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Chapter 1 � Joyce and Rupert

AU � Will be Spuffy eventually! We have to work through some back-story first.

These characters do not belong to me � they are the
property of Mutant Enemy and Joss!

Summer, 1981

Joyce Summers was enjoying her time at Oxford. It was good to get away from Berkley, and
her father Hank. She was studying art
and forgetting about all her troubles in America. Ever since her mother died when she was 14, her relationship with
her father, Hank Summers had severely deteriorated to the point she could
barely stand to be in the same room with him.
She supposed she should feel fortunate that despite their issues, he was
still paying her tuition. But she also
supposed it was easier to send her to England than to deal with her back in the
states. She missed her boyfriend Ted,
but deep down she knew she only dated Ted because her father hated him. Ted was the son of Holland Manners, a
partner at a rival law firm of her fathers.
Her father wanted her to become a lawyer, but she was never interested
in the law. Her true love was art. She didn�t have much artistic talent
herself, but she has a good eye for art, and loved to study Art History. She spent hours wondering around the
galleries of London and Paris. She
hoped one day to work in a museum, or run a gallery.

Joyce had been at Oxford for 2 months when she met Rupert
Giles. He was a graduate student
studying Ancient History. They met at a
showing of ancient African artifacts.

�The Americans are simply ruining the chance for any British
museums to acquire artifacts.� Rupert Giles said to his friend, Ethan Rayne.

�Oh, I agree. These
days, if it�s not shown in America, it�s of no importance at all.� Ethan
replied.

Joyce was standing slightly behind them, appalled at what
she was hearing.

�Excuse me, but I couldn�t help but hear what you were
saying. That is simply not true! The U.S. may have acquired many of the
artifacts recently found, but look how many historic treasures and works of
arts are held but museums and London and Paris! You don�t seem to feel bad about the inequity in that!� Joyce
huffed.

�An American, I see� Ethan snorted.

�Yes, I am an American�

�Well little girl, maybe you should do some more research on
your countries means and methods of gathering artifacts before you speak so
quickly.� Ethan stated condescendingly.

The whole time Rupert Giles had been standing there staring
at the beautiful suntanned angel that was busing telling his friend off. But as he heard Ethan insult her, he stepped
in.

�I�m sorry, Miss�.?�

�Summers. Joyce Summers.�

�Lord Rupert Giles the III.
Please ignore my friend Ethan here.
He can be so uncouth at times.
So you have a great interest in art?�

�Yes, I�m her for the year studying European Art History.�

�And what part of America are you from?�

�I�m originally from Los Angeles, but I have been attending
Berkley for 2 years now.�

�How delightful!
I�ve been to America, but only the east coast. I hear the west coast is quite beautiful, as are you.�

�Why Lord Giles, I�m surprised you can find such
beauty in a country that questionably obtains artifacts.� Joyce wasn�t going to
fall for this line. She had a pretty
good idea how Lord Rupert Giles felt about Americans and his title certainly
did nothing to impress her. She�d run into several blue bloods while she was
here that still weren�t over the Revolution.

�Oh Joyce, please don�t misunderstand. I have a passion for ancient artifacts. I�m in the Graduate program studying Ancientstorstory and have just developed some strong feelings about how all countries
obtain artifacts � England is certainly guilty as well for past
transgressions.�

With, this Ethan could not take anymore of his friend
falling over this blond American bimbo.
�I�m going to get another drink.� He said as he walked off.

�I don�t think your friend agrees with you, Mr. Giles.�

�Oh just ignore Ethan.
He thinks the moral high road is what ever side he stands on.� Giles
chuckled. �And please Joyce, call me
Rupert.� He took her hand and sparks flew between them. Joyce looked into is eyes and knew she was
about to fall. Hard.

Joyce and Rupert spent every sec second together for the
next few months. They were inseparable,
much to Ethan�s chagrin. But Giles was
his best friend, so he didn�t protest, knowing that no girl kept Rupert�s
interest for long. Probably why he was
with the American chit anyway � He�d run through all the other girls at Oxford.

Rupert had never met a girl like Joyce. She was so free and open. So unlike the stuffy girls he was used to
dating. The first time they made love,
he knew he would never leave her. He
had never experience so much passion, so much fire with a woman. He made sure
he told her every day how much he loved her.

Joyce didn�t go home for Christmas; instead her father came
to London, where he met Rupert. Rupert brought Hank and Joyce to meet his
mother, Lady Lilah Giles. Rupert�s
father, Rupert Giles the II, had been deceased for many years. Joyce knew Rupert had a title and that he
was distantly related to the queen, but what she didn�t realize how wealthy he
was. Pembrook Manor, the family home
was huge. The large brick manouse use
sat amidst rolling green hills and lakes.
When the car passed through the gates her father looked at her in
awe. He couldn�t believe his daughter
was dating royalty. Maybe he was wrong
about Joyce and she wasn�t a foolish as he once thought.

As the servants ushered them through the entrance and took
their belongings to their rooms, Rupert advised Joyce and Hank that his mother
would formally meet them at dinner. He
and his mother would be having a private tea that afternoon to catch up. They all went to their rooms to freshen up. Joyce had never felt so nervous in her
life. She was deeply in love with
Rupert, but this was a bit more than she could handle. She had grown up very comfortably in Los
Angeles, was never denied anything from her father. But this type of wealth made her very uncomfortable.

Servants came to escort Hank and Joyce to the dining
room. Rupert and his mother were
already seated. Joyce couldn�t believe
how young his mother looked. She was a
very beautiful woman. Rupert
immediately rose to help Joyce with her chair.

�Lady Giles, it�s a pleasure to finally meet you. This is my father, Hank Summers.�

�Lady Giles, it�s an honor.� To Joyce�s mortification, Hank
gave a bow. Lilah Giles seemed quite
pleased though.

�No, the pleasure is mine.
My son has never deemed to bring home a lady friend, so I am quite
pleased to have your company Ms. Summers.
How are you enjoying Oxford?�

�Very much so, Lady Giles.�

�Wonderful. Have you
given any thought to staying on?� Lilah inquired.

�Well, I was planning to return to Berkley.�

�What about Rupert?
It�s not serious then?�

�Mother! I really don�t think that�s any of your
business.� Giles face flushed with
anger.

�Well considering how seriously you seem to be taking Ms.
Summers, I do think it is my business.
How do you feel about this, Mr. Summers?�

�Well Lady Giles, I approve very much of their relationship,
but I have learned the hard way that Joyce needs to make her own decisions.�
Hank replied.

Joyce sat in her chair staring at her plate. The conversation was making her extremely
uncomfortable. She and Giles had
expressed their love for each other, but they had not discussed the
future. She wasn�t even sure what she
wanted for the future. She loved Rupert
and she enjoyed being in England, but California was her true home.

The rest of the meal continued with small chitchat. Afterwards they retired to the drawing room,
where Hank kept them entertained with stories of his criminal cases. They retired to bed early that evening,
since the next morning was Christmas.
Lady Giles informed them they would have an �American� style Christmas
in honf thf their guest, so everybody would meet downstairs in their robes and
slippers. Joyce wondered what they
usually did. Shortly after she had
retired to her room, Rupert snuck in and they made love.

The next morning at 8, a servant woke Joyce and set out a
robe and slippers for her. Rupert had
already left; he must have known the servant would be waking her. She put on some lip-gloss and brushed her
hair. When she got there, a small dark
haired woman was the only other person at the tree. She was singing to herself and holding a doll.

�Hello, I�m Joyce!�

The woman turned and looked around the room, her eyes
finally settling on Joyce. Joyce wasn�t
sure if she even saw her.

�I�m here with Rupert.
And you are?� Joyce inquired, hoping she wasn�t being rude.

The woman finally seemed to focus in on Joyce and
smiled. �I�m Drusilla, Rupert�s sister,
and this is Miss Edith.� She held up the doll for Joyce�s inspection.

Joyce looked at the doll, and then back at Drusilla. �Well Drusilla, it�s a pleasure to meet
you. I hope we can get to know each
other during my visit. Did you just arrive last night?�

�No, I live here, but I was bad, so mommy put me in my
room.�

Joyce did not know what to say to this. Fortunately, Rupert, Lilah and her father
entered the room before she had to reply.
Rupert introduced his sister to Hank and they proceeded to open presents
while the servants served tea and scones.
After all the gifts were opened, Rupert stood up and cleared his throat.

�I have one last present for Joyce. Joyce, these past few months have been the
best of my life and it was made even better this holiday with our families
meeting and approving of each other. I
now know for certain I was meant to be with you and hope you feel the
same. Joyce will you give me the honor
of becoming my wife?� Giles got down on
one knee in front of Joyce � in his hand was an open ring box with a large,
radiant cut diamond in an antique setting.
�Joyce, my mother has given me the ring that my father presented to her,
which was his mothers.� He looked up
expectantly at her.

Joyce glanced over to her father, who was nodding at her,
and Lady Lilah who smiled at her.
Drusilla was over in the corner humming to herself and rocking Miss
Edith. This was very sudden, but she
loved Rupert, and obviously their parents approved.

�Yes, Rupert, I will be your wife.�

Rupert�s face broke out into a large smile, and he place the
ring on her left hand. He gently kissed
her lips and then embraced her.

He went over to Hank and shook his hand. �Thank you Hank, for giving me the
permission to ask your daughter for her hand.�

�No problem son.
You�re a good man, I couldn�t be happier for you and my daughter.�

�When did this happen?� Joyce asked.

�Last night before dinner, I went to his room and talked
with him.� Giles replied.

Lilah came over to Joyce and hugged her. �Welcome to the family dear. We�ll have to start planning the wedding �
June will be here before you know it!�

�June!� Joyce gulped.
�I�m not finished with school yet.�

�Well Rupert will be graduating in May and taking his place
in the House of Lords, so it only seems proper to do it in June. Besides, you can still finish your studies
while being a married woman. Now let�s
all get dressed, guest will start calling soon.� Lilah walked out of the room and a servant went over to Drusilla
to escort her to her room. Hank hugged
Joyce and left as well. Giles and Joyce
were alone.

�Joyce, I hope things aren�t moving to fast for you. I just love you so much and can�t wait to
start our life together.�

�Rupert, I love you too.
It is fast, but it will be okay, as long as we�re together.� They kissed and then went upstairs to
prepare.

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