Title: Sweet Sixteen Author: Pattyanne snapkik@yahoo.com Disclaimer: I only wrote the story Feedback: Ain't too proud to beg Summary: AU (my first) Everyone is human. Spike and Buffy are teen- age neighbors, about to meet for the first time. Rating: Will vary. This part PG-13 Part Two... ~~~~~ "You're my baby You're my pet We fell in love on the night we met.." ~~~~~ Saturday morning dawned hot and bright. The temp- erature was already in the high eighties before noon. After rolling out of bed at 10:00, Spike had joined his uncle for the Saturday morning brunch ritual they had been following ever since his arrival. One of the most surprising discoveries he'd made about his little known relative was the fact that he was a pretty good cook. Every Saturday at 10:30 on the spot, Spike would enter the dining room of his uncle's house and find a platter of deliciously scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, various fruits, toast, muffins of one sort or another, and real English tea served with milk and sugar. He still hadn't adapted to the American custom of squeezing lemons into tea. After the meal, they would talk for a bit about whatever plans they had for the day. Spike always made sure to offer himself up for any chores that needed doing before leaving the house. It was a new experience for him. In England, he hadn't had to lift a finger to do anything other than his school work. Black Oaks was fully staffed, with a large contingent of household servants...a butler, a housekeeper, three upstairs maids and three downstairs, a chef, and three kitchen helpers. Along with the indoor staff, there was a grounds keeper and his four assistants, a chauffeur, a stable master, and two stable hands. The town house in London was almost as heavily staffed, save for the fact that there was only one gardener and no stable workers. Still, even though it wasn't costing his uncle anything to have him in residence, Spike wanted to help out if he could. After all, the man wasn't getting any younger. By Spike's calculations, Uncle Rupert had to be pushing 45. This morning, the only thing he'd requested was that Spike skim the leaves and any other debris off the surface of the pool. He had a man who came to clean and main- tain the filters and heaters, but he wasn't due for a few days, and Rupert hated leaves in the pool. As Spike stood there, running the net back and forth, he caught a glimpse of himself in the pool house window. He was going to have to get a haircut soon, before school started anyway. Stupid curls were definitely looking a little on the shaggy dog side of things. He wondered idly if he should go ahead and bleach it again. It had been a while since he'd bothered, and his hair was a mixture of light brown and platinum blonde. He was hanging the skimmer back on it's hook, when he heard a car pull in to the driveway next door. Mrs. Summers black Cherokee was in serious need of a brake job, and he always knew when she came home. Spike could hear his uncle greeting their neighbor. Smiling to himself, he couldn't help thinking that old Uncle Rupert was a good deal attracted to the woman. Not that he was surprised by it. She was a good looking woman, for her age. "....the traffic from the airport is murder in the afternoon." "Oh, yes," his uncle replied. "I can imagine. Good show that you went early then." A car door slammed, and Spike heard the click of heels on pavement. "Anyway...this is my daughter. Buffy...this is Mr. Giles. He's the librarian at your new school." "Hello, Buffy. Your mother speaks of you often, I almost feel I know you." Spike was about to go into the house when he heard a girl's voice reply to his uncle's greeting. "Hi. Nice to meet you." Those five words were all she spoke, but the sound of her voice caught Spike's attention, and he peeked around the hedge at the head of the driveway to get a look at his new neighbor. "Bloody hell," he muttered beneath his breath, a remark that his grandmother had done her level best to eliminate from his vocabulary. He'd had more than one crack across the knuckles from her, after he'd picked up the phrase from the grounds keeper at Black Oaks, old Charlie Corcoran. But he couldn't help it. This Miss Summers was absolutely hands down the prettiest girl he'd seen anywhere in Sunny- dale. She had long hair, a beautiful shade of honey brown. It was thick and shiny looking, and he wanted to touch it. No more than five feet two inches tall, even in the heels she was wear- ing, her body was a pocket sized Venus; slender legs that were lightly tanned, a tiny waist, and nicely curved breasts that were surprisingly ample for such a small girl. As his eyes moved avidly up and down her figure, he developed an immediate erection. "...and I'm sure you'll be meeting him soon." His uncle was speaking to her, apparently telling her about his transplanted nephew. "That'll be nice," she said. "Will he be going to...." "Uh, yes...Sunnydale High School. He'll be a senior this year." "You know," Buffy's mother broke in. "We'll be having a birthday party for Buffy in a few days. Maybe he'd like to come and bring some friends. She doesn't really know anyone here yet." Spike grinned. Oh, he would definitely be attending that party. And he'd be very careful about who he would be bringing along. No single guys allowed. Xander could come and bring his girlfriend, Anya. Oz was a shoe in, of course. He'd been in love with his own neighbor, Willow, since they were kids. "William?" his uncle called. He'd been spotted lurking in the shadows. Shaking his hair out of his eyes again (he really was going to have to get it cut), he joined the three people in the driveway. "William...this is Buffy," Rupert continued. "She's been spending the summer with her father, I believe?" Joyce nodded. "We'd only just moved in when she went to stay with her dad in Los Angeles," she explained. "Buffy...this is Mr. Giles nephew, William Darlington." Big green eyes with impossibly long lashes lifted to meet his gaze, mesmerizing him. "Hello," he managed to say. Buffy smiled up at him. "Hi!" she said, holding out her hand. Spike took it and held it for a moment, his own larger hand seeming to swallow it up. It was small and soft, and warm, and he felt a ridiculous urge to lift it to his lips and kiss it. He was so done in by her that when she pulled her hand back, he forgot to let go! ~~~~~ "You touched my hand My heart went "pop" And, ooh when we kissed I could not stop You walked out of my dreams And into my arms Now, you're my angel divine You're sixteen, you're beautiful And you're mine You're sixteen, so beautiful And you're mine..." ~~~~~ TBC (comments?)