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I am writing this for a Live Journal ficathon. It is very different then most of the fic I write, but I'm hoping everyone will stick with me. Tell me what you think. This is set in early Season Four. I have played around with the timeline a bit. It is set before Something Blue, but Spike already is living in his crypt and knows he can hurt demons. Also there is no Adam.

Buffy flipped over the unsuspecting vampire kicking him hard in the chest. He was sent flying into the mausoleum. Before he could recover, the Slayer was on him punching and kicking him repeatedly.

“Now who is clingy…now who doesn’t want a relationship?” Buffy asked rhetorically, taking out her aggression on the fallen vampire.

“What are you…” he started to retort but was abruptly cut off.

You…don’t get to talk.” Buffy sneered pulling him up against the granite wall.

Buffy pulled her stake from her waistband and slammed it hard into the bemused vampire‘s dead heart. She stood there clapping the dusty remains of her enemy off of her hands. It was the fifth vamp she had pummeled but tonight slaying offered no relief. Ever since ‘the Parker incident’ as Willow liked to call it, she had a hard time relieving her anger.

“Quite the show there Slayer...” She heard from behind her.

Buffy rolled her eyes not even bothering to turn around.

“Not a show, Spike, just another vamp that needed to be dusted.” Buffy retorted.

“R-ight and he needed to get beat to a bloody pulp too?” Buffy could hear the smirk in his voice, taunting her.

She whirled around taking a step toward the annoying vampire.

“No, but you will if you don’t shut up!” Buffy spat.

Spike put his hands up in the air “Whoa…what’s got your knickers all in a twist?”

Buffy’s eyes widened, “Nothing and… don’t worry about my… knickers…”

Her retort was cut short when suddenly the world around her began to spin. The last thing Buffy heard was Spike’s voice calling out to her before her eyes went black before her.


“Slayer? Bloody hell!” Spike yelled as he watched Buffy fall to the ground, striking her head on a tombstone.

Great just what I need Spike grumbled. He knew somehow he would get blamed for the unconscious Slayer. He paced back and forth wondering what to do with this new predicament.

He stopped suddenly smiling. Of course if some other vamp were to find her here this way... he thought, finally, he could get his retribution. Looming over her, he heard her heart beating and knew she was not seriously injured.He suddenly frowned kneeling down closer to the Slayer.

His eyes widened in disbelief as he hesitated a moment before bending down, scooping up her small body. He grumbled to himself walking toward the cemetery exit.


Giles blinked his eyes, yawning as he fumbled for his glasses. Peering at the clock, he let out a sigh as he climbed out of bed. The incessant pounding continued until he finally reached the door.

“All right I’m coming” he yelled swinging open the door.

“Dear Lord” Giles gasped.

Of all the things he had envisioned at his front door in the middle of the night, a master vampire carrying his unconscious slayer was not one of them.

“You gonna invite me in watcher or shall I dump your slayer on her arse here at the door?” Spike sneered.

“Come in, Spike” Giles moved aside.

The vampire walked inside depositing Buffy on the couch and turning toward the watcher.

“Before you say anything… I didn’t do this…” Spike started.

“Spike unless the chip has stopped working I seriously doubt you could have.” Giles reassured him.

Spike scoffed “I coulda left her there! She passed out right there in the middle of the bloody cemetery.”

Giles frowned “Was she knocked unconscious?”

“No, she just took a tumble out of nowhere.” Spike informed him, not sure how much he should reveal.

“Well, I’m off.” Spike said heading toward the door.

“Spike” Giles called out to him “Why did you bring her here? You were right in that you could have just left her out there.”

“I didn’t do it for her,” Spike shrugged and walked out the door.


“So… the last thing you remember is fighting with Spike?” Willow asked in disbelief.

“Well, not ‘fighting’ fighting, just ‘arguing’ fighting.” Buffy sighed lying back on her bed.

“And then the next thing you know you’re waking up at Giles’?”

“Yes Willow! I told you I don’t remember anything else, but apparently Spike brought me to Giles’” Buffy repeated beginning to get annoyed with her friends questions.

The truth was she didn’t want think about Spike saving her. Things in her life already felt far to overwhelming with out adding in the motives of a soulless vampire.

“Why would he do that?” Willow asked.

“I don’t know Willow! Why don’t… Oh God” Buffy’s hand flew to her mouth as she suddenly jumped up running to the bathroom.

“Buffy, are you okay?” Willow asked rushing to the bathroom door.

Buffy opened the door with the toothbrush still in her mouth.

“I think I am coming down with a stomach bug.” Buffy moaned brushing her teeth.

“Do slayers get sick?” Willow asked concerned for her friend.

Buffy exited the bathroom collapsing on her bed.

“Apparently so.”


It had been nearly a week since she had seen Spike. Ever since the night she’d passed out, it was almost as if he was avoiding her. Though she had to admit she’d purposely skipped over Restfield Cemetery in her patrols. Buffy couldn’t understand why a vampire who she was sure hated her, had saved her life.

She was so distracted by her thoughts she didn’t notice the demons approaching and barreled straight into Buffy.

“OOF” Buffy breathed as she was knocked to the ground.

The demon leapt on top of her trying to grasp her around the throat. Buffy reached for her sword, quickly realizing she had lost it when the demon had tackled her. Its crushing weight was making it difficult to maneuver. She began to panic when as it became increasingly difficult for her to breath.

Suddenly the pressure on her throat was gone as the demon’s head went toppling on the ground beside her. Green slime poured out from the opening, covering her face and hair.

“EEEWWW” she spat shoving the lifeless creature off of her body.

She began frantically trying to remove the sticky substance from her body, totally ignoring the blond vampire standing before her.

“Oh my God! This is so gross.” she cried feeling her hair matted together.

“That is all you bloody well have to say?” Spike asked incredulously.

Buffy looked up at Spike, noticing the sword in his hand. She narrowed her eyes, “Did you have to cut his head off when he was right on top of me?”

“Wha… are you… AAAUUUGGG” Spike screamed throwing his hands up in the air.

He took a menacing step towards her. Buffy could see flecks of yellow flash in his blue eyes.

“No Slayer, I could have waited until it killed you then chopped its bloody head off! Spike sneered.

“Killed me?” Buffy snorted defensively “I had it totally under control. I was just… regrouping.”

“Regroup… oh balls… forget it.” Spike said turning to walk away.

“Why did you help me… again? You hate me.” Buffy called out to him.

Spike stopped not turning around. “I didn’t do it for you; I did it for the sprog.”

“Sprog? Is that what kind of demon that was?” Buffy mumbled.

Spike rolled his eyes turning around. “No you daft cow, the little one,” he pointed towards her.

Buffy furrowed her brow “Ok now you have really lost me. And who the hell are you calling a cow?”

Spike looked at her astonished “You don’t know? Don’t you keep track of your monthlies, ‘cause judging by the weight you’ve packed on I’d say you are about four-five months along.”

Buffy’s eyes widened “What… what weight?” she asked self consciously crossing her arms in front of her.

Suddenly Spike’s words sunk in. “You’re saying you think I’m… pregnant?” Buffy laughed.

“Don’t think, I know. I can hear the little bugger’s heartbeat.” Spike answered matter-of-factly.

“You…” Buffy’s hand immediately went to her stomach. She wanted to deny his words, to laugh in his face, but the truth was it made sense. The dizzy spells, the throwing up, even the timing. It had been almost five months since the fiasco with Parker. She couldn’t deny it… she was pregnant.

“Oh God! No!” Buffy cried and then turned and ran out of the cemetery.

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