Spike laid on the floor of nursery, his back still resting
against his son’s crib. Buffy was wrapped in his arms, her hands
firmly entwined in his. Both sat staring at their
little treasures as they rocked back and forth in their matching
swings. Every once and awhile, Spike would nudge one on the
swings with his foot to ensure the soothing rocking motion
continued for his children.
His Children.
Buffy was in his arms.
Reality came rushing to him, snapping him out of his euphoric
daze. He stiffened. Buffy looked up at him, touching his jaw.
“It was a lie. Everything they told you about me being in Rome.
When we found out that Angel was with Wolfram and Hart, I got so
scared.” Buffy explained, gazing at her babies.
“You know I have faced death since I was 15. Watched so many
people I love go away. But when I found out about Angel and
Wolfram and Hart, it was the first time in my life I think I was
truly terrified. I kept thinking if he found out about Joyce and
William, he would try to take them from me. So I lied,” Buffy
admitted.
Spike held her in his arms, silently urging her to continue.
“I thought he had somehow found out about them and made some
sort of a clone of you. Andrew said something about you was off
when he went to L.A, you seemed different. I wanted to come
myself, but I was too afraid to leave them. Then those men from
The Blackthorne told Giles someone that looked like you and
Angel were searching me out. I thought it was a trap. So I let
them concoct that story about me. I don’t even know who The
Immortal is.” Buffy chuckled.
“But I thought I saw you in Rome.” Spike said breaking his
silence.
Buffy shook her head. “It was a plant,” she whispered.
Spike nodded.
“I understand Luv. You were just protecting what was yours,”
Spike explained.
Buffy straightened up and looked into Spike’s eyes.
“But I don’t understand. How did you come back? Why didn’t you
come to me?” Buffy asked, trying to hide her own pain.
Spike took a breath and held her by the back of her head. He
leaned in touching his forehead to hers.
“God, Luv you have no idea how much I wanted to. When I first
came back, I was a ghost couldn’t leave the bloody halls of
Wolfram and Hart. When I did, I kept finding myself in hell or a
dimension of it.”
Buffy lowered herself onto Spike. Spike closed his eyes allowing
her scent to fill his nostrils. He rested his chin on the top of
her head.
“When I got solid, I got myself a ticket and was on my way to
see you when I turned back,” Spike said.
“Why?” Buffy asked.
“I don’t know for sure. I think it was mostly because I was
being a coward. I wanted to believe you loved me. I was afraid
if I saw you and you didn’t mean it..I just couldn’t take it,”
Spike admitted.
“Is that why you didn’t want Andrew to say anything to me. Why
you were so distant when he was in L.A.?” Buffy asked.
Spike nodded.
“I think I understand,” Buffy whispered.
Spike pulled her up, staring into her eyes.
“I never had to doubt your love. It was always there in my face,
challenging me. Making me feel whole but when I saw you on the
screen and I knew it was you really you, all I wondered was why
you did not come to find us. I began to wonder if you still
loved me. It felt like my heart was being ripped out,” Buffy
said.
Spike was dumbfounded. Buffy was sitting there, baring her very
soul to him, without fear or false bravado. In that moment,
something inside him shifted. He thought of all the terminology
one used for revelations: Epiphany, Enlightenment…. Zen. It hit
him and washed over him with such a force he found himself
trembling.
“Spike what is it?” Buffy asked holding his hands in hers.
Spike touched her cheek.
“You…you love me.” He said in awe.
Buffy bit her lip tears rolling down her eyes. She nodded and
kissed him gently on the lips.
“I love you William Samuel Kennicot,” Buffy whispered.
Spike’s eyes got as wide as saucers.
“What? How did you find out?”
“Your full name? Wasn’t that hard. Dawn did most of the
research. I wanted the twins to have as much of you as possible.
Joyce’s middle name is Caroline, after your mother. I wanted
William to have your name. His middle name is Alexander after
Xander.” Buffy explained.
He looked at his twins.
“Alexander eh?” Spike said.
Buffy lowered her head. “I couldn’t name him after Giles not
after what he did.”
Spike gathered Buffy in his arms again.
“Not to thrilled about that night either, Pet but I have to give
the Wanker a bit of credit. If it wasn’t for him, I would not
have gotten here. Practically ripped that Shiny Little Trinket
off my neck. Turns out the bloody thing really was meant for
Angel.” Spike said.
Angel.
She didn’t know about Angel.
“I don’t want to talk about him. I want to talk about us.” Buffy
whispered.
“Luv, there is something you need to know about Angel.” Spike
said taking an unnecessary gulp of air.
Buffy shook her head.
“No, Spike I don’t. I just need to know you’re here. That you
will stay with me, be a part of our babies lives. I mean, I
know there is a chance that you don’t love me anymore…”
Spike grabbed Buffy by her shoulders.
“What?” He asked incredulous.
“You haven’t said it.” Buffy said looking down.
Spike grazed his fingers over her lips.
“Buffy it’s still all about you Luv. You’re the One, the only
thing I have ever been sure of. I love you. I can’t stop. I’ve
tried remember? It just doesn’t work. You’re never going to get
rid of me you and the Bits here are stuck with me for the rest
of your poor tortured lives.” Spike said.
Buffy smiled a brilliant smiled that nearly made Spike’s undead
heart start pounding again. For a moment he actually thought he
felt a thud in his chest. But then dismissed it.
They kissed first timidly then with a bit more passion. On cue
Joyce began to fuss.
Buffy smiled against Spike’s lips.
She slid off his lap and reached for Joyce only to be stopped by
Spike.
Spike got on his knees and unhooked Joyce from her swing.
“There Princess.” He said.
Buffy watched in amazement as Joyce immediately quieted it down.
Spike looked at her curiously. “What?” He asked.
Buffy shook her head. “Normally it takes a lot more than that to
calm her.” Buffy explained, touching her daughter's head.
“I always knew she would be a Daddy’s girl.”
Spike smiled, nuzzling his cheek against his infant daughter’s.
He looked over at his sleeping son.
He had so many questions.
How was any of this possible? Joyce fussed again, almost as if
she could feel her father’s thoughts being directed away from
her. Spike laughed. His questions could keep.
For now….
Want, Take, Have
Co-written By Spikeslovebite
Dawn re-entered the room watching Buffy and Spike settle their
children into their cribs.
Spike turned to Dawn and smiled sheepishly. “Sorry Bit. I didn’t
mean to scare you.”
Dawn smiled, walked over and hugged him. “It’s all right Spike.
I am just glad your home.”
Spike smiled. Home. He felt it. Here with his girls and his
children.
Dawn and Buffy shared a knowing glance.
“I’ve got them tonight. You guys should get some rest. The gang
is all but camped outside the door waiting to play twenty
questions with us. You guys are going to need your rest,” Dawn
said.
Buffy nodded and took Spike by his hand. She led him through an
adjoining door, searching for the light switch with her free
hand.
Spike blinked, adjusting to the soft fluorescent lighting. He
looked at the bed and realized it was the very bed he was
resting in when Joyce had first awoken him with her cries.
He scanned the room looking around Buffy’s private sanctuary.
His eyes drifted to a large sketch at the head of the bed.
It was done in charcoal framed in silver. Spike could not
believe his eyes, it was a sketch of the two of them.
Buffy’s figure was curled up on his chest, asleep in his arms.
Spike eyes were half opened, his lips gently pressed to the top
of her head.
"It was my
birthday present. He had enough footage of you from that video he
was shooting. I told him about the night you came and found me in
that house. How you gave me your strength. How I fell asleep with
you holding me. I guess this is what he imagined. It was perfect.”
Buffy said.
Spike thought back to that night.
The best night of his life.
He felt Buffy wrap her arms around him.
“You’re really here. It’s not a dream.” Buffy whispered.
Spike turned and faced her. He lightly touched her forehead,
then skimmed his fingers over her eyes as she closed them. He
bent down and kissed her, running his tongue over the pillow of
her bottom lip.
Buffy moaned and she threaded her fingers through his hair,
pulling him closer as she sighed his name. “Spike…”
Licking the tears from her cheeks, he tasted their salty flavor
on his tongue as he kissed her again. His hands moved to the
front of her blouse and worked the buttons loose; pushing it
down her arms until it fell unnoticed to the floor.
She broke their kiss to grab the bottom of Spike’s t-shirt and
pull it over his head, her hands gliding over his chest and stomach
as she worshipped him with her touch.
Spike buried his face in her neck, tunneling under her long hair
with his nose to breathe in the mixture of scents that was
uniquely Buffy. Vanilla and the lemony tang of her sweat mixed
with the musk of arousal. In a room full of women, he would be
able to find her by her scent alone.
Tracing her artery with his lips, he skimmed over her chest
until he reached the front clasp of her bra. One practiced move
with tongue and teeth had the clasp loosened and the straps
sliding down her arms. She laughed softly, mussing his curls as
she held his head close to her.
“I always loved it when you did that little trick. Someday
you’ll have to tell me where you learned to do that.” She
giggled.
He grinned wickedly up at her, licking a line up the slight
curve of her breast as he butted against the pebbled tip with
his nose. “Can’t give away all of my secrets, Luv. Takes all the
mystery out of it.” He groaned as he finally allowed himself to
close his mouth around her nipple.
The two lovers pressed themselves against each other,
luxuriating in the contrast of his coolness against her warmth.
“I love you.” Buffy whispered, tugging him up and recapturing
her love’s mouth with hers.
Spike returned her kiss with equal fervor. “Love you, too. God,
Buffy…Love you so much.”
He continued his loving assault on her lips as he walked her
backwards to the bed. Easing her down, he finally let her go
long enough to remove the rest of her clothes and then quickly
did the same with his. He joined her and they lay on their
sides, gazing at each other as they ran their fingers up and
down each others bodies. He was especially appreciative of the
new fullness of her breasts that bearing and nursing his
children had blessed her with. Wrapping his arms around her, he
mated their mouths and tongues once more in an exotic dance.
Buffy spread her legs and pulled him over her, inviting him in.
He stared into her eyes as he sank into her, both of them crying
out. Spike covered her face with kisses as she panted; trying to
adjust to the overwhelming pleasure she was feeling.
Spike was here. Filling her. Making her feel whole again.
Buffy’s body trembled with the force of her emotions as she
cried. She had missed this so much. Had missed HIM.
“I’m here, luv,” he whispered in her ear, attuned as always to
her every emotion. He wiped the tears from her eyes, completely
ignoring his own as he rocked against her. “I missed you so
bloody much.”
“Spike, don’t ever leave me again,” Buffy pleaded, kissing his
shoulder.
“Never, luv. I‘m never leaving you again. You‘re mine,” he
growled softly into her neck.
“There’s only one way.” She gasped as he hit that perfect spot
inside her.
Spike stared into her eyes, his own wide with surprise as Buffy
kissed him hard and arched her back, driving him further into
her.
“Are you sure, luv?” He questioned, trying to regain some
semblance of sanity. He found it was impossible with Buffy
writhing under him, her body pleading with his.
“Spike,” she whimpered, closing her eyes as bliss washed through
her veins.
“Please, Buffy. Tell me what you want.” Spike begged, his body
beginning to shake. “Please tell me.” He held her face in his
hands and stared deep into her eyes, holding himself back as he
waited for her answer.
Her voice was barely audible at first, but rose with each word
that his body thrust out of hers. I want…to be yours!” she cried
“Make me…yours!”
His iron control broke and he moved against her in an insane
frenzy. Both of them screamed each other’s name over and over
again. Crying and kissing each trying to devour the other.
“Oh God, Buffy!” Spike felt his face shift and looked down at
her.
Buffy smiled up at him pulled him down, kissing his ridged
forehead. She moved her head to the side, exposing her neck to
him. “Do it.” She pleaded. “Now. Please!”
Spike nuzzled his face against her neck. He found the spot he
wanted. The place where she had been marked before. Slowly his
fangs pierced her skin and he drew her sweet blood into his
mouth. Before Spike could voice his claim, he heard Buffy’s
fevered chant.
“Yours. Yours. Yours, forever....” she called out.
Her words rang in his ears. Spike understood it now. This was
more than a claim. Buffy was proving to him that she belonged to
him.
“Mine.” He choked out, sinking his fangs into her again.
“Yours.”
Spike found himself in tears; the beauty of his love’s actions
moving him in a way he had never experienced.
Buffy held him to her, rocking him back and forth as she cried
with him.
They found solace in each other’s arms for a long time. Finally
they fell into a deep sleep, holding each other tightly
Daddy Duties
Beta'd by Holly A. (thank you!!)
Buffy awoke alone in her bed and bolted upright, fearful it had
all been a dream. Her fingers skimmed her neck and upon finding
Spike's marks, Buffy sighed. Looking around the
bedroom, she caught sight of his leather duster hanging over the
side of the bed.
“In here, Luv,“ She heard.
Buffy chuckled, throwing her robe on and making her way to the
nursery. Buffy leaned against the door frame watching Spike hold
his son, rocking him back and forth in the chair that she and
Dawn had picked out the day after Buffy found out she was
pregnant.
Buffy touched the marks on her neck again.
“Neat trick,” she teased.
Spike shrugged.
“Part of the claim, luv. Can feel everything you feel.
Especially when it’s an intense emotion like panic,“ he teased
back.
Buffy blushed. She made her way over to her boys, looking
around the room.
“Where’s Joycie?” Buffy asked noticing the quiet.
“Nibblet took her out for a stroll. She was up before William
here,” Spike said looking down at his son. “Is he always this
quiet?”
Buffy smiled.
“Most of the time. He hardly ever cries, which really It scared
me at first. I thought there was something wrong with him. He
slept through the night the day we brought them back from the
hospital. So I kept picking him up making sure he was o.k. He
would just coo and giggle. He has this way of making you feel
silly for fussing over him.” Buffy said.
Spike got a nostalgic smile on his face. “My Mum said I
was like that when I was a babe. Said I never fussed or cried. I
was such a Nancy Boy pounce,” he said rolling his eyes.
Buffy sat on the arm of the rocker. “I don’t know. I like
the fact that he is so content. I don’t have to worry about him
running amuck. I am sure Joyce will be more than a handful.“
Buffy laughed.
“She’s not dating until she’s Thirty,“ Spike growled.
Buffy bit back her laughter.
“And you think you can control her? I can’t control her now and
she’s barely learning how to turn over,“ Buffy said.
Spike shook his head vigorously.
“She looks just like you. She’s going to be a head turnemr can
already see it. Souled or not I will kill the first drooler that
looks her way.” Spike swore.
Buffy let out a loud laugh.
“Oh Honey, you’re hopeless.” She said.
Spike looked up at her in utter amazement which then broke into
the most dazzling smile she seen ...well ,at least this morning.
“What?” She asked in confusion as to his look.
“You just called me Honey. Haven’t done that since Red’s spell,“
Spike said.
With a half-smile, Buffy bent down and kissed Spike. “Hmm,
Spike lips. Lips of Spike.” A breathy sigh escaped her.
Buffy gently took William from Spike’s arms and cradled him to
her, while she carefully sunk down onto Spike's lap. Spike
laughed, wrapping his arms around Buffy and rocking her along
with his son.
**
Twenty minutes later Dawn returned with Joyce.
Spike sat in the living room playing with his daughter while
Dawn finished dressing William. Joyce stared up at her silly
Daddy with her large green eyes laughing at the strange faces he
was making at her. She reached out and whacked him on his
forehead.
“OI! Strong little one aren’t you?” Spike said.
Joyce cooed again.
Spike felt the distinct thud in his chest again. He felt a wave
of dizziness overwhelm him.
'What’s that about now?' He thought.
Buffy walked up to him with a mug of blood.
“Spike ,are you o.k.?” Buffy asked.
Spike leaned back against the couch.
“Yeah just feel a bit strange Luv.” He said.
“Sit back for a second.” Buffy said, wrapping Joyce up and
moving her to the playpen. At being moved, Joyce let out a
wail.
“Oh shh now Joycie Daddy’s right here,” Spike said reaching out
for his little girl.
Buffy reluctantly placed Joyce back in Spike’s arms.
“I really think you should rest,” Buffy argued.
Spike shook his head. “Hold daughter now. Rest later.”
Buffy smiled and went to retrieve William from Dawn.
Spike took a gulp of the blood form his mug then looked back
down at Joyce smiling like an idiot.
Buffy bit the inside of her cheek to keep for laughing at him.
Spike may adore his newly discovered children, but he still was
fighting to his Big Bad persona. She slid next to Spike holding
their son in her arms.
The door bell rang loudly. Buffy and Spike looked at each other
and exchanged a groan.
“Let them in.” Buffy said.
Dawn opened the door. Spike watched as The Sunnydale Scoobies
piled into the Flat.
He looked over at Willow. Then looked back down. For a moment he
was shamed. He was so ecstatic about his situation that he had
forgotten the loss the young witch had experienced.
Willow tried to smile at Buffy hiding her recent bout of tears
but Buffy knew her best friend too well. She had dark rings
around her pain laden eyes. Buffy handed William over to Spike
joining Joyce and then went over to hugged Willow.
I’m so sorry Will,” she whispered.
Willow hugged Buffy back.
“She died a Slayer. That’s how I know she would have wanted to
go.” Willow said.
Willow looked over Buffy’s shoulder at Spike. She eyes lit up
for a moment in genuine surprise and happiness.
“Spike gosh, it’s really you.” She said.
“In the flesh,” he said.
“Shouldn’t that be reanimated flesh?” Xander quipped making his
presence more known.
“”Hello, whelp," Spike said rolling his eyes.
Xander sat down in a chair while Andrew stood in the center of
the room trying to contain his glee. “Wow this is great!
It’s like the last scene of JEDI. Luke comes back from saving
his father from the dark side to his sister Leia. Well except
you and Buffy aren’t sister and brother. That and there aren’t
a bunch of teddy bear looking forest dwelling creatures dancing
around us." Andrew commented.
The whole room stared at him for a second.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
Buffy turned her head as Giles slowly walked in.
“I did not want to interrupt,“ Giles said.
“Course not, Watcher have a seat.” Spike said showing more
courtesy to Rupert than he had anyone in a long time.
Spike handed Joyce to Buffy and went to lay William down in his
crib.
Buffy followed him laying Joyce down as well.
“Feeling charitable?” Buffy asked.
Spike shrugged his shoulders.
“Don’t know. I know I am going to sound like a total pounce but
I don’t want them to feel any resentment. The world is a hard
enough place once they start seeing it for themselves. If I
could keep negativity away from them I’m going to try.” Spike
said.
Buffy slid her arms around him. He kissed the top of her head
and walked back into the living room. The crowd was sitting
there their engaged in a heated debate.
“What’s everyone so wiggy about?“ Buffy asked.
Xander and Giles soberly looked at each other.
“Buffy we lost a number of our more trained Slayers during the
Los Angeles incident. I am afraid sending out any of the
potentials at this point would be suicide.” Giles said.
“Xander what about Sasha?” Buffy asked inquiring about his
Slayer.
Xander had recently appointed his first charge as a Watcher. He
shook his head. “She’s nowhere near ready Buff. And Giles
was saying that there’s a nest of nasty vamps outside of Notting
Hill.”
Buffy crossed her arms. “So I guess that leaves me.”
“No Bloody Way!” Spike yelled.
Buffy turned around glaring at Spike.
Spike took a step back trying to back pedal his way out of his
cave man like behavior.
“The Bits still feeding from you right?” Spike said trying not
to sound like he had a sudden revelation.
Buffy nodded slowly.
Spike pointed at her chest.
“Unless those detach I don’t think they would take to kindly to
starving while Mum goes off to fight evil.” Spike reasoned.
“Hello 21st century... ever heard of a breast pump?”
“Ah, no actually can’t say I have. Care to demonstrate?” Spike
said wagging his eyebrows.
On that note, everyone in the room tried to find some other
focal point instead of the two arguing lovers that began to
exchange flirty lustfilled looks. After all these years the
tension between Spike and Buffy still unnerved them, even more
so now that they knew it had to do more with desire than
disgust.
“Tell you what... I’ll go,” Spike said.
“Spike I don’t think that’s a good idea. You’re still recovering
from L.A.” Buffy said.
Spike grabbed Buffy into the hallway.
“Look, I didn’t want to say this in front of the kiddies, but I
see the look in your eyes. You just don’t have it in you right
now. You wouldn’t be focused out there. You would think about me
and The Bits and get distracted. The Bits and I don't need some
Nasty getting in their One Good Day because Mum was a thinking
of home.” Spike argued.
Buffy shook her head.
“No I’ll be fine.” Buffy argued shaking her head stubbornly.
Spike softened his expression and caressed touched the marks on
her neck.
“I feel it Luv. You don’t want to go out there again. You want
to stay here with the Bits... your kids. Not to say you won’t
ever again but right now this is where you want to be.” Spike
purred into her ear while turning her to face the nursery.
Buffy sighed. “When did you become so level headed?“
Spike wrapped his arms around Buffy.
“I hear Parenthood does that to you. Just don’t think I am going
to carpool or coach soccer.” Spike mumbled.
Buffy laughed. “All right you win.”
Spike looked at her suspiciously.
“You’re just going to agree with me? No fighting? No punch in
the nose?” Spike asked.
Buffy shoved him into the living room laughing.
The two of them face the crowd of visitors.
“Buffy not going out. I am.” Spike announced
sorry for the confusion.
Uncensored History
Author’s Note: Please read foot note at the end of
the chapter about Wulfie‘s challenge.
“Oh Bloody Hell.”
Spike winced hearing the rebel cries of what seemed like a
whole army of over tired, cranky sugar filled children
invade his ears.
How could his own children’s coos and giggles lull him
into such a state of contentment and these hellions make him
want to tear out his soul and start carnage again for the
sake of the sanctity of silence?
Dawn tried not to laugh at her irritated companion. He
announced that he wanted to go run some errands before he
started the nights slaying activities, after forty-five
minutes he appeared at the doorway of the flat ushering Dawn
outside in the hallway.
“I need your help Bit.” He said.
Dawn was excited the adventures of Spike and Dawn take two.
She missed the excitement of their adventures. Albeit some
of them were felonious, breaking into The Magic Box and
stealing a sleeping demon’s eggs; then again is stealing
from a creature of the night considered against the law??
Whatever his reasons was Dawn was just glad he had chosen
her to take on this excursion. She laughed for a good ten
minutes when he made his request. He could not be serious?
But Dawn saw the look in his eyes it was a mixture of anger
and embarrassment. Regaining her composure she got into the
car with him and quietly gave him directions to his sought
after destination.
Dawn looked around the huge store.
“There are really six stories of toys?” Dawn asked.
Spike nodded slowly looking around. Toys of all shapes and
sizes adorned every available space. A huge line of life
size Nutcracker solders aligned one side of the wall.
Dawn’s eyes became wide looking at everything in front of
her as a child she could have spent days here just looking
at all the toys and tiny treasures the huge haven contained.
“Don’t tell me you and The Slayer have never been here.”
Spike asked.
Dawn shook her head slowly.
“This is Hamleys!” Spike exclaimed.
“It’s every child’s sodden dream wrapped up in capitalism.
How is it Buffy manages to have twin babies and never step
foot in London’s biggest tourist attraction for children?”
Spike asked.
Dawn shrugged her shoulders.
“Spike she has been really careful about where she goes and
what she does. I mean for a while she wasn’t sure if people
were after her and the twins.” Dawn explained.
Spike nodded shutting his eyes.
He should have been here…
Dawn cleared her throat.
“So o.k. we are here tell me again why the Big Bad had to
come to the toy store?” Dawn asked.
“It’s not just any toy store.” Spike whispered.
Dawn looked at Spike confused for a moment.
“And if you know about Hamleys why didn’t you know where to
find it?” Dawn asked.
Spike rolled his eyes.
“Haven’t been back in Jolly Old England since the seventies
Bit. I went to where I remembered it being and it wasn’t
there anymore.” Spike explained.
Dawn looked up at placard.
“Well this would explain it. The changed locations in 1981.”
Dawn said
Spike watched her eyes dart to the top of the placard
reading the history of the store. He tried not to fidget.
“Come on Bit. Let’s get moving got to fight the evil
tonight.” Spike said trying to pry the girl away from the
placard.
“Did you know this place wasn’t always called Hamleys?” Dawn
asked still reading the placard.
“Right it was called Noah’s Ark when it opened.” Spike
muttered.
Dawn looked at him curiously.
“How did you know that?” Dawn asked.
“It’s been around for over two hundred years, Ducks.” Spike
said running his fingers through his hair trying not to get
frustrated.
“Wow so you where around? Did you know the original owners?”
Dawn whispered.
Spike groaned.
Dawn continued to read the placard.
“Says here the original owner was Cornishman from Bodmin,
that moved to London.” Dawn muttered.
Spike’s jaw clenched.
“His name was William Hamley.” Dawn said finally taking her
eyes off placard and looking at Spike.
“William like you.” Dawn said smiling.
Dawn’s eyes suddenly got wide.
“You’re kidding right?” Dawn asked trying to contain her
laughter.
Spike clenched his fist glaring at Dawn.
“You were named after the original owner of Hamleys?“ Dawn
asked.
Spike grabbed her by the shoulders.
“Look let’s not make a big deal out of this. My Mum and Da
were good friends with the bloke all right. It’s not like I
had a choice in who I was named after. So let’s leave well
enough alone shall we?” Spike said trying not to sound like
he was pleading.
Dawn bit her lip.
“Wait til I tell Buffy.” Dawn muttered.
Spike glowered at her.
“You tell her and I’ll bleed you dry.”
“Yeah right.” Dawn said crossing here arms smugly.
Spike groaned. Getting people to keep quiet was so much
easier when they all feared he would rip their heads off.
“All right I will stop…for now. Just tell me why we are
here?” Dawn asked.
Spike grabbed her hand and led her to a large glass counter.
He tried not to shift uncomfortably as he pointed out his
desired purchases to the lady behind the counter.
Dawn’s eyes darted back and forth between the Spike and the
women in behind the counter her eyes becoming increasingly
more teary as the moments progressed.
Spike waited for the girl to return with his pick up
voucher.
“Don’t get all weepy on me Bit. It’s going to be bad enough
when The Slayer sees what a bloody pounce I am being.” Spike
said staring straight ahead.
Dawn not knowing what else to say threw her arms around the
infuriating yet strangely irresistibly loving vampire and
whispered.
“I ‘m so glad you’re back Spike.”
** I know this chapter was short but it was a “can
have” in Wulfie’s challenge in researching if there was
indeed a Toys r us in England I remembered Hamleys from when
I went there ten years ago. So I used the London Landmark
Toy Store instead. I read about the owners name being
William and well, come on I couldn’t resist!!! LOL
Chapter Nine
Unwanted
For Wulfie some humiliation for ya!! LOL
Buffy tried not to pace. She hated being away from the
action, more to the point hated being away from his side.
She knew Spike was right; God knows that fact irked her to
no end, she would be no good to anyone out there, but it
that did not stop her from worrying about him.
Seeking comfort, she rubbed her fingers across the new marks
on her neck, replaying to herself She could hear Spike’s
last words before he went out, “Now don’t get too wiggy as
you would so eloquently spout. If you feel anything too
intense then I will feel it to. And then I will come rushing
home looking like a damn pounce.” He growled.
Buffy smiled she knew knowing for all of Spike’s protest and
grumblings, he thoroughly enjoyed being the center of her
life. She leaned against the breakfast bar trying not to
feel guilty. For so long, he He had been her everything, for
so long and but she had been was too stubborn to admit it.
“Not anymore” She said out loud to no particular person.
She walked over to the fridge making sure there was enough
blood for him when he returned home. She walked over cabinet
pulling out some burba weed remembering what he said about
it making the blood all hot and spicy. A mischievous smile
played on her lips. Hot and spicy something she could
definitely get into tonight.”
She heard a knock on the door. Swiftly running over to
answer the offending door that threatened to she ran over
afraid that the sound would wake up her feisty daughter but
calm in the knowledge that she knew William would sleep
through it, Buffy walked over to the door and opened it.
threw open the door.
She gasped. “Angel.” She said.
Angel’s eyes lit up as he smiled.
“Buffy,” he whispered.
Buffy stood there shocked for a moment. Not quite overcoming
the initial shock, Buffy recovered,
“I’m sorry, come in.” Buffy said.
Angel bite his lip suppressing a smile. “I don’t need one of
those anymore,” he said.
Buffy looked at him confused as he stepped into the Flat.
Angel reached out and hugged her tightly. That’s At that
moment, when Buffy felt it a distinct heartbeat.
“What happened?” Buffy asked her eyes wide with disbelief.
“The prophecy. Shanshu. Buffy, I’m human. I went to Rome as
soon as I could so I could find you to tell you. But you
weren't there, so I tracked you here.” Angel said trying to
contain his glee. He was so excited. Finally, he could be
with the girl he loved. He was almost giddy, practically
bouncing with energy, and all he wanted to do was hold her.
He was too happy to notice his surroundings much less
the many expressions displaying on Buffy's face.
Buffy took a step back out of his arms' reach. “I don’t
understand.” She muttered.
“I’m human.” Angel said.
Buffy shook her head furiously. “I don’t understand. Why?”
She said crossing her arms wishing they were Spike's arms
instead.
Angel could practically feel the anger rolling off her. She
was angry?
“Buffy what’s there to understand?” Angel asked.
“Why? Why you?!!” She said her voice becoming louder.
“The amulet that I gave you it did it.” Angel explained.
Buffy began to pace, tears rolling out of her eyes. “It’s
not fair. He gave up everything. He fought so hard, and you
get the reward?” Buffy said wiping her tears furiously from
her eyes. Swirling emotions of anger, hatred, frustration,
sadness, and grief all clashed in Buffy's mind, one wave
after another.
Angel walked up to Buffy and spun her around. He saw the
fresh marks on her neck.
“Of course you’ve been claimed that explains it.” Angel said
sighing in relief.
“Angel what are you talking about?” Buffy said pulling
herself out of his arms.
“The anger why you are not happy to see me. It’s The
Immortal he’s claimed you. You don’t know what you’re
saying. We’ll figure this out.” Angel promised.
Buffy let out a scoff. “Have you always been this off?”
Buffy asked.
Angel took a step back.
“For you’re information, yes, I am claimed. I have been for
a long time now. It’s just been made official. As for if it
was unwilling try again, I love the man that did this with
everything I am.” Buffy stated in a tone that brooked no
debate and with resolve face firmly in place.
She was so angry. Livid. It broke her heart not for herself
but for Spike. Why did Angel get this chance and he didn’t?
If he was human he could take his babies to the park. He
could take her on long walks down Regent Street. They could
get married.
Buffy tried not to be such a wimp. But her pain for her
mate began to consume her suddenly the door crashed open.
“BUFFY!” They both heard the primal call.
Buffy turned and saw Spike running into the Flat holding a
axe looking around for a would be predator. Spike stopped
dead in his tracks when he saw Angel.
He tried not to let his insecurity take him over, but he
could not help it. He felt Buffy’s shock, then anger,
and then he felt the pain in her heart. It was because he
was here. She must have felt all those things, because she
found out Angel he was human. The initial shock of seeing
Angel, and the anger Buffy was feeling was probably directed
toward Spike for not telling her. The pain…must have been
because she was now bound to Spike and could not be with the
recently humanized poof.
Spike dropped the axe trying to keep his Big Bad image
intact.
“You two have a lot to talk about I would say.” Spike
muttered his eyes never leaving the floor.
“You claimed her? You knew I was human and you claimed her
anyways? I could kill you William!” Angel sneered.
Buffy stood there shaking looking at Spike her
heartbreaking. Angel walked up to her gently putting his
hands on her shoulders.
“I’ll make him relinquish his claim. I promise Buffy.” He
said wrapping his arm around her shoulder.
Buffy stood there for another moment, and then jerked
herself out of Angel’s embrace. She ran across the room
launching herself into Spike’s surprised arms.
“Stop it Spike. Stop using that claim over her.” Angel
demanded.
Spike held Buffy tighter. “I…I’m not.” He said amazed.
Buffy buried her head into his chest. “It’s not fair.” Buffy
cried.
Spike looked questionably into Buffy’s eyes.
“You know I don’t care vampire or not I will love you
forever. But why? Why wasn’t it you? It’s the one thing you
wanted especially now. It’s not fair.” Buffy cried.
Spike gulped hard. She was upset for him? Because he didn’t
get the human toy surprise? His undead heart swelled at this
new knowledge. She didn’t want Angel. She still wanted him.
Spike tried not to cry; he really did, but he could not help
it. The site of Buffy so heartbroken for him nearly made him
forget the Great Poof was still in the room. All he wanted
to do was swing his mate around covering her with kisses
until they fell to the floor making passionate love.
Looking down at Buffy, Spike kissed her forehead, whispering
in her ear, “I have all that I need Luv.” Spike whispered in
her ear.
Buffy smiled through her tears.
They heard the sound of stirring Bits coming from the
nursery. “It must be William.” Buffy said softly. “Joycie
would be screaming bloody blue murder.”
Spike nodded looking over at Angel.
“Don’t worry I’ll handle this.” Buffy announced kissing her
mate on the cheek.
Spike walked past Angel and into the nursery closing the
door behind him.
Buffy looked at her first love trying and took a calming
breath.
“I’m sorry I behaved terribly.” Buffy said quietly.
Angel sat down on a barstool trying to make sense of what
just happened. “I feel like I am in The Twilight Zone.”
Angel mumbled.
Buffy leaned against the back of her couch.
“You’re not. You’re in Our Flat mine, Dawnie’s and
Spike’s.” Buffy said trying to put emphasis on Spike’s
name.
“You and Spike? Buffy I don’t understand. You said you were
cookies you said you still think about us.” Angel said
trying to pull on her heartstrings.
Buffy sighed. She really looked at human Angel, and a odd
thought struck her, he still looked broody. Shaking that
thought from her head, cause not helping, she refocused.
“Angel you are my first love. Of course, the whole
cookies thing back then, I still thought of you. I thought
I was going to die; I was facing the First, hordes of
ubervamps, ultimate opening of hellmouth. I thought about
all the different paths my life could have taken.” Buffy
explained.
“You said he wasn’t your boyfriend.” Angel argued, sounding
like Dawn at fourteen.
“I said he was in my heart. Being my boyfriend what did that
mean? You were my boyfriend. So was Riley both of you left.”
Buffy raised a pointed eyebrow without realizing she had
mimicked Spike.
“And Spike didn’t right?” Angel said sarcastically.
Buffy shook her head. “He died Angel.” Buffy said.
“Not for the world Buffy; don’t be fooled that was all for
you. Just some lame attempt to impress you.” Angel growled.
“Well it worked then you Big Poof!” Buffy yelled, then
quickly covering her mouth.
They heard a snicker from the other room.
“I’m sorry, I really just said that out loud.” Buffy
muttered.
Angel crossed his arms.
“So let me get this right? If given a choice between being
with me as a human and Spike as a vampire…you chose Spike?”
Angel asked shaking his head in disbelief.
Buffy tried not to clap her hands in joy that he finally
came to this revelation she bit her lip waiting for Angel to
come out of his reverie.
“Buffy all those things we wished for they could happen
now.” Angel whispered.
“Angel you still don’t get it. I was a kid back then. I have
changed, so have you. You never got that it didn’t matter to
me. They only thing I ever wanted was for you to stand by my
side take everything as it came. Be strong enough to not
worry about tomorrow because hello Slayer early expiration
date. But you left and built your own life.” Buffy said.
“If this is about how I acted after you came back the second
time…”
“Yes and No.” Buffy interrupted.
“Buffy I would have been there..
“But you weren’t. Willow went to L.A. to tell you. Did you
come back to The Hellmouth? Did you take care of my sister?
My friends? No.” Buffy's voice started to rise with each
pointed question. said.
Angel put his hands up. “And Spike did. I got that part. But
then you came back.”
“Do you know what happened when I came back? I had to crawl
my way out of a coffin. Do you know who was there for me?
The second person I saw after I got home? Spike. He was
standing there just staring at me. Then he tried to take
care of me but everyone wouldn’t let him. I went to him the
next day, why, because he made me feel safe. Then I tried to
go to you. But like you said you had your own life. So I
came home, and the only person that I could be honest with
was the only person who was ALWAYS there for me: was Spike.”
Buffy declared.
“I had my reasons.” Angel replied.
Buffy sighed. “You’re really not getting this are you.” She
said.
“Buffy you’re my girl. Said you would always be.” Angel
whispered.
“A part of me will always be Angel, but I am not yours to
keep. I’m Spike’s.” Buffy announced. “I know you don’t
understand. You have no idea what we have.”
Angel fought the bile rising in his throat. Spike had told
him the exact same thing the day he materialized in his
office. He had wanted to rip those words out of
existence, but here were the words echoed from Buffy.
He needed to be sick.
”What we had Buffy…”
“Had Angel, had. It’s in the past. What I have with Spike,
it’s more so much more than what we were.” Buffy said trying
again not to sound so harsh.
Angel hung his head in defeat.
“Angel let me ask you something. If Cordelia had lived,
would you be here?” Buffy challenged.
Angel looked up at her surprised.
“You didn't think I knew?” Buffy asked.
Angel again was left speechless.
“Excuse me I need to go check on something.” Buffy
announced. Angel just stayed where he was. He really could
not think or move right now.
Buffy got to the door just as it was opening. Spike looked
at her.
“My turn Pet?” He groaned.
Buffy nodded.
“He’s human now I could just eat him.” Spike mused.
Buffy swatted him playfully.
“All right let me deal with the clean up.”
Beta: Holly A.
Chapter 10
Game Over
Spike walked into the kitchen as Buffy disappeared into the
nursery.
He did not even try to hide his glee at the present
scenario. For over a century, he had felt like he had lived
in Angel’s shadow. Now finally he was free. Angel could not
even hold his Grand-sire status over his head anymore. The
closer Spike got to the kitchen, the more he realized that
all of their past arguments, battles and wars suddenly
seemed so trivial to him.
Angel looked up as Spike entered.
“You must be thoroughly enjoying this William.” Angel said
glaring at him.
“Drink Mate?” Spike said walking over to the counter
searching through the cabinet. Much to his surprise, he
found an unopened bottle of The Antiquary, Old Scotch
Whisky. What was Buffy doing with Whiskey, damn bloody good
whiskey at that in the house? He suppressed the smile that
was threatening to creep across his face realizing Buffy
must have noticed she had run out and gotten it especially
for him. He retrieved two glasses from the cabinet and then
walked over to the other counter where Angel was furrowing
his brow.
Since Spike’s entrance into the kitchen, Angel had begun to
seethe. Spike looked so comfortable standing there in
Buffy’s kitchen. He looked like her had resided there
comfortably for a much longer duration than the two days
Angel knew it had really been. Spike knew exactly where the
glasses and the Whiskey was kept, and that brand of Whiskey
did not escaped his attention.
Internally sighing, Spike thought why was he always the one
who had to deliver a bit of reality to Buffy’s exes?
“Look Mate she’s not your Bint anymore. Has not been for a
long time.” Spike said.
“You knew she was here, and you let me go off to Rome. What
Spike, afraid if I got here first I would have ruined your
cozy little set up?” Angel accused.
“Right, I was plotting in my unconscious state, you Pounce!
Besides, ever stop to think why Giles and Little Ms.
Attitude sent you away? Maybe because they were trying to
spare you some embarrassment.” Spike offered.
Spike shrugged off his duster and took a sip of his whiskey.
He loved the way the burn felt going down his throat. For a
brief second, the warmth took over his cold body.
Spike put down his glass watching Angel sip on his looking
lost in his own thoughts.
“I don’t see why you’re all put out, you got to be a real
live boy. Got the heart beat to prove it.” Spike said.
“And you get Buffy?” Angel spat out.
Spike slammed his fist down on the counter. He closed his
eyes remembering his twins lying in their cribs trying to
sleep.
“Why did you want to be human Angel?” Spike asked.
“That’s a dumb question.” Angel said.
“Is it now? I think it’s a pretty good question. Do you
know the only reason why I ever wanted a damn heart beat?”
Spike asked.
Spike pointed at the room he knew Angel had seen Buffy enter
earlier.
“To be with her, to give her what she deserves. Think I
cared about walking in the sun? Birthdays and growing old?
Not really, stopped thinking about that a long time ago. All
I wanted, hell all I bloody cared about, was to be was with
her. Can you say the same Mate? Of course you can’t. Cause
you went off and made your own life even said so yourself.
Found yourself a new love and purpose. So don’t be getting
your knickers in a twist because for some reason or another
someone up there decided this was my purpose. I won’t let
you or anyone else ruin this for us.” Spike said.
Angel furiously glared at Spike.
“You're immortal, she's not. What are you going to do when
she’s eighty, Spike? Wrinkled and senile and cursing you
for your youth. What kind of a life can you really offer
her? I don't see a lot of Sunday picnics in the offing. I
see you skulking in the shadows, hiding from the sun, and
watching from the sidelines. She's young. Her whole life is
still ahead of her, but you want to keep her from the life
she should have because all you’re thinking about is what
you want. You keep her from having a normal life, and
she’ll watch it pass her by. Is that what you came back from
Hell for? Is that your greater purpose?” Angel challenged.
Spike’s entire being shook with anger, still he was barely
containing his demon.
“My God you are evil.” They both heard.
Both of them were shocked to see Buffy storming back into
the kitchen her Buffy’s normal green eyes flickering with
yellow specks.
Buffy focused solely on Angel as she slowly walked toward
him.
“How dare you come into our home and do this to him. You
know, you nearly used the same speech The Mayor used on you
to make you leave Sunnydale like the coward you were.” Buffy
spat out as she tried to reign in her anger. Without another
word to Angel, she walked over to Spike and sat in his lap.
Buffy gazed into Spike’s eyes with such an intensity he
nearly felt like he was in a thrall. Buffy moved her hair
aside showcasing her marks proudly to her mate. Spike
instinctively brushed his lips over them his closing as a
small growl resonated out of from his throat.
Buffy wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She closed her
eyes sighing in ecstasy allowing Spike to rock her back and
forth in his arms for a moment. Buffy looked down at Spike
and placed a loving kiss on the tip of his nose.
She broke free of Spike’s lustful gaze and glared over at
Angel. “The difference between you and Spike is that he
won’t believe that crap you just tried to sell him. Why?
Because he really listens, maybe not so much to my words but
always what’s in my heart. He knows the only thing that is
important to me is that he is here living life with me.”
Buffy looked back down at Spike as he gently caressed the
small of her back. The lover’s locked their gaze. She
continued to speak to Angel even though her eyes never left
Spike’s.
“He said he was going to leave once. Came and told me. I
couldn’t let him.” Buffy whispered.
Angel watched the two people across from him. Even though
these words were for him, he suddenly felt as if he was not
even in the room. He watched as Buffy stroked Spike’s cheek.
“I didn’t have to cry or beg. I just told him that I was not
ready for him not to be there. He didn’t leave. Even when I
ran away he came after me. Made me strong.” Buffy said.
Spike kissed her lips as he tightened his grip around her
waist.
“This is where I belong. And as for the growing old part.”
Suddenly, they heard a loud wail coming from the next room.
Angel watched as Dawn emerged from her room across the way,
wrapping her robe around her body. She looked up at Buffy
and Spike with relief.
“Oh good you guys are still up, you can handle it.” Dawn
muttered.
She was about to turn tail and leave when she saw Angel
sitting there.
She crossed her arms and looked at him. “What the hell are
you doing here?” She demanded.
Angel looked up toward the heavens. “Is no none glad to see
me?” He lamented.
Spike, Dawn and Buffy all exchanged a shrug.
Suddenly there was another wail.
Dawn walked across the room and into the nursery; a split
second later, she came out her arms filled with a wailing
William.
“He’s not wet. Maybe he is hungry.” Dawn said. Both the
parents jumped up concerned
when they had seen it was the more docile of the twins.
As soon as William was placed in Buffy’s arms, the older
twin began to howl. Spike and Buffy winced. “Knew that was
going to happen Luv.” Spike said.
Buffy smiled to herself. Spike had been there less than two
days and had already understood how his children operated.
Dawn came back in holding Joyce she handed her to his
father. Dawn stretched her arms and yawned. “Got to get to
bed. I have to take care of some stuff over at the school
tomorrow. Still coming with me Spike?”
Spike nodded.
“Hopefully you won’t have to go out during the day.” Angel
muttered like a spoiled child.
Dawn rolled her eyes.
“Sure you still have a soul? I mean I think I could forgive
you for eating him.” Dawn mumbled.
“DAWN!” Buffy yelled biting the inside of her cheek.
Spike on the other hand let out a hearty laugh as he rocked
his daughter in his arms.
Angel looked at Buffy then the babies. “They are yours?”
Angel asked shocked.
Buffy nodded.
“And you still chose Spike?!! What does their father have to
say about this?”
Buffy smiled over wickedly over at Spike. Spike took a step
back, standing side by side with Dawn awaiting the show.
This was going to be great!
“The father is ecstatic about the babies and the fact that
Spike is here.” Buffy said.
Angel crossed his arms. “Somehow I doubt that.”
Moving a tad closer to Angel, Buffy removed William’s
blanket showing Angel his face.
Angel eyes got wide as he saw a miniature version of Spike
staring back at him. The tiny infant took one look at Angel
and let out an ear-piercing wail. Buffy pulled him to her
rocking him back and forth trying to soothe him.
Spike held a now quiet Joyce as Dawn smiled looking up at
Spike.
“What can I say you’re son has excellent taste.”
Spike snickered. He bloody loved this if he had a video
camera. Had he known it would be this good, he would have
taped this whole scene of the Big Poof getting the receiving
end of a verbal beating from his girls and watched
repeatedly. Honestly, if he known this was his reward for
giving up his life to save the world that day, he would have
pranced around The Hellmouth in that bloody amulet, a ring,
bracelet, and jeweled crown singing “Henry the Eighth I Am”
as the fire burned him from the inside out.
“But it’s not possible.” Angel said.
Spike cocked a eyebrow at him. “One Word Poof. Connor.”
Buffy and Dawn both laughed as Angel hung his head in his
hands.
Spike motioned to Dawn. “I think Tall, Dark and Forehead
needs another drink.” Spike said.
Angel ran his fingers through his hair.
“And maybe some more of that Nancy Boy hair gel. No telling
what he is capable of if his hair doesn’t stick straight up
they way he bloody needs it to.”
Angel glared at Spike. Spike sighed shaking his head in pity
looking at Angel.
“Let’s make this simple. So even you could understand this.
Game Over Liam, I win.”
Restitution
The next day Angel awoke on Buffy’s couch. All his muscles ached from
having to fit his large frame onto the too small couch. As he sat up,
he tried to stretch, and his whole body protested. He had not had this
problem as a vampire. Angel heard sounds of laughter coming from the
kitchen. He turned and saw Buffy holding her stomach, her face bright
red as she gasped for air in between her hiccupped laughs.
Spike was standing there making goofy faces at his baby girl as he did a
very good imitation of Adina from “Absolutely Fabulous” calling the
crying child ‘Sweetie, Darling’ as she fussed. Buffy caught her breath
and sat down tending to their son who was placed in a car seat on the
kitchen table.
Finally Joyce stopped crying as Spike nuzzled his cheek against hers
inciting a brilliant smile from Buffy. Spike promptly leaned down and
delivered his mate a kiss. Buffy removed William from the car seat and
placed him in the kitchen’s swing.
Angel’s heart felt like it was shattering into shards. Not only was it
due to the scene of domestic bliss happily displayed in front of him,
but also in the cruel truth that in the entire time he had known Buffy
he had never made her laugh that way, much less look that way. In fact,
he had never seen her ever look so happy. She glowed.
Sensing herself being watched, Buffy looked across the room and saw that
Angel had awoken.
“Hey Angel. Made coffee,” Buffy offered.
Spike stepped in front of Buffy blocking Angel’s view. “Don’t think it
was over kill last night do you Luv?” Spike asked.
Buffy cocked her head to one side looking at Angel’s appearance for a
moment and then back up at Spike. “Just enough kill I would say,” Buffy
teased.
“Oi, that’s my line,” Spike said pouting.
Buffy jumped out of her seat snuggling next to her Spike.
“Oh pouty, look at that lip. Gonna get it, get it,” she whispered as she
captured Spike’s lips with her own.
Spike chuckled. “Stop.” he said with absolutely no conviction.
“Get a room.” Angel groaned.
Dawn popped out of the bathroom. “They got one. Or did you not hear the
racket last night,” Dawn said as she shuffled to the kitchen brushing
past Spike.
Spike kissed the top of Joyce’s head then moved over to William taking
him out of his swing.
Dawn looked seriously at Buffy. “How long is ‘he’ going to stay here?”
Dawn muttered motioning to Angel with her eyes.
“We are working on that now.” Buffy said through her teeth as she smiled
over at Angel.
Angel stood up and stretched some more. He really needed to get out of
here. Last night he did hear the lovers and the ‘racket’ as Dawn so
eloquently put it. He thanked The Powers That Be again for his recent
humanized state, because if he still had his enhanced vampire hearing he
would have torn out his ear drums from all the moaning and groaning he
heard. Not to mention the whispered words of love. No, Angel did not
want to rethink the mutterings that he did here. He really needed to get
out of here.
There was a knock on the door.
“Sure why not everyone else seems to be showing up.” Buffy groaned.
Holding William in one arm, Buffy opened the door and saw Rupert
standing there. Upon seeing him, she sighed, slumped her shoulders and
looked down fighting an urge to laugh.
“Is this a bad time?” Rupert asked.
Buffy shook her head in the negative stepping aside to let Rupert inside
her home. Their home now, she mused.
As he entered the kitchen, Rupert saw Angel standing on the opposite
side of the room.
Angel crossed his arms glaring at the retired Watcher. “I can’t thank
you enough for your help getting to Rome, Giles,” Angel said.
“Yes, well I had my reasons. But I am here to see Spike.” Rupert said
effectively dismissing Angel’s presence.
Angel rolled his eyes. “Not you too.” Again, he was being ignored.
Angelus was never ignored.
Upon Rupert’s announcement, Spike handed Joyce to Buffy. Rupert looked
over at William now sharing his mum with Joyce surprised that the infant
was not wailing at the top of his lungs.
Buffy and Dawn went into the nursery and deposited the twins returning
in time to hear Spike address Giles.
“What can I do you for Rupes?”
“Actually Spike it’s what I want to do for you. What I mean to say is
what I want to give you.” Rupert said.
Spike leaned against the counter. One could never tell with ol’ Rupes if
he was going to give you research or a death sentence from his tone, so
he readied himself either way. Always good to be on the ready.
“I made a grave mistake that night. I thought I was doing what was best,
but you were right. Buffy had surpassed me. She was a better teacher, a
better judge of character than I was. After you died I realized how
horrid I had been to you. Besides giving your life to save the world,
you had personally saved me on a few instances,” Giles said taking off
his glasses.
“I don’t know what you mean Ripper.” Spike quipped amazed he had just
received an apology from the Watcher.
The two men chuckled.
“Spare me.” Angel moaned.
“On one occasion you even saved me from him.” Rupert said pointing at
Angel, a hint of the Ripper in his tone.
Buffy stood in front of Spike leaning against him as he wrapped his arms
around her.
“I was wrong. After we had thought you were dead, I watched Buffy from a
distance because after that night with Wood we were never as close as we
once had been. All the life had left her. She walked around as if she
was waiting to die almost like she was biding her time until she could
be with you. Her behavior echoed her lack of, dare I say, Buffiness that
she had after Willow brought her out of Heaven. It made me realize that
had Wood and I succeeded then I would have been the one that done that
to her. Without you at her side, she would have never been able to
defeat The First.” Rupert confessed glasses held to his side as he had
spoken each word looking directly into Spike’s eyes.
Exhaling a huge breath, she had not realized she had been holding Buffy
closed her eyes. “Finally you get it.” she whispered.
Spike kissed the top of Buffy’s head.
“That means a lot to us.” he said.
“However, there is the matter of the twins, and you being a proper
father to them.” Rupert said.
Spike felt Buffy tense in his arms. ‘Stupid Wanker, finally made some
progress and you ruin it.’ he thought looking over at The Watcher.
“I want to be here for them, for you all of you.” Rupert said pulling
out a small velvet box out of his pocket.
“Perhaps this will help.” he said reaching out to hand the box to Spike.
Spike cocked his eye up. “Not that you aren’t a handsome fellow or that
I’m not flattered, but I am kind of spoken for mate,” Spike teased.
“Kind of?” Buffy said glaring up at Spike.
“Very spoken for,” he whispered kissing Buffy deeply.
Watching Spike and Buffy sharing an intimate moment would have one time
repulsed him, recalling their wish engagement, Rupert smiled now all he
could feel was happy. The world had been set to right for his battle
scarred Slayer. Hopefully what he had brought would help.
“As I was saying Spike. Please take this.” Rupert said.
Keeping Buffy firmly wrapped in his arms, Spike took the box from him
using his right hand. With his left, he opened it and Buffy gasped. So
shocked by its contents the box fell from Spike’s grasp fortunately to
be caught by Buffy.
“It can’t be.” Buffy said.
Dawn moved closer to the couple and looked over to see what was so
shocking. Seeing the contents, she stepped back a little and quipped,
“O.k. it’s a little blingy for my taste but what gives?”
After watching Giles’ presentation of the box, Spike becoming
speechless, a feat he’d rarely seen accomplished, and the reactions of
both Buffy and Dawn, Angel had a good idea of the box’s contents, so he
slowly Angel approached the couple. “The Gem Of Amarra,” he stated.
“How did you find it?” Spike asked recovering from his shock.
Rupert crossed his arms, a smirk creeping on his face. “Let’s just say
The Ripper paid a visit to an old friend.”
Buffy placed the ring on Spike’s right hand. They looked at each other
for a moment before both of them made a beeline for the nursery. Dawn,
Rupert and Angel watched as the two parents walked out of the nursery
holding their children. As a family, they walked over to the double
doors leading to the balcony simultaneously yanking them open allowing
sunlight to engulf the previously dark room.
Spike stood there for a moment holding his son. He closed his eyes
feeling the sun against his cool skin and then stepped onto the balcony.
Buffy’s eyes misted. The sight of her love in the sun holding his son
was almost too much for her to bear. Spike sat down on one of the patio
chairs motioning for Buffy to come sit on his lap. Buffy positioned
herself on him holding Joyce in her arms. She rested her head on
Spike’s. Both sat in silence cherishing their perfect moment.
Dawn looked at them then looked back at Angel.
“I really don’t mean to be rude Angel, but look at them. What good
could it be for you to stick around and watch this?” Dawn asked
gesturing to the happy family.
In response, Angel sighed, and without another word he walked out of the
apartment.
Chapter 12
Letting Loose The Dogs Of War
Written By Wulfie and Starshine :-)
Excitedly Beta’d by Oracleholly
Buffy hurriedly entered the living room of her flat carrying the twins. She
had heard the griping and complaining from the foyer announcing the return
of the rest of her family from their last minute shopping trip. It was
strange really both Joyce and Will had begun laughing and giggling as soon
as the others had left. The moaning got louder as she neared the family
room, but the sight that greeted her had her wondering if she should be
laughing or crying.
Xander sat on the love seat with a gash across his forehead that was still
bleeding a bit. Willow sat next to him with her dress partially ripped. On
the arm of the seat on Xander’s other side sat Faith nursing what looked
like a broken hand. Next to the bar, Giles was wrapping his upper arm while
Spike was holding a sling for the elder watcher. Spike himself acquired a
black eye and a nasty set of claw marks on his face. Buffy looked at the
last two of the group, Andrew and Dawn, who both amazingly seemed to be
completely injury free.
"Apocalypse?" Buffy asked the room.
"Bloody hell, worse." Her Mate answered. "Bloody old ladies and their
bloody blue hair and bloody canes."
Shocked the senior Slayer looked at her Mate curiously "O.k. first off…over
use of the word Bloody…and second, huh???"
"Well Buffy, I guess I must be the one to tell you." Giles walked over
towards the rest and assumed his lecture mode, complete with his glasses in
his wounded hand.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
They stood side by side by side gathered into groups to complete this most
perilous of battles. On the far right stood, Dawn and Andrew. Dawn, the
Key, the Slayer’s sister, with three apocalypses under her belt, next to
Andrew who faced away watching her back, he had only helped avert one
apocalypse, but it had been the First Evil, the granddaddy of them all. In
the next group stood Faith, Xander and Willow, two of the original Scoobies
and the dark Slayer, each prepared for the upcoming battle.
In front of them stood the only ones beside the senior Slayer that had a
prayer of leading this band of champions, Rupert Giles, Head of the Watchers
Council, Personal Watcher and surrogate father to the longest lived slayer
of all time, and William Samuel Kennicot, William the Bloody, Spike, Slayer
of Slayers, ‘The Big Bad’, the two looked over there troops with a wary eye,
could even these exalted heroes hope to save the day. Spike pulled out his
'weapons bag' and walked down the ramp and began distributing them among the
troops.
"American Express?" Dawn asked.
"Bloody right, don’t leave home without it," was the Elder Champion's reply.
The others took their weapons without reply, for it was December 23, and not
a day to dawdle. Each group knew their mission, and none would except
failure.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
"I'll take over our part of the story G-Man." Xander stated.
=========================================
We were up the stairs at a fast pace; we had done reconnaissance on the
stores’ layout on the Internet thanks to Wills preplanning. As we
approached the Scooby bedspreads though, we saw a frightening sight. There
were only two left, and there were a slew of women moving towards them, so I
took a running start and body-blocked the three closest to them giving Wills
and Faith an open shot.
Faith saw however that although I had taken out the leaders of the pack, the
rest were still advancing towards our target, so she quickly, removed a
handle from a nearby push broom, throwing the broom head boomerang fashion
to sweep a few of them off their feet, and then began using the handle as a
quarter staff to beat back the advancing horde. Willow moved in to grab our
objective. Several strays from the pack of locusts had seen mine and Faith's
frontal assault as a diversion and used it to sneak around the back of the
pack; however, the Willster was prepared.
::Step Away:: The redheaded Witch shouted into their minds.
It created a panic and victory was with the White Hats once again.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
"Xander," Buffy said as she tried to keep a straight face, "You are trying
to convince me you attacked a bunch of women and children to SAVE a pair of
Scooby blankets?" Buffy actually snorted. "Really, how did you get so
bruised up?"
The senior Slayer looked over at her sister. "O.k. Dawn, what did you and
Andrew have to do?"
Dawn was looking at Xander as if he were insane.
"Well I had pre-purchased our presents, so Andrew and I just picked it up at
the front desk."
"Bloody cheaters you two are." Spike mumbled in a stage whisper.
"Quite right." His fellow Englishman added. "And if I may continue with
Spike and mine exploits."
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
"As true Englishman and Champions, the enemy hordes only got our blood
pumping, we moved into position with an ease and stealth that showed our
training and combat skills, of course like Xander's group our objective was
surrounded. So the elder Champion grabbed a buggy from a passing lady and
threw it into the thickest concentration of enemy warriors. He then
followed it by howling and growling, to further employ fear as a primary
weapon. I myself ran straight for the objective and grabbed it, but was
quickly surrounded by hordes of older ladies with blue hair and walking
canes. They assaulted me, and as my hands were full I could not retaliate.
But as any good team, my partner ascertained my danger and rushed to my aid.
He grabbed me around the waist, then using his superhuman strength jumped to
the top of the aisle which we ran down to hasten our escape."
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
By this time Buffy didn't try to hide her giggles.
"Yeah right Giles, you two beat up a bunch of defenseless old women."
"Defenseless my bloody white arse, bloody near killed us both."
Buffy was still laughing when she looked over at her sister whose face had
been completely drained of color. She then turned to see what her sister
was watching.
"And in other news several people were hospitalized today in a riot started
at Hamelys by a group of American terrorists." Came from the TV as they
showed Spike running a top an aisle carrying Giles.
"OH My GOD!" Buffy just stared at the group in shock, "You people are not
allowed out alone, EVER again."
"But B..."
"NO!" She screamed.
"You guys demolished Hamleys for a few presents??!!"
Spike shrugged his shoulders. "The bloke on T.V. said they were the hottest
selling items for tiny bits of the season. They are the children of the
Slayer…we do have a reputation to uphold." He argued lamely.
Buffy rolled her eyes trying to find some shred of logic in the small group
that had gathered in her home. However everyone there seemed to agree with
her Mate. With slight horror, she realized her Mate’s madness had spread to
her friends even her Watcher the most sensible of the bunch. They had all
gone insane
Foisting Will and Joyce onto Dawn and Willow, Buffy stomped out of the room.
Giles looked sympathetically at Spike. "You best figure out a way to soothe
her."
Spike rolled his eyes as he pushed himself away from the bar. "I bloody hate
Christmas."
Spike made his way into the bedroom quietly shutting the door behind him. He
watched as Buffy paced back and forth fuming. His Mate was truly one truly
brassed-off slayer.
"You could have gotten yourself killed!! You know it was broad daylight out.
Were you even thinking? What if in all your hysterics the ring slipped
off?" Buffy screamed throwing a pillow at him.
"OI!" He yelled rubbing at his nose.
"Buffy, Luv..."
"Don't you dare! Don’t you even ‘Luv’ me! Don’t start in with the sweetness
routine. I know how you are. This is serious business. The Council is going
to have a fit!" Buffy yelled.
Spike crossed the room quickly grabbing Buffy and throwing on her on the bed
landing on top of her with a thud. "If you would stop on your bleeding
tirade for a minute. I have something to ask you." Spike said.
"What?!" She huffed.
Spike pulled a small object out of his pocket.
Buffy's eyes got wide. "Oh My God..."
Chapter 13
(Beta by Oracleholly)
The Right Mr. Wrong
Buffy stared at the sparkling item dangling off of Spike’s index finger.
“That’s not what I think it is, is it?” Buffy mumbled.
Spike suddenly felt insecure from her reaction; perhaps this was not what
she wanted.
“I thought maybe you would want this, luv. I mean the Claim…it’s part of my
world. This is well…part of yours.” Spike muttered.
Buffy smiled through her tears. Softly she whispered, “The Claim is a part
of both our worlds. And this I want this more than anything.”
She watched as Spike’s face lit up. He smiled that same cocky smile she had
permanently etched in her memory. Any time she felt too alone or that the
world was too overwhelming, she would close her eyes and think of him.
Giving her that smile.
Staring into his Mate’s eyes, Spike turned serious. He wanted to do this
properly.
“Buffy…Luv…once I told you the only thing I have ever been sure of in over
one hundred years was you. You remember, you said you didn’t want to be the
one. Well, pet, guess you got your wish because now it’s not just you. There
are the Bits too. Before you and the Bits, I’d never felt like I really had
a place in this bloody world. Not even a destiny. Tried to make one…well
take the Big Poof’s but that’s besides the point.”
Closing his eyes, Spike then titled his head back. Bugger, he was bollixing
this up! Not only was he rambling, but also did he just have to mention
Angel? In his proposal to Buffy? Someone put a stake in him now!
Spike turned his attention back to Buffy. Apparently, during his silent
self-flagellation, she had to begun to seriously focus on the ring. Her
expression a mix of complete awe and wonder. Her breathing seemed shallow
and labored. Seeing his Mate in such a state of disbelief gave him the
strength to continue.
“I know we have issues. I know you wonder how I will feel in 30 years…if
things will be the same. I want you to know…”
“Spike please… I…”
“Wait let me finish. Buffy…when I close my eyes…when I fall asleep, you’re
the last thing I want to see and when I wake, you’re the first I want to lay
my eyes on. I know I don’t have much to offer. But I do love you with
everything I am. I was just wanted to know…”
“Yes!” Buffy interrupted, eyes brimming with tears.
Spike closed his eyes in frustration. “Bloody hell woman!!! Do you always
have to do that??!”
“Do what?” Buffy questioned, sniffling and smiling through her tears.
Spike ranted, “It’s bleeding infuriating every time I start laying it all
out there. You get all uncomfortable and cut me off. You always have to go,
and…wait…did you say yes?”
Buffy laughed a bit then nodded her head enthusiastically. “Yes…yes I said
yes Spike. How could you think for a minute I wouldn’t want this? Silly
vampire!”
Spike shrugged his shoulders. For a moment he felt like a right idiot. Her
question had merit to it. How could he not believe she would want to marry
him? She was his eternally because of their Claim. Still a part of him
remained, and that tiny part of the ole insecure William and unlucky at love
Spike that lingered had taken over for a moment putting all his fears front
and center.
Everything logical told him, no screamed at him, that he was wrong for her.
She was The Slayer, not only a Vampire Slayer but also the oldest surviving
one ever. He was her natural enemy. Killer of two of her kind. The Council’s
most documented vampire besides Dracula. If she were to refer to The Slayer
journals or even the Watcher Chronicles and look up ‘wrong to be bound to
eternity with’ his picture would be smirking back at her.
He was definitely Mr. Wrong.
And yet when he stared into her eyes drowning in their depths or when he
listened to her laugh in a way only he could make her laugh. Or when she
would get so riled up and angry with him that she would let loose on him in
the way she never could with another. Or when he could make her shiver as
they made love, or when she would lie next to him so loving and trusting, so
peaceful in his arms. Or how she would look at him with love in those eyes
of hers as she was doing so now.
He never felt so right in his entire existence.
Smiling through his tears, Spike kissed her on the lips pouring into his
kisses all of those feelings of ‘rightness’.
“By the way, I cut you off because anything you said would not have compared
to the first time you asked me to marry you.” Buffy explained.
“Under Red’s spell??” Spike questioned, eyebrow raised.
Buffy nodded with a half-smile, “When I thought you were dead, I used to
think about that moment all the time. The look you had in your eyes. How
happy you were when you heard me say yes.”
Spike kissed her again gently as he slipped the ring on her finger.
“Just say yes, and make me the happiest man on earth.” Spike whispered
staring into her emerald eyes.
Buffy smiled kissing her mate.
“Oh Spike, of course it’s yes!”
Chapter 14
(Beta by Oracleholly)
In Dreams
Spike found himself running through Piccadilly Circus. Sod it all, he hated
when Joycie did this. She was so rash impulsive. Something her mother
constantly harped at him about. Joycie’s impulsive streak happened to be
their biggest point of contention about their children. Neither of them
would fess up from whom exactly Joycie got her chutzpah. Grand-Da Rupert
knew better than to get involved as his personal opinion was the both of
them were equally to blame for the eleven-year old’s temperament.
Spike skidded to a halt on the street, traffic still whirling past him.
“Eleven?? Joycie isn’t eleven-years old…no, she’s eleven months in a few
days!”
Spike closed his eyes. “Oh Bloody Hell I’m dreaming!!” He screamed.
He watched as people stared at him avoiding the strange, screaming man
whilst they pass. Spike looked down at his hand. No Gem of Amarra and
there’s sunlight.
“Why am I not frying to a crisp?” He said to himself.
Another onlooker who happened to pass by at that exact moment gave him a
funny look.
“Hey, it’s my dream I can yell as bleeding loud as I bloody well want to.”
Spike snarled causing said onlooker to jump away frightened and hurriedly
make his way down the street.
Suddenly he heard Buffy’s voice somewhere from the heavens. “Spike! Stop
jabbering to yourself and find our daughter!!”
Spike looked up toward the sky. “All right, Slayer! Give a Bloke a second to
adjust here.” He groaned. His bloody wife nagging at him again! Closing
his eyes, tilting his head, and biting his bottom lip, he paused to collect
himself.
“Well this is your dream, and for some reason our eleven year old is out
there running amuck all over London. And you have me here waiting at home
like some 50’s housewife, so get your ass in gear and find her!” Buffy’s
voice screamed.
Spike let out an exasperated sigh. Knowing it was best not to argue, he
yelled back, “On my way!”
Spike continued to make his way down the street trying to track his wayward
pre-teen.
His acute vampire hearing zoned in on the distinct sound of vampire’s
getting dusted. He ran around the corner and into a local demon pub.
Spike he shifted into game face then quickly shifted back as he stopped dead
in his tracks at the sight before him.
There standing on a stool, was a pint size version of his wife holding a
stake surrounded in vampire dust. She had the barman by the scruff of his
neck. Looking down at him in a menacing fashion.
“JOYCE CAROLINE SUMMERS KENNICOT!!” He bellowed.
Joyce cringed at the sound of her entire name being screamed at her. Still
with barkeep in hand, she turned and looked at her father. Instantly she
dropped the stake and the barman and tried to plaster the most angelic
countenance she could muster.
Spike was to his daughter in three long strides picking her up off the stool
and setting her on the floor. Towering above her, he growled, “What have we
told you about running off??!”
Apparently they have had this problem with Joyce before from the way his
dream self was acting.
Joyce looked down, shuffling her feet, and playing with her hands. Satisfied
for the moment that she was looking sufficiently sorry-at least that she had
been caught, Spike looked at the barkeep who at the moment was sighing in
relief.
“Sorry Mate.” He said looking at the mess around them. And what a mess it
was with the overturned stools, broken tables, vampire dust, and spilled
alcohol.
The barman felt the need to interject his ire, “I cannot have the reputation
of being a pub that is known for vamp dusting times are hard enough. Besides
it’s not their fault your daughter’s a sore loser and a cheater at Poker.”
Spike glared at Joyce, yellow flashing in his eyes.
“You were playing Poker in a demon pub!!! Joycie what have I told you about
that!” Spike snarled.
Apparently this was yet another disciplining conversation they have had.
Joyce wrung her hands and looked to the floor kicking the vamp dust at her
feet. “Never to do it,” she whispered.
“That’s right,” he said using his best parental voice.
“Without you watching my back.” She finished, a slight smirk fixed on her
face that mirrored one of his best.
Spike’s eyes shot open. Bloody Hell!
“Let’s go home Bit you’re mother is going to have a fit.” Spike mumbled.
Taking his wayward daughter by her hand, they began to walk out of the pub.
“Hey Slayer!” The barman called out, “Hold up.”
He walked over to Spike and handed him Joyce’s stake.
Spike blinked. “Did you just call me Slayer?”
The barman just rolled his eyes as if he had just asked a stupid question,
“Yes, you and the maxi version of the bint are the Slayers and dear old
Grand Da is your Watcher. We got it. You and the Mrs. have drilled it into
the heads of the demon community for years now.”
Then the barman yelped out in pain holding his ankle.
Spike looked down just in time to see his daughter’s leg swing back from the
kick she had given the barman.
“Don’t call me a Bint!” she yelled, face flushed with anger.
Spike groaned dragging his daughter out of the pub.
***
After a very amusing drive home in what started as a fashionable sports car
but in the interim turned into an ice cream truck than a double decker bus,
they arrived home or what Spike thought to be home. He was not sure…the road
was really long and at times it had changed from a yellow brick road to a
cobble-stoned one.
Damn dream!! He moaned.
Finally he opened the door ushering his young daughter inside.
Standing there in the living room awaiting their arrival with her hands on
her hips was a very irate Buffy. A rather large diamond sparkled on her
right hand as her eyes flickered yellow.
“JOYCE CAROLINE SUMMERS KENNICOT!” she screamed.
Joyce glanced up at her father with frightened eyes.
“Yellow eyes and two whole names in one day. I’m bollixed,” she mumbled.
Spike tried to stifle his laughter.
“Do not encourage her!” Buffy warned turning her eyes to him.
Spike held out his hands indicating to his wife that he was not going to
interfere with the girl’s verbal lashing.
“Come on Da help a girl out,” Joyce pleaded.
Spike knew by the look on her face that he had acted as a mediator between
his daughter and his wife before.
“Sorry Pet you are on your own,” Spike whispered staring at Buffy trying to
turn on all his charm, so her wrath would not find it’s way over to him.
“Leave it to you Da to have a dream where I’m about to take a beating and
leave me high and dry,” Joyce muttered.
“You were supposed to wait outside with your brother for your Uncle Xander
to pick you up. It’s Tuesday…you know how busy Tuesday are for me and your
father. We have training and the Watcher’s briefing to go to.” Buffy started
in on her lecture.
“But Ma, it’ also two for one drink day at Malone’ all the high rollers were
out,” Joyce argued.
“YOU WERE AT MALONE’S??!!” Buffy screamed, hands balling into fists.
Joyce bit her bottom lip.
“Ah, right you didn’t know that did you?” she whispered realizing she had
given herself away.
Just then an eleven-year old boy walked into the room. Spike watched him
with fascination, as the boy was the carbon copy version of himself at that
age. The eleven-year old looked at his sister and shook his head rolling
his eyes.
He looked up at his mother his face beaming with love. Buffy softened for a
moment when her son looked up at her.
Spike chuckled. The Bloke’s a Mama’s boy. No surprise there. Even in her
angered state his Buffy was still the most gorgeous thing he had ever laid
eyes on. He could not blame his son. He was a Mama’s boy too after all.
“Mum she’s finished her school work,” William announced walking across the
room, “Hi Da,” smiling up at Spike he hugged his father.
“Lo’ Will.” Spike said.
William walked into the kitchen, took a glass and poured milk into it.
Spike sat down listening to his oldest child and her mother go round and
round.
Suddenly the door opened up. A tiny version of Dawn came barreling out of
the room.
“That makes sense can’t ever think of The Nibblet being all grown up…I guess
in this dream she’s nine. But why is her hair Auburn?? He watched with
amusement as Tiny Dawn looked first at Buffy and Joyce then proceeded to
climb up onto his lap.
“You found her Daddy. I knew you would,” she said throwing her arms around
Spike.
“Course I did Luv, and what has my little Erin been up to today?” he asked
the little girl.
Wait??
She just called him Daddy!
He just called her Erin!
That must mean she’s not Dawn!
William stood next to Spike’s chair and handed the girl a glass of milk. She
took at and sipped it. A cute milk mustache formed on her upper lips.
“She finished all her schoolwork Da. Erin said you promised her you would
teach her a choke hold if she did.” William explained, “And I told her if
she drank that whole glass of milk I would help her with her book report. I
did…so drink up for your big brother, Erin.”
Erin smiled adoringly at Will taking another gulp of her milk.
He stared back at the girl in front of him. Daddy?? Big Brother??
“Daddy what’s wrong?” she asked.
Spike bolted up in his sleep gasping.
“What’s wrong?” he heard again.
Spike turned finding himself in bed and saw Buffy sitting up. She rubbed the
small on his back trying to soothe her mate.
Buffy touched his cheek and repeated her question.
“Spike what’s wrong?” she asked.
Spike closed his eyes. Then turned Buffy on her back gently pressing his ear
to her stomach. His eyes shot wide open.
“Um Buffy, Luv I think we should talk….”
The End
A/N: I know you think I am being cruel but trust me there is a pleasant
surprise on the way as well as one tiny ficlet. So please as Spike once
asked Buffy. “Do you trust me??” LOL
read the ficlet after the dream
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and Rapture
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