Those Were the Best Days of Their Lives
by Shannon
Part 8
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Author: Shannon
Rating: G - PG. I'm not going anywhere perverted with little kids!!
Disclaimer: Joss is a lucky, lucky man.
Summary: AU Buffy & Co. They're in 1st grade. I'm gonna make with the couples, but the couples *I* want. Buffy/Willow, Xander/Anya, Tara/Spike, Giles/Joyce.
Notes: Okay bear with me, it's been a little while since I was in the first grade, and I did it in Australia. I don't know what 6 year olds learn, so if it's too advanced, or too easy for them, don't blame me... :P This chapter is mainly gonna focus on Joyce/Giles... and yes, I'm aware that it's been near forever since I updated... year 12 bites the big one, trust me. Also, I don't remember names of Barbies, so bear with me there, too.
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Joyce straightened her coat, as she stood outside Rupert's door. She checked her watch, which said 8:00pm on the dot. She took a breath, and raised her hand to knock on the door, when it was opened abrupty to reveal a somewhat eager first grade teacher. Joyce laughed nervously.
"Hello, Rupert." Her opening sentiment was returned with a warm smile, from a frazzled parent. "Hello, Joyce. I just got William off to bed; you have remarkable timing." He stepped to one side, and allowed the blonde wmon to step beyond the threshold of his home. Rupert quickly shut his door, and stepped behind Joyce to assist her in removing her jacket. Joyce smiled, and thanked him.
Rupert hung her coat upon the hatstand, and walked to her side. "Would... would you like a tour?" He smiled a boyish smile, as he attempted to woo this charming lady.
"I'd love one."
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"Willowwwww, do you have Barbies?" Willow looked up from her advanced spelling words that Mr. Giles had given her to look at her very whiny and pouty-looking friend, and couldn't help but smile.
"'Course I do! You wanna take a break and play a bit?" Buffy nodded eagerly, and Willow crawled over to the box where her mom kept her Barbies. Buffy looked over to where Willow was with interest. "Which ones do you have?"
"Well, I have Rocker Barbie, Cut and Style Barbie, Teacher Barbie, Hollywood Hair Barbie, Glitter Beach Bar--"
"Ooh, can I have that one?" Buffy interrupted, with her eyes sparkling. Willow grinned, and handed her the bikini-clad Barbie, and took Hollywood Hair Barbie for herself.
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"...and now here we are back in the living room." Rupert finished his tour with a wave of his arms, and Joyce withheld her laughter. "Alright, yes, I'll admit that the arms were a bit much but... oh, look, William's awake!" Rupert looked towards his son, grateful for the distraction.
A very sleepy William, clad in fire engine pyjama's and clutching a patched up scruffy teddy, was standing in the doorframe, rubbing his eye. "Daddy, my eye hurts." Rupert's expression softened, as he walked over to where his son was standing. He crouched down so he was eye level with the young boy. "What seems to be the matter with your eye, Will?" William looked up at his father, his bottom lip trembling. "I just woke up and it was owie and sore." Rupert turned around to face Joyce, and she smiled and nodded. He turned back around and took his son by the hand, and led him down the hallway.
Standing in the background, Joyce marvelled at the relationship between Rupert and his son. William seemed to be the complete opposite to Buffy, yet they still were good friends. Buffy would never come crying to Joyce, no matter how upset she was. She always put on a brave facade. Joyce shook herself out of her daydream, when Rupert appeared back in the room, William-less. "I'm terribly sorry about that, he gets nightmares sometimes, and never really wants to admit it. He should be okay for the night now."
"Oh, it's fine, Rupert. I'd do the same thing if it were Buffy." Joyce smiled at him warmly, and fidgeted with her hands. Rupert seemed to suddenly remember something, and rushed into the kitchen. "Oh, bugger!" Joyce faintly heard Rupert curse, and smelled something burning. She walked towards the kitchen, and couldn't contain her laughter at the sight.
Rupert was standing over the oven with a tray of charred muffins, and black smoke around him. He was wearing kitten mittens, and had the most pouty look on his face. "Oh... Rupert..." Joyce managed to chock out between giggles. "Whatever will I do with you?" Rupert put the somewhat cajun muffins down on the sink, and crossed his arms over his chest, still pouting.
Joyce walked towards him, smiling, and took his hands, uncrossing them from their hostile position. She gazed into his blue eyes, and his expression softened as he gazed back into her chocolate brown ones. He brought a hand up to her remarkably soft cheek, and bent slighty, for their lips to meet...