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I hope you readers are enjoying this series of one chapter stories. I just wanted to write some unangstsy stuff for once.
Thanks.
JUSTICE FOR ALL


Chapter 2:


Buffy sat on her big, California king-sized bed that she shared with her husband, William ‘Spike’ Giles. While she waited for her hubby to join her, fresh from his shower, she practiced on her saxophone. The sax was Buffy’s way of relaxing and letting off some steam. She had been playing the damn thing for years and really enjoyed this hobby of hers.

Spike strode out of the bathroom into the master bedroom. He had a large towel wrapped around his waist, covering his manly parts (as he called them).

“Lose the towel,” Buffy mumbled after she removed her lips from the saxophone’s mouthpiece, briefly.

“Your wish,” Spike chuckled devilishly, chucking the towel onto the antique settee in their bedroom.

“Is my command,” he finished with a naughty smirk at his beloved little wife.

“Kids all asleep?” Spike asked his wife, warily as he slipped in between the sheets of their bed. He leaned back on his pillow and listened to Buffy’s sax notes, even as he half closed his eyes.

“All out like lights,” Buffy stopped long enough, with her music, to answer him. “Dawn’s worried,” she continued as she scrunched her brows together in concentration. “Says she’s not going to get that lead part in the day camp play she’s wanted for months. Poor thing,” Buffy shook her head in sympathy for her eldest child.

“I sure know how ‘that’ feels. To be worried about not getting the part you want,” Buffy sighed in frustration. “Or the head cheerleading spot for that matter,” she mumbled, a bright red blush on her face.

“Yeah, well these kids of ours have to find out that life is full of disappointments. You know that luv,” Spike murmured, sleepily.

“True, but I hate to see any of our kids disappointed,” Buffy pouted. “I want everything for our kids. Don’t you?” She glanced at her husband with a raised brow.

“Of course,” Spike nodded in response. “But we have to be realistic here. Just because ‘we’ want something for our kids? In the long run? Or they do? It’s not guaranteed, nothing is.”

“Hmmm,” Buffy murmured softly as she went back to her sax practice.

Suddenly, Buffy stopped her practice and eyed her husband, coyly. “Any requests?” she inquired of Spike, saucily.

Spike’s blue eyes flew open, fully, and he grinned wickedly. “Oh, a few,” he purred huskily. Before Buffy could blink an eye, Spike grabbed the saxophone and laid it next to them on the bed. He then pulled Buffy to his body, tightly, and began to kiss any available flesh he could.

“I meant music requests, dear,” Buffy giggled merrily as she pretended to try and get away from her husband’s embrace.

“You meant,” Spike growled lowly, “any requests and not just musical ones.” He began to smother Buffy with hot passionate kisses. On her face; her lips and neck, right down to her chest.

All the while, Buffy laughed hysterically, trying not to give in too easily to her husband’s ‘requests’.

“Ah,” Buffy hissed between pants, “you only love me for my ‘hot sax’ Will!” She began to giggle, uncontrollably again, while her husband nipped at her ample breasts with his mouth.

“No,” Spike halted his sexual onslaught of his wife. He looked, soulfully into her green eyes. “I love you for you. The whole package that is you, my Princess,” he purred into her warm little ear. “The ‘hot sax’ as you put it, is just a bonus, baby!”


Spike buried his mouth into Buffy’s still taut, flat tummy and began to kiss the warm flesh there, hungrily.


“All rise,” Charles Gunn ordered, evenly, of the packed courtroom audience.

“The honorable Judge Elizabeth Summers presiding,” he rambled out in his deep monotone.

“Thank you Charles,” Buffy greeted her trusty bailiff, with her professional demeanor.

“Please be seated,” Gunn instructed the audience. “Ladies, gentlemen, your Honor?” he finished with a nod at the courtroom.

“This is #711 on the court docket, your Honor,” Gunn informed Buffy as he gave her the file in his hand. “In the matter of Newton vs Hope and Taylor,” the bailiff glanced at the plaintiff and the two defendants, stoically.

“Ms. Newton,” Judge Buffy began carefully as she scanned the file in front of her. “You claim that Mr. Scott Hope and Peter Taylor of Ventura, California damaged your car? After taking it without your permission?”

Buffy suppressed the urge to roll her green eyes, in disgust at this case.

‘Oh, great,’ she thought with resentment, ‘another one of those cases. The guys, who pretended to be interested in Cassie Newton, ‘borrowed’ her car without permission. Uh, huh, right. They drove it out to the beach and…”

“Yes Maam,” Cassie Newton nodded firmly. “The defendants, Scott and Peter, took my car, without my permission. Actually, your Honor? It was my parents’ car.”

‘Oh, this just gets better and better,’ Buffy fought the desire to chuckle. On national television, even.

“Did your parents know that you had the car, Ms. Newton?” Buffy asked the plaintiff with a raised brow.

“Well, uhm, not exactly and…” Ms Newton looked as if she was about to throw up. Right on national television!

“Okay,” Buffy sighed in exasperation. “It says here, Ms. Newton, that you are twenty-years-old?” Buffy stared at the young woman, warily.

“You and the two defendants have known each other for years? Since grade school and even attended certain ‘rituals’ together?” Buffy scowled as she repeated the written words in front of her.

“Rituals?” she asked the young female plaintiff. “Do I dare ask what kind of rituals?” Buffy suddenly felt very light headed indeed.

“Oh, just silly kid stuff, your Honor,” Cassie Newton giggled like a school girl. “You know.”

“No, Ms. Newton,” Buffy groaned, audibly, “I don’t know. Do you mean like virgin sacrifice stuff? A goat or two? I’m not sure exactly what you mean and maybe I don’t want to know,” Buffy shook her blond head and sighed.

“Anyway, you are twenty, right Ms. Newton?” Buffy peered down at the wholesome looking young woman before her.

“Yes Maam,” Cassie Newton nodded.

“And you two,” Buffy squinted to read the defendants’ ages, “are twenty also? Is that right?” She ‘glared’ at the two young men.

‘Oh, don’t they look all American all right,’ she noted, trying not to smirk at the TV cameras.

“Yes Maam,” the two young men answered in unison.

“So, you are all three, twenty-years-old,” Buffy muttered. “And yet you cannot take any responsibility, any of you, for this mess?”



“Your Honor,” Cassie piped up, “if I may? We are all still young, right? Just kids really and going through these phases of ours. It’s hard to be…”

“Ms. Newton,” Buffy nearly growled at the young woman. “When I was your age? I was in my second year as a law student, so please. Don’t go there with me. About the phase hooey and all!”

“Yes Maam,” Cassie replied, sheepishly.

“You two,” Buffy glared at the male defendants, “dumb and dumber? Did you or did you not take Ms. Newton’s form of transportation without her consent?”

“No Maam,” Scott and Peter replied, earnestly enough, together.

“Oi!” Buffy cried, dramatically. “My mother told me there would be days like this, Gunn,” she sighed to the bailiff. Gunn just shrugged, indifferently and continued to stare at the wall.

“So,” Buffy groaned again, loudly, “Ms Newton claims that Scotty and Petey here took off with her car. No, make that her mommy and daddy’s car, from a regular, no frills ritual?”

“Yes Maam,” Cassie nodded at Buffy with a slight smile.

By this time, the audience in the courtroom was bursting with the urge to break out into uncontrolled laughter, but they knew better. There was never, ever any silliness, or at least out of hand silliness, allowed in Judge Buffy’s courtroom.

“Well?” Buffy looked to the two young men before her. “Let’s hear the whole story, or at least your version of it.”

Scott and Peter burst into some song and dance about needing to borrow Cassie’s car to run to the ritual store or something. Truth was, Buffy deciphered, that they had gone on a beer run. Which really did kind of give Buffy some hope for the future of America.

‘If it was a beer run,’ Buffy reasoned, ‘at least the younger generation is following in our traditions. Oh dear God! What the hell am I saying!?!’ Buffy was instantly ashamed with herself for hazing out there.

“About halfway back to the party, I mean the religious ritual, Maam,” Peter Taylor had the floor now. “We hit a shadowy animal, in the middle of the road, Maam,” the blond kid hung his head in embarrassment.

“An animal?” Buffy asked, warily. She wasn’t really too sure if she wanted to hear this or not.

“A rampaging goat, your Honor,” Scott interjected. “The damn thing just shot out of nowhere and…”

“That’s enough!” Buffy cried impatiently.

Everyone in the courtroom, burst into laughter over the irony of the situation. Here these three kids were going on about religious rituals. In the meantime, on a beer run, the two guys hit a goat and…

Well, it was too damned ironic for words.

“Give me your estimates,” Buffy ordered Ms. Newton, gruffly.

After looking over the estimates, Buffy ordered the defendants to pay Cassie Newton’s parents $2,351.99 in damages and repairs.

“Miss Newton,” Buffy admonished the plaintiff, before allowing her to leave the courtroom. “May I make a suggestion,” the judge offered the young woman.

“Yes Maam,” Cassie replied, automatically.

“Go to college,” Buffy grimaced at the girl. “Do something with your life besides hangs out with frick and frack here,” she finished with a glare at the two young men.

“Oh, and by the way, gentlemen,” Buffy grinned, benevolently at the two young men. “I’m ordering you to do forty hours of community service. To our lovely little city of Sunnydale, California. The city will put you up, in moderate accommodations and give you all the comforts of home, while you’re here. You can make up for killing a wayward farm goat by cleaning the Sunnydale City Zoo for a week.”

“But your Honor!” Scott Hope cried indignantly, “that’s not fair. We just hit the goat, by accident!”



Buffy stood up, but just before she turned and left the courtroom? She raised her gavel and slammed it, with authority, on her desk.

“That’s my ruling,” Buffy stated coolly. “Good day,” she called to the court audience and left the courtroom.

“Charles,” Buffy sighed deeply as she slumped in her inner office chair. “In our day,” she continued, puzzled. “We just snuck into movies and made out with our boyfriends at Lovers’ Lane. What happened and what meeting did I miss?”


A/N: So, this was my second episode of Buffy’s Justice for all!
Peter Taylor is a take on the character from Season 7, BTVS. The guy that played Tim Allen’s son on Home Improvement and tried to sacrifice poor Cassie Newton on BTVS. Scott Hope, is of course, Scott!

I hope you guys read this and enjoy it for the ‘fun’ it’s suppose to be!

Thanks, luv Spuf





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