Summary:After Spike leaves (post attempted-rape in Seeing Red) Buffy finds she's pregnant. How will she cope without Spike? How did it happen? Where is the father? And when is he coming back? Must have a happy ending.
Didn’t say I had to follow the way the episodes were after the rape so I changed it. Tara never died. Buffy caught the trio trying to rob a bank and they fight. The police show up and haul them off to jail on tons of charges. They won’t get paroled for a long, long time. Thus ending the trio. Tee hee!
Very much thanks to Spikeskat, MizzFoxyFreak and BittenandStaked for their help. Love all you girlies!! =)
Date Added: Dec 2004
Love Remember Me
Chapter 4
"What are you doing here?” Buffy demanded her eyes adjusting to the sight of Whistler standing in front of her.
“I’ve got the answers to the questions you have been asking.”
Buffy looked at him blankly then it dawned on her what he meant. She took a cautious look at Katie and then back at the half human/half demon.
“Your watcher has been digging through various books looking for reasons why you have gotten pregnant by a vampire. But its not in any books, it wasn’t written or prophesized. Your daughter was made out of love. Whether you wanted to admit it or not, you loved Spike and you still do.”
“Yes…” Buffy breathed.
“You know that wasn’t him in your bathroom, right?” Buffy nodded as Whistler continued. “It was the ‘powers that be’ messing with him, making him look like a monster in front of you even though you had seen through to the real him. You had seen his soul, Buffy, and he didn’t even have one. They wanted to mess with you, to test your love. You didn’t waver Buffy. Do you want to know where he is?”
Buffy shook her head in the negative, her lips mute.
“He has been enduring trials of pain and anguish to win back his soul,” Whistler announced, paying Buffy’s negative response no mind.
Buffy stared at the small-statured man in disbelief.
“His soul?” Buffy barely breathed, the thought had not even crossed her mind.
“He was always different. Even without his soul he had more humanity than Angel ever had. They sent you two vampires, slayer. One you would share young love with. The other you would love eternal. They gave you two and made you decide. You picked the one they never expected you would. You picked Spike.”
Buffy closed her eyes while processing the information she had just received. When she opened them Whistler was gone.
“Damn. Always was a wily fellow.”
*~*
Spike’s heart was reeling at gazed upon Buffy’s form for the first time in almost two years. He had thought that she would see him standing outside her windows while watching her and her daughter. Her daughter, he couldn’t believe it. Buffy had a baby. It broke and warmed his heart all at the same time.
‘Well what did you think was going to happen mate? Things didn’t end too bloody well between us,’ he thought, as he flicked his lighter and lit another cigarette. The flame illuminated his face momentarily. He glanced back up at the house and watched as Buffy stood before her bedroom window staring down at the tree Spike was standing under. Spike gaped at her in the moonlight and before remembering that she wasn’t supposed to see him and darted behind the tree.
Standing in the window, Buffy looked down at the tree, somewhat puzzled.
‘Did I just see Spike?’ Buffy thought, desperately scanning around the perimeter of the tree. Buffy shook her head and closed the curtain, never noticing the amount of cigarette butts littering the tree’s trunk.
*~*
Spike hurried back to his crypt and slammed the heavy metal door. He slumped down in his chair and closed his eyes. If his heart could beat it would have broken through his chest and landed, pounding on the stone floor in front of him.
Spike wondered who the guy was...if he was good to them and treated them right. Would he take them shopping and get them ice cream. If he loved them unconditionally.
Spike got up, grabbing the bottle of scotch next to the TV. He took a swig of the vile liquid and swallowed it, its warmth pouring down his throat.
“I don’t deserve her. I never deserved her. Even with my bloody soul.”
Spike sighed and brought the bottle to his mouth again, intent on making himself sloppy drunk to drown out the screaming of his heart.
*~*
Buffy tossed and turned all night long. Her dreams were filled with Spike and Whistler’s words. It was 6 a.m. when she finally dragged herself out of bed. She called Willow and asked if she would come over and watch Katie, that she needed some air. While she waited for Willow, she threw on some jeans and a pink hooded sweatshirt. She went into the kitchen and was in the process of getting Katie’s breakfast ready when Willow walked through the kitchen door.
“Hey, Buffy.”
“Hey, Will. Thanks for doing this for me. I really need to talk a walk.” Willow looked at Buffy with concern.
“You ok?”
“Uh…yeah. I just need to walk,” Buffy said, shrugging at the look on Willow’s face.
“Spike dreams?”
Buffy glanced at Willow and nodded once.
“Ok..take your time. I don’t have classes today so I can play with Katie all day,” Willow smiled and went to hug Buffy.
“Thanks, Will.” Buffy smiled and hugged Willow back. “I’ve got my cell in case you need me.”
Buffy let go of Willow and made sure she had everything her friend would need before turning to the door and walking into the bright sunny morning air.
*~*
Buffy didn’t have a destination in mind but suddenly found herself standing in front of Spike’s crypt. Her heart started to pound a steady and fast beat as she raised her hand to open the door. She hadn’t been to his crypt since she was 7 months pregnant. She had gone there to see if there were any signs that he had come back, and to get his familiar smell around her. She also wanted to look for something that would comfort her and her baby.
Buffy took a deep breath and opened the heavy door. It swung open with a squeak. Buffy’s eyes adjusted to the darkness of the crypt as she walked in. The only sounds were that of her breathing. Buffy moved deeper into the cement housing and looked around. Nothing was out of place. All appeared to be in order but something seemed different. Buffy could feel it. She could smell a slight trace of the un-mistakable scent that was her vampire. It was stronger than it had been before. She ran her hand along his chair, the material tickling her fingertips. She remembered the last time they had been in the chair. Their naked limbs tangled together as she sat facing him, their lower halves thrusting together.
Buffy smiled and circled the chair, her hands sliding over the fading fabric. Those were the times when she knew she was falling in love with him but fought it so desperately. Not wanting her friends to give her grief over yet another vampire... even though he was everything Angel wasn’t.
Buffy left the chair and headed to the ladder that connected his downstairs bedroom to his main area. She peered down into the dark antechamber. She wanted to go down but knew she would end up sitting on his bed crying. She backed away from the ladder and started for the door. She got to the TV before suddenly remembering. She reached inside her sweatshirt and pulled out a picture. Buffy smiled and put the picture on his TV. Turning around, she gave the crypt one last look and opened the door.
