This fic was earlier being witten by fallen_angel as Buffy Diaries/There's Something About Spike. She's given me permission to finish the fic because she's unable to. The first 4 chapters are hers, the rest will be mine.

A/N Don't let Buffy's proffession freak you out. There's a very good explanation about it in Chapter seven.
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You can tell everyone that we're through, you might even believe it too but darling, there's ain't no getting over me. ---Milsap Ronnie

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“Buffy, you are…”

*MARY HAD A LITTLE LAMB, LITTLE LAMB, LITTLE LAMB...*

What? Oh, cell phone! Huh? When did my ring tone become “Mary Had a Little Lamb”? Must have been Xander. Geez! He comes for a visit and messes with all my stuff. It’s like having an annoying little brother!

I grope in the dark for my phone and manage to successfully knock everything on my bedside table to the floor. Okay, no problemo; I'll just have to open my eyes. Aha! There's the little devil. It's Willow calling. Why does she need to call me? She lives next door!

"Hello." Boy, I sound groggy.

"Hey, Buffy!"

And she sounds all cheery. Maybe she's been baking?

"Sorry, what did you say? I wasn't listening."

"I said, wish me luck."

I can almost see her rolling her eyes.

"Good luck."

*YAWN*

I really want to go back to sleep – and to my dream. Mmmm...nice dream...*Drool*

WHAT? NO! NOT NICE DREAM!

Actually, I'm not gonna go back to sleep. Nope, I'm gonna go for a walk, and take the dog, too. Only thing is, I don't have a dog. But, I like dogs, so, maybe I should get one.

"Pardon?"

Okay, so, I wasn't listening again. I'm not stupid enough to admit it, though.

"Good luck to you too."

"What? Did I miss something? Why do I need luck? Wait, there's an exam today and I've forgotten! I'm gonna fail!"

No, I'm NOT over reacting! One time, in Sunnydale High, I forgot about a major history test and flunked. Mom grounded me for a month.

"Umm...no, no test. You seriously don't remember? I mean, two months ago I couldn't get you to shut up about it."

I wrack my brains and come up with a pair of blue eyes. Nope, bad. Bad Buffy. I shake my head and draw a blank.

"Look, Will, it's the middle of the night. I'm sleepy, and sleepy Buffy? No big thinker. See, even my grammar is shoddy. Don't ask where I learned that word."

Dammmn, those blue eyes have teamed up with a killer British accent, and they are creeping into my head again!

"Buffy it's 7:30 am. We've got a class in twenty minutes."

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I brush, shower and dress in a record time of 10 minutes. I grab an apple from the fridge and pour cold milk down my throat while wondering what Mom would have said if she could see me drinking directly from the milk carton.

I don't have a car, since neither Dawn nor I have managed to pass our driving tests yet, so I force – yup, I threatened her with scary eyes and a promise to make her life hell – so sue me – my neighbor to give me a lift and manage to reach my med school, just in time.

I rush inside – and immediately crash into a teacher.

Somehow, I manage to get off the floor and try to take off towards my class, but I can't move. I look up to see Dr. Candish's stern, brown eyes. He looks a little ruffled. His tie is in my hand, and he is holding, steadfast, onto the pillar behind him.

Huh? Oops! I guess I knocked him down.

I grabbed his tie to hoist myself off the floor and when I took off - or attempted to - he had to grab the pillar to keep himself from flying off, after me.

"Good morning, Dr. Candish. Sorry for nearly trampling you." He speaks, slowly, as if he is talking to someone who is really dim.

"Good morning, Dr. Candish. Sorry for nearly trampling you," I repeat sheepishly.

"Good morning, Miss Summers. Do watch where you are going. You are here to learn how to treat injuries, not to create them."

I just nod and run off towards Dr. Ku's class. I can hear Candish clicking his tongue. He obviously considers me a lost cause.

Despite all my running, I'm still late for Ku's lecture and he makes me stand outside like some high-schooler. Every teacher that passes by lectures me on the importance of punctuality for a doctor, and how a second can cost a life.

Geez! I must have been late at UC Sunnydale a million times, but never once was I scolded! And, I know the value of a second for a dying person! I mean, *Slayer, here.*

I listen, attentively, in Dr. Tomita's class because, she actually makes sense...and Willow had a crush on her. Too bad she doesn't date students.

I can’t say that I did the same, for Winfrey and Salim. I just let the blue eyes win and daydreamed through their entire lectures.

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We have no more classes today, so Will and I head to a nearby coffee shop where a black duster clad teen sends me into a frenzy of blue eyed thoughts again. I'm rescued by my cell phone...but then, everyone stares at me, once the sound of my nursery rhyme ring tone reaches their ears, and I decide that I have to change the offending ringer, ASAP. I mean, what was Xander thinking?! Ok, so this is Xander, and his ring tone is the theme of Barney – thus “Mary Had a Little Lamb” would probably be considered mature by him.

It's Cordy calling. I wonder what she needs now. Last time she called, it was to get Andrew out of her home before she lost it and fed him to Illyria.

"Hello."

"Buffy! How're you, sweetie? Listen, there's a new slayer in L.A. and she's trying to kill Harmony. Personally, I don't care, but she's been off human blood for seven years now, and she does all the secretary work for Angel Investigations. If she were dusted, we'd never find any of the files. So, just have Giles call off the slayer, 'kay? Of course, I'd ask him personally, but he doesn’t consider Angel important enough to give him a personal number. And if I call at the council, I’ll be on hold forever! Now, with that out of the way, let’s talk about something worthwhile. You know, pink is definitely the new black…”

tbc