A/N In case anyone is wondering, Drusilla is Spike’s wife. I mentioned ‘Dru’ but I realized it wasn’t exactly clear or it could have easily been skipped over. I hope that clears it up. Please review!
Chapter 3 – Once Upon a Time
Buffy lay on her bed, clutching her tearstained pillow to her chest as she
tried to quiet her sobs. She hated herself for the weak, needy person she
had become.
“You used to be better than this, Summers,” she mumbled to herself,
miserable. “Once upon a time, you never would have let a man destroy
everything that was you.”
‘Once upon a time,’ she thought. ‘And once upon a time, you also had a dream
of the prince that would magically come into your life.’
6 Months Ago
Buffy laughed as she ran across the playground, being chased by a group of
rambunctious five year olds, before pretending to fall and letting the kids
pounce on her.
Buffy loved this job. She had been a kindergarten teacher at Robertson
Elementary School for the past year and a half and loved every minute of it.
Her coworkers enjoyed her likable personality, and the parents were
impressed with her vivacious attitude when teaching or playing with the
kids in her class.
It was the end of the day, and Buffy looked around at the few remaining
students she had, smiling as they all lay down around her and started making
‘grass angels.’ The air was crisp, but even though it was January, there
was no chance of snow, so they had to improvise.
Buffy took a quick headcount, letting her eyes scan the playground, before
coming to rest on the man standing on the other side of the fence. Frowning
slightly, Buffy stood up, brushing the grass off her russet leather coat and
adjusting the chocolate brown turtleneck underneath before approaching him.
“Can I help you?” she asked as she got closer.
“I don’t know, Miss…?” he trailed off with a smirk.
“Summers,” Buffy said skeptically as he took off his Ray-Bans. She found
herself gulping at the ice blue eyes that suddenly appeared.
“Miss Summers,” he replied softly as he extended his hand.
“And you are?” Buffy asked as she took his hand, trying to conceal the
shiver that ran up her spine at the combination of the accent and the fact
that he brought her hand to his lips, leaving a light kiss in his wake.
“William Atherton,” he murmured against her skin. “I’m here to pick up
Jessica Harris.”
Buffy tried to force her brain to function as he held on to her hand, gently
stroking his thumb over the sensitive flesh. “Oh, Xander’s cousin,” she
said after a moment. “I’m sorry, it must have slipped my mind. I’ll just
go get -“
“Uncle Spike! Uncle Spike!”
Buffy was cut off as Spike stepped through the nearby gate and scooped up
the little girl who was rapidly flying toward him.
“Uncle Spike?” Buffy asked skeptically.
“Well, Xander and I were always closer to brothers than cousins,” Spike
replied with a shrug.
“I was actually talking about ‘Spike',” Buffy said with a smile.
“That will have to be explained in a more private setting, luv,” he said,
raising an eyebrow and smirking at the implications.
Buffy could feel herself blushing three different shades of red as Spike
watched her with interest. “I don’t think I’ll be needing that
explanation,” Buffy replied as Spike’s smirk broadened into a smile.
“Uncle Spike, can we go for ice cream?” Jessica asked, looking at him with
wide brown eyes.
“I was thinking hot chocolate, Niblet,” he replied.
“But I feel like ice cream. Please, Uncle Spike! They have hot chocolate-flavored,” Jessica said, pleading her case.
“Fine,” Spike grumbled good-naturedly. “Only a five year old would want ice
cream when it’s forty degrees outside.”
“It’s not that cold,” Buffy said with a smile as Spike raised his eyes to
hers once again.
“Care to join us, luv?” he asked, tilting his head slightly as if he was
trying to memorize her features.
“I-I really don’t think-“
“Please, Miss Summers,” Jessica said with a smile.
“Please, Miss Summers,” Spike repeated with a pout.
The pout definitely won her over. “Okay,” she replied with a smile. “Give
me a minute.”
Spike watched as Buffy walked over to talk to another teacher on the
playground before turning and heading back to the fence.
“All set?” Spike asked as Buffy approached.
“Yeah,” she said with a nod.
* * * * *
An hour later, Spike got back in the car after dropping Jessica off with her
parents. Buffy watched him carefully as he hesitated before starting the
car.
“Thanks…for this, Spike,” Buffy said softly. “It was nice to just relax for
a change.”
“You don’t normally relax?” he asked as they headed back to the school for
Buffy to get her car.
“I usually don’t go out,” Buffy replied, looking out her window.
“A gorgeous girl like you?” Spike asked disbelievingly. “I’m afraid that’s
a little hard to believe, luv.”
Buffy flushed at being called gorgeous, something that did not go unnoticed
by Spike. He found himself slowing down as they approached the school, not
wanting this woman to leave his presence yet.
The rest of the trip was made in comfortable silence. Buffy felt
disappointed when Spike pulled into the empty parking lot, coming to a stop
next to the only car left. Buffy turned to him to say good-bye but was met
with nothing as she saw Spike jogging around to open her door for her.
“Miss Summers,” he said softly as he offered her his hand for assistance.
“Thank you,” she replied with a soft smile. Standing up, she found herself
staring into those unfathomable blue eyes. The early winter sunset was
casting shadows and a golden color over his face, bringing out the sharp
angles of his cheekbones and what looked to be incredibly soft lips.
Buffy felt her heart begin to race as Spike took a step toward her. His breath
lightly swept over her skin as he looked deep into her eyes.
Slowly, Buffy watched as his hand came up to caress her cheek, his cool
fingers sliding down until they came to rest lightly on the back of her
neck. Using his hand as leverage, Buffy felt herself being pulled forward
lightly before his lips brushed against hers in a tender kiss.
Even though their lips barely touched, Buffy found herself gasping for air
as he pulled back to look at her. Brushing a lock of hair out of her eyes,
Spike gave her a soft smile.
“I’d like to see you again,” he whispered.
“Me, too,” Buffy replied, her brain not being able to form a coherent thought
as she struggled to remain standing.
“Can I have your number?” he asked, a tinge of shyness creeping into his
otherwise tough-guy exterior.
“Do you have a pen?”
Before the question was even out of her mouth, Buffy smiled as Spike pulled
a pen out of his pocket and offered it to her. She raised an eyebrow at
him but remained quiet as she took his hand and wrote the digits on his
palm.
“And what happens if it rubs off, pet?” Spike asked with a smile.
“I guess if you want to use it, you’ll figure something out,” Buffy replied
with a playful smile as she gave him his pen back.
"I guess so,” Spike said, leaning forward to let his lips graze her cheek.
“I will, most definitely, be using it.”
Buffy smiled as he walked back to the driver’s side of his car, giving her a
little wave before getting in. She could feel her heart swell at what this
could turn into.
If only she had known what she was getting into.
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