Title: Better Than Chocolate (AN: Title is based on song by Sarah McLachlin called "Chocolate" or better known as "Icecream")
Author: Sita
Summary: AU. Buffy Summers, almost 16, is a die-hard fan of the top selling group: 'The Dingoes Ate My Baby', but what does she do when she learns that her mother's boyfriend is the lead singer William 'Spike' Giles' dad? And what will happen when Joyce announces the Giles' will be moving in?
Rating: PG-13....for now....
Distribution: Want. Take. Have. Just tell me where it's going first, and PLEASE give me the credit.
Disclaimer: So I'm sitting on a hill overlooking the horizon while my potential boyfriend, or victim as I call him, sits beside me. "So Jossie," I say, smiling sweetly. "Is Spike free this weekend?" "Only if you say it." He says, arms crossed firmly over his chest, while his beady little eyes weigh me down. I sighed heavily, "BTVS characters all belong to you....except Spike." He turns to glare at me when I say this. "Okay, okay, you own Spike too! Are you happy now?" That Bastard.


Chapter One: The Meeting----part 1


Christmas lights lined the multi-colored houses in the neighborhood as the courtet of young girls made their way down Revello drive, backpacks slung over their shoulders, as they chatted excitedly about what they were going to do for Christmas. School would be getting out in a week, and two out of the four would be traveling either overseas or across country.

"So what are you doing, Buffy? Your family coming over or something for Christmas?" Cordelia Chase asked, her thick brown hair brushing against her face as the cool wind swept by the girls.

"Hardly." Buffy rolled her eyes. "My mom's trying to get me to have dinner with her new *victim* at Christmas. These relationships never last anyway. I mean when I met him once he was all tweedish and English." She shivered. "Almost like Mr. Langus."

The four girls all cringed at this statement. Mr. Langus had been their language arts teacher the year before. He had literally been the hardest teacher in the school, even though he only taught freshman classes. They pretty much blamed it on his britishness. The only british person that they could even think of let alone stand since then was the famous musician William 'Spike' Giles from the famous group 'The Dingoes Ate My Baby', all the older English men just seemed so uptight to them. But Spike on the other hand....

"Yeah well I'm stuck home for the holidays too. Considering I'm Jewish though." Willow Rosenberg looked over at her best friend. "That's so unfair. I wish I could get Santa Claus, but instead I get stuck with a menorah. Plus, Hanukkah's already over."

"Don't worry, Will." Buffy smiled at her best friend. "We all got you Christmas presents."

"Yay!" Willow clapped her hands together enthusiastically. "Santa didn't abandon me!"

"I just think you need to relieve some of that tension," Anya Jenkins, another one of the group whose hair color seemed to change almost every three weeks spoke, "that's why you'll like my Christmas present."

"Oh, eww!" Willow spoke, looking back at Anya. "You didn't!"

Buffy looked over at her best friend, chuckling lightly, "I bet she got us all one, Will. I wouldn't be surprised."

"But, Anya, just because you like to realieve yourself with something plastic and vibratory doesn't mean I like to!" Willow looked back at the, now brunette, girl and sighed. Even if the four had been the closest friends since elementary school, she never did get Anya. Anya had been overly-obsessed with sex ever since she'd heard about it in the third grade.

The four stopped as they reached the Summers house, Buffy looking back at her friends and smiling devilishly, "So ready to study for exams guys?"

Cordelia smiled, pulling out her make-up pack from her book-bag, "Exams it is."


****

The teen blasted her CD louder as the incessant banging on her door only grew louder and more annoying.

"Go away, Dawnie!" Buffy screamed over her music, bobbing her head to the beat as her favorite song off of the Dingoes's first album played, as she decorated her toenails with little yellow painted stars.

The banging got even louder, and Buffy finally shut her CD player off angrily, and she hobbled over to the door of her room, making sure not to mess up her toenails, and ripped open the door. "What the hell do you want?"

Her ten year old sister looked back at her, eyes narrowed, "I'm telling mom you cursed!"

"Whatever." Buffy sighed. "Now, what do you want?"

"Mom says we have to come down for dinner now. She has something important to tell us." Dawn quickly said, playing with her long brown hair which was in horrible knots. And, Buffy cringed. She had no clue why her mom hadn't made Dawn cut her hair off yet.

Buffy sighed, looking down at her half-finished toenails, "Oh well. Guess the stars will have to come later." And with that, she followed her little, annoying, brat kid sister down the stairs and down to the table where her mom sat, an older looking man sitting at her side, their hands clasped together lovingly. And she recognized him as her mom's last victim, only less tweedish. He was currently wearing an oversized green sweater and jeans, something way more modern like.

"Honey," Joyce Summers said, looking over at her daughter. "This is Mr. Giles, my boyfriend. And, well, we've been seeing each other for six months-"

"Six months?!" Buffy looked at her mom incredulously. "I thought you only started seeing him like a month ago."

Joyce sighed, looking at her boyfriend apologetically as she continued. "And I'm sorry you've never gotten to meet him properly." The older woman looked at her eldest with grim eyes. Upset that all the times Dawn had met the man Buffy had refused to, making excuses up such as 'I have homework' or 'I'm going on a date tonight'. And Joyce sighed, "Well, Mr. Giles just got a job over at UCSunnydale, so he's going to be moving in with-"

"Moving in!" Buffy jumped up from the chair she was seated in. "Are you crazy! I've never met him!"

"And whose fault is that, Buffy?" Her mother stood up angrily. "I've given you plenty of chances to get acquainted with Mr. Giles, but you always had an excuse ready. So, sit down young lady. And, you *will* listen."

Buffy sat down angrily, arms crossed under her breasts defiantly as she glared at her mom and Mr. Giles. Dawn, on the other hand, seemed perfectly happy with it. But, she hadn't gotten to know Hank as much as Buffy had before he had up and left the family. Buffy still did miss her dad, and Joyce *did* suspect that was what was bothering Buffy with her dating other men. She vowed silently to herself to have a talk with her daughter later.

Joyce continued what she was going to say, "Mr. Giles will be moving in with his children. Who've I met also, both of them are dolls," She smiled at Giles. "We're going to transform the basement into a room for his son. And you will be sharing a room with his daughter since she is close to your age. I think only a year apart at that."

"Yes, Drusilla is a junior. I take it your a sophmore, Buffy?" Mr. Giles said, taking his glasses off and starting to clean them.

Drusilla. Now why did that name sound so familiar?

"Yeah." Buffy said, still glaring at the two of them. She'd be damned if she let her mom move strangers into her house, let alone share her room with one! What the hell was her mom's problem?

"They'll be moving in next week, Buffy." Joyce spoke. "It's not necessarily permanent but they need a place to settle down. They were just kicked out of their relatives house."

Mr. Giles looked down, a little embarrassed, "Yes. I think we overstayed our welcome there. We've been living there ever since Jenny died and we moved from England." He said, referring to his deceased wife.

"Why are you talking to me and not Dawn?" Buffy asked, still angry.

"Because Dawn already knows." Joyce said, somewhat calmly. Yet, inside she was boiling. How could her daughter be so cruel?

"Whatever." Buffy said. "Well you told me. Just make sure everyone stays out of my hair."

And with that said, the blonde disappeared from view, up the stairs and she slammed her bedroom door angrily, laying down on her bed. And there, she stared up at the ceiling where her favorite poster of Spike was, smiling back at her. And, she quickly walked over to her CD player, popping in one of his CD's. His music always seemed to calm her down.

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Chapter Two: The Meeting----part 2


The week passed in pretty much a blur for Buffy. Things were being moved into her room, the basement, and her moms room all week, things decorated, even through the haste, her mom decided to put the Christmas tree up, with a small menorah by the wind, the latter courtesy of Willow. And, frankly Buffy couldn't think of a day where either Mr. Giles or movers weren't at her house, bringing clothes or furniture of the Giles family.

Mr. Giles son seemed to be a huge fan of music too, considering the mini-studio that was being set up where the basement used to be. She hoped by God Mr. Giles' son wasn't into that metal crap, she'd die if he was in there screaming at the top of his lungs while she tried to nap. Or worse--he could be into pop music like BSB or Hanson. She cringed, those two bands were her sister's two current obsessions. But, she doubted the latter, after all she had heard the guy was eighteen. What guy in the right mind would be into that kind of music at eighteen?

"Buffy? Earth to Buffy!"

A perky voice startled Buffy from her thoughts, a hand waving in front of her face, asking for attention.

Buffy's head shot up, and she looked at Cordelia sheepishly, "Sorry, Cordy. It's just been a long week."

The brunette smiled, popping a piece of her lunchroom-made spaghetti into her mouth, "Yeah. I remember when my step dad and sisters moved in."

"They are so *not* my step family." Buffy said defiantly. "It's just my mom's boyfriend and his kids."

"Geez, defensive much? I didn't mean anything by it." Cordelia spoke.

"Sorry. It's just been hard to get sleep. And, it's nerve-wracking. I know this doesn't sound like me, considering school and all, but I wish it wasn't Friday. They're moving in Sunday, and they're spending Christmas with us! I mean, I don't even know them. I've never met kids and I've only seen Mr. Giles a few times. And, ugh," She ran her manicured nails through her shiny blonde hair. "I just can't stand this."

Cordelia smiled warmly at Buffy, "You'll get through it. I know. I got through it."

Buffy sighed, forcing a strained smile on her face, "Thanks, Cordy. I really wish you and Anya were going to here with me for Christmas."

"Hey! You always have me!" Willow walked up to the lunch table her two friends were seated at.

Buffy smiled, "Hey, Wills."

"Hey Buffy." She paused for a second, an unreadable expression appearing on her face. "OhOhOh! Did you hear Spike's dating Faith Collins?" Willow said, referring to Buffy's favorite singer and a famous model.

"Ugh." Buffy rolled her eyes. "I heard she's a real bitch." She put her head down in her arms, tiredly. "first I'm having strangers move into my house, and now I find out Spike's dating a friggin Madonna wannabe. What a day."

"Sorry." Willow looked guilty as she said this. "But Oz is single." Willow said happily, referring to the bass player of the band.

"Well you like Oz, Will." Buffy smirked. "Don't get me wrong, he's hot. But, he's just not...."

"He's not Spike," Corday said. "I'd do that blonde badass anyday, closely followed by Angel of course." Angel was, yet again, another member of the Dingoe's, the keyboard player, at that.

"Well, I'd rather have Xander. But yeah, I'd take Spike too." Anya walked up to the table, hair mussed and a dreamily look on her face at the mention of the drummer of the band, Xander.

"Where have you been, Ahn? You're late to lunch again. And, please don't tell me you were in the closet as Byron again." Buffy said. Anya just smiled widely at her friends, enjoying the looks they were giving her.

"I was in the closet with Byron again."

"You know, if you keep this up, you're going to earn a reputation as the school slut." Cordy said casually, taking out her compact and dabbing the powder on her face.

Anya shrugged, being the first one who had lost her virginity out of the group, "Well it's not as bad as Harmony Kendall's rep."

"Oh God, she must've done every guy that stepped foot in Sunnydale." Willow said, giggling.

"It wouldn't surprise me." Buffy smirked. "And she's still popular too. Who woulda thunk it."

"Hey, it's not like we're not popular." Cordy said, shutting her compact and stuffing it back in her purse.

"You mean *you*, Cordy. You're way more popular than us, but you just choose to hang out with us cuz you love us." Buffy smirked, taking a bite out of the sandwich sitting in front of her.

"Well okay, yeah." Cordelia agreed. "But you guys aren't *that* far behind." Cordy glanced over at Willow. "And at least you're not wearing plaid jumpers anymore, courtesy of yours truly."

Willow rolled her eyes at the brunette's smugness, "I would've adjusted eventually."

"Well you definitely wouldn't of had that cute hair cut without my help." Cordelia smiled at Willow, sweetly.

"Okay. I'll give you credit for that." Willow said, fingering her short red locks. "I really *do* like this style better than the last."

"You better." Cordy smirked.

The bell ringing just then, signaled the ending of the lunch period, and the girls embraced before they left lunch. Buffy nor Willow would be seeing Cordelia or Anya again until after Christmas.

****

In Buffy's opinion, Sunday came too soon. She was sitting on her bed, talking to Willow on the phone when her little sister's voice drifted from behind the door.

"They're here, Buffy!"

Buffy sighed, telling Willow goodbye before slipping her baggy 'The Dingoe's Ate My Baby' shirt off, and putting on a tan spaghetti strap top. Her mom had said she *had* to look nice. And, in Buffy's opinion, the shirt she had been wearing was nice, especially with Spike's smiling face on it. But no, her mother had the nerve to say it look "frumpy", as she had put it.

So, opening her door, she made her way out of her room, not exactly ready to have new additions to the household, but determined to be rude if she had to.

Yet, what she saw standing in the living room made her breath catch in her throat and her heart speed up to maximum speed.

For, standing there in all his glory was William 'Spike' Giles, complete with his leather duster, tight black jeans, and skin-tight t-shirt, that showed off his amazing abs.

And no one seemed to be there in the room at the moment except him. The man she had been fantasizing about for almost three years.

And quickly, almost too quickly, he turned towards her, smirking in that delicious way he did, "Why, hello luv. You must be Buffy."


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Chapter Three: Embarrassment


When Spike saw the blonde beauty walk down the stairs, he couldn't help but smile. She was simply dashing, her tight black jeans and tan spaghetti-strap hugging her curves perfectly, as her golden sun-kissed hair danced over her shoulders almost elegantly, few man-made curls at the very bottom. She looked nervous when she saw him, which made him smile even wider. She seemed to know who he was. That was always a plus.

When Buffy had seen Spike standing at the bottom of the steps, she had frozen in pure shock, but him speaking to her with a simple greeting was a totally different matter. And her tongue caught in her throat. Her throat felt dry. And she couldn't speak.

Spike was going to be living in her house? Buffy felt faint.

Yet, finally, after what seemed like years of silence, she finally found her voice, yet a bit raspy it was, and she spoke, "H-Hi." And, she blushed after she said this. Stupid stuttering!

How could she be so blind as to not know it was Spike's family that was coming to live at her house? The name Mr. Giles, and his mentioning of Spike's sister Drusilla! No wonder that name had sounded to familiar. How come her mom didn't warn her? She silently, vowed to have a talk with her mother later. But, for now she could do nothing.

And carefully, she finished her walk down the stairs, wishing she had thought take down the poster of Spike from over her bed. Now Drusilla was going to see that picture over her bed! And maybe even Spike! Stupid Buffy! She scolded herself, yet again, silently.

Seeing Buffy standing on the bottom step, Joyce quickly came over to her eldest, "Buffy. This is William." She pointed to Spike, and Buffy just nodded numbly, still not fully absorbing that the bleached-blonde wonder was moving into HER house. "And," Joyce grabbed her daughters tan arm, pulling her over to the brunette beauty, standing over by the door, who Buffy guessed was Drusilla. "this is Drusilla." Joyce said, whispering fiercely to her daughter, "Now be kind!"

Buffy yanked her mother's arm off of her arm, glaring at her mom, yet looking embarrassed. "I will. Leave me alone." Buffy than walked over to Drusilla, saying a quiet 'hi' to the brunette.

Drusilla smiled, "Hi, pet. Was wondering if you'd care to show me to your room?"

Buffy almost choked on her own saliva when she heard this. But her room full of Spike memorabilia! What would Drusilla say when she saw this?

"I, well, I...." Buffy let herself trail off. And she could feel her face burning with embarrassment, which would make the trip to her room even worse. What could she say to keep Drusilla out of her room for the time being?

"Buffy." Joyce came over to Buffy, her hands on her hips firmly while she glared at her oldest daughter. "Drusilla asked politely if you'd take her to her new room. Now you do as I say. You got it?"

Buffy nodded, embarrassed, as she walked up the stairs, Drusilla in tow. This was *not* going to be fun.

And just when she thought things couldn't get any worse, her little sister came over to her, Spike on her heels as she smiled at Buffy sweetly. "I told him you'd like to give him a tour of your room and the rest of the house."

Buffy could of killed her sister. Dawn had probably known all along that Spike was coming to live with them. And now she had told Spike Buffy would give him a tour of her house? INCLUDING her room?

Buffy forced a smile back at the Giles sibling, making sure to avoid her sisters gaze, "How about I give you two a tour of the rest of the house first?" She paused. "Or maybe even Sunnydale?"

She didn't know how she'd made her voice sound so steady and confident, but she guessed it was the boiling anger screaming inside of her. She was going to get her sister and her mother back, big time.

Spike and Drusilla nodded, the brunette setting her suitcases she had been carrying down on the couch before walking back over to Spike and Buffy.

"Sounds like fun." Spike smirked. "Anything interesting to do here in Sunnydale? Awful small bloody town if you ask me."

"Yeah it is pretty small. We have a club in the 'bad' part of town. Really, we have a bad part of town and a good part of town. That's about it. We usually hang out at school, The Espresso pump, or The Bronze."

"The Bronze?" Drusilla asked curiously.

"The club I was talking about." Buffy said. "It's small, but we get lots of live bands."

Spike started to grab his trench coat Buffy had always seen him wearing in pictures, the worn leather falling over his shoulders like a second skin. He looked beautiful in that thing.

"Want me to drive, luv? Since I'm assuming you don't have your license." Spike smiled sweetly and she blushed, turning her head embarrassed.

"Yeah." Buffy replied softly. "I just have to talk to my sister for a minute, than I'll go with you guys."

And, just as the Giles' started to make their way to the door, Buffy pulled her little sister away from Mr. Giles and her mom, whispering fiercely in her ear, "You take my Spike posters down while I'm gone or I'll rip up your BSB and Hanson posters and flush them down the toilet."

Dawn lifted a small brown eye brow at her sister, a devilish smile on her face, saying rather loudly, "Why should I take down your SPIKE posters for you?" Her sister practically had screamed the word Spike, and Buffy felt like dying right there. For all three of the Giles' were still in the house.

Everyone turned towards her when this was said, and Buffy caught the image of Spike smirking out of the corner of her eye. How was she *ever* going to live this down?

And feeling the small tears prickling at the back of her made-up eyes, she cursed herself. Why did she have to be so goddamn sensitive? And without another thought, she ran up to her room, slamming the door shut, while letting a single tear escape her eye. This was stupid. Too friggin stupid. Now he was going to think she was just an obsessed crazy fan. That's all he'd see her as. And had she really expected more when she saw him? And with al these thoughts running around in her head, she sat down on her made bed.

And she decided to call the one person who would understand: Willow.

The phone rang about four times before the red-head picked up the receiver, chirping out a "hello" into the phone.

"He moved in! And he probably thinks I'm stupid and obsessed! And now he's never gonna talk to me! And he knows I have posters-"

"Whoa. Slow down." Willow cut a rambling Buffy off, turning off the 'Dingoes' music that was playing in the background. "What are you talking about Buff?"

"Spike! Spike Giles moved into my house!" Buffy cried, laying down on her bed.

"Did I hear my name, luv?" A low voice came from outside the door, and Buffy felt like crying all over again. Great. Now he knew she was talking about him.

"Willow. He's hear I gotta-" She paused, hearing crashing sounds coming from the other line. "Willow are you okay?"

"I'm here. I'm fine." The red-head said. "Just a little phone dropping. Now repeat what you said?"

"Spike Giles." She hissed, just as the door opened and in popped Spike's head.

"I hope I'm not interrupting. I just wanted to say, I know how much of a pain in the ass little sisters can be." He smirked, purposely ignoring the poster of his smiling face above her bed. "I had something similar happen to me."

"Is he in your room?!" Willow shrieked from the other end of the line. "Is Oz there?! Oh God! What would I say if I met him? What would I do?"

"Willow." Buffy said calmly. "I have to go. Can I call you back?"

"Wait! Ask Spike if I can meet Oz!" Willow said, loudly, and Spike smirked obviously hearing Willow from the other end of the line.

And Spike put his mouth close to the receiver, almost TOO close to Buffy's, and said: "I'll tell him you wanna meet him."

Stuttering, the red-head mumbled, "Uh-yeah you can call me back later, now. I-I just call me."

Buffy hung the phone up quickly, blushing when she looked at Spike's face, from her earlier embarrassment.

"As I was saying," Spike sat himself next to Buffy on her bed. "Oh, and I hope you don't mind that I'm in your room."

"No. It's fine." She looked over at him, feeling the heat from his body, which was right next to hers. Could a girl get luckier?

"When I met Gwen Stefani my sister did the same thing to me. Only she more told her everything from embarrassing moments to the posters I had of her all over my walls. Regardless to say, I swear I was more embarrassed that night than any other time in my life." He smirked. "So I forgive you. You seem like a sweet girl. And, I'd like to get to know you. So don't get something like that get in the way." He smirked. "So are you game for showing me and Dru around this bloody town?"

Buffy couldn't help smiling as she said, "Where would you like to go first?"


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Chapter Four: Tension


Drusilla's and Spike's tour around Sunnydale was fairly short, and ended up in the Espresso Pump, the three teenagers enjoying their cappuccinos as the afternoon sun beat down on them. Not a cloud was visible in the sky. And Buffy was enjoying the silence. But even more, she was enjoying being in this close of a proximity to Spike. A situation she had never imagined she would be in one day. And, since the embarrassing 'incident' from earlier had not been mentioned, Buffy felt like she was on cloud nine.

Unfortunately for the trio, the Bronze had been closed for extermination. Apparently it was having a VERY nasty case of the roaches, or something along those lines. But whatever it was, it something that crawled around on four, six, or eight legs, and that was disgusting was currently crawling around the Bronze. Even if it wasn't roaches.

"Spike!" The bleached-blonde's name being called, caused all three of them to look over to the source of the voice. A very recognizable, and very pretty brunette was currently running towards the twelfth grader, arms open wide. The bleached-blonde smiled when he saw this, and accepted the girl into open arms. Buffy scowled.

"Hey Faith, baby. You came all the way here to see me?" He smiled, placing a very wet, and disgusting in both Buffy's and Drusilla's opinion, kiss on the model's mouth.

"Not really far in my opinion. It was only a half hour drive from L.A. to here." She smiled, scooting herself onto her boyfriend's lap. She than turned, purposely ignoring Drusilla as she looked over at Buffy. "Who's this?"

"My father's girlfriend's daughter." Spike said, his head turned towards the pretty brunette, who was weighing Buffy down with her eyes.

"Hi, I'm Buffy." Buffy smiled thinly at Faith, holding her hand out in a friendly greeting.

The brunette, only looked down at the blonde's hand, watching it with something near disgust. So, Buffy quickly pulled her hand away, giving Faith a look of her own. She could already tell she wasn't going to like this girl.

"So, Faith." Drusilla turned her head towards the other brunette, after seeing how she had treated Buffy. She still didn't understand why her brother could go out with somebody like her. "Are you planning on staying long, pet? Or are you going to run back to your little ho friends soon?" Drusilla than proceeded to smile sweetly at the model, picking up her cappuccino and taking a small sip of it.

"Dru...." Spike warned, narrowing his eyes dangerously at his sister.

"Fuck you, bitch." Faith spat angrily.

"Oooh, good comeback. I'm shaking." Drusilla smirked.

"Okay. Okay. Enough fighting. Please. I really don't want TOO much attention drawn to us if you know what I bloody mean." Spike said, scooting his girlfriend off of his lap as he stood up, looking over at his girlfriend. "Like to see my new home, pet?"

"Oh no, you are NOT taking that bloody bitch to our bloody home!" Drusilla stood up, causing her cappuccino to spill over the edge of the table. "Ugh, now look what she made me do. Just, no. You're not coming with us, Faith."

"Dru, would you calm down for a milli-second? Please. Just to show her around." Spike spoke, a pleading look on his face as he looked at his sister.

"Oh yes. Just to show her around? More like to fuck her around!" Drusilla said, arms crossed under her breasts defiantly. Obviously she wasn't going to give in.

Spike and Drusilla than turned their heads towards Buffy, the blonde put her hands up in the air, "Oh no. You guys just moved it today, and I'm definitely not getting in the middle of anything. You're just going to have to work this out on your own." She than looked over towards the car. "And I'm ready to go. So decide fast."

The blonde smiled in satisfaction as she walked away from the trio. She couldn't believe how well she had been keeping her cool around Spike all day. Pretty good considering she had been obsessing over him since she was thirteen years old.

And the young teen walked over to the car, waiting as the siblings fought over Faith. So guess the rumors weren't true. The girl really was a bitch. And truthfully, she wanted Faith in her house just about as much as Drusilla did. But, she wasn't about to get in the middle of something. And she definitely wasn't going to get her favorite singer mad at her over something as stupid as this. They could work this out on their own.

And after about five minutes of waiting, all three of them walked over to the car. And Buffy sighed in disappointment. She had a feeling that Faith being at her house wasn't going to be much fun.


****

Three days had passed since the Giles' had moved in. Christmas had arrived. And frankly, Buffy wasn't enjoying the company of Spike as much as she'd hoped. What he'd formally said about wanting to get to know her, seemed to have been a lie, for the most he'd said to her had been when she'd taken him and Drusilla for a tour around town. Besides that, he'd only uttered a "hi" in the morning, and "goodnight" and night. The rest of his time seemed to be taken up by Faith. Either they were always out somewhere. Or they were off in his room doing who knows what.

And one thing she thought that wasn't humanly possible for her was happening: Spike was getting on her nerves.

Sitting around the tree, Buffy wasn't even surprised when she pulled out presents from everybody BUT Spike. And she had even gotten a present for him!

"Faith's coming over later, is that okay dad?" Spike looked at his father questioningly.

Buff couldn't help but sigh loudly when she heard this, "Is there any moment you don't spend attached to Faith?"

Everyone in the room looked surprised by Buffy's sudden outburst. Especially since they knew of her 'crush' on the bleached-blonde.

And after hearing this, Spike couldn't help smirking as he asked, "Jealous?"

"You wish." She rolled her eyes. "I've kinda outgrown my Spike phase in these past three days. Especially since you seemed to be clinging to that girlfriend of a ho you have. I have NO clue what you see in her."

"You're jealous." He smirked, leaning towards her.

"No. It just friggin annoys me you don't give a second thought to anyone else besides Faith. I mean, you didn't even get your sister or father a Christmas present. How careless is that?" Buffy spat as she pushed him back. "And get away from me."

Drusilla couldn't help but giggle when she saw this, "So I guess we all see now what a bloody stuck up ass he is, eh?"

"Drusilla!" Giles scolded. "Watch your language!"

"What you can't possibly think this isn't hilarious!" Drusilla giggled again, leaning over towards Buffy and whispering in her ear, "Think we should start an anti-Spike club?"

"Or just join one." Buffy shrugged. "Bet they have plenty on the internet."

"What is your bloody problem?!" Spike stood up, his eyes narrowed into dangerous slits as he stared down at Buffy and Drusilla. "You seemed like such a nice girl too," He looked over at Buffy.

"And how would you know that? What with you spending so much time with Faith? She's fucking bitch. Did you know she stole some make-up of mine?" Buffy spat, standing up herself. "And she spit in Dawn's face!" Buffy paused. "'Cuz with the way I see it, either you have a major problem, or Faith is just a good lay."

"Kids!" Joyce jumped up, separating the fighting teenagers with her arms. "Please. This is supposed to be a pleasant Christmas. Please. Can't you just get along?"

"I still think your jealous." Spike spat, ignoring Joyce. "Wish it was you screaming my name, eh?"

"You wish you could have someone as good as me." Buffy hissed, ignoring her mother as she angrily stomped out of the living room.

"Fuck you!" Spike screamed as she walked away.

Her only response was to flip him the bird as she ran up the steps, slamming the door to her room once she had gotten there.

****

As soon as Buffy laid down on her bed, she wasn't surprised to find the phone ringing. What was it? Was everyone or thing out to annoy her now? Even the phone?

And with a quick yank, she pulled the phone off the hook, hissing a "hello" into the receiver.

"Geez, what bug crawled up your ass? I was just calling to say hi!" Cordelia said, giggling when she heard Buffy mutter obscenities under her breath.

"Sorry Cordy, just been having a bad day." Buffy sighed, groaning when she heard a loud knock at her bedroom door. "Hold on." She paused putting the phone down as she yelled: "Who is it?!"

"It's me." Came Spike's voice from the other side of the door.

"Go away." She hissed. "I don't want to see your fucking face right now, thank you very much."

Spike yanked open the door, "I have to bloody fucking apologize, okay? You mum and my dad made me. And YOU should be the one apologizing!"

She stood up, "ME?! Yeah fucking right. If you hadn't been hanging onto the bitch from hell, this wouldn't of happened!"

He walked up closer to her, showing her just how much taller he was than her, "I wouldn't say that again, Buffy."

"She's a bitch." Buffy smirked. "Now apologize and leave me alone."

"I'm not bloody fucking apologizing now." He bit, his icy blue eyes weighing her down.

"Oh MOM!" She screamed, poking her head out of the door. "SPIKE'S BEING-"

"Shut your gob!" He pulled her back in the room, scowling at the short blonde. "Fine, I'm fucking sorry."

She leaned back against the wall, her arms crossed firmly beneath her breasts, "Say it like you mean it."

He sighed, "I'm sorry." He tried to keep from scowling as he said this, yet his temper was flaring. He was going to get her back for this.

"Okay. Now get your ass out of my room!" She said, her voice angry. "And to think I even liked you once. You're just an arrogant, self-centered, stuck-up asshole."

"I'd keep those words to yourself if I were you, pet." He said, taking a threatening step closer to her.

"Ooh, I'm so scared." She stood a step closer to him, looking up into his eyes. "I dare you to do something." Her voice was low, dangerously low when she said this, her eyes narrowed into dangerous slits.

Yet, instead of walking listening to her, he turned around swiftly, slamming the door shut behind his retreating form. And Buffy picked up the phone off of her bed quickly, only to hear:

"Why the hell did that guy in your room sound A LOT like Spike Giles?!"

And Buffy sighed, now she knew this was going to be an even longer Christmas.


TBC....Hope you liked the extra long chapter!

Chapter Five: Unexpected News



The bleached-blonde rock star had only grown worse with Faith's frequent visits and his tendency to be an asshole as winter vacation grew to a close. And, Buffy was sick of his attitude. Hell, she was sick of him. He'd even had the nerve to come into Drusilla's and hers room without knocking and tell THEM to entertain Faith while he ran a few errands. Buffy had blown him off, as usual, telling him she wasn't Faith's, or his for that matter, personal slave. How much of a jerk could one guy be?

And now, here she was, Monday morning, standing on the steps of Sunnydale High School, Drusilla right beside her as they waited for the morning bell to ring. She didn't know how this girl had gotten through all sixteen years of her life without strangling Spike to death. Buffy had barely known him a month, and she was already fighting the urge to strangle him!

"So, your gonna help me get around this bloody place, right?" Drusilla asked, looking at her schedule as if it was a vicious monster.

"It's alright, Dru. Calm down a little. I'll meet you after every class and help you around this hell-hole. It's not as bad as it looks." Buffy said, smiling as she saw her friends approaching from the courtyard. And, boy was she glad to see them! She hadn't seen anyone of them all winter break!

The three girls ran up to her excitedly, wrapping her in a humongous bear-hug, all three squealing delightedly.

"Where have you been?" Willow asked. "I was all lonely during the holiday season. And they only arrived here yesterday," She motioned to Cordelia and Anya for emphasis.

"I'm sorry. I've been busy." She groaned. "Controlling wild family members and all. Or sorta-family members." She motioned towards Drusilla. "Speaking off, without the wild part of course, this is Drusilla."

All the girls said 'hi' to the quiet brunette before Willow turned her head towards Buffy, an excited look on her face, "Speaking of your new family. What about Spike Giles? Isn't he living with you now?"

Anya and Cordelia quickly turned to Buffy when Willow said this. Buffy had narrowly avoided telling Cordelia everything when she had called up from her vacation. Instead she had changed the subject, talking about Cordelia's current crush in school. Another favorite subject of Cordy's.

"What?! Spike Giles, in YOUR house!" Cordelia yelled. "And you didn't tell me! Oh, can I meet him?! Can we all meet him?!" Cordelia started jumping up and down.

"Please!" Anya yelled, grabbing onto Cordelia's hands and jumping up and down with the brunette.

"Please do *not* say that name again, or I'll be forced to rip out your bones and bash you over the head with them." Buffy said simply, smiling sweetly at her friends after she had said this.

"Okay what's with the attitude change, Buff?" Cordelia asked, placing her hands on her hips, she than turned towards Drusilla. "And are you his sister?"

"Unfortunately." Drusilla replied bitterly. "Speaking of," She turned to Buffy. "Dad and mum are going out today so they said Will was going to pick us up-"

Buffy quickly cut her off, "You've got to be kidding me! Him pick us up? With our luck he'll forget and be slamming Faith into the kitchen sink." Buffy made a disgusted face at the imagery she'd just created for herself. "And add an 'ew' to that statement." She than paused, looking over at Dru. "Why can't we walk home anyway? I do it all the time."

"Because they want Will to take us to where your mum and my dad are. And for some reason I have a feeling it's the bloody gallery." Drusilla said, rolling her eyes. "We probably have to help your mum put up some fertility art or something for her next art show."

"Great." She looked up to the sky, as if praying to the heavens. "Please make Spike forget us."

"Hold it," Anya butt into Drusilla's and Buffy's conversation, looking at Buffy expectantly, "You're gonna tell us what's going on. And you're gonna tell us now. Oh, and after school your gonna let us meet Spike."

Buffy rolled her eyes, "Okay. To sum it up in five words or less: Spike is an asshole."

"But he seemed sweet. He said he'd let me meet Oz!" Willow said, hands placed defiantly on her hips, as she refused to agree with Buffy.

"Unlikely. He spends so much time with Faith, I wonder if he even TALKED to Oz recently. But, when I meet Oz, I'll make sure you get to come along. Or I'll set up a date for you two to meet. That is if he's not an asshole too." She turned to Drusilla. "Oz isn't an asshole, right?"

"No. Oz is a sweetie. I actually went out with him for a little in the ninth grade, but we were too good of friends to make a commitment." Drusilla smiled. "Oz isn't a jerk unlike a certain brother of mine, who is most likely finding a way to skip tutoring as we speak."

"Oh yeah, didn't he manage to make the last one quit?" Buffy asked.

"She got fed up with his attitude. But this one's a tough cookie to break, so maybe something's actually sinking into the thick head of his." Drusilla snickered. "Or not."

Cordelia stood, watching the two laugh over Spike, before grabbing Buffy's arm, just before the first period bell rang, "You've got some serious explaining to do, missy."


****


The school day zoomed by fast, and by the end of school, another person had managed to make their way into the group that used to only be Willow, Anya, Cordelia, and Buffy. The girl had been another new student that Drusilla had met in English class, the girl was the same age as Drusilla and extremely shy. Yet, the two had stuck together during the day, trying to figure out where the ladies room was, and such. So, by the time everyone sat down to eat lunch, they had not only one new member of the group which was Drusilla, but two, Drusilla's new friend Tara MaClay.

But as soon as the 'fun' had started, it seemed to be over, and everyone was soon making their way to the busses, cars, and their bikes. Cordelia, Anya, and Willow purposely followed Buffy and Drusilla though to the cars that were lined up, waiting for students.

Buffy rolled her eyes as she spotted the old worn down black Desoto that was Spike's. Why he had that car when he could get a jaguar if he wanted, was beyond Buffy.

"He's here." Drusilla stated, starting to make her way towards the Desoto.

"I noticed." Was Buffy's reply. "And what a shame, I was actually hoping he'd be to busy fucking Faith to pick us up." She walked the rest of the way to the car, throwing Drusilla a glare when the brunette took the backseat, for there was only one seat in the back available at the time, the other two were piled up with papers and other useless junk that was owned by Spike. So that left only one option, the passenger seat.

Hastily, Buffy threw open the door, showing her bookbag on the ground as she ripped the cigarette from Spike's mouth. "I'm allergic to smoke." She replied sweetly in excuse, batting her eyelashes at the bleached-blonde. He rolled his eye's, as she plopped down in the seat next to his. And turning her head, she realized her friends were still standing there. "Oh Spike, this is Cordelia, Anya, and Willow. For some reason they won't believe your a stuck-up jerk!" She threw her hands in the air, smirking at him. "That reason is beyond my understanding though."

"Shut your gob." He narrowed his eyes at her. "Or I'll-"

"Or you'll what? Hit me? Are you THAT shallow that you'd hit a girl?" Buffy smirked, leaning back in the worn leather seat.

Spike rolled his eyes at the blonde, putting on his 1000 watt smile for the three girls standing by the car, "Hey. I'm Spike."

"We know." Cordelia said dreamily when he held out his hand to her. Each of them took a turn shaking his hand. And Buffy had a feeling Cordelia wouldn't be washing her hand tonight.

Luckily, the meeting only took a minute, and soon they were on the road, heading towards her mother's gallery.

It disturbed her to sit this close to Spike. And to think at one point she would of died to be this close to him, now it was just....disturbing. She quickly glanced to her left, to only find his eyes on the road, his jaw muscles flexing as he banged on the car horn, startling Buffy. She let out a little yelp and he turned to her, smirking.

"Scare you, luv?"

Buffy rolled her eyes, crossing her arms firmly over her chest, "Don't call me, luv."

"Alright, pet." He smirked.

"You know, if you weren't driving right now, I'd really consider strangling you to death. It sounds like such a wonderful idea." She turned in her seat. "Don't you agree, Dru?"

Drusilla looked like she was pondering this for a second before she nodded her head enthusiastically, "But don't you think we should kill Faith first?"

"And we have a winner!" Buffy said loudly. "DING! DING! DING! Such, an excellent idea!"

"Would you two SHUT THE BLOODY HELL UP!" Spike practically screamed, accidentally banging on the horn as they came to a stop at the red light.

"Oops, I made him honk his horn." Buffy said, then made a face from the imagery she'd just created for herself. "Ewwwwww! Bad image! EWWWWWWWWW!"

Drusilla giggled, "Is your mind always in the gutter, pet?"

Buffy nodded, smiling widely. "Around 22/7....or maybe 24/7....if I'm having a really good day."

"Okay, now you bloody just put a BAD image in my mind!" Drusilla giggled.

"Not a good day in that way!" Buffy smirked, throwing a wadded up piece of paper from her backpack at the brunette.

Spike shook his head, not able to keep himself from smirking, "Okay you two. Please. Bloody stop."

"What, afraid we're gonna make you honk your horn again?" Buffy asked innocently.

He could help but let a chuckle escape at this, along with the 'I'm innocent' look on her face.

"I made the big-bad green monster laugh," Buffy whispered rather loudly as she looked back at Drusilla.

"Wow, he has a bloody heart?" Drusilla gasped, holding her hand over her heart, as if in surprise.

"Well his head IS still the size of a watermelon, but-"

Spike, abruptly cut Buffy off mid-sentence, "Okay, it's not funny anymore. I'm not bloody stuck-up." He glared at the blonde, but couldn't help but collapse into laughter again at the innocent look she was giving him. "Okay. STOP!" Spike said as the red-light turned to green. "I have to bloody drive here."

Buffy looked back at Drusilla, bursting into laughter as she watched Drusilla tape a piece of paper to the back of Spike's head with the words 'Kick Me' written on it. Both girls giggled, while Spike turned to quickly look at Buffy suspiciously.


****


The good mood that everybody seemed to have in the car dissipated as soon as the three set foot in the gallery. It was hot and muggy, even with the fans blowing wildly inside. Unfortunately, the air condition wasn't working and the three were going to be put to work right away. And suddenly, Buffy wished it was cold outside. Wasn't it supposed to be winter?

And, Buffy didn't think the day could get any worse until her mother told her she was going to put Spike and her to work in the same room. Sure, they were okay in the car, but in the same muggy excruciatingly hot room, unloading boxes and boxes of artwork? This was going to be trouble.

"Mom-" Buffy started to complain, but Joyce cut her off, her eyes shooting daggers at her eldest daughter.

"Don't you dare complain. You do as I say, young lady." And with that, Joyce walked off, leaving Buffy and Spike to carry various boxes into the end room, where they would be working. Unfortunately, it was the hottest and most uncomfortable room of the gallery.

Drusilla, the lucky one of the three, had been sent to run errands at close by stores, meaning she would get out of the humidity of the gallery. And, Buffy prayed that the air condition would be in working order soon. Or else she might be forced to kill a certain bleached-blonde.

"Hand me the flash light." Buffy said immediately as they entered the room. She could already feel herself beginning to sweat and she made a disgusted face. Gross.

"Go get the bloody torch yourself." Spike said, pulling out a small statue of a three inch penis. Buffy giggled.

"Geez, can't you just hand it to me? Or is that statue turning you on too much?" Buffy asked, reaching in front of Spike and grabbing the small flash light.

He narrowed his eyes, grabbing her arm while it was still in front of him, "Do you bloody mind?"

"Well you wouldn't get it for me. What other choice did I have, dickhead?" Buffy pulled her arm back roughly, glaring at the rock star. You're such an asshole, you know that?."

"Bitch." He shot back, his own blue eyes shooting sparks.

"Jerk."

"Slut!"

"Dickwad!"

"Whore!"

"Kids!" Joyce came into the room, an angry look on her face. "Would you *please* stop fighting? Or," She looked at the two of them, and evil smirk on her face. "Or I'll make you two clean out the toilets!"

"Ew!" Buffy said, her eyes widening in disgust. "We'll be good, I promise."

"Good." She paused. "Because if I hear any 'she started it' or 'it was his fault', you'll be cleaning BOTH the bathrooms." And with that, Joyce started to briskly walk out, turning to look back at the two kids briefly. "Come out of there in five minutes. Rupert and I have something we'd like to tell you."

Buffy looked down at the ground, muttering to herself, "Now, why don't I like the sound of that?"

"Because it sounds bloody horrible." Spike replied, setting down a statue of a mini-fairy next to the tiny penis.

"Hello? Was I talking to you." She raised and eyebrow, smirking. "I didn't think so."

"You little-"

Buffy abruptly cut him off, "Wouldn't want to end up cleaning toilets, now would you?" She smirked. And he flexed his jaw angrily, trying hard not to deck her in the face.

And with that, she quickly walked out of the room to where her mother, Giles, and Drusilla stood. Spike followed closely behind.

Joyce smiled, once she realized the kids were there said, "Rupert and I have two announcement to make." She took the older mans hand in her own, squeezing it affectionately.

Buffy crossed her arms over her chest, almost sure it was something unimportant. What else could it be. But nothing could have prepared her for the words that came out of her mother's mouth.

"Kids, I'm pregnant. And Rupert and I, we've decided to get married!"

Three shocked faces stared at the two adults before them, before Buffy managed to yell a startled and panicked, "WHAT?!"


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Chapter Six: With These Tears


"You know, that's really funny. Ha bloody ha. You can stop pretending now. I mean, the Nibblet isn't even here." Spike had made up the name 'Nibblet' for Dawn, over the Christmas vacation, and the silly word sounded funny coming his mouth considering the angered state he was in. "You're bloody lying right?"

"And your so old!" Buffy cut in. "Your like, like, 37 and 40!"

"Dawn had already found out, accidentally of course, and she promised to keep her mouth shut." Joyce looked over at her fiancée an upset look on her face from the lack of enthusiasm coming from the kids. "And yes, it's true."

"But-" Buffy started to protest, her eyebrows drawn together in disgust at the situation. How could her mother be getting married? And to Spike's dad of all people? They had hardly been living here 2 weeks. And now this?

Drusilla, meanwhile, looked uncomfortable as her soon-to-be-stepsister and brother disgustedly glared at their parents. "I-I really don't think it's THAT bad of an idea." She looked over at Buffy. "I mean it could be kinda fun. You know." She looked over at Spike. "Sod him. It could be us. We'll have fun." She looked over at their parents. "Congratulations."

Joyce and Giles smiled at Drusilla warmly, as the eleventh grader came forward to give the two a loving hug. And, looking at Spike for a split second, Buffy approached and awkwardly joined the hug.

"I'm sorry." Buffy whispered to her mother. "I'm happy for you. I really am."

Spike, on the other hand, ended up storming off, the door to the room he and Buffy had been working in, slamming with a loud bang.

And, at the worried looks on both Joyce's and Giles' face, Drusilla looked up at them, reassuring them with, "Don't worry. He'll come around." She looked over at her father. "You know how Will is."

And with that, she stormed off after her older brother, Buffy right on her heels as both girls entered the room Spike had run into. He was as he had been before the kids had been called in for their parents announcements. He was unpacking boxes to busy himself, slamming statues down roughly, and Buffy cringed, just *knowing* he was going to break something.

"You could've at least had some curtesy back there." Buffy started in immediately, hands firmly attached to her thin hips.

"Buffy," Drusilla said quietly, a slight warning tone in her voice. And Buffy looked at the girl curiously as Drusilla walked over to her brother, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

"William, look at me."

Buffy watched as the bleached-blonde snapped his head up to look at his sister, "Get off of me, you bloody bint." He tried to shake her off, but obviously, she wasn't having any of that, as she whispered. "It's okay, William."

"It's Spike." He hissed, not looking at his sister as he roughly shoved her off of him and started to pack pieces of art in boxes once again.

Drusilla lightly put her arm back on her brothers shoulder, "William. It's okay. Really."

He looked back at his younger sister, and Buffy saw something she'd never thought she would see in her life. Spike started to cry. Heart-wracking sobs that made Buffy feel like she was going to cry herself.

"It's okay." Drusilla wrapped her arms around her brother. "You know dad had to move on. Just....like dad said....make a special place for mum in your heart and move on. You know he had to move on eventually. And I think she'd want you to, too."

"But he's bloody getting married to her, Dru! And she's having his bloody baby!" Spike yelled, frantically wiping the tears from his eyes in embarrassment. "I mean he's....he's just going to forget about mum!"

"No. No he's not William. Joyce and Mum are two different people, and he'll love them equally but separately. You know that, William." She pulled him in for a hug, and quickly she looked back at Buffy, motioning for the blonde to leave. Buffy did just that, walking out to the front of the gallery where her mother and soon-to-be stepfather were.

"Is William okay?" Giles asked as soon as he saw Buffy enter the room he and Joyce were in.

"He'll be fine." Buffy answered, obviously uncomfortable talking about the state Spike was currently in. She than quickly looked at her mom, "Can I go to Cordy's? Her house is only a block away."

"Buffy-" Joyce started

"Please mom? I'll do my homework there." She picked up her backpack which she had discarded by the door. "I'll help you with the sorting later. I just," She looked down. "I just need to get out of here for a little."

Joyce sighed, running her hands through her curly locks, before saying, "Fine. Go ahead." She motioned to the door with her hand. "But please do your homework."

"Thanks mom." Buffy rushed out the door a little too quickly, leaving both adults to wonder just WHY Buffy had been so eager to leave the gallery.

****

"Dammit, Cordy." Buffy rapped her hand on the door of Cordelia's quite large house, for what seemed to be the fifteenth time. "Come on!" She looked up at Cordelia's window, which was facing the front door, and noticing the light was on, she banged harder to the door.

Finally, the door swung open, revealing Cordelia's foot-ball playing cousin, Riley Finn.

"Is Cordy home?" Buffy asked, peeking her head behind the broad-shouldered senior.

"Yeah." He smiled at Buffy, motioning up the stairs. "She's in her room."

"Hey, Buffy?"

Buffy turned around from her place on the stairs when she heard Riley say her name. "Yeah?"

"Well me and a bunch of friends are heading out to the Bronze this weekend. And, I was kinda hoping you would be my date." Riley looked down nervously, fiddling with his shiny new Rolex on his left wrist.

Buffy's eyes widened at this statement. Riley, a senior, just asked her out on a date. Something she wouldn't of expected in a million years.

"I'll be there." She caught herself saying, the words leaving her mouth before her brain processed them.

"Cool." He grinned, running his hands through his sandy blonde hair. "I'll pick you up Saturday at 7."

"Sounds like a date." She replied, turning around and running the rest of the way to Cordy's room.

****

"So I tell her she has to go! And she actually refuses-" Cordelia looked up from the bed when she heard Buffy enter her bedroom. She quickly chirped into the phone, "Anya I gotta go. Buffy's here. Ta-ta."

Cordelia smiled as soon as Buffy plopped herself next to the brunette on the bed, "Rough day?"

"What is it with me?" Buffy ran her hands over her eyes, exhaustedly. "What is wrong with me? One minute I hate him. The next I wanna hug him."

"Spike?" Cordelia asked, knowingly.

"Yes! I mean I had it totally figured out. I hate him. And then he starts crying so I feel bad for him and-"

"Spike's crying?!" Cordelia looked at Buffy shocked. "Oh My God! Is he okay? What happened?"

"Cordy, I don't know if I should really be talking about it. All I know is he--god he's so confusing. Oh," Buffy looked over at Cordelia. "I'm also going out on a date with your cousin this weekend."

The sudden change of subject made Cordelia's eyebrows raise, a disgusted frown on her face, "If you lock lips with that meat-head, I'll never talk to you again. You know that, right?"

"Yeah." Buffy sighed, turning over and burying her face in one of Cordy's cotton-candy colored pillows. "I hate my life, it's so confusing." She sighed looking up at Cordelia, "If I tell you something, you promise not to tell anyone?"

Cordelia smiled, "What are best friends for?"

"My mom is having a baby, and getting married to Spike's dad." She looked up at Cordelia. "So that would make me a little MORE related to him.....and-"

"Whoa, slow down a little!" Cordelia looked like she was about to have a heat-attack. "Please repeat what you said."

"My mom's having Giles' baby and getting married to him." Buffy sighed.

"I'm guessing Giles is Spike's dad." Cordelia laid down next to Buffy on the bed. "Wow. Now that was unexpected."


****

Buffy's cell-phone ringing, close to three hours later, signaled it was time for Buffy to go home. And, with a quick chat with her mother, it turned out no other than Spike, would be able to pick her up, which just made the situation worse for Buffy.

Cordelia walked her to the car, flirtatiously smiling at Spike, as Buffy got in the passenger seat. He took off rather quickly, leaving Buffy alone with him.

"Are you okay?" The words escaped her mouth, before she could even process what she was saying.

"Don't mock me." He hissed, knowing exactly what she was talking about.

"Geez. I'm not, Spike. I swear. I was just....I just wanted to know if you were okay." She sat back in her seat. She sighed, deciding to talk once again, "I know it's a sore subject, but your mom-"

He glared at her angrily, pulling off to the side of the road, "Would you stop it?!" His eyes were watering up, and Buffy cursed herself for being so stupid.

"I'm sorry." She looked up at him, her eyes wide.

"Sure." He laid his head on the steering wheel, trying to force the tears back that were threatening to spill.

"I really am, Spike. I-I felt really bad about earlier." She spoke quietly. "I mean, maybe you can go spend the night at Faith's, if you want to get away from us? I know it upsets you."

"Yeah, Faith." Her name came out almost bitterly.

"D-Did you guys break up?" Buffy looked at the ground nervously, she definitely did not want to get into dangerous territory.

"No." Spike sighed. "She's not really a girlfriend, if you know what I mean."

"Fuck-buddy?" Buffy tried to get a smile, and succeeded with earning a smirk.

"Kinda. We don't really have the emotional aspect in our relationship. I think I'm gonna break up with her. I need her emotionally as well as physically, you know?" He sighed. "And I can't believe I'm bloody telling you this."

"It's okay." She sighed. "Constant fighting isn't always the best thing, you know?" She said. "For us, I mean."

He smirked, "Yeah. I was kinda a jerk, wasn't I?"

"You ARE a jerk!" She smiled, playfully.

"Oh you don't mean that!" He looked over at her, trying to look angry, but not succeeding, especially with the grin breaking out on his face.

"Yes I do!" She giggled, throwing a wadded up gum wrapper at him.

"Oh, you evil bitch." He smirked, playfully.


TBC....


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Chapter Seven: The Naked Truth


The loud buzzing of the alarm woke Buffy the next morning, and she groaned, her hand slapping the off button on the offending object. And, groggily she threw the covers off of the bed, sliding off of it herself, her feet hitting the soft carpet by her bed. And, gathering a pair of light blue hip-hugging jeans, a white lacy shirt, and clean undergarments, she headed for the bathroom.

Her eyes half closed, the still half-asleep Buffy walked over to the bathroom throwing open to the door....only to come face to face with a naked Spike. Her eyes immediately widened as she started to back up, and in the process of backing up knocking her head against the wall, while trying to keep her eyes away from his penis.

Spike's eyes widened as well, his hands reaching for his groin, cupping it in his hands and turning around.

"Bloody buggerin' hell!" He cursed. "Get out!"

She did just that, scrambling out of the bathroom and into her room at the speed of lighting, slamming the door behind her. And, she made a quick decision to swear of her morning shower for a day, throwing on her clothes and pulling her hair into a tight ponytail. She than headed for her mother's bathroom to brush her teeth. Giles and her mother always left early for work.

Than, walking back into her room, she woke Drusilla. The brunette teen always liked to sleep in later than the blonde, usually taking a shower the night before instead of in the mornings.

And, the rest of the morning, Buffy tried to avoid Spike, and for the first time in ages, she couldn't wait to get to school.

****

"You saw Spike's penis?!" Cordelia's voice seemed to echo throughout the hallway and Buffy covered the brunettes mouth her eyes wide.

"Could you say it any louder?" She took her hand away, placing it on her hip.

"Sorry it's just...." Cordelia looked back up at Buffy. "What did it look like? Was it big? Was it small? Was it fat? Thin?"

"Cordelia!" Buffy started to turn red at the thought of seeing the bleached-blonde's groin. "Stop.....And I didn't get that good of a look. So just, ewwww. I mean, he just didn't lock the door and I was half asleep. He should of locked the door."

"I wanna see Spike's penis." Cordelia said, her lower lip jutting out in a pout.

"Okay first thing ewwwwww. And second....well there isn't a second. Just ewwww. And please stop." Buffy covered her face with her hands, shaking her head. Before, putting her hands back at her side and looking back at Cordelia. "I knew I shouldn't of told you."

"You should of took a picture."

"Took a picture of what?" Anya approached from behind the duo, her purple book-bag slung over her left shoulder, and her Geometry book held in her hand.

"Spike's penis!" Cordelia looked at Anya as if it was the most obvious answer.

"What the bloody hell?" Drusilla approached from behind. "Are you guys talking about Will's penis?"

"No-" Buffy started, but was cut off by an over-excited Cordelia.

"Yes!"

Buffy covered her face with her hands once again, "God help me."

"Why?" Drusilla looked disgusted at the thought of the three talking about her brother's groin.

"Buffy walked in on him when he was naked this morning." Cordelia spoke.

"I didn't mean to, I said that!" Buffy's face was the color of a tomato by now. Her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

Drusilla looked at Buffy, a look of repulsiveness on her face, "Were you bragging about it?"

"No! I just told Cordy about how I accidentally did and how embarrassed I was and stuff. And she turns it into a whole blab-fest. I told her to keep her mouth shut." Buffy groaned.

"Keep whose mouth shut about what?" Willow walked up to the group, a bright smile on her face.

"Buffy walked in while Spike was naked." Cordelia immediately filled Willow in.

"Someone kill me now." Buffy groaned, her hands covering her flushed face once again.

****

Saturday approached rather quickly, and Buffy was glad for a break from the hellish week back from Christmas break she'd have. Well, hellish besides the fact Riley Finn had asked her out on a date.

She hadn't spoken to Spike since Monday morning, or Tuesday....if you count him cursing at her to get out of the bathroom talking. The embarrassed teens hadn't spoken of the incident nor to each other, well basically from none other than....embarrassment.

And, finally the day she had been waiting for all week was here. For, it was the day she would be going out on a date with Riley.

The whole afternoon had been spent getting ready for the big event. And, by 6:30 her hair was curled, dark make-up applied, her tight black leather skirt that barely reached mid-thigh along with a lace up red strapless shirt and high heeled boots in place, making her look simply stunning....Or to put it more frankly, just plain hot.

Her mother and Giles were out doing who-knows-what, so Buffy had been free to wear and do what she wanted for the afternoon, thankful that her mom wasn't around to comment on her riskay clothing or the guy she was going on a date with. And, thankfully, Drusilla didn't mind spending the evening watching Dawn either. Spike, well he was out practicing with the Dingoes, another thing for her to not deal with. So, everything was perfect. Nothing could ruin this night. Right? Right.

And, just as she was walking down the stairs, at precisely 7 P.M., the door bell rang. Buffy immediately opened it, smiling up at her date who was decked in khaki slacks and a plain white t-shirt.

"Buffy...." He spoke, his voice trailing off. "You look amazing."

"Thanks." She smiled, blushing from his compliment. "You look great yourself."

"Thanks." He smiled. "So I was thinking we'd go the Bronze. Or would you like to eat first, then go to the Bronze?"

"Bronze sounds fine. I'm not very hungry." She replied.

He nodded, holding out his arm for her to take, which she did. Yet, right before leaving she called up the stairs "DRU! I'M LEAVING!"

"OKAY!" Was the reply yelled back.

And the two headed off to the Bronze for a night of fun.

****

Ten minutes later, the duo entered the Bronze, Buffy again holding onto Riley's arm as she took in her surroundings of the familiar club, looking to see if she could spy any familiar faces. She didn't see any. But, what did catch her eye was the large crowd gathered around a table off to the right. Buffy just shrugged it off looking up at Riley.

"Wanna dance?"

He smiled, "I was just gonna ask you the same question."

A slow song immediately came on, and Buffy was glad for it, as Riley pulled her close. And, the two started swaying to the music.....until....

"What the BLOODY HELL are you wearing?"

Buffy's eyes snapped open, "Spike?"

His eyes were narrowed as he took in Buffy's extremely short skirt and very revealing shirt, her outfit left very little to the imagination. "Yes. And I said, what the BLOODY HELL are you wearing?"

"Since when do you care?"

"Since you became family." He hissed, grabbing her by the arm, and trying to drag her away from Riley.

"Hey man, what the hell are you doing?" Riley, put his hand on Buffy's shoulder, pulling her back, yet pausing for a second. "Aren't you that guy from the Dingoes?"

"Yeah." He rolled his eyes at Riley. "Now if you'll excuse us...."

"You can leave my girlfriend alone." Riley hissed, taking a menacing step towards Spike and towering over him by at least a foot.

Spike shrugged, stepping around Riley and grabbing Buffy by the arm.

"I said leave her alone." Riley pushed Spike off of Buffy.

"Okay. STOP!" Buffy yelled, getting in between the two before a fight could break out. "Please. Just, PLEASE don't fight."

"Well, he's out her basically trying to grab your ass." Spike hissed, turning towards Riley. "Touch her and you're dead."

"What are you going to do about it?" Riley narrowed his eyes dangerously, looking over Buffy's head and at Spike.

"Oh, so you're admitting your a bloody disrespectful pig who just wants a piece of ass?" Spike growled.

Getting extremely angry, Riley roughly shoved Buffy out of the way, promptly knocking her unconscious and diving for Spike. A crowd had gathered around them at this point. Most of them chanting "Spike!" as a fight broke out, and Riley dove in for a punch, hitting Spike in the eye. Spike growled angrily.

And, angered that the dumb asshole had just knocked Buffy unconscious Spike promptly kicked Riley in the groan, sending the teenager to his knee's in pain. Spike quickly rushed to Buffy's Spike, cradling her head in his lap.

"Buffy? Buffy?"

Most of the female occupants of the Bronze watched in jealousy as Spike tried to take care of Buffy. He ever heard one whisper "I wish that was me." And he groaned. He *really* needed to get out of her.

So, picking Buffy up in his arms, he walked over to where his friends and bandmates still were.

"Lets get out of here." He said, looking back and realizing Riley was standing up again.

And, rushing out of the Bronze. The five piled in to Oz's van, Buffy still unconscious and Spike deathly worried.

"Dude," Xander spoke. "I think we need to take her to the hospital."

"Then go!" Spike yelled. "Now!"

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