for you.”

“From the Pink Ladies?” Spike said, clearly shocked. “It can’t be worth shit.”

“I beg to differ.” Cordelia said, as her and the ladies stepped aside to reveal Buffy.

“Bloody hell! Buffy, luv!” Spike said, racing towards her and kissing her lips in a bruising manner.

“Spike!” Buffy exclaimed, when they came up for air. “I thought I’d never see you again.”

“Never say never pet.” He informed her, brushing a lock of her hair out of her face. “I thought you were going to Hemrey up in LA.”

“So that’s why he wanted to go to LA.” Gunn whispered to Angel as they watched the scene unfold in front of them.

“My mom got the opputunity to open her own art gallery in Sunnydale. So she came here to own one, instead of being just a staff clerk.” Buffy told him.

“Oh luv, this is bloody fantastic.” Spike told her, kissing her again.

“Zuko.” Angel said, finally getting annoyed, and deciding to put an end to it. Guy code: he was getting way too horny watching this.

“Oh, right. Buffy, these are the Thunderbirds. Angel, Xander, Oz, and Gunn. Guys, this is the girl I met this summer in Hawaii.” Spike did the introductions.

“She looks to pure to be your girl.” Xander stated the obvious. “And why is she hanging out with the Pink Ladies? She’s too pure to be one of them! Though, she does look awfully sexy.”

“Too pure to be Spike’s girl?” Buffy questioned, pulling out of his embrace. “What’s that mean?”

“He isn’t the guy you thought he was sweetheart. He’s a big player, and sleeps with almost every girl he meets.” Cordelia said, walking up to “comfort Buffy”.

“No you’re lying!” Buffy yelled through tears. When Spike didn’t deny it, Buffy screamed at him. “I’m sorry I ever laid eyes on you William Zuko! You have too sharp of cheekbones, too gorgeous of blue eyes, and ugly hair!” With that said, she ran off in tears, leaving Spike to look after her in shock. He wasn’t who she thought he was, but he wasn’t who the gangs thought he was either.

TBC!
 

Chapter 3

“I’m not so sure Willow. The girl’s don’t really like me.” Buffy said cautiously.

“Of course they do. Now get in the car, you’re going!” Willow ordered giving Buffy her famous “resolve face”.

Buffy hesitantly got in the car. Willow was picking her up to take her to a sleepover at her place. Willow wanted her to join the Pink Ladies, to comfort her from her encounter with Spike.

“Fine.” Buffy said as she buckled herself in. “As long as you have chocolate.”

“Plenty of it.” Willow smiled at her, and drove off.

*~*~*~*

“Hand me a damn cigarette.” Cordelia told Tara, as she was filing her nails.

“Oh, I want one too.” Anya said. Xander loved them, and she had her eye on Xander. She wanted to do whatever she could to impress him.

“Buffy, you want one?” Willow asked her, snatching the pack and taking one for herself. “You just have to be careful, I don’t want everything in my room smelling of this stench.” She opened the window to her room.

“Oh, no it’s okay.” Buffy turned down the offer.

“What? Do you like, not smoke?” Cordelia asked her.

“I did, this summer, but not anymore.” Buffy declared.

*~*~*~*

Flashback

“Spike, why do you always have to smoke those stupid things?” Buffy asked him, wrinkling up her nose in their room in Hawaii. “They’re going to kill you.”

“Well pet, as long as you’re the last person I see, I’ll die a happy man. Besides, they’re sexy.” Spike told her.

“They are?” She asked, wanting to be “sexy” for him.

Raising an eyebrow, and being surprised that she seemed interested, he responded, “Yeah, it just turns me on when girls smoke them. Only occasionally though, like I do.”

“Oh.” Buffy said, looking at the ground. “Can I try one?” She muttered.

“What was that luv?” He asked her, clearly knowing what she had said, but wanting her to say it again.

“Can I try one?” She asked, looking up at him with puppy eyes.

How could he resist those? “Sure thing princess.”

Spike pulled one out of the box and handed it to her. She held it like she had seen him do, so many others do, and people in movies do. Spike reached in his pocket for his lighter, and lit it for her. “Now pet, you suck on it, then you exhale it out. It’s that simple.”

“Okay.” Buffy said. She sucked in on it, and inhaled, coughing up a storm.

Spike was at her side in an instant patting her back. “Oops, I’m sorry luv. I forgot to tell you, you aren’t supposed to inhale unless you are used to it.

But, over the summer, Buffy got the hang of it. When Spike was out or somewhere else, Buffy would smoke to get the feeling of him there.

*~*~*~*

End of flashback

Now, it was just too hard on Buffy to smoke. She missed Spike too damn much.

“So, how about we spice up this party?” Cordelia asked, as she walked across them room towards her bag. By saying this, she pulled Buffy out of her thoughts.

“Whatcha got Cordy?” Tara asked her, looking up.

“Some Miller Lites. Less calories and less carbs.” Cordelia said, pulling out her six pack.

“Oh, gimme!” Anya said excitedly. She loved beer.

“Me too.” Willow said. “But you know, you really shouldn’t be on the Atkins diet. It could kill you.”

“Yeah, and so could smoking and drinking but I still do it.” Cordelia informed her, rolling her eyes. “And calm down. There’s a beer here for everyone, and an extra!”

“Oh. Don’t worry about me. I don’t want one.” Buffy shook her head.

“What, don’t smoke and don’t drink? You must be daddy’s little girl.” Cordelia commented, and laughed at her, along with the others.

“No. It’s just that my dad was an abusive alcoholic. He left my mother, my sister, and me when I was little. I don’t drink because of that.” She answered as she tried to keep her voice calm. She ran into Willow’s bathroom slamming the door behind her. Her sobs could be heard throughout the room.

“Damn. You have to be that harsh Cordy?” Tara asked her.

“It’s not like I knew!” Cordelia defended herself.

“Whatever. I’ll go see if she’s okay.” Willow told the girls, getting up and knocking on the door to her bathroom. “You alright in there Buffy?”

“Go away.” Buffy sniffed. “Just give me a minute.”

“I’m sorry.” Willow said, as she went back to the group and sat on her bed.

‘I miss Spike. Boy do I wish I was still with him.’ Buffy thought to herself, only sobbing harder.

“She makes me want to barf.” Cordelia stated. “She’s such a goody-goody.”

[Cordelia]
Look at me, I’m Buffy,
Lousy with virginity.
Won’t go to bed,
Till I’m legally wed.
I can’t I’m Buffy!

Watch it! I’m not just a good lay,
I wasn’t brought up that way.
Won’t come across as a slut or a whore,
Can’t, I’m such a bore.

I don’t drink.
[Tara]
No!
[Cordelia]
Or swear.
[Anya]
Oh!
[Cordelia]
I don’t rat my hair.
[Willow]
Ew!
[Cordelia]
I get ill from beers. *makes barfing noises*
Get your slimy hands off my underpants,
Or I might just burst into tears.
*looking at a picture on the wall*
As for you Shane West,
I know you want the best,
But you’ve got your crust,
I’m no object of lust.
I’m just, plain Buffy.

Usher, Usher, let me be,
Keep your jewels, far from me.
Just keep your cool,
You’re starting to drool.
Hey, guess what, I’m Buffy.

Buffy claps from her spot, leaning on the doorframe of the bathroom. “You enjoy making fun of me Cordelia?”

“Some people are just too touchy.” Cordelia states, looking slightly embarrassed.

“I knew this was a mistake. Half the stuff you said, you don’t even know the truth behind, or if it’s real. You barely know me. But whatever, I’m out of here.” Buffy informs her, staying calm. She then grabs her bag, and leaves Willow’s house.

“Buffy! Wait!” Willow called after her, but she was already gone.

TBC!
 

Chapter 4

Buffy walked out the front door, towards the swing-set on the side of the house. As she sat down on the swing, she sighed.

Guess mine is not the first heart broken,

my eyes are not the first to cry I'm not the first to know,

there's just no gettin' over you

Hello, I'm just a fool who's willing to sit around

and wait for you

But baby can't you see, there's nothin' else

for me to do I'm hopelessly devoted to you

But now there's nowhere to hide,

since you pushed my love aside I'm not in my head,

hopelessly devoted to you

Hopelessly devoted to you,

hopelessly devoted to you

My head is saying "fool, forget him",

my heart is saying "don't let go"

Hold on to the end, that's what I intend to do

I'm hopelessly devoted to you

But now there's nowhere to hide,

since you pushed my love aside I'm not in my head,

hopelessly devoted to you

Hopelessly devoted to you,

hopelessly devoted to you.

Buffy smiled sadly to herself as she got off the swing and started walking down the driveway. She only lived about 3 blocks away, and wasn’t too afraid to walk in the dark.

*~*~*~*

“…and then you got to use the toilet. And later on you scratch like hell.” Oz, Xander, and Gunn sing in unison.

“Will you shut up you freaks?” Angel growls to them from his passenger seat in the DeSoto.

“Make us.” Gunn taunted.

Spike slammed on his breaks in the middle of the road, then bashed his hands against the steering wheel. He saw Buffy begin to walk down the Rosenburg’s driveway.

“What got up your ass bleach boy?” Xander asked Spike.

“Nothing whelp. I changed my mind, let’s get out of here.” Spike told the gang.

“Hey, what do you mean?” Oz spoke up finally.

“What do you mean, what do I mean wolf boy?” Spike questioned.

*~*~*~*

“What was that noise?” Tara asked, as she looked up from painting her nails.

“Sounded like screeching tires.” Anya responded, happy that she knew an answer.

Willow walked to her bedroom window and looked out of it. She saw Buffy beginning to walk down the driveway, then she noticed a black DeSoto stopped in the middle of the road. “Oh, it was just the Thunderbirds.”

“Really?” Cordelia asked with an anxious tone to her voice. She dropped her Teen People magazine and raced to the window. ‘I wonder if Angel is with them.’ She thought. Everyone knew that she had her eyes set on him, except for Angel of course. Oh, and Cordelia being the ditz that she is, didn’t know that everyone else knew.

*~*~*~*

“Hey, whose that hot blonde chick?” Xander asked, eyeing a girl walking down the driveway.

“Buffy you dumbass.” Gunn said, slapping him on the back of the head. “Why don’t you call her?”

“Buffy, where for art thou Buffy?” Xander called.

“SIT DOWN!” Spike said, pissed.

“Shut up you idiots.” Angel hissed.

Spike inwardly cringed, hoping Buffy didn’t hear Xander. He looked up and seemed to make eye contact with Buffy, who was standing in the road at the end of the driveway. ‘Oh, she heard him.’ Spike thought.

“Come on, let’s just get out of here.” Spike said, as he switched the gear to reverse, all the while never breaking eye contact with Buffy.

*~*~*~*

“What the hell are you doing?” Willow questioned Cordelia as she saw her putting her shoes on.

“I’m going to go get my kicks why I’m still young.” Cordy said as she exited Willow’s room.

“Angel.” Tara, Anya, and Willow said in unison.

*~*~*~*

“Hey look, it really is Buffy, and she’s heading this way.” Oz pointed out, with no emotion.

“Come on, let’s go help a lady in need Spike. Offer her a ride like a proper gentleman.” Xander ordered him.

“Where’s a gentleman?” Gunn questioned.

“Hardy har har.” Spike said. Sighing, he switched gears to drive, and drove up beside Buffy. “Need a ride my lady? Your chariot awaits.”

Buffy looked inside of the full car, and noticed there was really no room for her. “No thanks. You seem to have a full bunch. I’ll just walk.” She said, as she began to walk away.

“Xander, Gunn, Oz, get your asses out. Angel, you live right across the street, go get your car and drive them somewhere. I have a lady to escort home.” Spike ordered.

“What, choosing her over your gang? Something is wrong with this picture.” Gunn mumbled.

“NOW!” Spike yelled.

The four guys got out of the car, and Buffy hesitantly took the passenger seat. “Just please, we don’t need to talk. I appreciate the ride, but just take me home.” Buffy politely told Spike.

“Selfish chit.” Spike muttered, as he drove off towards Buffy’s house with the directions she gave him.

*~*~*~*

Cordelia made her way out of the house. She looked down the street. “What the hell?” She questioned out loud. “They’re gone? Ugh, my night is ruined.”

“CORDELIA!” Xander yelled from Angel’s driveway across the street. He waved for her to come join them.

Cordelia noticed him and the guys and smiled. “Maybe this night won’t turn out so bad after all.” She grinned as she strutted her stuff over to them.

TBC!
 

Chapter 5

“Thank you for the ride Spike.” Buffy thanked him, as she opened the car door and made her way out of the car.

“Buffy wait!” Spike yelled after her. He was hoping to at least talk to her and explain things, but she was already gone. ‘Bloody chit isn’t goin’ to lemme explain myself.’ He sighed as he drove off, not even bothering to see if she made it inside okay.

*~*~*~*

“Ohhhh Cordelia. Yes, oh oh.” Angel moaned. Him and Cordelia were having a heavy make-out session in the backseat of his new car on a cliff top. It was a popular make-out place. He hadn’t told the guy’s about it yet. It was stored in his garage. It was beat up and plain out a piece of junk. He found it in the junkyard and figured that he could fix it up. After all, the engine was in it, and it was still drive-able.

“Angel. Oh, Angel.” Cordelia moaned back.

“Oh…”

“God yes.”

“Ohhhhh….”

“More!”

The two sat up in the backseat for air.

“You have something?” Cordelia asked him.

“Do I have something?” He laughed at that question. “Of course I have a condom, who do you think I am? Jonathan?”

He reached into his wallet and pulled out a wrapped condom. He began to unwrap it.

“My 25 cents insurance policy baby.” Angel told her.

“Wow, big spender.” She said, kissing his jawline.

“What the fuck?” Angel swore. It broke in his hand.

“What….oh.” Cordelia said, noticing what happened. “How could it break?”

“I bought it in the seventh grade.” Angel told her.

“Damn.” Cordelia swore.

Suddenly, a car rammed into the back of Angel’s.

“What the hell?” Cordelia asked, turning around to look out the back window. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“You’re parked in a no parking zone, dumbass!” Parker screamed at them. He was the leader of the rival gang the Scorpions.

“This whole thing is a no parking zone asshole!” Angel yelled to Parker.

“Really?” Parker taunted.

“Yeah!” Angel clarified. “And you’re going to pay for the damage!”

“I’ll give you seventy-five cents for the whole thing, and your chick!” Parker offered. His laugh could be heard as he drove off, with his girlfriend Amy next to him.

Cordelia let her jaw drop to the floor, as Angel flicked him off.

“Well that was uncalled for.” Cordelia finally said breaking the awkward silence. “Now, where were we?”

*~*~*~*

“Woah, Angel, what do you have here?” Gunn asked him, as Angel drove his beat up car into the school automatic shop. It was a white punch buggy.

“I found this in the junkyard. It worked, so I figured why not make it a class project?” Angel responded.

“Yeah, it sure is a piece of junk.” Spike laughed, lighting up a cigarette.

“Yeah you’re right Spike. It is the only car that can actually make your DeSoto look good.” Angel snarled back.

“Ladies break it up.” Oz told them.

“Anyway, I was planning on racing this against Parker up at Thunder Road.” Angel told them.

“Cool man. But Parker has a kickass car. Yours looks like shit.” Xander said.

“Well, we’ll have to fix that, now won’t we?” Spike growled, dropping his cigarette to the ground and putting it out with his big black boots.

“What do you have in mind Spike?” Angel asked.

Spike shrugged off his black duster and began to sing.

(Author’s Note: I don’t know much about cars, so this song has to stay the same.)

Why, this car could be systematic

Hydromatic

Ultramatic (whoo!)

Why, it could be Greased Lightnin' (Greased Lightnin')

We'll get some overhead lifters and four-barrel quads

Oh, yeah

Angel

Keep talkin', whoa keep talkin'

Spike

A fuel injection cut-off and chrome-plated rods

Oh, yeah

Angel

We'll get her ready, I'll kill to get her ready

Spike

With a four-speed on the floor, they'll be waitin' at the door

You know that ain't no shit, we'll be gettin' lots of tit

In Greased Lightnin'

T-BIRDS

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

Spike

Go, Greased Lightnin', you're burnin' up the quarter mile

T-BIRDS

Greased Lightnin', go, Greased Lightnin'

Spike

Go, Greased Lightnin', you're coastin' through the heat lap trial

T-BIRDS

Greased Lightnin', go, Greased Lightnin'

Spike

You are supreme, (ah-ah), the chicks'll cream, (ah-ah), for Greased Lightnin'

T-BIRDS

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

Spike
Purple French tail-lights and thirty-inch fins

Oh, yeah

T-BIRDS

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Spike

A Palomino dashboard and duel muffler twins

Oh, yeah

T-BIRDS

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Spike

With new pistons, plugs and shocks, I can get off my rocks

You know that I ain't braggin', she's a real pussy wagon

Greased Lightnin'

T-BIRDS

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

Spike

Go, Greased Lightnin', you're burnin' up the quarter mile

T-BIRDS

Greased Lightnin', go, Greased Lightnin'

Spike

Go, Greased Lightnin', you're coastin' through the heat lap trial

T-BIRDS

Greased Lightnin', go, Greased Lightnin'

Spike

You are supreme, (ah-ah), the chicks'll cream, (ah-ah), for Greased Lightnin'

T-BIRDS

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

[honk honk]

Spike

Go, Greased Lightnin', you're burnin' up the quarter miles

T-BIRDS

Greased Lightnin', go, Greased Lightnin'

Spike

Go, Greased Lightnin', you're coastin' through the heat lap trials

T-BIRDS

Greased Lightnin', go, Greased Lightnin'

Spike

You are supreme, (ah-ah), the chicks'll cream, (ah-ah), for Greased Lightnin'

ALL

Lightnin', Lightnin', Lightnin'

Lightnin', Lightnin', Lightnin',

Lightnin', Lightnin', Lightnin’

Spike jumped down from the hood of the car. “Come on ladies, let’s get to work.”

“Yeah!” Angel agreed.

“Let’s roll.” Xander added.

TBC!

 

Grease

Chapter 6

“FUCK YOU!” Angel yelled at the Scoprions as he flicked them off. They were taunting them as they drove down the neutral ground near the Bronze. It was a burger joint, where there was also plenty of dancing and fun.

“Spike man, they’re asking for it. We should so beat their asses. Hell yeah, I will when I race at Thunder Road.” Angel told him, as they walked towards the entrance of the Bronze.

Spike was twirling his cigarette between his long and slim fingers. “Yeah man whatever.” He said with a sigh as he dropped it to the ground and stomped it out.

“What’s hangin’ man? Still hooked on that chick?” Angel asked him after he noticed the way he was acting.

“Come on mate. It was just a dumb broad. I’m not hooked up on no one you bloody poof.” Spike quickly covered.

“Yeah, I was just thinkin’ you were dude.”

“Get inside you git, and don’t think so bloody much.” Spike ordered, pushing his bulky ass inside.

“Whatever bro. That’s cool.” Angel chuckled, walking into the Bronze ahead of Spike.

~~~

“Hey Guys!” Xander called from the Thunderbirds normal table when he spotted Spike’s bleached white head walk through the door. “Over here!”

“Hey!” Angel greeted them.

“Whelp, it’s our normal table. Do you really have to make a show and wave us over?” Spike asked exasperated.

“Screw you Spike.” Xander attempted to insult him.

“Nah, only your mom whelp.” Spike came back, as he sat down while throwing his pack of Marlboros on the table.

“Okay, meetings in session.” Angel began, as he pulled out a cigarette from Spike’s pack.

“Hey mate. Don’t take the merchandise!” Spike said, slapping his hand away.

“Gimme your Zippo Spike, I want a fucking light.” Angel bossed out.

“Fine man, here.” Spike said, giving him a light.

“Okay ladies, I’ll start.” Oz began, interrupting them. “Last year, I heard that the cops had Thunder Road staked out when they heard about a drag race. Everyone there, spectators included got hauled into the department.”

“Great, cause no one’s going to catch Grease Lightnin’, so why should I care?” Angel asked.

“Really man, you don’t think anyone will catch you?” Gunn asked.

“Hell no. Have faith man.” Angel told him, patting his back. “Right Spike?” Angel asked him, looking to him for agreement.

Spike didn’t hear a word that came out of his mouth. He was too busy watching Buffy dancing with that nancy boy Riley, dressed in a sexy spaghetti strap dress, letting him feel all over her. ‘Bloody hell! She has to be doing it on purpose! She never let me do this to her!’ He growled inwardly.

~~~

Cordelia was coming back from getting a coke at the bar, when she spotted the Thunderbirds at their normal table. They were all talking and laughing, being the normal idiots they were, except for Spike. He was looking rather depressed and staring off into space. She followed his far-out gaze, and saw him watching Buffy get freaky with Riley.

Cordy decided to walk over to the table. Sipping her coke, she asked Spike, “Something bothering you Zuko?”

That he seemed to hear. “Bite me Cor.”

“Can’t. I’m on a low-fat diet.” With that, she walked away giggling, towards the Pink Ladies table.

Spike just glared at her back as she walked away. “I don’t know what’s up with chicks. Why the hell did they get invented?”

“Sex.” Angel answered like it was just casual talk.

“If that’s true, what do you do for the other 23 hours and 45 minutes with them?” Gunn asked.

“Is that really all it takes? 15 minutes?” Xander questioned.

“Mate, get a girlfriend.” Spike told him, slapping him on the back of the head.

“I’ve tried.” Xander muttered under his breath.

~~~

“Let’s go back to the table Buffy.” Riley proposed when the song ended.

“Okay, but I think I’d like a soda.”

“I’ll get you one.” Riley offered.

Buffy was about to sit down and agree, but she saw the Thunderbirds at their normal table by the bar.

“No that’s okay Riley. After that dance, I need to wind down. I’ll get it.” Buffy told him. “Would you like one?”

“Yes sure.” Riley grinned at her, handing her a 10 dollar bill.

Buffy smiled at him sweetly. ‘Boy this guy is boring. This date with him is nothing like my time with Spike at the beach.’ She turned away from him and made her way to the bar.

On her way, she walked past the Thunderbirds table, strutting her stuff. Angel’s legs were in her way, and she put her hands up in the air, as a motion of “get out of my way”. He looked at her, then at Spike, and hesitantly moved his legs. But, he also gave a wolfish whistle her way.

Buffy made her way to the bar and ordered two cokes with lime.

“I’ll be right back.” Spike told them.

He made his way over to Buffy at the bar like a predator stalks its prey.

“Spikey! Blondie Bear!” Harmony said to him, stepping in front of his path to the bar and wrapping her arms around his muscular stomach.

“Listen you bint, I can’t talk to you right now.” He growled at her, grabbing her arms around him and freeing himself.

“But, I thought after that one date, you loved me.” Harmony pouted.

Spike looked her straight in the eye and told her, “I love syphilis more than you.” He left her standing as he walked past her and continued towards Buffy.

“Call me!” Harmony yelled after him.

~~~

“Hey Buffy.” Spike greeted her, finally reaching his destination. He leaned against the bar and ordered a coke from the bartender.

“Hello Spike.” Buffy politely greeted back.

“That was a um, nice dance you put on out there.”

“Glad you enjoyed the show.”

“Listen Buffy, can we talk?”

“I don’t know, Riley is waiting for me.” Buffy answered, as the bartender finally gave her the drinks. She started to walk away from Spike.

“Listen pet.” Spike began. “Just give me a minute will you?”

“Fine. Speak.” Buffy told him.

“What they told you, it was. Well, it was true. But not as much of it as you think. I used to take a girl out almost every night before I met you. It was because my girlfriend, who I thought was the love of my life, Druscilla fucked me up royally. She got me into drinking and drugs, and it just wasn’t good. She eventually had to go to prison, but not before she broke up with me. I was heartbroken love. At first I didn’t look at another girl again. But then, after I noticed I had these good looks, and all of them thought so, I started dating again. Nightly. It was a different girl each time. I always took her back to my place, but each time, I sent her away as soon as we go to the door. I couldn’t go through with sleeping with her. You changed me this summer luv. Whether you let yourself know it or not, I’ve changed. And it’s because of you. For you. I haven’t dated another bloody girl since this summer! I can’t even look at them the same and not think of you!”

Buffy just looked at him speechless with tears in her eyes. Here she was dating a bulky Riley, when she could be dating a great man.

“Luv, now would be the right time to say something.” Spike interrupted her thoughts.

“Spike, what you said, it was romantic. Sweet even, but Riley is such a simple person. He’s not into gangs, smoking, drinking, or a different girl every night if he gets into a fight with his girlfriend or breaks up with her!” Buffy told him.

‘That’s right, play hard to get Buff.’ She mentally coached herself

A look of pure hurt flashed across Spike’s features, but you had to be looking hard to catch it, because it was quickly covered by anger. Spike began to see red. “Too bad his brains are in his fucking biceps!”

“Jealous are you Spikey?” Buffy asked, amused.

“Don’t make me laugh. I would never be jealous of Captain Cardboard.” Spike informed her.

“Good. Because right now, he’s with me.” Buffy told him, as she began to walk away.

‘Come on Spike, come after me. Stop me.’ Buffy silently ordered him.

“Luv wait! I can be what you need!” Spike yelled to stop her. He grabbed her arm and spun her around to face him. He took the cokes from her hands and placed them on the bar. He turned around again to face her, and pulled her flush against his body.

“This is what you need.” He told her, gazing into her eyes, and pressing his erection into his body.

“Spike, I-I can’t.” Buffy began to explain why she wouldn’t sleep with him.

Spike shut her up by crashing his lips to hers in a passionate yet deep kiss.

When the two blondes finally came up for air Buffy grinned at him. “Oh, that. Yeah, I guess I could get used to needing it.”

~~~

Meanwhile, Riley was watching the show. “That Peroxide Boy isn’t stealing her from me. Not when I worked so hard to get her.”

TBC!
 

Chapter 7

“Miss. Do you want your drinks?” The bartender questioned Buffy, pulling both her and Spike out of their fantasy world and back into reality.

“Oh! Riley! Yes sir, I would thank you.” Buffy said hastily, shrugging herself out of Spike’s embrace. She turned to the bar and grabbed the two drinks. With them in hand, she began to make her way back to the table where Riley was seated.

“So that’s it luv?” Spike called to her. “You just tease me and it’s over?”

“Spike-,” Buffy began turning around.

“No luv, I don’t want to hear it. Walk out of my life again.” Spike interrupted with a sigh.

“Would you shut up you stubborn dopehead.” Buffy calmly told Spike, using force.

Spike looked at her surprised, but then obliged to her rules.

“Now, as I was saying. I’m not a rude girl. I’m here with Riley, I’m going to finish being here with Riley to be polite. This will be our first and last date. Spike, maybe we can start something up again. I don’t know.” Buffy informed him as she turned to make her way to the table she shared with Riley.

~~~

Getting to the table, Buffy placed the drinks down. “I’m sorry. The bar is packed and the bartender is slow, so it took a while.” Buffy lied.

“Oh. Thank you.” Riley thanked her, grabbing his soda and taking a big gulp. “I thought it was because you were making out with Spike.”

Buffy looked up at him wide eyed, angry with herself for doing this to him, and angry that I saw. “Riley, I’m sorry. I can explain.”

“No, I think the kiss did enough explaining.” Riley said angrily.

Buffy got up out of her seat and walked over to him. “Riley-,” She began.

“NO BUFFY!” He screamed angrily getting up. “Is this what you think is right? I was wrong about you. I thought you were different than other girls. I thought you were something special. And I thought you liked me.”

Buffy’s eyes filled with tears at the tone of hurt in his voice. She began to backaway from him, honestly frightened. She backed right into the rock hard abs of a Spike Zuko.

“Hello Captain Cardboard.” Spike greeted him. He had heard the commotion from his table with the gang, and felt like he needed to save the damsel in distress.

“Get away bleach boy.” Riley ordered him. “This doesn’t concern you.”

“Well then who does it concern mate?” Spike asked.

“Me and my girl.”

“She’s not your girl. I don’t see your name all over her.” Spike told him with venom in his voice.

“That could be arranged.” Riley said, stepping face to face with Spike, except for the fact that Riley’s taller.

“Guys! Stop!” Buffy yelled, stepping in between them to force them apart. “Riley, it’s been a great date up until now. But Spike and I had something this summer, and I think we still have it.”

“No Buffy. I’m not giving you up without a fight.”

“Riley, I don’t like fights.”

“Not the violent kind of fight. Maybe a challenge.” Riley proposed.

“RILEY! I want Spike-,” Buffy began.

“It’s alright luv. I think I can handle whatever Riley has to offer.” Spike interrupted. “What do you propose?”

“A sports qualifier. Coach Calhoun puts you on a sports team, you get Buffy. He doesn’t I get her.” Riley offered.

“Do you guys get that I’m not some prize to be won?” Buffy asked. The guys shook their heads without breaking their stare-down. “Good. Cause I think this idea works out fine.”

“Me too.” Spike agreed. He then shook Riley’s hand.

“Starting tomorrow.” Riley said.

The two guys then went their separate ways, leaving Buffy to have to get a ride home from Harmony.

~~~

The next day, Spike walked with Coach Calhoun throughout the school gym. He had a cigarette in hand, listening to the Coach ramble off all the sports he could do.

“Okay, let’s start with the first rule. Cut it down to two packs a day, alright?” Coach Calhoun asked.

Spike looked at him questionally, then threw his cigarette to the ground and stomped it out.

“Now, which sport are you interested in. How about the rings? I need more competitors for that. Do you like the rings?” He asked Spike.

“Yeah, I just installed some a while back.” Spike told him.

Coach Calhoun shook his head and sighed. “Well, the, er, first thing we have to do, er, is, er, you have to change.”

“I know. I’m here to do that. To change. Oh, and to win over a girl.” Spike infromed him.

Coach Calhoun looked at him like he grew two heads. “Son, I meant you have to change your clothes into the gym uniform that you seem to never wear in class.”

“Oh.” Spike said. “Can I borrow one? I don’t think I have mine.”

“Figures.”

~~~

Coach Calhoun and Spike walked their way the basketball courts outside. Spike was dressed in his red tank top that said ‘Sunnydale High’ and his white mesh shorts.

“Alright fellas! Listen up!” Coach Calhoun screamed at the basketball team as he blew his whistle. “I would like to introduce a new man Spike. Let’s give him a tryout, huh?”

The team snickered. They found it hysterical that their class bad ass was trying out for the basketball team, to become a jock that he so loved to tease.

“You better watch it mates.” Spike warned them.

After learning that he HAD to dribble and HAD to put the ball in the basket, Spike thought he knew how to play.

Spike was guarding the guy with the ball, and suddenly out of know where, he gave him a right hook into the stomach hard, knocking the wind out of him.

Coach Calhoun loudly blew his whistle.

“What did I do?” Spike asked, confused.

“Is he kidding? Damn.” One of the players said, as they all burst out laughing at Spike’s stupidity.

~~~

Coach Calhoun took Spike next to the wrestling mats. “I think you will like this sport son. Lots of violence.”

Spike grinned at that. “My middle name.”

“So, I’d like you to meet your wrestling partner. Spike, Kakistos. Kakistos, Spike.” Coach Calhoun introduced them.

Spike raised in eyebrow as in a question of “are you serious?”

Coach Calhoun blew his whistle. “C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon. Alright, come on, let's start, huh? Let's get in the first position. Spike, you get down. Okay, now Kakistos, get down.”

Coach Calhoun blew his whistle. “Ready? Okau? Hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it. Come on. Spike, you gotta try. You gotta try, try. Come on.” Spike was down in an instant. He couldn’t seem to outdo this fatass. “Alright, Kaksistos, let's change positions. You get down. Come on. Alright, ready?” He asked, blowing the whistle again.

The two boys faught it out, but Kakistos used all of his weight to hold Spike down on his back on the mat. “Give?” Kakistos asked him.

“Yeah.” Spike replied.

They both got up, and Spike gave Kakistos a punch in the face.

“Oh! He’s a hitter!” Coach Calhoun realized. “Out to the baseball field we go!”

~~~

“I think you’re gonna like baseball. It's not that much of a contact sport. Now, get in there and let’s see what you can do. Alright? Throw the ball. Come on, let’s play.” Coach Calhoun told his team.

Spike, now clad in a baseball uniform and hat, stepped up to the plate with his bat in hand.

“Where would you like it huh? Underhand pitch the best?” The pitcher taunted Spike.

“Come on, let’s strike this guy out.” The catcher told the pitcher.

Spike immediately got two stikes, without even swinging.

“See, this guy can’t bat.” The catcher said. “He swings like a rusty gate!”

“Come on. A little better. Keep your eye on it.” Coach Calhoun tried to tell him.

Spike smiled wide, as he hit the ball hard. It went rather far off to the side.

“FOUL BALL!” The umpire yelled.

Spike turned around, grabbed the umpires face mask, pulled it, then flung it back to smack him in the face.

“SPIKE!” Coach Calhoun yelled to him. Spike threatened to hit all of the players with the bat. “Put the bat down!”

Spike obliged hesitantly.

“Phew! Now, there’s a lot of other sports that don't have any contact at all.” Coach Calhoun informed Spike.

“Yeah. Like what?” Spike asked.

“Track.”

“You mean like running?” Spike asked with disgust in his voice.

“What, do you just like running. I mean, something that, that needs endurance. Something that needs stamina. Like long-distance running. Cross-country running.” Coach Calhoun responded, trying to make it sound as good as he good.

“That could work.” Spike said.

“Thank god.” Coach Calhoun mumbled, as they made their way to the track.

~~~

“Hey come on! Keep those legs high! Faster Spike, faster!” Coach Calhoun yelled to him.

Spike was out running in the blistering heat back in his gym uniform. He spotted Buffy sitting with Riley in the bleachers. Trying to impress, Spike ran faster with unhuman like speed. He jumped the hurdles with ease that were in this way. On the last one though, his shoelace looped around the hurdle, and he fell smack on his face on the track.

“Oh shit.” He grunted. His whole body ached and he knew Buffy and Riley just saw him fall too.

TBC!!
 

Chapter 8

“Oh no! Spike!” Buffy exclaimed as she watched Spike fall, jumping up from where she was sitting next to Riley to go see if Spike’s okay.

Buffy ran her way to where he was laying face down on the track, Riley not far behind her.

“Spike! Are you alright?” Buffy asked him, concern evident in her voice.

“Mmmmm….” Spike moaned, his vocie muffled.

“Spike, turn over, look at me.” Buffy commanded.

Spike obliged and rolled over onto his back.

“Spike you’re bleeding!” Buffy told him, the horror in her voice.

“I’m fine luv, really.” Spike assured her, looking up into her green eyes,

“No you’re not, you’re bleeding over your eyebrow.” Buffy said, tracing her finger around the blood.

“Well then I’ll get a nice scar.” Spike muttered, getting up to his feet.

Just then, Riley arrived on scene with Coach Calhoun.

“Way to go blondie. Looks like you just can’t cut it as a jock.” Riley told him, grabbing Buffy around the waist and pulling her body flush against his.

Spike as about to speak, but Coach Calhoun beat him to it. “I beg to differ. Spike, you’ve made the varisty track team.”

Spike shook Coach Calhoun’s outstretched hand, and watched as the older man turned on his heel and left the two boy’s alone with Buffy.

“Well mate, it seems that I get the girl.” Spike informed him. Turning to Buffy who shook herself out of Riley’s embrace, he asked, “So are you going to the dance?”

“It depends.” She responded.

“On what?” He questioned.

“On you.”

“Me?”

“Yeah.”

“Well Buffy Anne Olsson, would you like to go to the dance with me?” Spike asked her politely.

“I’d love to.” She responded as they embraced.

“What about me?” Riley asked, still standing there and watching this PDA display with discust. “I can’t believe you would choose ‘I’m a psycho murder wannabe bleached jock boy’ here over me. Come on Buff, wouldn’t you rather go to the dance with me?”

“Sorry Riley, but I have a date.” Buffy told him politely. “Come on Spike, let’s go get that cut of yours cleaned up.”

“Gladly.” Spike told her, pulling her flush against him and kissing the top of her heard, all the while his eyes never leaving Riley’s.

Spike linked his fingers with hers, and hands together, they left the field and headed towards the clinic. But of course, Spike got his cocky grin in first to Riley.

“Fucker.” Riley muttered, as he headed towards the cheerleaders to ask one of them to the dance.

TBC!
 

Chapter 9

The sound of the phone ringing made Buffy’s head jerk up from its location on her desk, atop of her books. “Ugh, do you people have to bother me while I’m doing my homework.” Buffy mumbled. She rubbed her eyes groggily, trying to wipe the sleep away. She turned her bedheaded head towards the clock, and saw the bright red digits that read 8:24 pm. “For god sakes everyone should be out at this time on a Friday night!”

She hasitly picked up the phone on the forth ring before the answering machine could pick up. Her mother was out of town on some business trip and her little sister Dawn was with her.

“Hello?” Buffy answered with a raspy voice. Apparently she hadn’t been awake long enough for it to return to normal.

“Morning sunshine. Did I wake you, luv?” A british voice questioned from the other end.

“Nah, I was just doing my homework Spike. What do you want?”

“Homework. Bloody hell woman it’s a Friday night!”

“Yeah well I’m home alone and I have nothing better to do.”

“Home alone? I know some thinds we could do, pet.” Buffy could practically here the smirk in his voice and his talented tongue running over his front teeth. ‘Did I just think his tongue was talented? Ew.’

“Pig.”

Spike chuckled at that. “Well I wasn’t thinking that, but if you want-.”

“NO!” Buffy hastily cut him off. Regaining her composure she asked, “What did you have in mind?”

“Want to go to the bronze with me luv?” Spike asked her. Luckily most of the gang was going to the movies tonight, so Spike figured they wouldn’t be seen.

“Well, I am doing my homework.”

“Okay. You do your homework and miss an opportunity to go out with this good looking Brit.”

“Fine you convinced me, Mr. Conceited.”

“Haha, great. I’ll be at your house in 5.”

Buffy smiled, but it soon fell when she looked down at her Yummy Sushi pajamas she had already put on. “Make it 30 and you’ve got yourself a-.” Buffy began, but didn’t finish since she had no idea what it was.

“Date.” Spike finished for her.

“See you then.” Buffy smiled.

“Ta luv.”

Buffy hung up the phone and groaned. “What am I going to wear?”

*~*~*

Spike drove up to Buffy’s house and put the call to park. He started to honk, then realized he wasn’t picking up the guys. He got out of the car, walked up to the door, and rung the doorbell.

A minute or so later, Buffy opened the door, ready to go.

Spike’s breath hitched in his throat. “You look smashing luv.” Spike complimented her.

“Thanks.” Buffy smiled, as she accepted his arm after locking the door. She was dressed in a green dress that brought out her eyes. It was spaghetti strap, did wonders to her clevage, had a slit up the side, and it fell to just above her knees. What was exposed left little for the imagination. Buffy wasn’t such an innovent Buffy anymore. She had black heels on, and a little black purse. Her makeup was done stylish but light, and her hair was curled softly, and it flowed freely down her shoulders.

Spike, letting his inner gentleman come out, opened the passenger door for Buffy, and helped her into the car. He trotted around the car, got inside, and sped off towards the Bronze.

*~*~*

Spike payed the bouncer Buffy and his cover fees, and together they entered. As they walked into the dark club with music blaring, Spike noticed Xander on the dance floor making a fool out of himself as usual with his dancing style.

“Buffy.” Spike yelled over the music to get her attention. “How about we go somewhere else?”

Buffy followed his gaze to the dance floor where the gangs were dancing up a storm. She knew they were going to the movies and figured they must have came her afterwards.

“Why?” Buffy asked, realizing why Spike invited her here, and hoping to get a truthful answer out of him.

“Because, uh…” Spike stammered. “I was hoping we could go somewhere quieter.

“Oh, you mean, get away from your friends and not let you be seen with me? I figured out why you invited me here Spike.”

“No, luv.” Spike corrected her, turning to look into her eyes. “It’s just that, I know you don’t like the way they tease you, and that you don’t want to be around them.”

“Spike, it’s fine. They are your friends, shouldn’t they be able to handle you being with me?” Buffy asked.

“I hope so.” Spike said, as he took her hand and quickly guided her to a table under the stairs in the shadows.

TBC!
 

Chapter 10

“So what will it be, handsome?” The gorgeous looking waitress asked Spike as she walked up to him. She was small, with brown hair and brown eyes. She totally ignored Buffy as she asked that question. Her waitress uniform left little thought, and it left her clevage hanging out. She was all over Spike.

“Well, Kennedy.” Spike began, reading her name off of her nametag. “I will have-,” Spike tried to order before he was interrupted.

“We’re on a date here.” Buffy’s jealous voice broke the two out of their semi-trance. “And I’ll just have a coke.”

“Yeah, you heard the little lady.” Spike smirked, eyes gleaming. “I’ll have a coke, flowering onion, and some spicy chicken wings.”

“Oh that sounds good, make it a family size, I’m sharing with him.” Buffy added in a hostile tone with a death glare. It was enough to send Kennedy off in a huff. “What was that about?” She asked Spike.

“Nothing luv, I was just ordering.”

“So her breasts help you order?”

“Jealous are you?”

“Argh, no.” Buffy finally gave in with a sigh. “Let’s forget it.”

“Don’t worry pet, I only have eyes for you.” Spike assured her. “And are you sure you want this kind of food?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Buffy asked, eyeing his uncertain look.

“Cause that tiny little body of yours can eat all this food?”

“You know, you look funny.” Was all that came out of Buffy’s flustered brain.

~ ~ ~ ~

“Hey there, how ya doing Zuk?” Angel asked, sneaking up behind him and scaring the shit out of him.

Buffy just giggled, and she noticed Cordelia come up behind Angel and put a hand on his shoulder. “Hey Cordy, how have you been?”

“Peachy keen, jelly bean.” Cordelia responded, obviously annoyed to have to talk to these two.

“Cordy you have a couple of dollars? We can split some fries.” Angel asked as he pulled a large table to join the smaller table for two where Spike and Buffy were sat.

“My feed Angel days are over.” Cordelia muttered.

“Then I guess you plan on stayin’ home a lot.” Angel backfired.

“And watch you brood? You’re out of your mind.” Cordelia bit back before they met for a brief, yet sloppy kiss.

“Greetings pals and gals!” Xander said, coming up to the table with Gunn, Oz, Tara, Willow, and Anya. “I cannot believe I just said that. I feel like I’m stuck in a damn 50’s movie.”

“I got 2 dollars, anyone want to chip in for a pitcher of coke?” Gunn asked.

“I don’t know where all my money goes. I love my money. I give you a dollar here, and two there, with promise of interest, and you never give it back! I love my money!” Anya whined.

“Well pretty soon Willow here will be able to take us all out, won’t you Willow? Dropping out of High School to skip straight to doing research and studying at NASA.” Oz stated.

“That’s right!” Anya beamed happily.

“Well you know, sceintists don’t get paid much to start out with.” Willow muttered.

“Yes, they have to invent something first.” Tara added.

“So, that’s still more than we make. Ante up, I don’t get allownace till Friday.” Xander ordered her.

“You still get allowance?” Gunn asked in shock.

“Only if I’m a good boy.” Xander shot back, immitating a child’s voice.

“Hey waitress!” Oz called out. “A pitcher of coke with four glasses.”

“And a basket of fries!” Angel quickly added.

“Here you are, enjoy.” Kennedy stated, smiling at Willow as she put the trays down. She left quickly and quietly after that, when she noticed Buffy staring at her like she was about to kill her.

Cordelia pulled out her powder case with a mirror and stared at her neck. “I’ve got so many bite marks that people are gonna start thinking I’m a peper.”

“Cheer up. A bite mark from Angel is like….a hallmark card. When you care enough, you send the very best.” Angel defended himself with an added wink. He then took a handful of fries, dipped them in ketchup, and shoved them into his mouth.

“Ew, you’re a pig.” Cordelia exclaimed, clearly grossed out.

“Aw, I love it when you talk dirty.” Angel said with food in his mouth. He reached over to grab her head and pull her mouth to his.

“EW!” She shrieked, moving out of his grasp. “You have french fry hands! Don’t touch me with those!”

Angel set back down and snickered.

~ ~ ~ ~

“Spike.” Buffy’s voice pulled him out of his stupor on watching his best friend and his…girlfriend?!

“Yeah princess?” He turned to look into her eyes.

“My mother wants to invite you over for hot chocolate on Sunday. Will you come?” Buffy asked politely.

“As long as you have those little tiny marshmellows to add to it.” Spike offered.

“Course, there’s no other way to drink it.” Buffy smiled.

Spike then caught the shocked looks of the other people at the table. “Scratch that. I don’t really like hot chocolate.”

“You don’t have to drink it, just come over.” Buffy’s voice rose with every word.

“I don’t really like mom’s.” Spike chuckled as well as a few of the others did.

“You would mine.” Buffy pouted, knowing that he was putting on a show and hating every second of it.

~ ~ ~ ~

“Want some?” Xander offered to Anya a handful of french fries.

“Yes please. Mmm.” Anya sighed happily, enjoying the taste and the sexy, well muscled man feeding her.

“You sure are a cheap date.” Xander told her. “Well, I didn’t mean it the way it came out, sorry.”

“It’s okay. I just love my money and don’t like to spend it on pointless things. I understand.” Anya responded.

“I always thought that. I thought you were an understanding person.” Xander said, swallowing the fries remaining in his mouth.

“I am.” Anya beamed with pride that someone noticed her for once.

“I also think there’s more to you than just your outrageous sex talk and your money.” Xander attempted to complient her.

“Thanks.” Anya thanked him.

“Your welcome. Do you have a date for the dance-off?” Xander asked, subconciously tensing for fear of her objection.

“Not yet.” Anya answered.

“Wanna go with me?” He proposed.

“Yeah!” She exclaimed happily.

~ ~ ~ ~

“Oh n-no. I’m g-gonna be a se-senior forever. I have to g-go home and study for that dumb a-algebra test to-tom-tomorrow.” Tara stuttered, getting up to head home.

“You’re in luck sexy. You have an arm to escort you home.” Gunn told Tara.

“It’s not your arms I’m worried about Charles. It’s your hands.” Tara sniped.

“She loves me!” Gunn exclaimed as he followed Tara to the exit.

“You coming Willow?” Oz asked, as he got up to leave too.

“No thanks. I think I’ll hang around a bit longer.” Willow answered.

Oz nodded his head in acceptance, then to the rest as goodbye, and left with Tara and Gunn.

“Ugh, this food sucks. And it costs too much money. At least we could go to McDonald’s and use the dollar menu.” Anya whined. “Wanna come with me Xander?”

“Sure.” Xander agreed.

“Hey Xander!” Angel yelled.

Xander turned around to acknowledge the question when Angel told him, “15 minutes!”

Xander regarded that with throwing a french fry at him, and Angel just burst out laughing.

~ ~ ~ ~

“You know, Spike, I’m kind of nervous about the dance-off. Maybe they dance differently here.” Buffy hesitantly stated.

Cordelia and Angel sarcastically laughed at that. “Yeah, because LA is only sluttier.” Angel finally gasped out.

“Come on, lets get out of here luv.” Spike offered, grabbing her hand and pulling her from the table, heading towards the exit.

“See you later Zuk.” Angel said.

“Bye Willow.” Buffy waved.

“Bye Buffy!” Willow responded.

~ ~ ~ ~

“OH GREAT!” Angel roared. “I get stuck with the fucking check again. Give me money.” He demanded of Cordelia.

Cordelia looked at him, the surprise evident in her face and her jaw on the floor.

Angel noticed her facial expressions. “Okay, what is it with you tonight? Yiou have the personality of a wet mop.”

“Don’t start with me.” Cordelia snapped at him.

“Oh, sure, fine,okay, Eureka. How about I finish with you, huh?” Angel stated.

That was Cordelia’s last nerve. “FINISH THIS!” She screamed, grabbing the pitcher of coke and throwing the remains onto him. “To you from me Pinky Lee. Sorry Willow, it was an ugly dress you were wearing anyways.”

With that said, she stormed out, the steam coming from her ears, and her face the color of a cherry.

TBC!

 

Chapter 11

Willow let out a sad moan, as she grabbed napkins off the table and started to dab at the spilt coke on the table and her lap.

“No use crying over spilt soda.” Kennedy informed Willow, coming up behind her with a groan. She really hated her job. Bending over, she started to clean up the floor.

“I’ll be fine. Just need a shower.” Willow let out a small smile.

“It’s almost time for this joint to close. We just kicked out the drunks from the bar.” Kennedy announced.

“Do you mind if I stay a little longer, Kennedy?” Willow asked, as she continued to wipe up the soda on the table.

“Suit yourself.” Kennedy said, standing up and stretching out her back.

Willow let out a sigh of relief, as she took off her wet gloves that were covering her hands.

“WOW!” Kennedy exclaimed.

“What?” Willow asked, curious.

“I hate to tell you this, but you’re hands look like an Easter Egg.

Willow looked at her confused, then looked down at her pinkish red hands that she had covered with gloves earlier. “Oh. I had a little trouble today with beaker solutions. Actually, I had a little trouble today with all of my research. NASA sure wasn’t what I thought it would be when I checked out the brochure.”

“Being a waitress isn’t either. Word of advice: nothing ever is. Don’t judge a book by its cover.” Kennedy told her, as she began to walk towards the kitchen.

“Well, I quit. How do you think I would be as a waitress?”

“Clumsy.”

“Oh.” Willow whined, sitting down, looking scared. “Maybe I could be a dancer! No, I don’t think I’m outgoing enough for such a bold maneuver. I wish I had a guardian angel.”

“If you find one, be sure to give him my phone number.” Kennedy ordered her with a wink as she walked off.

Willow sat on a barstool leaning with her back against the bar, deep in thought, as the lights to the Bronze started to go off. Next thing she knew, her guardian angel was standing right in front of her.

Your story's sad to tell
A teenage ne’er-do-well
Most mixed up non-delinquent on the block

Your future’s so unclear now
What’s left of your career now?
Can’t even get a trade-in on your smock
(la, la, la, la)

(la)
(la, la, la)
(la, la, la)
(la, la, la)
(la, la, la, la, la, la)
(la, la, la, la, la, la)
(la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
NASA dropout
No graduation day for you
NASA dropout
Missed your midterms and flunked solutions
Well, at least you could have taken time to wash and clean your clothes up
After spendin’ all that dough to have the doctor fix your nose up

Baby, get movin’ (Better get movin’)
Why keep your feeble hopes alive?
What are you provin’? (What are you provin’?)
You’ve got the dream but not the drive

If you go for your diploma you could join a steno pool (laa ...)
Turn in your gloves and go back to high school (la, la, la, la, la)
(la, la, la, la)
(la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
NASA dropout (NASA dropout)
Hangin’ around the corner store
NASA dropout (NASA dropout)
It’s about time you knew the score

Well, you couldn’t discover anything, you think you’re so smart (ooh ...)
But no one would fire you, they didn’t have the heart(ooh ...)

Baby, don’t sweat it (Don’t sweat it)
You’re not cut out to hold a job (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Better forget it (Forget it)
Who wants to hire a slob? (ooh, ooh, ooh)

Now, your bangs are curled your lashes twirled but still the world is cruel (ooh ...)
Wipe off that angel face and go back to high school (ooh ...)

Baby, don’t blow it
Don’t put my good advice to shame
Baby, you know it
Even dear Abby’d say the same

Now, I’ve called the shot, get off the pot, I really gotta fly (aah ...)
Gotta be goin’ to that malt shop in the sky

NASA dropout (NASA dropout)
Go back to high school
NASA dropout (NASA dropout)
Go back to high school
NASA dropout (NASA dropout)
Go back to high school (aah ...)

Willow looked at her angel like he was the smartest guy in the world. ‘I think I just might take his advice.’ She thought as she glanced at her watch. Noticing the time, she figured that she was ready to head home.

~$~$~$~

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