A/N: I just wanted to say upfront that this fic is paying homage to the film "Mrs. Winterbourne." If you've seen it, you might only be interested in reading this out of pure enjoyment of reading precious scenes from the movie starring our two favorite characters. If you haven't, you'll probably enjoy just because it's a great romantic comedy. Anyway, I hope I do it justice, as always, let me know what you think. And yes, I will be updating my other fics soon.


Mrs. Giles- Prologue

When I was seventeen, I moved out of my father's house. Things were strained between us ever since my mom died a year before. I think he was put off that now he actually had to take care of me. You see, he didn't before. In fact, UI think they were even talking of divorce. But then mom got sick. It would have been really bad if dad left us right then. But that didn't mean he was leaving his mistress. In fact,, less than two weeks after mom died, she moved in. Jenny. She's such a bitch. So condescending, so petulant, so. young.

But then, I met Angel. Beautiful, sexy, kind Angel. We immediately fell in love. It was so wonderful. He said it would be great if I moved into his apartment with him. Of course I said yes. But when I told my dad, he didn't even care. Didn't bat an eyelash. Didn't stop me. it hurt so much. I think that's mainly why I threw myself head first into my relationship with Angel. I was desperate for the love and the attention, I guess. Huh. Biggest mistake of the century. I actually believed he loved me, that we were gonna get married. I mean, things were going so smoothly, I mean an entire friggin' year. Then I got pregnant.

The bastard accused me of cheating. Even got one of his idiot friends to say he slept with me. Then he dumped me. Just like that. Kicked me out of the apartment. I refused to go back home, well, not that my dad would've let me back anyway. So, I went to live in a shelter. Six, long, miserable, depressing months in a shelter. Can you believe it? Finally, I went back to Angel. Eight months pregnant with his baby and he wouldn't buzz me in . He was shacked up with some hussy by the name of Darla. Figures. My god, it was raining, I had nowhere to go, and he wouldn't even let me in. He came to the window with Darla by his side and they laughed. They laughed at me! I was so humiliated. Then he tossed me a quarter. Said that was all I was getting from him. When he closed the window and turned away, I picked it up. Hey, twenty-five cents is a whole fourth of a dollar, which is much more than zero.

I was so depressed. There was nothing I could do; nowhere I could go. I mean, I was a pregnant, jobless, high school drop out. My sadness and depression had me walking aimlessly, having me end up at the train station. I didn't know what I was gonna do, but I knew I couldn't stay there. So, I did what any other homeless, penniless, pregnant woman would do; I snuck on.

I thought sure, this'll be a piece of cake. All I got to do is sneak into one of the rooms or a bathroom and wait until the conductor goes away. Not so much. The conductor spotted me and began asking me for my ticket. I pretended I didn't hear him, but he came after me. Damn! There were so many people in my way, and my protruding belly, I just couldn't move fast enough. Plus my bright, yellow sweater made me stand out. Just when I began to really panic, I ran into a hard, male chest. I looked up and saw chiseled features, a full sensual mouth, and small, wire frames surrounding beautiful, blue eyes and long, dark lashes. That's when the conductor tapped me on the shoulder. I removed my hands that were grasping his shirt of their own accord and slowly turned around.

"Your ticket, miss?" He asked.

"Uh, well. You see-" I started.

"This is my wife, sir. I have the tickets, honey. Just went to get the lady a soda." He saved me. I couldn't believe it. I was so shocked, I almost didn't take the glass he offered.

"Sorry about the mix up sir, miss. Have a pleasant trip." The conductor said as he stamped the tickets and moved on. Looks like my luck is turning around after all.

"Um, hi miss. The names Giles. Randall Giles." He said as he shook my hand. He had a British accent.

"Hi, I'm Buffy- us Summers. Thank you so much. I mean, I_"

"Oh, no problem. Really. Just don't like to see a fella give a lady a hard time." He said as he ran his fingers through his floppy, brown hair.

"You don't have a ticket, do you?" He asked in a low voice. I averted my eyes before I answered him.

"I don't have anything. Not even a tissue for my now runny nose." I tried to joke, though I was telling the truth. He gently grasped my hand and waited until I looked at him again.

"Well then, I guess you'll have to come with me then, eh?" He said lightly as he led me away to his room. I know I might come off as naïve, but it never occurred to me to be wary of him. He was like some sort of guardian angle. He was so nice and didn't come off as all hatchedy murdery. Plus when we got to the room, I met another very, pregnant woman. She had raven hair and big brown eyes.

"My, my Randall. And who might this be?" She asked in a pleasant tone.

"Well, I just couldn't help myself, darling. One beautiful, overtly pregnant woman is never enough." He said while grinning.

"Please don't mind him. He's just teasing. I'm Drusilla Giles." She said as she stood up, extending her hand.

""Hi, I'm Buffy Summers. Your husband is a life saver."

"Yes, he surely is. Sweetheart, did you bring my back my crème soda?"

"Sorry, but I gave it to Buffy. I like her better." He said, causing Drusilla to fake pout.

"Oh, all right, all right. I'll go back and get another. Hope you two ladies have a pleasant chat." He said as he left the room, closing the door behind him.

"Wow. He's really sweet." I said.

"Yeah. I can't believe he still loves me. I'm as big as a whale." Drusilla said as she patted her protruding belly affectionately.

"Oh, you look petite in comparison to me. If I could do a back bend, I'd be a camel."

"It's weird, isn't I? When I can see my feet, they're just so bloody big! And my fingers like hot dogs." She said as she wiggled her fingers and toes in front of her." How far along are you?"

"Bout eight months." I said as I scrutinized my own hands and feet.

"You know, me too! Say, you're my first American conversation!"


"Yeah. Born and raised in London. That's where I met Randy. A year and a half ago. It was all so sudden. We've been inseparable ever since." She said wistfully.

"Good god! This ring is cutting off my circulation!" She suddenly exclaimed. I stared at the beautiful platinum band that appeared to have little roses engraved around it. The diamond in the center was absolutely stunning.

"Oh, it's beautiful." I said softly.

"Want to try it on?"

"Oh no, I couldn't. It isn't-"

"Please, it's okay. Really. Give my finger a breather." She said with all smiles. I thought, what the hell? Why not? It's not like I'd get another chance like that.

"Oh, okay." She took it off with just a tad bit of difficulty and then put it in my hand. I slowly put it on my hand. It was so beautiful.

"Oh wow, gee." I said in just above a whisper.

"Glad you like-" She stopped abruptly when all of the lights went out.

"What's going on!" I yelled, on the verge of hysterics. Drusilla stood up, seemingly about to head for the door.

"I don't know. But let's remain calm-" But she was cut off again when the train suddenly jolted. She was tossed across the room like a rag doll. I heard her cry out in pain.

"Drusilla!" I yelled out. I tried to get up to help her, but I fell backwards and hit my head- hard. Everything went black.