Chapter 17

“How stupid could I be?” Buffy searched through her purse in the pouring rain. She desperately wanted to hide.

Like he’d want me back after the things I did. She closed her eyes and let her tears fall freely as her hands blindly searched for her car keys. I don’t deserve him; I don’t deserve to have his baby, anyway.

Buffy’s body shook from a mixture of embarrassment and sadness.

“Buffy!”

Oh, please. Please God.

She swallowed and turned slowly to see William running towards her. She pulled her shirt from clinging to her soaked frame, feeling self-conscious. Holding her purse against her chest, she waited for him to come closer.

Please, please.

“Buffy! You forgot your keys.”

Buffy’s shoulders fell, her hopes shot down in an instant. “Oh. I must have dropped them.” Looking down and studying his boots, Buffy’s throat tightened and she struggled to control her tears. “Sorry.”

“They fell from your coat.”

“Oh,” she held out her hand and waited for the final sign that they were over: William supplying her with the means of leaving.

“Come inside Buffy.”

“I’d rather not,” she laughed sadly and felt stupid with her hand outreached so she ran her fingers through her tangled hair. “I just want to—I need to get out of here.” She forced a smile, “Can I have my keys please?”

William took a step closer and Buffy moved away, closer to the beat up car. “Buffy…”

“Don’t, I understand completely. You don’t trust me. I get that. I guess I just thought you needed to know about the baby. I know it’s yours, I really do, I can feel it--.” Buffy cringed, “Sorry, I’m rambling again. I should go before I make a bigger fool out of myself. I think I did that enough tonight.” She wiped her eyes, no longer caring about concealing her tears.

“Let’s go inside. We can talk.”

“No, no that would just make things worse.”

“You shouldn’t drive like this especially with the storm. It isn’t safe.”

Lightening cracked, as if proving his point but Buffy shook her head. “I’ll take my chances.”

“Buffy, don’t be stupid. Don’t go.”

“Give me my keys, William. Now.”

“I love you.”

Buffy heart swelled and she felt chest constrict. She finally looked him in the eye, “I love you too.”

“So don’t leave me then.”

She closed her eyes, afraid that what he was saying was too good to be true. “Are you serious because I don’t think I can handle the rejection again. I can handle two but three? Three would be too much.”

Buffy moaned out of surprise and relief once William’s body was pressing into hers. He pushed her against the car and grabbed the sides of her face between his palms. He brushed his lips against her forehead and Buffy broke down into sobs, clinging to his elbows for support. Without saying a word, he gathered Buffy’s trembling body into his arms and carried her out of the falling rain.
***

“God, pet, you’re killing me. Please stop crying.” William tried to lower Buffy onto a chair but she whined in protest and held him tighter. “Ok, I’ll sit then.”

After a bit of a struggle, he managed to sit with Buffy shaking in his lap. Her head was buried into his shoulder and her arms were securely wrapped around his neck.

“You have no reason to carry on like this.” He rubbed her back and worried about her catching a cold. “We need to get you dry--.”

“I’m so, so sorry. I just wanted to save you.”

“I get that...now.”

“Do you? Really?” She looked up, not believing him.

“Ok, answer this for me. Why did you do it? All of it?”

“Because I loved you and because I wanted to protect you. Everything was my fault…” She paused to hiccup and to cry harder.

“Stop. You heart was in the right place, now wasn’t it? I forgive you.”

“No you don’t. You just want me to stop crying.”

“Well that would be nice but I’m not lying.”

“You really want me back?”

“How can you ask that, sweetheart? I’m so happy you came to me. I was miserable without you.”

“I had to see you.”

“I’m glad. Buffy look at me.”

She sniffled and wiped her runny nose with the back of her hand. “You don’t want to see me. I look like crap.” She looked at him anyway and bit her lip. “Oh, you don’t look too hot either.”

“Thank you. You aren’t the only one allowed to have a good cry.” He grinned and touched the puffy area under her eyes with his fingertips.

“I’m sorry that I hurt you.”

“Hush, there was a great deal of hurt on both sides. I should’ve listened before but I was in shock and my leg hurt like hell--.”

“Oh! How’s your leg? I can’t believe I forgot to ask. I noticed you still limp. Is it healing alright?” She looked up concerned. “Should I get up?” She wiggled in his lap, scared that she was hurting him.

“No, you’re fine. It’s fine.”

“Good.”

“Buffy…” He held her hips and scooted her close again, needing the contact. “God, I’ve missed you.”

“You did?”

He snorted at her doubt and acted quickly. He nuzzled her neck and kissed her with soft, dry kisses. “Of course I missed you.” He whispered against her skin and slowly moved up to her lips. “Open your eyes. I want you back, Buffy. I want you with me again, love, always.”

“Oh—Thank God--.”

He chuckled before kissing her sweetly with closed lipped kisses. Buffy moaned and opened her mouth wider for him, thankful to be in his arms and to have access to his kisses once again. Their tongues mingled naturally and Buffy gathered the courage to pet the sides of his face. She sighed, content.

“Always?” She whispered between kisses, a new set of tears falling from her eyes.

“Buffy,” he scolded her lightly and brushed her cheeks dry with a sigh. “The moment I stepped out of that bloody car I cursed myself; I knew that I had turned away the woman with whom I had spent the happiest, most exciting time of my life. You meant more to me than anything else on this earth then and I feel the same now.” William saw a glimpse of her smile before she rested her head on his shoulder. He felt her kiss the crook of his neck before her body finally relaxed in his arms.
***

“Al, it’s me. William.”

“That’s a nice looking woman you have there. You’re going to ask to leave early aren’t you?”

“Well, yes, actually. I finished the floors.”

“The boxes can wait. Should I expect you tomorrow night or will you be ah, busy?”

William looked over to Buffy who was sitting in a booth and staring at her fingernails while he spoke on the phone. Her eyes were puffy and her clothes were still damp, “Yeah, I don’t think I’ll be able to make it.”

“Got a lot of making up to do, huh?” Al laughed over the phone, “Remember William, you can only fight like you and Ms. Summers did when there’s something special to fight about. Don’t let her go again. And keep yourselves out of trouble. Kidnapping and bank raids, those aren’t things you should establish your relationship on.”

“Thank you, Al. I’ll be in on Monday.”

“Have a good weekend.”
***

“Let’s see. There’s only one bedroom and that’s Xander’s, I try to avoid it at all costs. He’s rarely here, though. Over there’s the bathroom and I sleep here.” William pointed to the sofa. “It converts into a bed and it’s pretty uncomfortable, the springs come up sometimes so I sleep on the floor too.”

Buffy nodded and took in the dark basement, “I was surprised to see that you lived here. You didn’t seem to like Xander very much when you told me about him.”

“Well, I was desperate and he helped me out, he even got me the job.”

“Where did you live before?”

“In an apartment across town but I gathered your father had it cleaned out. I knew I couldn’t stay there. I pretty much have nothing except some clothes.” He shrugged, “But considering I could be dead, it doesn’t seem so bad.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” William walked around and gathered a handful of clothes. “You can change and I’ll get the bed ready. You must be exhausted.”

“Do you always work so late?”

“Best way to hide, the graveyard shift. You need anything? Food or a drink?”

“No, thank you, I’m good.”

“Ok, go change and then we’ll sleep.”
***

“What are you doing?”

“Um, I thought maybe you’d like it if I slept--.”

“No. You’re sleeping with me.”

“Alright.” William scooped the blankets off the floor and started to fold them. “I didn’t want to you to think you were obligated to sleep with me.”

“You’re cute, William,” she crawled under the covers wearing his t-shirt and a pair of his sweatpants. “So very cute.” She inhaled into the pillow, her senses singing to be surrounded by his scent. “I wore your clothes everyday and I read your book so many times. I needed you with me in someway constantly. You said that you were miserable; I was pathetic. I never cried before I met you William. Hell, I never really felt loved before you either and I was never terrified until I thought that I had lost you. And you think I’d like for you to sleep on the floor?” She snorted and wiggled deeper under the blankets, pulling them to her neck. “I don’t think so. You’re sleeping with me, damn it.”

“You’re so bossy,” William grinned and turned off the light before joining her in bed. She was in his arms instantly. “I love you too, Buffy,” he whispered before kissing her brow.

“Thank you for everything tonight, William.”
***

“Mmmm.” Buffy hummed and kept her eyes closed, afraid to wake from her dream. She blindly reached and threaded her fingers into a head of soft curls. Warm lips and fingertips adorned her stomach with feathery touches. She gasped as her shirt was pushed higher, exposing her bare chest. He blew on her nipples and caused an outbreak of goosebumps that rushed all the way down to her toes.

“Buffy.”

“No, don’t wake me,” she whispered in a breathy voice.

“But you’ll enjoy it more if you’re not snoring.”

“I don’t snore.”

“You were a few minutes ago.”

“Shut up.”

He chuckled against her skin before licking around her nipple with the tip of his tongue. He tended to the other before moving up to kiss her lips. “Good morning, sweetheart.”

Buffy opened her eyes and at the sight of him, her heart jumped, “Thank God it wasn’t a dream.”

“I was thinking the same thing.”

“Is it really morning? What time is it?” She noticed the basement had an orange glow coming from its single tiny window.

“Don’t know. I didn’t bother to look. I can take this off, yeah?” She nodded and William pulled off her t-shirt with ease. His thumb circled her nipple as they kissed again. “You’re so beautiful, pet. My dreams never did you any justice.” He moved down her body and nuzzled her stomach with his face, kissing the perimeter of her belly button. “When are you due, love?”

“I don’t know exactly.”

“You haven’t gone to a doctor?”

“I came directly to you. You know those pregnancy tests that claim to be 99.9 percent correct? I took six of them and all of them were positive.”

“So it couldn’t be a false alarm.” He ran his fingers lovingly up and down her torso. William rested his head on her chest, deep in thought, “Buffy, is it really mine? I thought you were taking birth control pills,” he rolled down the elastic band of her sweatpants and held his hand to her lower belly. “Not that I’m unhappy about you being pregnant, I just hope I’ll be able to keep you and our baby safe—hell, Buffy, are you crying again? I didn’t want to upset you.”

“You didn’t. And I’m not crying.” She wiped her eyes and held back her need to sniffle. “That’s why I’m sure the baby’s yours; I was on the pill and I don’t think I missed any days but it’s possible that I could have forgot because everything was so crazy,” she took a deep breath, ashamed, “Don’t be mad at me. I wasn’t trying to get pregnant.”

“Buffy, I’m not mad,” he sat up and reached to get her Kleenex from the in-table. “Here. It’s just unexpected that’s all but that doesn’t mean that it won’t be wonderful. Everything will be fine and you won’t have to go through anything alone. I’ll be here for you.” He leaned down to give her a reassuring kiss.

“You’d better be careful or I’ll start the continuation of my ‘William you’re perfect speech,” Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck and brought him close again. “Kiss me again but quickly. I have to pee so bad I’m practically seeing yellow.”

William chuckled and followed his orders, pinning Buffy beneath him for as long as she could stand it before she squirmed away and ran to the bathroom.
***

“I pee all the time,” Buffy walked out of the bathroom, still topless and pouting. “It sucks.”

“Awww. Come here. I made us breakfast while you were gone.”

“You’re such a good cook, William.” Buffy grinned and accepted a bowl of cereal after getting under the covers. “Mmmm, sugary marshmallow-filled cereal, my fav.”

“It’s my specialty.” Buffy giggled and William smiled, enjoying her company. He couldn’t remember her acting so vulnerable before, laughing out loud and crying freely. “This is nice, sitting here and not having to worry about risking my life tomorrow. I could get used to this.”

“So everything’s been quiet? Hank hasn’t sent any more of his goons for you? I was really worried.”

“Not a one that I know of. Did you have any trouble at your mum’s?”

“No.”

“Maybe your father gave up?”

“He won’t give up.”

“Now, that’s not very optimistic, pet.”

“He won’t give up. He sent Giles out for two years—it only took him two years to hunt down four men that were hiding all over the world.”

“Yeah, I remember, Ripper.” William shifted uncomfortably. “So are we doomed, then? I rather we weren’t. I hate to think we’ll always be looking for baddies lurking in the bushes especially with the baby on the way.”

“Um, Xander… he mentioned you were planning on leaving for England as soon as you made enough money. You think you could handle…maybe a travel buddy? Or two if you’re willing to wait for eight to nine months… I kinda promised Mom she could help me with the pregnancy stuff, but if you want to leave sooner, I’ll follow. I’ll follow you anywhere, William.”

“We can go anywhere you want, pet.” William took their empty bowls and sat them on the table before turning to her, speaking excitedly. “Anywhere, as soon as we need to, but until then we can stay around here and of course you can be with your mum.”

Buffy felt a weight lift from her shoulders. “She wants to meet you.”

“Oh? What awful lies did you tell your mum about me?” He pulled her over so she was curled along his body and facing him.

“That you’re beautiful and passionate and the sexiest janitor I’ve ever laid eyes on,” Buffy rested her head on his shoulder and wrapped an arm around William’s waist.

“Those are some vicious lies, love, nasty even.”

“I know but she didn’t believe them so you’re safe. She’s not too fond of men, which is understandable because she was married to my father, the asshole. I lived with my mom until Hank had her deemed unfit to raise me when I was eleven, by then I had it drilled in my head that men only wanted one thing, sure they wanted more than once but it was still only one thing…” She laughed, “I guess she raised me to be bitter and conniving.”

“You did her proud.”

“Until being around you ruined me. You proved to me that there was an alternative to the jerks I had dated before.”

“But wait, I only want one thing too, pet.”

“Oh? What?”

“You.”

“You’re so corny, William.”

“Hey, you set me up for that one.”

“But you didn’t have to fall for it.”

“I did to. Like everything about you, I found it irresistible.”

“So are you saying you want me more than once?”

“Of course I am.”

“Are you saying you want me now?”

“It depends. Are you saying that you want me now?”

“I am, but I have to pee first.”

“Hurry then.”
***

Buffy gasped, her body would have flown up from the bed if William hadn’t been holding her thighs open so securely. She couldn’t see straight as his flat tongue slowly made its way up to her clit once again. When he inserted his finger into her depths, sliding it easily in and out with the help of her wetness, her body was already shaking, her breathing heavy.

“Don’t,” she squeezed her eyes and reached to pull up William’s head, “Stop.”

He stopped pleasing her with his mouth but kept his finger moving. “Why?”

“Because.” Buffy put her hand on his and moved it from between her legs. Without warning she stuck his glistening finger in her mouth and licked it clean. “I’d like for you to come with me.” She pulled William up her body and kissed him while pushing down his sweatpants once they were in her reach. William cooperated as if in a daze but Buffy was determined to pull him out of it, stroking his erection and bringing out his throaty moans. “Roll over, baby. Please?”

Once she had William on his back, she straddled his hips and took him inside her inch by inch. Keeping constant eye contact, their hips ground together at a steady pace. “William,” she took his hands from her hips and threaded their fingers together before leaning against his chest, “I love you, William.” She whispered in his ear before pressing her lips against the lobe. Setting their hands above his head, she aligned her face centimeters away from his, “I love you more than anything. More than everything.” Tears gathered in her eyes and she kissed him deeply, overcome by emotion.

“I love you too, Buffy.” He squeezed in the words between pants and kisses. He let go of her hands to cup her behind, giving him more control of the depth of his thrusts. When he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, William snaked a hand between their bodies and rubbed Buffy’s clit until her inner walls began convulsing erratically, sending him immediately to his own release.

“Don’t move, baby,” Buffy whined when she thought William was going to slide out of her. “Stay with me. More kissing.”

“You really like kissing don’t you?”

“No, I really like your kisses,” she rubbed against him and dug her hands in his hair before attacking him with her mouth. “I missed you.”
***
 

Chapter 18

Buffy listened to the sounds of the basement: the stomping of feet, the water rushing through the noisy plumbing, and the muffled voices of the people living above. William’s heartbeat rang the loudest in Buffy’s ear as she lay on his body, her head on his chest.

Everything’s moving so quickly. Yesterday morning we were living in different zip codes and now… Oh God I should be freaking out. I’m going to have a baby. We’re going to England. My future seems to be all planned out... well the important stuff anyway…

I’ll be with William.

A wave of warm pleasure traveled down to her toes.

Everything feels so… so right.

Everything feels good.

Very, very good.

“Something funny, love?”

“Mmmm? No, I wasn’t laughing really, just basking, thinking and enjoying.”

“Oh, sounds like you were busy then.”

“I love multi-tasking. I’m good at it.”

“You’re good at a lot of things and that always amazes me. So what were you thinking about?”

“Nothing specific,” she pulled William’s head towards hers and sighed when their lips met. “Tell me about your story. Where are you now?”

“Our story, pet.” He corrected as he twirled a thin strand of her hair through his fingers, “And actually, I’m at the same spot.”

“You didn’t write any more?”

“I couldn’t. Not a word.”

“That’s awful.”

“Well…I did write… just other things,” William looked away sheepishly.

Buffy rolled on her side so she could see him better, “Oh, now I’m curious, William.”

“You don’t want to know, love.”

“Yes I do.”

“You’ll laugh.”

“I didn’t before.”

“This is…this is different.”

“How?”

“Just forget about it.”

“Ok, but you brought it up,” Buffy frowned and felt tingles of annoyance. “Were you just teasing me?”

“You always tease me,” William held back his laugh. “You’re about to threaten to do me bodily harm, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

“I’m not that predictable, William.” She slid her hand between them and pressed against his semi-hard cock, “But you like the way I tease you. You enjoy it, besides you know I think your story is extraordinary. How could whatever you were writing be any different?”

“You’re too kind, love,” William groaned once Buffy circled his shaft, gently moving from head to base while applying the right amount of pressure to make him see stars.

“Tell me, baby.”

Her voice was dripping with affection and at her term of endearment, William rolled them over taking Buffy by surprise. He kissed her hard and hungrily, guiding himself inside before Buffy could anticipate his entrance. “I wrote these poems, Buffy,” he tore his mouth from hers and confessed. “Dreadful love poems.”

“Love poems? Oh God! That feels good.” She purred and wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on for dear life, determined to meet his hips with every quick, maddening stroke. “About me?”

“No, about the grocery lady. She has beautiful eyes.” Snorting, William dove into Buffy’s breasts headfirst.

Hissing and arching her back, Buffy gave William better access to her chest, “Recite me one.”

“I’m busy.” He pulled out, causing Buffy to whine and then he filled her again, reaching deeper, causing her to whimper.

“After then, please?” She guided his lips back to hers, “Please, William?”

“Oh, alright but you’ll owe me.”
***

“You’ll hate it.”

“Read it.”

William sighed and pulled on his pants before taking the envelope out from its hiding place, “I was going to mail it.” He explained, taking out the single sheet of white paper and unfolding it. He took a deep breath, preparing himself for embarrassment.

“Wait, give me a Kleenex.”

“You’re right. Good thinking. It’ll probably bore you to tears or you’ll laugh so hard your--.”

“Just give me the box. No one’s ever wrote me a poem before William.” She looked at him seriously and covered her nakedness with the blankets of the bed. She laid the box of tissues in her lap and motioned for him to start reading.

“It’s kinda short. Ok, here goes…” He cleared his throat, “Oh desert me, wretched loneliness, and bring me back my love. For she and I have parted and the sky is up above—Now that last part, it may sound as if I was just trying to rhyme there,” he dismissed the line quickly, “But, you see, it means that the world still goes on, even if we’re feeling ah…”

“Wretchedly lonely?”

“Yeah that’s right, it’s a conventional poetic technique to contrast the universe with the inner world.”

She nodded, “Continue please.”

“Your limbs so svelte and slender,” William groaned, hoping Buffy wouldn’t catch that both words had the same meaning. “Your touch so soft and tender, but the bit that I like best…” He closed his eyes and felt like an idiot, “Is the bit you keep hidden down deep in your chest. Now the last verse, I… I just can’t explain it, love. Ready? Just as the flower blossoms in the gaze of the shining sun, I would be most honored if you would bear my son. Now I understand it’s shit. I can’t write a fucking poem to save my life. And I want you to know that I’m perfectly aware it sounds like an ode to fertility but it wasn’t meant to be like that. It’s bloody terrible and with you actually pregnant, I feel like such a knob… Please Buffy say something or you can even hit me if you’d like.”

Buffy sat in a daze, her eyes soft, biting her lip. William knew she was just thinking of a way to bust him down painlessly. “Come on, pet, out with it. I’m ready; laugh, mock me.”

“You wrote me a poem.”

“I did and it’s crap.”

“Say it again but without your commentary and use your poet-voice.”

“My what?”

“You know what I’m talking about.”

William swallowed, taken back by Buffy’s genuine interest in the poem. “Alright, I’ll read it again.” He lowered his tone and spoke in the clear, formal voice that he’d perfected in his school days during that brief moment where he dreamed of being a world-famous lyricist.

“Oh desert me, wretched loneliness,
And bring me back my love.
For she and I have parted
And the sky is up above.

“Your limbs so svelte and slender,
Your touch so soft and tender,
But the bit I like best,
Is the bit you keep hidden down deep in your chest.

”Just as the flower blossoms
In the gaze of the shining sun,
I would be most honored
If you would bear my son.”

He looked up from the page, “Was that better, love?”

“You wrote me a poem,” Buffy whispered and dabbed her eyes with a tissue while making her way across the bed. She climbed into his lap and curled up against his chest.

“So it doesn’t sound like I’m stalking you? Or that I’m a dumb male chauvinist asshole?” He asked lightly, while rubbing her back.

“Or that you see me as nothing more than a test tube?”

“Fuck, I didn’t even think of that one. I’m sorry, I just wrote--.”

“I’m kidding. I love it, William. You’re so sweet. You may not be the best poet, baby, but you’re such a good man,” She caressed his face and cooed how much she loved him while covering his face with kisses.
***

“Buffy was living with Joyce. She and the kidnapper were reunited last night at the diner he’s been working at for the past four weeks,” Giles dropped photographs of the couple on the desk. “That was almost too easy, Hank.”

“So they really were working together… that little bitch,” Hank growled as he thumbed through the pictures. “Where are they now? Where’s my money?”

“I’ve got a clue where your money is but they are living in a house not to far from here. One of your employees, Alexander Harris, he’s letting them stay in his family’s basement.”

“He’s fired.”

“Your daughter and the young man make a rather attractive couple, are you certain you want them both dead?”

Hank glared at Giles, “That doesn’t even justify an answer Ripper, and you know it.”

“But Buffy, you’d do much more harm to her if you let her live. You could make her life miserable, especially if you killed the boy. Look at the photographs, she’s very fond of him.”

“You wouldn’t have a problem killing my daughter would you?”

“I practically raised her and I killed four people for her. I taught her how to defend herself, how to shoot, how to fight all the sods you set her up with…”

“And?”

“I’m just watching and waiting for the right time to strike, Hank.”

“Good.”

“And what are you doing about that fool you told me about? What was his name? Finn?”

“Yes, about him, I don’t need him around when this is over. He knows too much.”

“Right, maybe I can use him before I kill him.”

“Be careful though, he’s a fucking moron.”

“Even better.”
***

“You have experience in waiting on people?”

“No, but I’m a fast learner.”

“You could be recognized. Your face is still plastered in the news.”

“I can talk my way off of it,” Buffy ignored William’s muffled laugh as he cleaned behind them.

“Still, it’d be too risky,” Al paused and rubbed his chin. “You can do dishes, right?”

“I can.”

“You’ll be working the same hours as William and if you run out of dishes, you’ll help him.”

“That sounds good. Thank you so much Al,” Buffy flashed a wide smile and leaned across the counter, pecking him on the cheek.

“And I’ll be here during most of your shift counting the money so don’t think you both can slack off. I’ll be keeping an eye on you two.”

“You don’t have to worry about us, Al. I’ll make sure William behaves himself.”
***

“I brought you some gloves. How’s it going so far?” William glanced at the pile of dirty plates and the mound of crusted silverware. “I always hated washing the bloody dishes.”

“Well, I filled the sink with soapy water and that’s about it.”

“I’m still shocked you offered to work, pet. You don’t have to.”

“I want to. Just call me Working Buffy, besides I knew this day was coming sooner or later.” Buffy grimaced and picked up a dish with her bright yellow latex-protected fingers, “So I’m guessing I just drop them in the water, scrub them, then rinse, then dry, right?”

“You’ve only used a machine,” William sounded concerned.

“William, I’ve only watched the maid use a machine.” Keeping her hands busy, she grinned, “Now go back to your cleaning, baby, I’m working here.”
***

“Look at who isn’t working. I’m telling.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“I would too dare, but hold that thought.” Buffy ran into the nearest stall, “Do you always write in the bathroom? It’s kinda gross.”

“It’s clean, it’s usually quiet and the boss is rarely willing to check on me in here.”

Buffy flushed and walked over to wash her hands, “Well, he’s gone so you’re safe from my tattling.”

“For now.”

“Yeah.” She walked into the handicapped stall and sat next to William on the floor. “Consider this as my fifteen minute break.” She rested her head on his shoulder and scanned over his writing. “You’re still bringing her back from the dead right?”

“Yeah and I’m still going to have her with Spike.”

“I like Spike. Will she fall in love with him?”

“She’ll feel for him. He knows where’s she’s coming from with the undead connection, that’s what’ll make Spike much more appealing to her.”

“And the sex,” Buffy yawned and wrapped her arms around William’s waist. “The sex will also make him more appealing.”

“Right. Are you feeling alright, pet?”

“I’m fine, just a little tired, that’s all… Even if he loves her, you need to always remember that Spike’s a vampire. No matter what, he doesn’t have a conscience. He’s still evil first, he can’t change that even with the government chip thingy in his head.”

“Oh their affair won’t be all puppies and lollypops. It’ll be angsty.”

“Lollypops?” She giggled and wondered if William would consider their relationship worthy of lollypops.

“Shut up, princess. Tell me what you think… What if Spike raped her?”

“He doesn’t seem like the type, William.” She replied quickly, shocked and in defense of the fictitious man.

“But you pointed out the lack of a conscience--.”

“Fine, but…” Buffy thought for a few minutes, “Oh, what if he stops himself? Let’s say they break off the sexcapades for some reason, that would justify it I guess. He could go to her and be forceful and demanding… but I really don’t think he could do it.”

“You really like him.”

“I do.”

“I want him to get a soul.”

“William, you aren’t going to regurgitate the Angel storyline are you? By the way, I love your choice of character names.”

He snorted at her comment, “Just listen to this and then tell me how it melts your heart. Buffy and Spike have a relationship purely based on lust and using each other. Even if she trusts him to protect her friends and family, she never believes she can personally trust him with her feelings, with her heart… anyway, they shag like bunnies until they break up for reasons undecided. He attempts to rape her but he can’t… something clicks in Spike. He knows he was about to hurt the woman he loves and it scares the shit out of him. So what does he do? He goes to get himself a soul. He goes to get himself a bloody soul, Buffy.”

“How?”

“I’m glad you asked, pet.” William smiled, excited, “He’ll find some sort of boogie man or demony thing that’ll do it, for a price of course. He’ll go through painful trails and all that because it’s what she deserves.”

“Oh…”

“He’ll be a loony for awhile, haunted by the people he’s killed. But it’ll give Buffy a chance to help him…”

“A chance to love him.”

“Yes.”

“Will he be as poofy as Angel was?”

William laughed, amused, hearing Buffy using his choice of words. “No, he won’t be like that poofter. Angel’s soul was a curse. Spike’s soul will be his prize.”

“Oh… that sounds good. If she had any doubts about his love… Ok, I’ll forgive you for thinking my Spike would be capable of becoming a rapist.”

“Your Spike, huh?”

“Yeah, you got a problem with that?”

“Should I be jealous?”

“Well, he does have that accent and he’s sooo good looking and athletic. It’s too bad really, that you don’t have those crosses to bear.” She pulled him in for a kiss before he could say anything, “You write. I have more dishes to wash.”
***

“The doctor called back and we have an appointment for early next week.”

“Oh that’s good,” Buffy yawned and got into bed. “This working thing, I don’t know if I like it. I spent six hours cleaning dishes that people will dirty tomorrow and then I’ll clean them again tomorrow night and they’ll be dirtied again the next day… What a vicious circle,” She groaned and took the cap off her lotion. “How annoying.”

“Let me,” William took the lotion from Buffy. “Off with your top and relax, pet.”

“You’re the best, you know that right?” Buffy moaned as William’s warm, scented hands spread the lotion with stroking motions starting at the base of her back. He moved up to her neck and then retraced his steps, “Don’t be offended if I fall asleep. It just feels so nice.”

“Sleep, Buffy,” he whispered in her ear before kneading her shoulders using his thumb and forefingers. Buffy mumbled incoherently with her face buried into the pillow when he glided over her arms and legs in smooth, circular motions.

She’s changed so much.

William sweep over her body again, a smile on his face.

For the better too, I think.

She was such a spoiled brat when we first met and now… Four weeks apart and she’s everything I dreamed about. Everything I thought I wanted, she is.

He finished caressing her body in a feathery downstroke, knowing that Buffy was sound asleep.

She’s everything to me; she’s all I think about. Dream about. And she knows it… she enjoys it.

Damn, she makes me feel good. I thought I had it bad before but now she’s giving it all back. Every twinkley eyed look, every accidental loving touch… She’s in my gut… in my throat… I’m drowning in her and I don’t want to be saved…
***

“I’m guessing I’d have to be at least four weeks pregnant.”

“That’d makes sense,” William finished his work early and decided to help Buffy with drying the dishes. “If you’re six weeks pregnant then we’d have something to worry about, yeah?”

Buffy cringed, “Angel.”

“But if you’re five then there’d be no doubt. I’m personally hoping for five.”

“Me too.”

“Have you thought of any names?”

“Well,” Buffy scrubbed the dish, deep in thought. “There’s a few people I wouldn’t mind naming the baby after: my mom, Giles… which it’s kinda weird the connection there Mr. William, you guys aren’t related are you? Long-lost twice removed, son of your uncle’s fifth--”

“No, I’m there is no relation. You’d name our child after that bloody—.”

“He wasn’t that bad before he went off to avenge my kidnapping. He was kinda, like my bodyguard, you know? My Mr. Protective Guy. We could have little baby Rupert and--.”

“Rupert? How about Percy or oooh, ‘Grown in some sort of greenhouse for dandies?’ Now that has a nice ring to it.”

Buffy struggled to keep a straight face, “I’ve always liked dandelions.”

William ignored her and continued to rant, “And besides, his job has been filled. I’m Buffy’s Mr. Protective Guy now so he can bloody-well sod off.” He grabbed Buffy and pulled her into his arms, tossing her sponge into the sudsy water causing a splash. “Just like I’m your--.”

Buffy cut him off, kissing him until they both stumbled back into the side of the sink. “How about Anne for a girl?”

“That was my mother’s name.”

“It’s my middle name.”

“Yeah?”

“Yup.”

“That’d be perfect, pet.”

Buffy smiled and nodded, “What about boy names, though? Since Rupert is out of our options…” She unbuttoned his shirt; placing open kisses on his exposed chest. “Would you like a William junior?”

“Buffy,” His body tensed, involuntarily responding to her touches. “You’d better stop now, kitten.”

“Oooh, you’ve never called me that before, I like it.” She chuckled and released the last button, thoughtlessly pushing his shirt off his shoulders, “Al’s gone, William.”

“Ah…” William cleared his throat, “He is but Buffy…”

“I don’t think I can wait until we get home, baby. I want you now. Please?” She unfastened his jeans with ease, pushing her hands in his pants and cupping his ass, “Pretty please?”

William swallowed and licked his lips, his mouth feeling dry suddenly. He held her waist lightly, not pushing her away but not actively participating either. He groaned as Buffy pulled out his cock, making the head peek out of his pants. “It looks like you shouldn’t wait either, feels like it too,” she swirled her thumb in his pearly pre-come, causing William to jump and for his control to shatter.
***

“I can’t understand what they’re saying.” Riley took off his headphones and grabbed the binoculars from Giles’s fingers. “The Buffy I knew wouldn’t be caught dead with a loser like him. He’s nothing, just a cleaner.” His eyes grew wide, “That’s disgusting! I told you he was brainwashing her! I told you! He’s fucking her in a kitchen of a greasy diner! I think I’m going to be sick.”

“Oh settle down and enjoy the show.” Giles picked up binoculars and refocused the lenses. “I think our plan will work out very nicely. Once they’re apart, you’ll take her away--”

“And hopefully it won’t be too late. That bastard.” Riley growled and replaced his headphones only to hear Buffy’s moans and scrabbled words. “She loves him… my ass.”

“Then we’ll turn the tables a bit and offer him a trade. The money for his girlfriend.”

“But he’s not going to get Buffy. I am.”

Giles rolled his eyes, “Sure you are.”

“I want to watch when you shot him and Buffy should see it too maybe it’ll break the hold he has over her.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

“Are they still going at it? Give me those binoculars.”
***

“This isn’t going to work.” Buffy laughed and tried desperately to hold on. “Next to the sink was too high and the stack of crates wasn’t sturdy enough and now you’re going to drop me.”

“Am not.”

“Are too. Let me go.”

“No.”

“It’ll only take a second and we’ll both feel more comfortable.”

“Or I could just heave you over my shoulder and we could give it a proper go in the car.”

“That would involve getting dressed again and I don’t wanna.”

“How said anything about dressing?” He wiggled his brow suggestively, making her laugh again. “We’ve done worse.”

“Don’t remind me. Let me go, William.”

“But…”

“Don’t pout.”

“Oh all right,” He slipped out her, mourning the loss of their connection and placing her gently on her feet. “Now, what’s your wonderful idea?”

Buffy led him back to the counter next to the sink and slid her shoes on, adding inches to her height. “You stay.” She stood in front of him and picked up his hands, placing them carefully on her body, “We’ll put one here and one here.”

“Buffy--.”

“And then I’ll help you out down here.” She led him to her entrance, bending over slightly before taking him in. “Oh… How’s this working for you?”

“Very well. “ He nipped her ear and brought her closer, “You’re a genius, pet.”
***

“I’ve changed my mind. Working is fun.”

“I knew you’d have a change of heart,” William pushed Buffy back so he could open the door to the basement.

She adapted quickly, moving from kissing his lips from his neck, “God I still want you, hell, I always want you.” She slid her hands under his shirt needing to feel the smoothness of his abdomen. “I love you so much William.”

“And I love you—Xander?”

“You love Xander?” Buffy turned, confused until she saw him sitting on the sofa. “Oh. Xander.”

“Hey guys.”
***

Chapter 19

“He just gave me this,” Xander pulled out a white envelope from the pocket of his shirt. “Snyder said it had nothing to do with him, it came from the top, from Mr. Fancypants Summers himself.”

Buffy shifted uncomfortably in her seat next to Xander on the sofa. She read the short, brutal letter, cringing, “Increase efficiency…cut corporate fat—God Xander, I’m so sorry that you got fired.”

“And then to make my shitty life complete, I go to Anya for some comfort and for some sexual healing and she kicks me out,” Xander covered his face and burst into tears, shocking and taking Buffy by surprise.

“Oh…uh, there, there,” She patted him gently on the arm. “Um, you need a Kleenex?”

Xander nodded and blew his nose loudly before resting his head on Buffy’s shoulder. “You don’t understand how bad this is, for Anya to kick me out…she’s pissed, hell, she’s beyond pissed.”

“I’m sure she’ll calm down and besides you’ll get another job.” Buffy squirmed, Xander’s head weighing heavily against her. “Everything will be--.”

“Hey, Harris hands off my girl. Don’t make me kick your mopey ass.”

“William.” Buffy sighed in relief when he came down the basement stairs.

“You miss me, love?” William winked at Buffy.

“My hands weren’t near her, I swear. I was just borrowing her shoulder so I could cry on it,” Xander explained sitting up.

“Her shoulder is off limits to you too. Here you are. Your mum is letting you borrow her entire collection of weepy songs.” William handed Xander the box of albums. “But return ‘em by next week or she’ll come hunting for me.”

“Only the sweet sounds of country crooning can soothe my pain in a time like this,” Xander announced dramatically with a sniffle, holding the box to his chest and heading towards his bedroom. “If you need me, I’ll be laying on my bed, alone, staring at the ceiling, alone, and listening to Dolly.”

“Alone?”

“Yeah.” Xander wiped his eyes, not finding William very funny. He walked into his room, shutting the door behind him.
***

“William, have you seen my shirt?” Buffy searched through the stacks of their folded clothes, finding nothing.

“Here.”

“Thank you.” She accepted the crumbled ball of fabric. “I can change out here, right? Xander shouldn’t be popping in for any reason?”

“I don’t think so.” When William finished setting up their bed, he sat on the edge. “I guess I’m going to talk to him.” He scratched the back of his head and sighed. “I owe him; the least I can do is get him drunk enough to pass out. If not, I fear he’ll just be up all night sniveling.”

“I feel so bad…do you think Anya will really dump him?”

“I don’t know.” William watched Buffy gracefully shift her balance from leg to leg as she slid out of her jeans. “The bird’s awfully involved with her money and now that Xander’s not going to be bringing any in…”

“Well that’s just stupid,” Buffy pulled off her sweatshirt and unhooked the clasp on her bra. “Not everything’s about money.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah, it’s not. Not for me anyway, not anymore. Money doesn’t make my world go ‘round.” Buffy pulled her hair out from underneath the collar of her t-shirt as she walked closer to William. “Hey you, wipe that smirk off your face.”

“So what is everything about now? Now that you’re reformed? What makes your world go ‘round?”

“Well I’m not going to say it’s you.”

“No?”

“Nope.” She smiled and climbed into his lap, wrapping her legs causally around him. She tucked her head under his chin and hugged him tightly. “Don’t stay up too late with Xander, our appointment’s tomorrow.”

“You’re changing the subject.”

“I am. But only for your sake, so your ego won’t get inflated anymore than it already is.”

“How thoughtful of you, kitten.”

“I know.” She laughed lightly before holding and bringing his face close for a number of kisses. “I’m always thinking about you, baby.”

William reclined them back into a laying position, kissing Buffy deeply and sliding his hands under Buffy’s shirt, “Buffy, we shouldn’t. I need to…”

“Xander.” She nodded, taking his hands from her breasts and guiding them around her back. “Just stay with me till I fall asleep. Hold me.”

He inhaled sharply, overcome by emotion, the need in her voice and her warmth of her body radiating against him. “I think I can do that.”
***

“I left a few messages, at least sixty but probably closer to seventy, give or take a few.” Xander shrugged and popped open another beer can. “I filled up her answering machine but I’m still calling about every twenty minutes.”

“You’re practically stalking her, mate. She’s probably hiding from you.”

“What do you suggest that I do? Write Anya a fucking poem?”

“Hey now,” William glared at Xander’s laughter. “You’d better watch it, Harris or I’m outta here and I’m taking the booze with me. I’d rather be sleeping anyway.”

“With your sweetie pie Buffy… you know, you and Buffy make me wanna puke. I mean, you guys are fucking inseparable. You live together, you work together and…”

“And you’re jealous aren’t you?

“No—well…yes! You bastard! You’re like halfway to marital bliss and you’re getting a visit from Mr. Stork—I don’t want that…but…shit, I don’t know.” Xander pouted and he tried to ignore William’s proud smirk. “All I know is that I hate you guys.”
***

Awww. Aren’t they cute?

Buffy wrinkled her nose and dodged the empty beer cans that were scattered on the floor.

“Wake up,” She spoke softly while nudging William’s stomach with her barefoot. “William.” He was sprawled out on the floor still asleep. Xander was in a similar state on his bed, snoring loudly and clutching a pillow to his chest.

“We need to go soon.” Buffy dropped to her knees and ran her fingers through William’s hair.

“Hmmm…Buffy.”

Works every time, she smiled at the thought and she continued to stroke the side of his face. “Hey baby, how are you feeling?”

“I’ll let you know once I start moving around.” He groaned and rearranged his arms under his head. “What time is it, love?”

“A little after noon, I let you sleep for as long as I could.”

“Doctor’s appointment, yeah… I think I drank too much Buffy. I remember talking about weddings and…and that’s about it.”

“Weddings? What kind of man-talk is that?”

“Manly man-talk that you wouldn’t understand.”

“Oh, so who’s wedding were you planning or is that part foggy too?”

“Um,” William avoided her eyes. “That I can’t remember. How much time do we have?”

“Now who’s changing the subject?” Buffy laughed, seeing his guilty expression. “If we drive quickly, you definitely have twenty minutes.”
***

“You think you got enough brochures there, William?”

“No.” William carefully stacked the large pile and nervously looked around the waiting room. “You think I could take more stuff for my headache yet? It’s killing me.”

“You shouldn’t, it hasn’t been long enough. You shouldn’t drink so much--.”

“Yeah, yeah.” William shifted to the edge of his seat and searched the table for more information. “I hope we don’t have to wait much longer. I hate waiting. Do you think the doc will give us more pamphlets? I want everything available. I haven’t got a clue about any of this baby stuff.”

“William, settle down. You’re making me nervous.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, love.” He sighed and wrapped an arm around Buffy. She rested her head on his shoulder.

“I called Mom while you were in the shower. She named off all these tests that I’d have to go through and then she started telling me all of her best pregnancy stories about swelling feet, back pain and about puking in planters…”

“Planters, eh?”

“I don’t want to throw up all the time. I don’t want to get fat.”

“You won’t be fat, princess, you’ll be pregnant. You’ll have that beautiful mother-to-be glow that people about. But the part about tossing your cookies, I doubt that that is avoidable--.”

“Hell, didn’t I glow enough before? I used to spend a small fortune on makeup, William.”

“Is that a trick question? Because I don’t think my head can handle one of those right now--.”

“Lucille? Lucille Vanderlow?”

“Come on Richie, it’s showtime.” Buffy grabbed William’s hand and they followed the nurse out of the waiting room.
***

William’s head pounded and he couldn’t pay attention to anything that the doctor was saying.

She’s seven weeks pregnant.

As soon as William heard the number it was all he could think about.

We talked and she said if the baby were Angel’s she’d be about six weeks pregnant, so her being seven must mean… Sure I didn’t demand to know her entire sexual history but if there was a chance of the baby having different father…she didn’t tell me.

I need to get out of here. I need to think.

“Um, excuse me is there a bathroom nearby?”
***

Buffy frowned, “What time is it?”

“He’s been gone for twenty minutes, Lucille. Don’t worry he’s probably just waiting in the lobby. Besides a lot of guys would rather not stick around for the pelvic and physical exams.” The doctor laughed and gave Buffy a reassuring pat on the knee before scribbling out Buffy’s prescription for prenatal vitamins. “So how long have you and Richie been married?”

“Not long.”

“Oh a whirlwind romance?”

“I guess you can call it that. Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure that’s what I’m here for Lucille.”

Buffy cleared her throat and thought of the best way to word her question. “Before I meet…Richie, I slept with another guy, just once and it happened while I was on the pill.”

“Did you use a condom?”

“No. But when Richie and I got together I forgot to take the pill for awhile, maybe even over a week.”

“So you have doubts if the baby is Richie’s?”

“Yes. Is there anyway of knowing for sure before the baby’s born?”

“Well I’m guessing you didn’t have your period between both encounters, so you can’t be one hundred percent positive of who the father is without paternity testing. We’ll be able to make a better guess after your ultrasound but still nothing can be guaranteed. We can look into having the paternity tested by amnio or after your baby is born. Have you asked your husband how he feels about the possibility of him not being the father?”

“He says he won’t have a problem with raising the baby either way.” Buffy said quietly.

“Lucille, you should also remember that only eight out of one hundred women get pregnant while taking birth control pills and with consistent and correct use of the pill that number of pregnant women declines even more.”

“So the baby could definitely be William’s and I’m just losing my mind for no reason?” Buffy thought out loud, forgetting about the doctor for a moment.

“William?”

“Oh, I meant Richie, it’s his middle name, and he goes by both names. Speaking of Richie, I think I need to find him now.”
***

Buffy found William sitting in a corner. His notebook was in his lap and he looked deep in thought, biting on the cap of his pen.

Does he go anywhere without that notebook? Buffy wondered as she made her way across the waiting room.

“William, I’m done. We can go home now.”

“Ok,” He gathered his things, quickly and followed Buffy out of the doctor’s office and to the car. “How’d everything go?”

“Good, thanks for asking.”

“You still want to go out for dinner?”

“No.”

William ran to the passenger side and opened the door for Buffy. “No? You sure?”

“Positive.” Without looking at him, she got in and buckled her seatbelt. “I just want to go home, William.”

“Ok, we’ll do whatever you want, Buffy.” William got behind the wheel, knowing it would be a long and quiet ride back to Xander’s basement.

“Why did you leave?”

Or maybe the ride won’t be so quiet after all. William took a deep breath, “You’re seven weeks pregnant Buffy.”

“So?”

“So? You said it yourself that if you were six weeks along the baby would probably be the poof’s and now that your seven weeks…”

“Did you pay attention to the doctor, William?”

“I tried to but--.”

“William, the baby can only be yours or Angel’s. There isn’t another ‘could be’ daddy out there somewhere. My last period ended seven weeks ago and that is considered when my pregnancy started.”

“I can still be the father?”

“William, is that what made you upset?”

“Of course that’s what made me upset. I want to be the father of your baby Buffy. Haven’t I made that clear? Just the possibility of the baby being Angel’s makes me insanely jealous because he doesn’t deserve the honor just like he didn’t deserve you.”

“You’ve made it very clear, William.” Buffy unhooked her seatbelt and scooted to the middle seat. “Very, very clear and I couldn’t love you more for it.”

“You’re not mad at me anymore?”

“No, besides soon after you left came the blood tests.”

“I’m happy to miss that. Are you sure you still don’t want to go out tonight? We have the night off from work, we should take advantage of it.”

“Nope, I just want a quiet night in the basement. It looks like it’s going to rain anyway. It’s nice snuggling weather.”

“Snuggling we can do but quiet? Remember Harris is still down there.”

“Well then maybe it will just have to be your job to get him out of there because Xander’s definitely not going to have his drinking buddy with him tonight.”

“Oooh really?”

“Really. You’re mine tonight William.”

“Aren’t I always? Yours, Buffy?”
***

“You order the food and I’ll see what Xander’s up to.” William squeezed Buffy’s hand before letting go and heading to Xander’s bedroom.

That ended nicely, I’m so glad we didn’t fight. Buffy sat on the sofa with the phonebook and cell in her lap. With a smile on her face, she searched for the number for her favorite take-out pizza place.

I know I saw coupons around here somewhere… Buffy scanned the room before remembering that she had put them into her purse.

“Crap.” Buffy mumbled under her breath. “William?”

“Yeah, love?”

“I forgot that I had a prescription to drop off.”

“We can go later.” William appeared in the living room. “Or I’ll go.”

“How’s Xander?” Buffy whispered before getting to her feet.

“I’m trying to talk him into giving Anya a surprise visit.” William winked, “So far, so good, with a little more prodding he’ll be good to go.”

“Why don’t you just continue with Xander and I’ll go to Walgreens. I can drop of the prescription and pick up something for dinner.”

“You sure? It sounds like it’s raining out there.”

“It won’t take me too long and Walgreens is just down the street. You can set the table while I’m gone. Keys please.”

“That sounds like a date.” William dropped the car keys in Buffy’s outreached hand. “Be careful, pet.”

“I’m always careful,” Buffy smiled before kissing William goodbye.
***

Buffy twisted the key in the ignition one more time, the motor turned over but it wouldn’t kick into life.

“Stupid car.” She pushed off the radio and pulled out her cell phone, not willing to get out into the rain again.

“Anya?”

“No, Xander I’m sorry it’s just Buffy. Can I talk to William?”

“Yeah, wait a sec.”

Buffy turned on the windshield wipers and stared as the rain continued to fall. “Buffy? Is something wrong?”

“I can’t get Mom’s car to start. You were right; it’s raining a lot out here. I’m thinking something got flooded.”

“Ok, I’ll check on the car and if we can get it to start, I’ll drive you where ever you need to go, alright? I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

“Ok. Love you, William.”

“Love you too.”
***

“It’s bloody pouring.” William turned up is collar and stepped out of the house. Because of the rain, it was darker than usual for that time of night. He squinted ahead and a strange van caught his attention.

“Firm but Fair Collection and Eviction Agency?” He read the printing on the vehicle, wondering why it was pulled up close to Buffy’s parking place.

Maybe someone’s helping her with the car—

William froze in shock hearing Buffy’s muffled cries and watching as a man tried to drag her out of the car and into the van. “No, no.” William whispered helplessly before running towards the van. “No! Stop! Buffy!”
***

“Will, you’re not making any sense. You need to clam down.”

“He took her! The guy that was in the trunk, her ex, he took her. What as his name Rodney? Rory?” William paced the living room as angry, scared tears fell down his face. His brain was working against him, sending William a variety of thoughts and memories of the day he kidnapped her, of the intoxicated insanity of their first night together, and of the relaxed pleasure of their recent days. William couldn’t focus on any one thought. He couldn’t sit still. “If he hurts her… if he touches her I’ll kill him!”

“Hey, whoa there cowboy. You need to find the guy first before you can kill him. You also need a car or someway to get where ever he has taken her.”

“I’ll ride a bloody tricycle if I have to.”

Xander rubbed his chin, “We can’t call the police… Damn, this could be difficult, man. Maybe you’ll find resources you never knew you had. On the other hand, maybe not. Maybe the woman you love and your unborn child will die a slow, miserable death at the hands on some guy, leaving you to feel guilty for the rest of your life.”

“Xander! You’re not helping! Not in the slightest!”

“Just telling you straight, Will.”

“Well you can just shut your bloody trap if you’re going to be spouting shit like that… Let me think, what would Buffy do? She was—is always better at this stuff.”

“You said that you read the side of the van. Can you remember what it said?”

“Sure I remember but what good would the name on the van be? What kind of idiot would kidnap Buffy in a company van and then take her back to the family business?”

“Maybe the same guy who found himself tied up in a trunk of a car driven by bounty hunters?”

“Give me that phonebook.”
***

“Thank you. No message. I’ll call later.” Riley replaced the receiver. “Your father’s not in his office and Giles isn’t answering his phone either.”

A few feet few in a large warehouse, Buffy sat at a wooden table. She was tied to a ratty lounge chair and thick tape had been strapped across her mouth. A tennis sweatband was stretched over her forehead.

“Oh well, we’ll call them again later.” Riley pulled up a chair and sat across from Buffy, who was openly glaring at him. “I’m sorry it had to come to this, Buffy but you need help. You’ve been brainwashed by a criminal mastermind. Hopefully it’s not too late for you.” He have her a reassuring smile before stroking her face. “Watch it, jerking like that will make you fall back. I won’t hurt you, you’ve been hurt enough already.”

Buffy closed her eyes, exhausted. Being kidnapped wasn’t too distressing for her. She was more worried about William. She hoped he’d be smart and that he’d stay away.

Buffy was almost asleep before the doorbell rang.
***

Chapter 20

William waited beyond the door, hidden to one side. He hoped that Riley wouldn’t see him and that he’d open the door.

When I see him I’m just going to charge at him, fists flying.

William nodded satisfied with his simple plan. It was the most coherent thought he could gather after a long night of worrying without food or sleep.

I hope I’m not too late.

When the door opened, William pounced.
***

Riley peeked his head out of the warehouse and within seconds his gun was torn from his grip and Riley found the barrel pushed into his forehead.

“Let Buffy go.”

“Um, o-ok.” Riley stuttered. “She’s in the back.”

“Take me to her.”
***

William walked through the packed warehouse, paranoid and waiting for another goon to strike at any moment.

This is just too easy.

“So where are the others?” William poked Riley in the shoulder with the gun. “Because if this is a trap, I’m taking you out no matter what.”

Riley swallowed, not saying a word.

Oh, Buffy.

William saw her tied up and he fought the need to run to her. He took a deep breath before demanding, “Cut her free.”

“I can’t wait until Ripper kills you. I hope it will be painful.” Riley spoke in dangerous even tones as he peeled the tape off Buffy’s mouth.

“You asshole!” Buffy screamed as soon as her lips were unleashed. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”

William and Riley stood still for a moment, not sure of who Buffy was yelling at.

“I hate you!”

“Oh well, now, that settles it. She’s talking to you, mate. Because she loves me.” William gloated but his smirk was cut short. Riley growled, tackling and knocking William to the ground. Riley held William’s wrist and smacked his hand on the floor until the gun was loosened from his grip. He tried to catch hold of it, but William pushed it away.

“And you know what, Riley?” Buffy thrashed, still attached to the chair. Her arms were tied behind her back and the sweatband was pulled over her eyes as a blindfold. “I didn’t just dump you because you wanted to marry me, I couldn’t stand you!”

“You tell him, love.” William found it difficult to speak with Riley’s knees stabbing him in the back. Just breathing was becoming a struggle.

“I was just using you for—for something different… the thought of spending my life with you makes me want to puke and I’d enjoy it! I can tell you with all the puking I’ve been doing lately, that’s really saying something. Besides if I’m marrying anyone--.”

“Buffy, you don’t know what you’re talking about.” Riley spoke over William’s sharp yelp. Riley had William in a headlock and they both stumbled around the room as he tried to guide William’s head into collision with a range of hard and pointed objects.

“Yes, I do!” Buffy paused, listening for only William’s voice as it traveled around the room. She could also hear random noises of the boys fighting. “William? Are you ok, baby?”

There was a large crash followed by a grunt of pain. “Been…better.”

“William, will you marry me, baby?”

“Huh?” The boys responded in unison; both of them stopped fighting.

“Please? William?” Buffy waited, hearing nothing but panting in response. “I love you more than anything and I--.”

“Yes, Buffy—of course—I’ll marry you—but do you think now is the appropriate time for--.” William gasped for breath between the words but he never finished his sentence.

The room became silent.

‘William? What? What is it? What’s happening?”

“Don’t worry, Buffy, everything’s going to be just fine.” Buffy stiffened recognizing Ripper’s voice.
***

William saw the ex-butler standing in the doorway with an automatic pistol in his hand.

Somehow I think he’s lying.

He blinked as one single shot was fired. When William opened his eyes, he saw Riley lying dead in front of him with a neat hole in the center of his forehead. Giles put the gun away and through the door behind him came another man: Hank Summers.

“Well if you’re going to vomit, boy, get on with it because we can’t just leave him there, now can we?”
***

Buffy heard the body drop and for a brief, terrifying moment, she feared that William was the victim of the gunshot. She started to breathe again once she heard Giles order William to drag the body to the car.

Poor Riley. Sure I hated him but still…

Hearing footsteps traveling close, Buffy froze, “William?”

“Buffy, my dear, you disappoint me. I lavish upon you the gifts of fatherly love and how do you repay me? With hurt and malice. I have worried so much about you in the hands of this creep, yet, when freed, do you return home? No. I even have reason to believe that you’ve been working along side of this dangerous criminal. But shacking up with him didn’t help you in the end, now did it? You managed to get kidnapped. Again. You see, my girl, this is what happens when you stray from my protection and authority. You must learn, Buffy, you must learn.”

With that, Buffy felt strong arms around her. She struggled and fought as she was lifted into the air.
***

“There’s no reason to have her in the trunk.” William protested quietly, fearing for Buffy’s safety, hearing her kick and shout. “She didn’t do anything wrong, Mr. Summers. If anyone should be tied up in the trunk it should be me.”

“Buffy is being punished for being disrespectful and for dismissing my paternal authority. Now, William, I’m going to ask you one more time, and remember, your life depends on this: Where is the money?”

William looked out of the window of limousine. Riley’s corpse lay in the seat next to him and with every sharp turn, the body fell on him. William swallowed, feeling sick. “The cabin.”

“Cabin? Which cabin?”

“Where I held your daughter captive. It’s a long drive but that’s where it is, I hid the money there.” William lied; pushing away memories of the suitcase of millions taking a two hundred foot leap off a bridge in the middle of Arizona desert.

Giles drew his gun again, “Where is it?”

“Kill me and you’ll never know. Only I know where the money was hidden.”
***

“I’ll get the money. It’s in the house.” William slid out of the car, his legs stiff after the ride that lasted for hours. “What…what about Buffy? She’s been in the trunk for ages. Hasn’t she been punished enough?”

“No.” Hank answered without hesitation. “So here we are then, at the scene of the crime.” He inspected the outside of the house. It still looked as empty and abandoned as the day Buffy and William had moved in. “How… quaint. Ripper the door if you will.”

Giles nodded, using his gun to blast a hole into the wooden door.

“But you have so many crimes to your name William.” Hank continued scanning the interior of the home. “And all of them, you’ve committed against me. Let’s recall, shall we? You invaded my office without an appointment, insulted me, assaulted me, damaged company property, stole a gun belonging to the company, and oh yes, shot me in the arm, kidnapped my daughter, killed my bounty hunters, and stole my money. Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

“I’ll get the money.”

“That’s what I want to hear.”

“I promise.”

“Get it.”

William stood nervously in the center of the room, disappointed to see that the house had fewer escape routes than he had imagined on the ride over. All the windows looked too far away and Giles standing in doorway blocked his only other option for a getaway.

“Well?” Hank asked, as he impatiently drummed his fingers against the table where Buffy had served William a burnt homemade dinner.

How the bloody hell am I going to get out of this… There has to be some way…

“It’s under the floor, Mr. Summers!” William dropped down and began scraping at the planks of wood. “If only I could remember which board it was. One of them was loose, you see. I’m sure I’ll find it. Just wait a moment.”

Giles sighed loudly, “Hank, I think he’s bluffing. I don’t think he has your money. He’s just wasting our time.”

“I think you may be right, Ripper.”

Giles stepped toward William, finger on the trigger. His foot fell hard on a plank, his weight causing one end to sink and the other to raise an inch higher than the other boards that made up the flooring.

Oh, thank God.

“That’s it! That’s the one!” William scrambled to the plank, pulling it up. He repeated the action until there was a good-sized hole was in the floor. “It’s down there, Mr. Summers, I’ll just get it for you.”
***

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

William panicked in the tiny space under the floorboards. The two-foot deep area of bug-infested dirt disgusted him. He was losing all hope until he saw a hint of light shinning through the brick wall of the home’s foundation.

“I see it, Mr. Summers, I see your money. I’m just going to get it. I just need to free it from the rubble down here.” William kicked at the wall. A brick came loose and he kicked it again.
***

In the room above, Hank smiled and Giles shook his head as they listened to the wall being kicked away.

“Ripper, I think the boy may need your assistance.”
***

Buffy gave up as soon as she heard the shoots fill the air, tears damping the blindfold that covered her eyes.

“William…God, I’m so sorry.”
***

A bullet shot through the floor just in front of William’s face. He screamed and continued to kick at the small hole, desperate to break out. He dodged several more bullets until he could see Hank leaning above him threw the shredded planks.

“Face it, William, you don’t have my money. But what you have to understand is that it’s not the money that matters now: It’s the principle. Ripper, kill him.”
***

Buffy didn’t respond to the sound of nearing footsteps. She didn’t kick or scream as something scraped against the lid of the trunk.

“Lucille? Lucille? It’s me, Todd, from up the hill. Are you in there? I think young Richie’s in trouble.”
***

Giles pulled William out of the hole by gripping onto the collar of his jacket. William flinched as Giles pointed the gun to his heart.

I should be getting used to this by now…

“So William, you see, what happened was this: you shot Riley Finn.” Hank walked around William, pointing to the crumpled body that was dumped on the couch in the living room. “You killed him, William. You shot him and then you shot yourself. And then, while you bled to death, you set fire to this house, destroying all the evidence. Didn’t you?”

“Sorry, Father, but that’s not going to happen.” Buffy stood in the doorway, holding Todd’s flintlock pistol in both hands. With one eye closed, she aimed for Giles. “Leave William alone, Giles or I’ll shoot you and you know I won’t miss.”

“Buffy, go.” William was relieved to see her but he didn’t want her to get hurt because of him. “Just go.”

“No, William, I’m going to save you just like in your dream.”

Hank stepped between the couple, not caring that he was in the way of the gun. “Buffy, put the gun down. You’re not in control of your actions. You’re unhinged, Buffy. You need the most expensive psychiatric care that money can buy.”

“No, Father, I need William and no one is taking him away from me, especially not you or because of you.” Buffy locked gazes with Giles, “I don’t want to kill you.”

“I give up!” Hank threw his arms up in frustration. “You’re crazier than Joyce now! Rupert, kill him. Now!”

Hank ran at Buffy knowing she’d never hurt her loving father.
***

Giles knew it would come to this. He watched, as father and daughter fought, never releasing William from his grasp. He knew someday he’d have to choose between his employer and the girl he had watched and taught since birth.

“Joyce.” Giles whispered the name of Buffy’s mother.

What a lovely woman and Hank put her through hell and now he’s doing the same to her daughter.

“You love her?”

“Huh? Are you talking to me?” William peeked open one eye. “I’ve never met the lady. She does sound nice and all but--”

“Not Joyce you idiot, Buffy. You really love her?” He pushed the gun into William’s chest, meaning to prod a truthful answer out of him.

“Yes.”

Without saying another word, Giles turned his gun on Hank Summers and he fired.
***

“This is what happened: The girl eloped with the boy after a love-at-first-sight type situation. The boy was poor and from the wrong side of the tracks. The father was displeased with the daughter and the boy. He hired a number of bounty hunters to retrieve and dispose of the boy. However due to the many failures of the bounty hunters, the father took matters into his own hands, he kidnapped the girl and he boy followed finding himself in a trap. The father planed on killing the boy and destroying all useful evidence in a fire. The girl, with help from a friend, managed to save the boy from death. The father died in a fight.”

“And Riley Finn was?”

“Another bounty hunter.”

“All deaths were a matter of self-dense?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And no one was hurt?”

“Both were checked out by paramedics and no injuries were reported. The couple is staying at a local motel and they are available for questioning however Miss Summers would like matters cleared but as quickly as possible.”

“I think we can move the case along quickly. It sounds open and shut.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear.”
***

“There’s so many things that I don’t understand.” William mumbled watching the news coverage of what happened on the television.

“We’re on TV already?” Buffy stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her body and another wrapped around her hair.

“Seems like Ripper works fast.”

“Everything can be moved along quicker when large amounts of money are involved.”

“Oh.” William felt Buffy get into bed behind him, “Buffy? Why did Giles have a sudden change of heart? I was positive that he was going to kill me. I could see it in his eyes.” He reached forward to turn off the TV, getting up from the edge of the bed.

“I was watching that,” Buffy protested but she was happy to see that William was going to be joining her under the covers.

“I’ll summarize it for you,” He cleared his voice and Buffy curled her body around his. “According to your butler, Hank was pissed because we eloped secretly. He also added a nice bit stating that your old man suffered from obsession, delusion and hallucination… It seems like it’s all over now. We’re getting away with it. Oh, and Buffy, you’re rich again, sweets.”

“I am?”

“You’re loaded, princess. Summers Enterprises, the cars, the homes, the yachts… the news had a list that ran for miles, all yours.”

“Goody.”

“You’re not happy about inheriting a billon dollars?”

“It’s not just money and property and status. Just imagine the stress and responsibly.” Buffy hugged William tightly. “But we can talk about that later, right? I’m so tired, William.”

“Long day, huh?”

“Long and terrifying. I thought you were dead. Twice. I thought I’d never see you again.” Tears filled Buffy’s eyes and she ran her fingers along William’s chest. He was covered head to toe with bruises, scrapes and cuts. “And then, when we could hear the police sirens, I was positive that you were going to be taken away. I nearly died, baby.”

“Hey, it takes a lot to get rid of me, kitten.” Speaking lightly, he kissed her forehead. Buffy’s body shook as she cried in his arms. “Besides I know you’ll always be here to save me.” He whispered words of love into her ear, comforting her. “I’m never leaving you, Buffy. Shhh, let’s talk about something else. You didn’t answered my question about Ripper, sweetheart.”

“Giles… he had an affair with my mother when I was in high school. They were so cute and so in love. When Hank found out about the affair, he blackmailed Giles, using his “Ripper” days against him. Giles left town and today was the first time I’ve seen him in years.”

“So killing Hank, it was beneficial to him?”

“I’d say. No more blackmail. I slipped him Mom’s address and phone number too.”

“I just wish he wouldn’t have waited so long to see the light.”

“But he did in the end and that’s all that matters. I’m so glad this is over. I don’t think I could handle anymore.”

“Me too, Buffy.” William reached to turn off the light next to them, “Me too.” He changed their position slightly, spooning his body around Buffy’s. “Night, Buffy. I love you.”

Buffy felt her heart tighten and she threaded her fingers with his. “Love you, too. And thank you for bringing me back to our tee pee, this motel means so much to me.” Buffy closed her eyes as William placed his lips against her neck.

“Maybe tomorrow we can work on adding to the memories, yeah?”

“Maybe,” She grinned, feeling William’s hand cup her swelled breast.
***

 

Epilogue

The wedding took place about two months later, in a castle in Scotland. It was a simple affair attended only by a small handful of family and friends, including a newly engaged Xander Harris and Anya Jenkins, and a newly reunited Rupert Giles and Joyce Summers. Following the wedding, Buffy and William stayed in the castle for a two-week long honeymoon.

William and Buffy returned to the States until the birth of their first child, Anne. A paternity test proved that William was indeed Anne’s father. The couple moved out of Xander’s basement to a small but comfortable apartment. All plans of leaving for England were put on hold until future notice.

Buffy continued to help her husband write his novel, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, which ended up becoming a very popular mini-series. A few months after the first book’s release, a television show based on the adventures of the Slayer was put in the works. The show, also entitled, “Buffy the Vampire Slayer,” ran for a full seven seasons, becoming a cult classic, spawning a number of spin-off shows and similar programming.

Buffy Summers ended up selling most of her father’s estate and company. The profits she gave to charity however she did retain a modest amount of wealth, allowing her to be able to support William in the early stages of publishing his novel.

***

Buffy brushed her hair while looking into the mirror, only the roaring fireplace lighted their cozy bedroom.

“So, William, you’re telling me that successful relationships are made only with help from divine intervention? We couldn’t have found each other by ourselves?”

“Oh, Buffy,” William appeared in the mirror’s reflection. He pulled her back against his body. “You’re so warm, love. I’ll miss our Anne but she’ll be in good hands, yeah? Rupert and Joyce will take good care of her.” He nipped at Buffy’s ear, before pushing his lips against the soft skin beneath her earlobe. “I get you all to myself…”

“You never answered my question, baby. We were having a deep conversion about the mystery of life and…love.” She moaned, as William’s hand slowly slid down her body. Her robe slid off her shoulders and pooled around her ankles.

“We don’t just have a ‘successful relationship.’ A successful relationship is nothing but two people being prepared to tolerate each other’s imperfections--.”

“And you don’t do that?” Buffy leaned into his touch. She put her hand over his as it rested on her curved, full belly.

“Sure we do but we have so much more than just that. We have love, Buffy. And it comes from somewhere wonderful, somewhere we don’t know about.”

“Like heaven?”

“Could be. Turn for me, kitten.”

Buffy smiled as William’s mouth traveled from her neck down to her full breasts. “And… and you don’t believe that love is just an emotional feeling that attaches itself to sex and to the need of being physical with another--.”

“Of course, I don’t. Fate intervenes in people’s lives.”

“In ours?” Buffy asked, pulling William’s face to hers.

“Yes.” He moaned between kisses. They continued to kiss as William nudged them closer to their unmade bed. “Fate brought us together and kept us together.”

“Fate had a strange way of making its point.” Once Buffy fell into bed, her hands concentrated on the tie of William’s flannel pajama pants.

“That’s part of the beauty of it,” William gasped as Buffy’s fingertips brushed and caressed his hard erection. “Love is a strange and beautiful creation, accountable to no one.”

“You were nearly killed.” Buffy added quietly.

“Buffy,” William pulled his pants off completely before lying beside her. “But I wasn’t. We have our Anne and another bit of sweetness on the way…and we are here Buffy. We were meant to be. We were written in the stars. All those romantic ideals and hogwash, all that applies to us, love.”

“It’s a nice thought but to many is may seem irrational, maybe a little bit absurd.”

“I know that, kitten. But I believe it and I can tell by your eyes that you do too.”

“Of course I do,” Buffy rolled over, straddling William’s hips. “And you said you were a rotten poet, baby.”

“Well, it comes and it goes, my poetic genius, you see. Now if I tried to put all that on paper…”

Buffy interrupted him, kissing him quiet, before guiding him deep into her wetness. “Mmmm, I love you, William.”

“I love you too, Buffy.”
***

And they lived happily ever after.

The End.


A/N:
It's over. :( I loved it. I own nothing. All Joss and John. Special thanks to many. Especially leianneae, the super beta :D Please leave a review