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Rating: NC-17 for violence
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Dedication: to Joss for writing such awesome characters! To my beta Janet, Knightie, Shannon, Susi for all the support and encouragement they give me.
Author's Notes: AU fic with Characterization from BVTS season 6. Tara never met Willow, and Spike is obsessed with Willow not Buffy. The final part in the Dreamweaver series.
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When Spike came round he found he was tied to a chair in the corner of the room. He franticly looked around for Willow, but the room was empty. Spike manically tried to break free to search for Willow, to protect her and the baby from Dru, the evil and insane Drusilla. Just then the door opened and Dru appeared in the doorway, looking what can only be described as smug.
"Oh good you're awake, I thought I would have to wait all day." Dru purred in her mock childlike way, as she came closer and knelt as if in homage in front of the chair Spike was tied to.
"Where's Willow, what have you done to her." Spike shouted frantically at her, while still trying to break free.
"Don't worry, she is only in the bathroom, she is unharmed. I didn't intend to harm her." Dru began slowly and deliberately not a hint of her madness or cold detachment was evident. " I want the child alive and well, and for that I need Willow unharmed" Dru stated.
With that Spike's struggle to free himself became more urgent. In quick sequence first one arm then the other became free then he quickly stood and tore the chair from his feet so it fell shattered to the ground. Dru had enough time to stand but she had opted not to she knelt in the same position watching him intently smiling sweetly at him as he towered above her ready to strike,
"Goddess help me!" Came the cry from the bathroom. Spike forgot about Drusilla and ran to the closed bathroom door, he almost tore it from the frame as he opened it. He stopped dead in his tracks as the horrific scene and the smell of blood assaulted him. Willow was sitting on the tiled floor back propped against the wall, a mixture of tears and sweat streaking her terrified face.
"Spike, the baby is coming" Willow cried out as another contraction hit her, and she clutched at her stomach and began breathing quickly. Spike rushed to her side and dropped to his knees, he took hold of her hand.
"Willow, breath slowly, it will pass, try to stay calm." He said tenderly as he held her hand.
" It's to soon." She breathed as the pain subsided and she looked Spike straight in the eye. " We have to get out of here, we have to save the baby." She continued as she let Spike hold her to him, she felt his tears fall on her hair as he kissed her head.
"Hang on luv, just hang on. I'll get us out of here I promise" Spike said earnestly.
"I don't think so!" came the reply from the doorway, Spike turned to see Dru in the doorway. She seemed unaware of the familiar shape standing behind her partially hidden in shadow.
" Well I do!" came the familiar voice of Angel as a gun shot rang out, the bullet hit the wall to the left of Willow but not before hitting a startled Dru as she gazed down at her own blood as she crumpled to the ground as if in slow motion the blood spilling freely from the gapping wound in her chest a faint blue mist escaped her as her blood mingled with Willow's on the bathroom floor. Angel expertly lunged forward stake in hand, and in a heartbeat the Dreamweaver Drusilla was gone, her dust blown around the room by a mystical breeze, as if even the powers that be just wanted to make sure.
"Angel we have to get Willow out of here." Spike said quickly as he felt Willow's grip tighten and heard her cry out.
"There's no time," she screamed as she began to push.
Angel rushed over to her grabbing a bundle of towels on the way; he knelt between her feet as she instinctively pulled her knees to her chest as she pushed. He placed the towels under her.
"Willow I'm going to remove your clothes," Angel said gently as he quickly tore at the fabric of her skirt and underwear and tossed the blood soaked garments aside.
Before Spike could protest Angel was authority-issuing orders. "Spike get behind her so she can push against you, Willow when the next contraction comes push hard. I can see the head."
Spike helped Willow move so as to make the birth easier, he knelt behind her just as he felt her tense as the contraction hit he felt Willow push with all her strength he heard the breath escape from between clenched teeth, then a scream so primal, so raw.
"That's it luv" he said encouragingly as he braced her.
" Willow stop pushing," Angel ordered as he looked up gently at her. "The cord is caught I need you to stop pushing, ok."
Willow looked horrified as she began to pant. To stop pushing. Angel worked quickly to free the cord he could see the baby's face was blue and he couldn't sense a pulse.
"Willow one final big push and it will all be over." Only angel really knew this could be true. For the baby at least.
It seemed like an eternity before the next contraction came, Angel supported the head as willow pushed the tiny body into the world.
Barely hearing Spike's words of encouragement.
As there daughter was born.
The baby was not breathing, Angel gently open the baby's mouth and cleared it with his fingers he did not notice the blue mist enter the baby's mouth as she took her first breath and her parents heard her first cry.
This prophecy was found years later:
In a room there lay the blood of life the blood of death, and in an Angels arms lies one that is between.
The End