Small-town Meets Big Trouble

A/N- SEE CHAPTER ONE! PLEASE READ THE AFTER NOTE, AND VOTE! OR IF YOU HAVE SUGGESTED PAIRINGS OR SPOOFY IDEAS. READ AND REVIEW! OH, AND ENJOY SPIKEY GOODNESS! HEHE!

Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy, Angel, or Gilmore Girls

Part TWO

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Sure, Cordy didn't mind being flown first class across the country, it was the moaning and giggling that was making the whole thing nauseating. She was tempted to get up and drop a hot towel on them. Okay, maybe it was more than just then noises, she had been so close to breaking Angel into the perfect man, well that was a stretch, but he was more attentive to her. Buffy had always gotten the guy that she wanted, I mean, Owen, Angel, and Xander had that whole big yen for her. Ohh, and Wes too, he had almost gone for her, and then in walks Buffy, in too tight leather and a top that was hardly a top. Sometimes the PTB were really cruel, I mean, how many guys really like tiny, blonde girls who look way innocent. None! That was the answer; guys liked brunettes who were fashionable.

Wes was a bit jealous, sitting in the row across from Buffy and Angel; he could not help but hear the obvious smacking. The truth was that, when he had first gotten to Sunnydale to meet his slayers, he had expected women like the watchers he knew, nothing like the bubbly blonde who seemed to light a room just with her presence. He had been attracted to her surely, and only directed his attentions to Cordelia in an attempt to keep the line between watcher and slayer intact.

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Tara, Willow, and Xander herded Dawn out of the house the next morning and onto the almost too wholesome streets. Dawn dragged her heels, while the other three talked semi-chirpily. They finally reached a diner called Luke's. It was busy, or that was what it seemed like. The mega wiccan pushed the door open and the bell chimed a man in flannel looked up from a note pad at the counter. He gave an almost forced smile and waved for them to take a seat.

The foursome did and after a moment he walked over to them, "Can I get you some coffee?"

Willow cleared her throat, "Yeah, three and Dawnie do you want some juice?"

"That's fine Willow," the sullen teen answered.

Willow continued, "So three coffees and an orange juice. I was also wondering if Luke Danes was around?"

The man froze, "You're looking at him."

Willow's eyes bulged for a moment and then she seemed to recover, "This might be hard to hear, but your sister, Joyce, she died last year."

Luke sunk down into an empty chair, "Oh God, I didn't have any idea. You knew her?"

Dawn hesitantly reached a hand out to pat his, "I'm her daughter."

Luke looked up, near tears gleaming in his eyes, "Buffy?"

"No," Dawn shook her head, a little sore about the remainder, "I'm the youngest, Dawn."

Luke gave a half smile, "I never got to meet you, I heard a lot about you from your mother, but your father never let you guys see me. Is Hank here?"

Xander restrained a slight growl, "No, he and Dawn haven't seen each other in nearly four years."

"Good, sorry. Where's Buffy?" Luke asked good naturedly, hiding his sorrow at his sisters death.

"She's-," Xander started, but Willow interjected, "Buffy's been traveling for work, so we mostly take care of Dawn."

Three faces looked a little more than shocked at Willow's statement. They all knew that Buffy was dead, and not coming back. They decided to go along, Xander understanding at last how much trouble it might be to explain that Buffy was dead, leapt to her death. So they continued to get to know each other. None of them noticed when the day became dark with clouds and a light rain fell from the sky. And with the dark came a bleached blonde, jaywalking across the streets.

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Taylor was waving happily, as a young child walked out of his store, the market was quiet and he was covering up the open vegetable stands outside in preparation for the storm. He glanced up and his jaw dropped in horror as a bleached blonde man in black leather jaywalked across the street, while smoking!

Taylor half ran half skipped towards the offender, he looked awkward, his face turning cherry red and his lips turning white from squeezing them so tightly, he called out to the hellion, "Excuse me! Excuse me!"

The man kept walking, he was headed towards Luke's. Taylor picked up his pace and huffed about the propriety of the town being compromised…and his new tweed sweater being destroyed by smoke. He called out again, "Excuse me! Sir! Would you please stop walking…I'd like to talk to you young man!"

Spike slowed his pace and debated turning around and slugging the guy damn the chip or feign ignorance. The Buffy in him won out and he stopped, turned to face the portly, which was putting it nicely, man. He couldn't hold back the snickers that rose in his throat, "This guy must have a bigger stick up his bum than the Slayer or Peaches…" The lump that always seemed to be waiting in his throat grew larger to the point where breathing out the smoke became impossible. His anger at his own slip overwhelmed his senses.

Taylor clucked disapprovingly, not hearing the insult, "Thank you, now, we have expectations in our town. I think that everyone would appreciate it if you would refrain from dressing like that, and cease smoking in public."

Spike was trying not to growl and vamp out just to scare the prick, "Well, look at this…you the big man in town? Well, I think we would all appreciate if we heard buger all about anything from you. Especially a persons lifestyle choices!"

Taylor put his hand on his chest, offended, "Well I never! You need to learn some manners young man! Your generation is why society is crumbling, well I won't stand for it. You put one toe out of line and I will personally make sure you end up behind bars."

Spike hid his laughter, and put all his anger to a better use, mocking this man, "Sod off you overgrown fat kid, if I wasn't a gentleman, I would take you down...however, I have a think about hitting women!" Spike didn't even bother to see the reaction this got, he just put his cigarette back into his mouth and strolled on towards the diner. A grin slowly pulling at his Spikes pale lips. The maniacal laughter that filled the darkening day was enough to make the 'Prissy Woman' run-waddle off in the direction of his store.

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I know it has been a while, but I got inspired and I decided to write, and this is sort of short because I wanted to get a bit more of spike in before the big reunion. I also have some things to poll.

If you would like the pairing to be

Buffy/angel/Spike (nothing too kinky, I just really love both SPuffy and Bangel…so…but it would only be those two…guy girl only! I don't want to complicate it anymore)

Buffy/angel (spike would either get over her or just deal)

Buffy/Spike (angel would get nixed, maybe…or he would realize he isn't good for her)

Or Spike as Buffy's 'brother/best friend'

SO please! Vote…other pairings will be maybe…(yes I am screwing with GG as well…this starts pre Jess getting there) Vote on these tooo.

Willow/Tara

Xander/Anya

Dawn/(Jess? Or Tristan?)

Rory/Dean? Or Tristan?

Lorelei/(Luke? Or start of it?)

Lane/?

Kirk/?

Gunn/?

Wes/?

Cordy/?

Fred/?

READ AND REVIEW…I WILL TRY TO UPDATE SOON, ONLY LIKE A WEEK AND HALF LEFT OF SCHOOL, AND COUNTING DOWN IS ALWAYS BEST WITH A SIDE OF REVIEWS FOR MORE WRITNG.!

Daughter of the Black