Chapter One
"When's he arriving? Huh? When?" Buffy pestered her mother as she set out the Iced Tea and platter of sandwiches. Among them was cucumber, Spike, her stepbrother's, favorite.
Joyce gave her an impatient look, "Buffy, will you calm down? He's going to
be here any minute now."
"Well I'm excited! I mean, I haven't seen the guy since I was sixteen. He
turned nineteen and poof! Gone. It's been four years and I've missed him."
Joyce smiled. "I'm sure he's missed you too."
Buffy rolled her green eyes, "Yeah, right. He's been too busy with. . . stuff."
"Now don't go bringing up his divorce. He's still raw from it," Joyce
warned.
"Told William he shouldn't have married her," Giles, Buffy's stepfather and
Spike's—or William as was his real name—biological father added as he
stepped in and scoffed a cucumber sandwich from the platter. Joyce
swatted him.
"And what kind of wedding was it anyway? Oooh…a judge. Bo-oring,"
Buffy grabbed a PBJ off the platter and earned a glare from her mother,
causing her to dutifully put it back.
"He should have known something was off when the woman flat out
refused to have a ceremony that involved family and friends," Giles went
on, munching away. "She wanted to make him like her. A babbling recluse
talking to dolls and planning her day around what the ‘stars' told her."
"I'd like a judge's ruling on this—the stars? I didn't hear that one. Or much
of any of them. He never wanted to talk to his bratty little sister. He
wanted his mommy," Buffy said dryly.
Joyce smiled, "Even macho men want their mommy's when something
goes wrong."
Buffy rolled her eyes. "Yeah, well, he sucks for not wanting me around.
You know there were times when I really could have used my big brother.
But no, he was too busy helping the mentally insane Drusilla."
"Our hearts don't use reason when it comes to love. The heart wants what
it wants," Joyce told her wisely.
Buffy shrugged, "Whatever. It just seems to me that if you know there's a
possibility you're going to get screwed out of the deal, why go for it? I'd
rather have both eyes wide open than completely shut, or even half
massed."
Joyce patted her arm gently. "Someday Buffy. Someday you'll love and
you'll see how wild and intense and passionate it can be. It'll take your
breath away."
"Doubt it."
"That's because you haven't found it yet."
"Maybe," Buffy said non committal.
"I think I hear the car," Giles said suddenly, straining to hear. Loud music
accompanied by a loud muffler was heard outside. "Yes, it must be him.
Just like our William: Hearing him before you see him."
Buffy smiled broadly and rushed to the door. Flinging the door open she
practically ran outside to greet her big brother. The man she'd set on a
pedestal since he'd moved out; the man who'd been away for four years and
was now back.
Rupert Giles and Joyce Summers had met at an art gallery showing –
Joyce's gallery to be specific. Buffy had been ten years old. Sparks flew for
the couple and it wasn't long before the "I Do's" were exchanged. Out of the
deal, Buffy got a father who was actually there for her and an older brother,
both British. Something she'd wished she had before. She was of the
opinion that all girls needed a big brother to protect them. Spike had fit the
role to a T. Well, he went from that to alternately telling her to get lost. It
was a sibling thing and it hadn't really bothered her all that much.
With his rebel ways and penetrating blue eyes with the bleached blond
locks, William had given himself the nickname Spike and he was a force to
be reckoned with. He felt that his ‘step mum' and Dad were trying to hinder
him too much and he'd moved out the second he'd turned nineteen. He'd
taken off for the east coast and had gone to college there for a while before
meeting the elusive Drusilla and getting married. It'd been a shock to all of
them and it had hurt Buffy to know that he never bothered with her much
anymore, not even to tell her the good news. Their parents had gone out to
visit him a few times over the years, but Spike had never set foot in
Sunnydale again. Taking a silent protest and figuring she wasn't wanted
much to begin with, Buffy had never gone out to see him.
All of that seemed to be somewhat eradicated when she'd found out that he
was moving back home however. She was excited to see him, hoping that
maybe they'd get close again, that maybe he would allow her to be part of
his life. God knew she wanted to show off him off. She'd built him up over
the years into this James Dean like icon. He was to her the epitome of cool.
The fact that he'd taken off to the other side of the U.S., was fascinating to
her—even more that he'd driven there to ‘see more of the country'. And
now, he'd driven back with what few belongings he could fit in the back of
his DeSoto. The rest had been shipped home and was currently in boxes in
his old bedroom. Heaven forbid he should leave the DeSoto behind or skip
out on the chance of not ‘seeing the country again'.
Spike stepped out of his car, his hair still bleached, but his dark roots had
started coming in. His hair was shaggier than she remembered and it was a
riot of curls. He had also acquired a duster it seemed and hadn't quit
smoking as a cigarette dangled from his mouth. She caught a flash of black
nail polish as he took out the cigarette and flung it to the street. He wore
black Docs, black jeans and a black t shirt with a red button down.
"Spike!" she shouted and ran at him, smiling happily.
His eyes widened and his jaw dropped for a brief second before grinning
goofily and opening his arms to her.
She flung herself in his open arms and squealed when he lifted her off the
ground and swung her a bit.
"How's my kitten?" he asked, his voice deep and husky.
"I'm so glad you're home!" she exclaimed excitedly. "How was the trip
back? Has the country changed much since the last time you drove through
it?"
He placed her down on the ground and grinned. "Little bit. Don't
remember a lot actually."
"Maybe in another four years you could do it again to stay on top of it."
He smiled, "Maybe I'll take you with me next time."
She rolled her eyes, "Yeah, right."
"William!" Joyce exclaimed, rushing up to greet him.
Buffy stepped aside, and met his warm blue eyes as he hugged their mom.
She smiled happily. Things were definitely looking good.
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Author's Chapter Notes:
now I know there are a lot of stepsibling stories on here, and I cannot name them off the top of my head. I might have been influenced by the idea, but the story itself is all my creation from my head. :)