This was taken from the Idea factory at Spuffy Archive.

Idea: This is another fic I posted once before, I would like to see a fic based on the movie concept (not movie) Lucky 7. If you have never seen or heard of this movie its on Fox Family. Basically the idea goes that when Buffy Summers is seven years old her mother is really sick (you decide how) and when Buffy asks her what she will do without her her mother shows her by drawing out a timeline. See tells her that when she is 9 she will go to camp, that she will run for class president and that she will have 7 boyfriends. As Buffy grows up she finds that her mothers timeline works just as it was set up. Only problem is that Buffy meets the perfect guy (Riley or Angel) and he is only number 6. So she decides to pick an interum boyfriend (Spike) to be number 6 so that (Angel/Riley) would be number 7. The problem is that love never comes on schedule and Buffy finds herself falling for the wrong guy. This is the idea now with the perfect author this story could be amazing.
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I warn you now, this isnt betaed, and I havent seen the movie. So I hope do it justice.


7 Lucky Men.
Chapter One: Why Seven is my Lucky number

Seven seems to be my lucky number. I was eight when my mother died. Which means that I was seven during the last year I got to spend with her. My mom was wonderful. I may feel that because I never had to go through those angsty years with her. You know those years where mother and daughter cannot get along and most conversations end in screaming or tears. Since she died before I got to that stage, all the memories I have of her is of laughter and love.

Anyway. Back to the number seven and why it is my lucky number. I was seven when my sister was born. I met Dorothy Hammel on June 7th 1997. She is the only other woman I ever looked up to. I wanted to be just like her when I was a kid. At least before my mom died. I was a seventh grader when the first guy asked me to be his girlfriend. (More on him later)

But the main reason for the number seven being my lucky number. It kinda goes back to my mom. See she knew she was going to die. It was cancer. She was perfectly healthy then all the sudden she started having some monster headaches. By the time she went in to have it checked out the cancer was all over her body. One day we went to the park. We played on the swings for about an hour, and then too tired to move, we just sat there. She told me that she was dying. None of that “mommy is going away and you have to be brave” shit. Just her telling me the truth. She has cancer. She was dying. And I had to make sure my dad and my sister were taken care of. Looking back now, I understand why neither of us cried. We both knew that I would shed millions of tears for the loss of my mother.

I just looked her in the eyes and asked how I was going to grow up into the person she always said I would be. So we went home and she pulled out a piece of paper. On it she wrote out a long list of things I would need to know.

Things about my first period. How to make sure I got the right bra size. What to do in case of a spider bite. How to deal with my father meeting a new woman and marrying her. What would happen if he were to die also.

And the most important one; the boyfriend list.

My mom wrote that I would have my first boyfriend not long after I made it to junior high. (Due to too many students I spent my sixth grade year at the Sunnydale elementary.) So she was right. Pike Monroe was in my civics class. He asked to borrow my notes one day and when he gave them back, he left a note inside asking if I would be his girlfriend.

We broke up two weeks later because he was moving back to LA.

The funny thing about the list wasn’t just that she had the timelines right. It was the fact that she had the guy’s right. Not the names or anything, but the personality traits. Sometimes she even had certain appearances right.

For example. She said that my second boyfriend would be sensitive. Owen loved poetry. We met my freshman year at Sunnydale high. Unfortunate he also had a weird fascination with death. So I had to get rid of him.

My mom said my third and fourth boyfriends would want to want to go farther physically than I would be ready for. She was right. Scott Hope and Parker wanted way more than I was ready to give. I mean I was only a kid. I knew that sex wasn’t something I needed to get into at the time. Too much pressure. She was also right when she said I would date one of my exes again. Scott Hope was the love of my jouirner year. After his sister found out she was pregnant the realization that it can happen on the first time, with a condom, made him realize that he wasn’t ready for that kind of commitment. We decided that we would wait. If we were still together for senior prom we would make love then. Because we would be married soon after anyway. But I knew that Scott would not be the one for me. He was only boyfriend number three, well and five.

Mom said my seventh boyfriend would be everything I ever wanted in a man. And that would be what he would be. You know, A MAN. Mom knew he would be older. Wiser. Handsome. She even said I would know from the first time I met him, that he was perfect.

The amazing thing is that I have met him. And he is everything I ever hoped he would be. Angel is perfect. Warm, sensitive, strong, handsome, built, beautiful, and ok I had better stop there. Cause I can go on and on about the wonderfulness that is Angel. I even love his name. Of course there is a catch. See I am suppost to have seven boyfriends. And number seven is the one for me.

The only problem with Angel is that Angel is number six.

I know, I know, I shouldn’t worry about it. Cause how could she have known. I mean it is just a number. Really when it comes down to the one you want to spend your life with what difference does a number make.

A lot. See it all goes back to the list.

Age eight; come in top five in the spelling bee. I studied my little ass of for that one. And where did I finish? Number five.

Age nine. Teach Dawn how to walk. At nineteen months, I couldn’t keep her in one room.

Age ten go to camp, I may have influenced Dad a little on that one but still.

Age eleven, have my first period. It happened one month before my tweth birthday.

Age thirteen get my first crush. Riley Finn may never have looked at me twice, but who would blame him, I had those braces that year.

Age fourteen first boyfriend. Hence Pike. I could keep going. The list was pretty long.

I know I am a twenty one year old woman, who isn’t prone to whimsy, I understand that the reason I hit all those goals because it was something I could do for her. I worked hard for that spot in the spelling bee. I drove my dad insane with pleas for summer camp.

But the thing is I didn’t flirt with Pike. And yea, I did with Owen, but still. I didn’t ask him out, he asked me.

I was thinking it would be Pike that came back. We stayed in contact even after he moved to LA. I had this image in my mind that he would send me a letter, like the one he tucked in my notes saying he couldn’t live without me and that we would be able to work out the long distance romance. In all the letters he never once mentioned it. I never would have guessed that Scott would catch me in the parking lot after school one day and tell me what had happened with his sister, and how he understood that sex wasn’t in the plan for me at the moment. But that he still wanted to be with me.

See the thing about number six is that he was suppost to be the one that broke my heart so completely. He would basically rip my heart and soul into so many pieces that I would think I would never be able to come back from it. But Angel would never do that to me.

Angel would cherish my heart. He would love me so completely inside and out. I know this. And I know that I love him.

I love Angel, and I know that if he doesn’t love me now, he will.

Which is why I had to say no when he asked me out. I have trusted my mother on so many other things, and she has been right about them all. So I have to trust her on this also. Because this is the big one. This is about the one. THE ONE.

Maybe there is something I have to learn about number six. Mom gave me more details on number six than any other guy. She said he would be wild. He would drive me crazy. He would be bad, and yet kind. Mom said that with six I would feel like I couldn’t spend a second without him. I don’t know if she was trying to warn me on this one or what. But I know that I have to find number six before I can even think about dating Angel.

So what do you think? You know anyone who will drive me wild and break my heart? Cause I really want to find him and find him fast.”

Buffy took a drink from her wine glass and looked over at Willow. She smiled at the slack jawed look on the redheads face.

“Well? What do you think? Can you find me a man who will break my heart?” Willow moved her mouth, but no sound came out.

“If she can’t, I am sure I can.” A voice purred from behind her left ear. Buffy swiveled in her barstool. The bronze was crowed tonight so Willow and Buffy found refuge at the bar. It was convent because the bar tender would automatically refill their drinks. It was bad because, as Buffy was finding out, everyone who walked to the bar could hear them.

The blond narrowed her eyes and glared at the man before her.

“You could find me a guy like that.”

The man lifted his hand towards her hair. Once he had a good grip tangled in her locks, he pulled her forward towards him. “Goldilocks, I am that man.” Buffy’s protest was muffled as his lips attacked hers.

A/N I just want to thank Zeta for helping me on this chapter and on chapter 3, which should be finished today. And also Jenna my new wonderful beta! Also thanks to Nicky for a review that made me giggle with happyness. You made my day Nicky!

Also for the confusion of the number six and seven in the last chapter. Buffy know that number seven will be her real love. She hopes that seven will be Angel. But Six is the one who she will learn the most off of. And she has to find number six before she can live a happy ever after with seven.



CChapter 2 Entertaining fate



Spike was bored. No one seemed to understand his need for entertainment. Maybe he was just conceded but sometimes he just wanted to sit and be entertained by everyone around him. But then again, who wouldn’t want to just be entertained? So when he walked into the club, Spike first went to the bar and grabbed a drink. Normally sitting at a bar would be the last place he would stay, to stay comfortable one would have to have his back to the crowd. But tonight…….ah tonight, Spike heard something that kept his ears attuned. Not his eyes. Her back was to him. Her voice was harsh from too many drinks. Her head, full of blond hair that had to come close to her ass, shook as she told her tale to a wide eyed redhead.

He became enraptured of her tale of loss and hope. He was surprised of the way she spoke of her dead mother. What kind of woman could speak of her mother’s death so…so unflappably? So coolly. As though the death wasn’t what mattered it was the words she left behind. When she came to her dilemma Spike almost chuckled. So far from what she had said, her mother was right on so many things. How could she play with the fates that way?

There was one thing in life that Spike believed in. And that was dead woman don’t lie.

"Maybe there is something I have to learn about number six. Mom gave me more details on number six than any other guy. She said he would be wild. He would drive me crazy. He would be bad, and yet kind. Mom said that with six I would feel like I couldn’t spend a second without him. I don’t know if she was trying to warn me on this one or what. But I know that I have to find number six before I can even think about dating Angel.

So what do you think? You know anyone who will drive me wild and break my heart? Cause I really want to find him and find him fast."



Spike’s words surprised even himself. "If she can’t, I am sure I can."



"You could find me a guy like that."

"Goldilocks, I am that man." Spike found himself reaching for her before he realized. Her hair felt like silk against his hand. He kissed her. He didn’t have time to explore her mouth in a way that Spike felt those lips deserved. Looking at her from behind, he knew she had a nice body. She was a little shorter than his normal tastes. A little blonder. A little less manicured. A little less woman, if he were being honest.

But… and he knew she had a nice butt, from her story Spike knew she could provide a few days, maybe even weeks of entertainment. Which was why Spike was happy to note that she was indeed a beautiful woman. He wondered briefly if she would be just as gorgeous when she wasn’t scowling. Maybe he would take the time to find out.

Spike did chuckle at that. Which only made her frown harder.

"And what was that for? Is my life funny to you?" He noticed she had green eyes. Spike wondered if they were fake. He was sure the hair color was. But since platinum blond isn’t his natural color who was he to complain?

"Silly little girls are quite funny to me. But tell you what." Spike reached into his black duster and pulled out a pen. He wasn’t sure why he had placed it in his pocket. Spike never carried a pen with him. Grabbing her hand, Spike saw her fingernails were short. This was a girl who was full of function and form. They were painted a pale peach. No nonsense, but a little girlish. He found himself liking that. Spike bowed his head, and gave each finger tip a small kiss. Hardly even touching his lips to each one, before carefully licking her palm. As his tongue caressed the skin, Spike eyes held hers. While she was trying to compose herself, Spike wrote his name and number under the wet line his tongue left behind.

Before she could protest, Spike was off the stool and throwing cash onto the bar. "Xander!" He called to the bar tender. "The next round for my new girl and her friend are on me." He turned to the blond. "What is your name, pet?"

She didn’t want to answer. She wanted to wipe her hand on the nearest napkin, and tell him to go to hell. She opened her mouth to say just that. "Buffy."

Damn.

He smiled. Buffy was pulled into his eyes as though she was pray facing her greatest foe. "Well, Buffy. Tell you what. I think I could be a great number six. So when you’re ready to." His tongue pushed on his front teeth. She couldn’t seem to take her eyes off his mouth. She was trapped. "To learn all you can from me, give me a call."

And then he was gone.

Buffy glanced at her hand. 7 numbers and 7 letters.

William

555-1542

"Ok I think that was the strangest pick up line I have ever heard." Buffy turned on her bar stool. Willow still had a smack glued look on her face. "I feel like I should be saying ‘Who was that masked man’." Buffy felt her nod in response.

It was too unreal…… too surreal…. too real.

She looked at her hand one more time.

Seven numbers

Seven letters

Didn’t that mean something?

Chapter 3


Buffy spent an hour trying to wash off the black ink that was staining her hand. One whole hour. Or at least three minutes. But it was a long three minutes. She was hot. Hot and bothered. And she didn’t want to admit it. A strange man in a bar gave her his number in the tackiest manner, and……and…. and hot-

FUCK! THE WATER IS HOT!

Buffy pulled her hand from under the faucet, and swiftly stuck the edge of her palm in her mouth. Buffy stared at the numbers on her hand. Up close they seemed to mock her. She could almost see the numbers and letters dancing around chanting “call him, Call him. CALL HIM”

“I CAN’T” she yelled. The yell was promptly followed a foot stomp and frustrated sigh. “Well, I could. But I just met him tonight. And what kind of loser calls a guy after the first time they met. I should wait a few days.” She walked into the kitchen area, “But the longer I wait the longer it is till I can get my heart broken and move on to Mr. Perfect Angel” Using her remaining good hand, Buffy reached for the first aid kit above the refrigerator. “Ok maybe I should keep this in the bathroom like all normal people.” She said as she realized she was too short to get the kit. “Oh and maybe I should stop talking to my self. Cause that is just a little to psycho.”

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“So have you called him?” Willow was jumping up and down in her seat. A sure sign someone had given her caffeine.

“Him? The bleached freak at the bar?”

“Yup him.” If Willow didn’t stop bouncing, Buffy was going to have to tie her to the chair.

“Nope”

That did it. Bubbly Willow was no more. “Why not. He was cute.”

“Umm Wills? I thought you were all lezbo now.” Buffy asked smiling.

“Lezbo? Did you just say that?” Her eyes were wide, shocked by her friend.

Buffy’s smile was nothing but coy. She knew that when Willow finally admitted to being gay, she hadn’t been as supportive as she should have been. Inside, Buffy knew that Willow was the same person she always was. But it was like suddenly, Willow had changed everything and nothing at the same time. It was hard to understand that Willow in love with a woman was the same as the Willow in love with a boy.

It was just weird and slightly embarrassing. Buffy hated to have these thoughts and feelings, but if she were being honest to herself Buffy freaked when she found out a lesbian had seen her nude. “Yea, I think I am finally getting used to the idea. I just didn’t really know how to react. It was like all the sudden I didn’t know you anymore. It was like, if you were hiding this so well, then what else were you hiding. But I think after the shock wore off. I realized that you are still my best friend. Which was confusing in itself. I mean. I love you. And in a way I don’t even know you. I thought I knew you better than myself. And then to find out that you……..well, that you weren’t what I thought it was like, maybe you weren’t really my best friend either.”


“Oh God! No!” Willow grabbed Buffy’s hand and held it tightly. “We are. I am.” Willow dropped her hand, and pushed herself out of her chair. “Buffy, you are the most amazing best friend ever. I mean…. I am sorry I waited so long to tell you. I just…. Well… I didn’t really understand myself. I didn’t understand that what I was feeling was even real, let alone, something I needed to talk about with you. Or anyone really. I thought I could just go about being Willow and not have to deal with my sexuality. I am so glad that things… I mean, I didn’t expect it either. I mean, I thought I was straight. And if I wasn’t straight then I could just pretend.” Willow suddenly dropped back into her chair. A wistful smile on her face. “And then I met Tara, and all the sudden gender didn’t matter anymore. I just,” She shrugged her shoulders. “I just fell.”

Buffy felt stray tears fall from her eyes. That was what she wanted. To just fall. Brushing them away she smiled and said. “Ok enough sappiness before we start really, crying and feel the need to grab Steel Magnolias.” Buffy wiped a stray tear from her eye. It felt so good to finally tell Willow her feelings. “Tell me all about her.”

“Even better. Why don’t you come over this weekend. We can hang out and get to know each other. You know nothing fancy just us.”

“Count me in.”

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