Title : The Wild Child's Christmas Wedding
Rating : PG-13 (for a couple of curse words)
Summary : Following Spike's proposal to Buffy in the last chapter of The Wild Child, the pair set the wedding date for Christmas Day, can their day turn out as perfect as they planned? This is for everyone wanting a sequel and/or wedding fic for The Wild Child, and anyone else wanting a happy Spuffy Christmas story.
Disclaimer : Joss still owns all the recognisable characters from Buffy The Vampire Slayer and Angel The Series.
Part 1 of 3
"'S bloody typical, ain't it?" Spike sighed as he found his fiancé in staring out of the large windows at the countryside, "Plan your wedding round the promise of a white bleedin' Christmas, and the soddin' sun decides it should be Summer" he said as he walked over to Buffy and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.
"It's not like we're having a heatwave or anything" she smiled as she leant back into his embrace, "It'd be much hotter than this if we were getting married in California" she told him, eyes still staring straight ahead, out of the window.
It was about eighteen months now since Buffy Summers had been sent from her home in LA to stay with her Godfather, Rupert Giles, in the English countryside. There she'd met a man that would change her life and on whom she would have a similar effect. She and William, who was now more commonly known as Spike, had got engaged at the start of the Summer, and after hearing there was a good chance of a white Christmas this year, had immediately planned their big day for December 25th.
"You wish you were there?" Spike asked the blonde as he held her tight, "Back in LA or whatever?"
"Sometimes" she admitted a little sadly, turning in his embrace, "But only if you were there with me" she assured him as her arms slid around his neck and she pulled his head down, "I wouldn't wanna go anywhere without you" she promised, kissing him to reinforce her pledge.
"Bloody relieved to hear that" Spike smirked when they broke for air a moment later, "'Specially since you're gonna be Mrs William Giles in about... 91 hours" he told her as he checked his watch for the date and time.
"That's a little scary" she admitted, though she smiled when she said it, "But the best thing in the world too, cos y'know I love you" she said, eyes flitting to the floor and back. It still felt strange to say those words and really mean them, and even stranger when she heard Spike say them back, knowing for sure that his feelings were as real and true as her own.
They were kissing again when Willow tapped on the door and let herself in. She turned away when she realised what they were doing and coughed loudly till the pair broke apart.
"Coasts clear Red, you can turn round, luv" Spike told her with a smirk, Buffy still in his arms, "You need us for somethin' or what?"
"Actually it's just Buffy I need" Willow admitted, "Your dress is back, all altered and fixed up. I thought you'd wanna try it on, make sure it's okay now?"
"Absolutely" Buffy nodded, grinning widely. Of all things connected to the wedding, the blonde loved her dress the most. Her dreams of being a princess and having a fairytale wedding were finally coming true, and the beautifully traditional white dress was, in her opinion at least, perfect.
Planting one last kiss on Spike's lips, she hurried towards the door, and went upstairs with Willow to try on her dress for what should be the final fitting before her big day. They met Drusilla on the landing and the brunette smiled, grabbing for her soon-to-be-sister's hand.
"The fairies are singing" she said brightly, "They wove the rainbow into your skirts, dear sister, and now you shall be the princess on my darling brother's dreams"
"That's right, Dru" Buffy nodded, "They brought my dress back, and it should fit perfectly now" she agreed, being able to decipher Dru's ramblings as well as anyone else in the house by now, "You wanna come see me try it on?" she offered and the pale young woman smiled wider.
"Yes, please" she nodded clapping her hands together, "I'd like that very much"
The three girls headed down to Buffy's bedroom where her wedding dress was laid out on her bed. The sight of it brought tears to her eyes all over again, just as it had the previous three times she'd laid eyes on it. Of course her husband-to-be had another four days to wait before he would see her in it, but she'd played the scene over in her head so many times, Buffy knew exactly how he would react, how stunned he would be but in a good way to see her looking so beautiful. She smiled to herself as she slipped out of her own clothes and Willow helped her get fastened into her dress. Minutes later she was staring at herself in the full length mirror, feeling stupid because she just wanted to cry, she was so happy.
"Buffy, it's beautiful" Willow told her as she stood to one side, and Dru to the other.
"A perfect picture of a princess" the brunette giggled, clapping her hands together wildly, "Shame your faith won't hold til Christmas" she sighed, suddenly looking forlorn. Buffy's eyes shifted from the mirror to the girl beside her, and she frowned.
"What do you mean, Dru?" she checked. Though Spike's sister was often prone to talking nonsense, a lot of what she said did turn out to have real meaning underneath it all somewhere, and it was just so strange that she'd mentioned Faith. Buffy had been thinking of her cousin just a little while ago, moments before Spike had found her by the window. Though she loved her life here in England with her new family, she occasionally missed LA and her cousin that lived there still.
"Sometimes I think all my hair will fall out and I'll be bald" Drusilla said thoughtfully, winding her brunette curls around her fingers.
"Dru, sweetie, can you tell me what you meant before?" Buffy asked her, trying to get the girl to focus, by holding onto her hands and looking her straight in the eye, "Something about Faith?" she urged her as Willow looked on, wondering why Dru's words had bothered her so much.
"The naughty little pixie wants a playmate" Dru giggled, "but the sun is too black across the pond for the princess to go back and drown" she sing-songed as if it were a nursery rhyme or some such she were singing.
Buffy frowned as she tried to figure out what the other girl mean, and Willow assured her it was probably nothing.
"Ah William" Giles smiled as he almost literally ran into his nephew in the main foyer, "I was about to come and find you" he admitted, "I confess I am having some trouble with this speech I am to prepare" he sighed, removing his glasses and cleaning them on a handkerchief, "It is quite preposterous, as you know I am quite adept at giving speeches but I do believe it is impossible to sum up both yourself, Buffy, and your relationship in just a few short paragraphs" he shook his head.
"You'll do fine, Giles" Spike smiled, "Got every confidence in you to do us proud"
"Be that as it may" Giles sighed, "I do wish I could forego the formality of the speech. Whilst I am perfectly happy to give Buffy away, indeed it is an honour, I am most uncomfortable giving a speech that ought to be made by her father"
"He'd have a bit of trouble doin' it himself" Spike pointed out, "Unless you know a bloody good psychic or a necromancer of some sort" he rolled his eyes.
"Really, William, that is not at all appropriate humour" Giles snapped and Spike had the decency to look a little shameful.
"I know" he agreed, "Just my nerves making me a thoughtless sod I reckon" he sighed, "Buffy's up there right now, tryin' on that damn dress of hers" he said, glancing up the main staircase in the general direction of where his fianceé was right now, "Caught her day dreamin' about home before, back in LA. Stupid as it sounds, Giles, even this close to the big day, as much as I love and trust her, I keep thinking..."
"That she might run out on you?" Giles guessed.
"Right git for even considering it, ain't I?" Spike sighed as he stared at the large Christmas tree by the stairs. He smiled as he thought of Buffy and how she went on and on about the dress she would wear for their wedding. He imagined she would look not unlike the angel on top of the tree, and he hated himself even more for giving way to such thoughts of her running away.
"William, it is perfectly natural to be nervous you know" Giles told his nephew, "Yourself, and Buffy, have both been through some difficult times, and despite the fact your adoration for her is obvious I have no doubt she is equally as agitated about your big day" he assured him, giving him a fatherly pat on the back.
"Maybe you're right" Spike sighed, shoving his hands in his pockets and looking towards the stairs once again as he thought of Buffy, "Not like she'd have anywhere to run even if she wanted to" he smirked, "Every buggers coming here for Christmas"
It was true, in fact. Any friends of Spike and/or Buffy that meant anything to them at all were coming down to Giles House over the next couple of days to stay for the wedding and the Christmas period. As Giles had said, it was pointless for them to all travel down the night before and stay in hotels when there was more than enough room for everybody in the veritable mansion of a house.
"Speaking of which, I do believe your first guests might be here" Giles commented as he heard the heavy front door being open and closed.
As the two men looked expectantly towards the door, they got the shock of their lives as a skinny brunette came strutting through the internal doors with an almost nervous smile on her face, Xander right behind her looking both stunned and worried.
"Hey, Spike, how's tricks?" Faith asked as Giles removed his glasses and looked heavenward and the bleached blond's mouth dropped open in cartoon like fashion.
"Bloody hell" he exclaimed, "Talk of the devil, and she appears"
To Be Continued...
A/N : Sorry this is so short, but the other two chapters should be longer. In the meantime, reviews are always of the good :-)