Chapter 21:

The trees swayed as a light breeze wafted through the night in Sunnydale. The smell of new growth and the approaching summer wafted through the open window and caressed the couple spooned around each other in the bed. Neither occupant was asleep, preferring to take comfort in the silence.

Buffy couldn’t get Giles’ calm explanation of the Prophecy out of her head. No matter how many ways she tried to turn it, she couldn’t reconcile the fate of the world over that of her daughter. “Am I selfish for not caring about the rest of the world?” Buffy asked quietly.

Spike lifted his head, shook it, and sighed. “If you are, then so am I.” Bitty was going to save the world from itself, but all he wanted was to see her smile, her first tooth just barely breaking through her tiny gums.

Buffy smiled tightly. “I just don’t care if her destiny isn’t fulfilled, if it means she’ll be a healthy little girl.” She said, rolling over to face him. Spike kissed her forehead, his hands rubbing softly along her back.

“And Dawn? How can we ask her to use the Key to unlock Bitty’s powers? She finally has her own life. She’s finally putting the whole Glory mess behind her. I don’t want…” She cried. Spike cradled her in his arms.

“Buffy, listen to me. You’re not a bad person for wanting Bitty to have a normal life. You are her mother. That’s what you’re supposed to do. I want that for her and Dawn too. But then, I think to myself, that we somehow owe this to the world.” Buffy stiffened, but he continued.

“We were given this miracle, this precious gift. She’s our child, but in some ways, she belongs to the world.” God, how did he explain it to her, when he barely understood his own feelings on the subject? That being growing inside of Buffy’s stomach was his. His Bitty, and he’d kill for her, gladly lay down his life to protect her.

“She was created to turn all the hate and pain into something better.” Spike leaned back to gaze at Buffy, but she kept her chin down, her eyes tightly closed.

Buffy splayed her hands over his bare chest, wanting to do nothing more than rub her head against it, and forget all their troubles. To be what she desperately wanted to be, a newlywed couple expecting their first child. She didn’t have that luxury, and she resented the fact her child wouldn’t have it either.

“But this is our baby, Spike. Our Bitty. You know as well, as I do, that not everyone is going to want there to be peace and harmony. Evil things, both human and demon, are going to be after her. I can’t. No, I won’t let them hurt her.” Buffy pulled away from him, scooting off the bed. She stood at the window, her back ramrod straight. Spike felt the tension roll off her in waves. He rose off the bed, and came to stand behind her.

“I love Bitty. I love the Bit. I’ll never let anything happen to them.” Buffy reached out blindly for his hands, and pulled them tight around her stomach.

“I know you love her. I know you’re right.” She admitted defeated. “I know Giles is right, but asking me to put my child in the bulls’ eye doesn’t sit too well with me.”

“There isn’t a rush to perform the ceremony. We could wait until Bitty’s older to do it. Let her make the decision as to her own destiny.” Spike smiled slightly, imagining their daughter. If she inherited the stubborn part of their personalities, she wouldn’t hesitate to perform the ritual. She would be a hero, just like her Mama. And it made Spike proud to think he’d had some role in creating this unique human being.

Giles had said more than that, but Buffy didn’t want to think about the cutting and the blood sharing. For tonight, she could bury her head in the sand, and not think about the special role Bitty would have in the world. She would be a powerful force for good, but to Buffy she was her baby. Her little piece of heaven, and she’d be damned before she fated her to a life of grief before she was born.

Buffy looked up into Spike’s eyes, and felt her heart swell. He was torn. She knew that. He wanted to protect his child, but wanted her to have what they didn’t have. Normalcy. There were other things visible in those piercing blue eyes, fear, love, and concern. Bitty would be safe, her powers secured with the ritual, but she would always be in danger. It was a catch-22 situation if ever there was one. Damned if they do, double damned if they don’t. And then, there was the very distinct possibility she could lose Spike to the chip removal. Her stomach turned, and she winced.

Yeah, baby, I’m with you. We can’t lose Daddy. She turned in his arms, staring up at him with a look so tender, Spike thought he felt his heart beat.

“Are you scared?” She asked, peering into his blue eyes. He seemed puzzled by the question. Then, it hit him that she was referencing the chip. Good thing, he knew her so well, she’d confuse the hell out of someone with a slower brain. Like Xander, he thought bitterly.

“About them removing this junk from my head?” He said pointing to it.

“Honey, your brain isn’t junk. Just the stuff that comes out of your mouth.” Buffy giggled.

“Aren’t you the little comedienne? Don’t see you complaining when my tongue is..”

“Hey, watch it.” Buffy gasped, smacking him playfully on the chest.

That’ll teach you to play with the Big Bad. “No, I’m not scared. Not for me, anyway.” He said softly.

Buffy took a deep breath, imprinting his scent to memory. “Can’t say the unknown doesn’t scare the living daylights out of me too, but Willow and Giles wouldn’t risk you. They know I need you too much. This family needs you.”

“I need my girls. You are all I love and care about in this world.” He said, stroking her face tenderly. Buffy lifted up on her toes, and kissed him. Her tongue played along the sides of his mouth before he groaned, and allowed her tongue entrance into his. They kissed slowly, deeply, enjoying the taste and feel.

Spike broke the kiss, pulling his fingers out of her hair, tracing her neck. The negligee she wore, hugged her in all the right areas, but it was her stomach encased in the red satiny material that made the ache in his groin grow. The realization that together they’d made this baby out of all the pain they’d put each other through made his heart swell, and other things as well.

“Let’s go back to bed.” He whispered against her ear.

Spike piled their pillows together, and leaned back against them. Buffy shifted till she was comfortable.

“So you’re not concerned in the least?” Buffy asked suspiciously. She was married to a great guy, but he tried to spare her worry just a tad too much for her taste. And she loved him for it.

“I’m worried Red’s tweaking will change me. I don’t want to pull an Angelus on you, on them.”

Buffy chuckled. “Oh, I wish I had a tape recorder. No one would believe me if I told them you were comparing yourself to Angelus.”

Spike gave her one of his patented ‘are you daft?’ looks. “You know what I mean. Willow only knows the basics. Luckily for us, Warren was an anal prick.”

Buffy’s brow furrowed. “I wonder if Travers is still holding him. I feel safer knowing he‘s a continent away.” They knew no such thing, but it was better to imagine the psychotic twerp was not in the United States. He was one less thing for Buffy to worry about.

“We can only hope he’s being tortured, though I would like to be the one doing the torturing.” Buffy slapped his chest. “Sorry, new and improved Spike doesn’t want to show Warren some of the things he learned in over a hundred years of mayhem.” He said falsely contrite.

Buffy glanced at him, a sly smile on her face. She reached up and kissed him on the lips. “New and improved Spike can wish the worst for Warren. He put us through hell, and almost killed our baby. I just don’t want to think about all the wonderfully, nasty things I’d do to Warren if I got my hands on him. Those thoughts would definitely not be good for Bitty.” Her fingers threaded through Spike’s and pulled them to her stomach. She smiled, waiting, feeling Bitty move within her belly. She rewarded her parents’ patience with a kick and a punch.

“See, I get angry and she gets punchy.”

“That’s Daddy’s little girl.” Spike said proudly. “Just don’t bruise Mommy too much. Daddy’s got plans for Mommy’s delectable body.”

“Spike!” Buffy gasped, shocked. Her body tingled at the huskiness in his voice, and she felt herself melting even further into his embrace.

“What? Just letting her know. Her Momma is one sexy lady.”

“Ah, sweetie, that’s so sweet. Even with the Buddha belly?” She asked, knowing the answer.

“Especially with the Buddha belly.” Spike leaned down, brushing his lips over hers lightly, trailing kissing across her chin to her neck.

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Xander parked his car in front of the house on Revello. The house was dark. They are all asleep. He groused angrily. I should be asleep too, but I can’t. I can’t sleep. I can’t rest. I can’t stop worrying that you’re throwing your life away, Buffy. I worry about that baby in your stomach, and what will happen to her when her father’s leash is removed? Will he look on you and her with love or with hate?

People can change. He heard Willow say. Buffy’s voice was there too, steadfastly defending Spike. He knew people could change, but Spike wasn’t human. He was a demon.

Xander pulled away, and drove the short distance to his apartment. He climbed the stairs, and paused, wondering if Willow had moved her things out like he’d asked. There really was no point in her being there. They would never agree on the chip issue, and as long as she stayed he couldn’t maintain his anger. She would want to talk about things, mesh out his feelings on the matter. He wanted to stay cool and aloof. If he was soft in his attitude, then he wouldn’t be prepared to…

To do what? His mind asked. Kill Spike. Make Buffy a widow, and leave her child fatherless. Is that what you must be prepared to do?

Xander twisted the top off the beer, and took a long swig before closing the refrigerator door. Beer seemed to be his constant companion these days. It got him through some of the tougher parts of his self-imposed isolation.

You don’t have to be away from them. His heart reminded him. They love you. Always have. Always will.

No, he stubbornly thought, they have Spike. They don’t need me.

But you need them.

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The plans and printouts of Spike’s chip were laid out before her. Willow stared at them, and with ech passing minute her anxiety rose. Tara watched her from the bathroom, knowing Willow was worried, and rightfully so, about the chip. But Tara had faith in her abilities and in the goddess as well. Tara smiled at the frown on Willow’s face. She brushed her hair a few more times before turning the lights off and climbing carefully into bed.

“Willow, it’s late. Don’t you think a good night’s sleep would help you get a better perspective on this?” Tara ran her fingers through Willow’s red hair.

Willow rubbed the pads of her hands into her eyes. “I know. I just… I know Buffy and Spike are depending on me, and I don’t want to let them down.”

Tara nodded. “You won’t. They know you are doing all you can. They don’t expect a miracle. Well, they do, but she’s not coming for another two and a half months. Just do all you can, and that’ll be enough.”

Tara stacked the papers together neatly, putting them on the bedside table. Willow leaned back, allowing Tara to tuck her into bed. She waited patiently for Tara to lie down before she rolled over and pillowed her head on Tara’s bosom.

“I miss Xander.” Willow mumbled.

Tara figured there was more than just an attack of nerves plaguing Willow. Xander, stupid bloody pillock, she repeated Spike’s moniker for him, was treating the one person who’d never lost faith in him like a crap. If Tara was the type to seek out vengeance, she’d be tempted to wreck some on him. Especially, after the shock and pain she’d witnessed when Xander threw Willow out.

“I know you miss him, Will. I do too, but Xander…well, I really don’t have anything encouraging to say about Xander. He’s wrong, and when he finally comes around, it may be too late to repair the damage.” Tara kissed Willow’s forehead. She stroked her back softly, willing her lover to rest her weary heart.

“I want to help him because he would do it for me, but then, I look at Buffy and Spike, and even Giles and Anya, and I can’t deny that they are happy. Is Xander’s happiness more important than theirs?”

“You know the answer to that question, Willow. Xander can’t let go of his anger. He can’t forgive Buffy for loving a demon. He can’t forgive Anya for being a demon.” Tara eased back, and gazed down into Willow’s face. A face made soft by the threat of tears and weariness. “He doesn’t want to see that the world isn’t just black or white, but shades of gray. None of us are purely white or purely black. We live in the gray areas. To accept the gray, means to accept that not all good is good, and not all evil is evil.”

“You can’t judge a book by its cover.” Willow paraphrased. Tara giggled.

“Yeah, exactly.”

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“Are you sure this is the exact translation of the Prophecy?”

“Yes, sir. This is the exact wording of the Prophecy.” Travers asked his young assistant. The man wasn‘t stupid. He knew the importance of getting this right. So he‘d listened to the tapes four times to make sure he got every word correct.

Travers leaned back in his chair, scanning the piece of paper in front of him. His eyes gave away nothing of the excitement he felt coursing through his veins. They could control the child. There was a ritual to be performed before the child would gain her powers. If he had the child, he would have all the power. The power to force governments and people to bend at his will. The power to allow conflict or prevent it. Such power was heady and enticing, and it would be his for the taking. He had to act quickly if he was to pull off this coup.

“Thank you, Mr. Smythe-Bailey. You may go and get some rest.“ Travers waited till the young man had taken his leave of them, before breaking out into a grin. “Finally, we have the upper hand my dear boy. We have the upper hand. Oh, they are a gullible bunch. They do not realize they could perform the ritual now as they child gestates. They could perform it, and she’d already have her powers. That delay will work in our favor, Shackleford. First things first, we must push Mr. Harris over the edge. I want him on our team, albeit unwillingly. I do so hate secrets, don’t you?“

Shackleford grinned. “You want him to find out about the watcher and his ex?“

“Yes, I think it’s time Mr. Harris found out the truth about his so-called friends. Set it up with Mr. Dewey. I’m sure Rupert won’t be able to resist the charms of the ex-demon for long. We’ll wait and watch, and then send Mr. Harris careening over the edge.“

Travers stood up and went to the bar. He pulled out two brandy sniffers and poured a generous helping into each. He handed one to Shackleford and went to the window to stare out into the calm Sunnydale night.

“Have they decided when to do the surgery to remove the implant?“

“No, they are still trying to determine if the chip will cause the vampire to go insane. They won’t do anything until then.“ Shackleford answered.

“Well, that works well for us. I give them two weeks to get all the arrangements together, which will put Ms. Summers at 7 months. The baby should be viable by then. She’ll be premature, but with her parents’ genetics, she should survive. And if she doesn’t, then it will be a great loss, but the prophecy would be averted. Everything would be back to normal.“

Reginald Smythe-Bailey stood pressed tightly against the wall, a device attached to the wall allowing him to listen to the conversation going on inside. Travers was a bastard, but even he would not risk the Prophecy child, especially knowing her place in the world. Steven listened a little longer as they discussed bringing Warren back to the States. They were going to use him to divert attention away from them. He had to inform Olivia, so she could inform their bosses. They would need to act quickly if the Chosen Ones and their child were to survive. He heard the key in the door, and scrambled to hide his listening device. He shoved the items back into his travel case, and came out of the bedroom.

“Did you need for me to run your bath, Mr. Travers?”

“That would be fine, my boy. I’ll also take a bit of brandy.”

“Of course, sir. Right away.”

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“Good morning.” Anya whispered huskily in Giles’ ear. He smiled and turned his head to the side. Anya caressed his face before bending her head and sucking his bottom lip into her mouth. Giles’ arm wound around Anya’s waist, pulling her into his lap. Anya had a thousand years of kissing on her side, and she basically could reduce Giles to a puddle of gooey, English goodness with one stroke of her tongue over his.

“Good god, woman. I don’t think I’ll ever get use to kissing you. You are amazing and beautiful, and every word Shakespeare and Bryon wrote to describe a woman.” Giles gushed, his hand caressing the brief expanse of skin visible underneath her cropped top.

“And I could get used to hearing words like that every morning.” Anya laughed, kissing him one final time before getting up. They had work to do unfortunately, and no time at the present for orgasms.

“Right. You’re right, of course.” Giles commented, pushing his glasses back on his nose. They’d become fogged during their little make out session. “Well, we have some time before Buffy and Spike get here. I want to review the passages in Jayme’s diary on the Prophecy, then maybe I’ll have something more positive to tell Buffy. She was not pleased after our last talk.”

Anya leaned over, her hands stroking his chest. “There is nothing you can say to alleviate her fears, Rupert. Buffy is thinking like a mother and a sister. She’s not thinking like the Slayer. She’ll do the ritual because she has to, and she knows this is the only way to ensure Bitty’s safety for the time being. Don’t worry. You’ve done all you could.” She kissed him on the temple and went back to opening the store.

Giles picked up Jayme’s diary and flipped through the pages till he found what he was looking for. Unfortunately, it dealt with the aftermath of Martine’s death on Jayme. The Council had deceived the man, and his guilt over his part in Martine’s murder weighed on his conscience and soul.

>>September 8th, 1801

I have finally found the last piece of the puzzle. My work is done. I can rest now, and so too can Martine. My sweet child, how I wish I could kneel at your feet and beg your forgiveness. I did not know. I was ignorant and afraid. Too trusting of men I believed were more knowledgeable than myself. They were not, and for that I am eternally shamed. How does a man atone, my dear? What would make right an injustice done? I cannot bring you or your child back to life. I wish I could. I wish I could have seen the world your child would have created. I wish... I wish I’d known your true place in my heart.

September 24th

Martine, I have thought long and hard over what I could do to honor your memory. A candle lit on your birthday. A seed planted in the fertile ground, its offspring a lasting tribute to you. But to do you justice, honor, I must take steps to ensure the safety of the child, the Prophecy child. For I am confident that your love with Henri was not an isolated occurrence, and that there will come another slayer and vampire to fulfill its wishes. When their time comes, I will be waiting with my books and my advice. Their child will live and be healthy and strong, and care for the world the way it was meant to do. I can only hope that I get to see you again my dear, someday, in the hereafter. I wish to apologize for my lack of understanding and faith. Oh, Martine… I wish you’d lived. I wish my hands were stained with your blood and that of your child. For I know now, that love is a strong and powerful emotion, able to reach across the Great Divide and imbue hearts’ shadowed in fear with love. >/i>

Giles leaned back in his seat, trying to imagine the guilt the other man felt. It wasn’t possible to know or to understand such wrenching emotion. But he couldn’t let himself get bogged down in those emotions. He had to make sure he had all the answers before they embarked. This was for the life of the child they all loved. The child Charles Jayme hoped would clean his slate, and give him some peace. Giles certainly hoped it did. The completed translation sat in front of him, and Giles read it again just to make sure he hadn’t missed anything.

>i>Warriors for the light and for the dark will cast aside the shackles that bind them. They will not be ruled by what they have known in the past, but by what they know in each other. There will come a time of pure emotion, when these warriors will join to create a being of pure energy, whose very existence will cease the division created by the light and the dark. This creature will signal the end of all that was known and will rebuild in its image a new world, devoid of all that will do it harm.>>

And the new paragraph, he’d translated the night before.

>>The creation of the light and the dark, the balance of the two, will be a beacon to those in conflict with their natures. The Balance will find what is missing in them and make them whole, complete. The Balance will need to be made whole itself before it can begin its work. Within the body of the child lies the Essence of the Balance, that which makes the creature more than what it appears to be. Within the innocence lies the gift. Within the gift lies the answers for the world. To open the door to peace, one must use that which knows no boundaries. >>

Giles scanned Jayme’s notes and found the reference he made to “that which knows no boundaries.”

>> November 21st 1801

There is an ancient myth, which speaks of an energy that can be used to open dimensions. I believe this is the key to the child’s safety. The prophecy speaks of unlocking the essence within the child to make it whole, complete. The energy acts as a key to a lock. This key will allow the child to reach its potential. If the child has its power, it will be untouchable. The child would be safe.>>

“Tell me what’s going on inside that sexy mind of yours, Rupert Giles.” Anya slid into his lap, sighing with pleasure as she did. Giles couldn’t resist reaching up and kissing her, letting all the tension flow out of his body, only to be replaced by another type of tension.

“The ritual. We basically are employing the same ritual as Glory. We’re using Dawn’s blood to open a “portal” within Bitty. Their blood must mix in order for Bitty’s essence to be released. It’s not the most pleasant thing to do to a newborn.”

Anya’s fingers pulled gently at the hair at the nape of Giles’ neck. “It has to be done. It shouldn’t be too bad for her. She is part-vampire after all.”

“Of course, you’re right.” He said, his brow furrowing. Of course, Bitty was half-vampire. He tended to forget her origins at time, especially where it concerned Spike’s status. Giles could never forget what Spike was. The lines were blurred when you saw him interacting with Buffy and Dawn. He was more man than monster, more human than demon. Or maybe it was the fact that Spike had gone about his redemption without making a show of it. He’d changed for Buffy and Dawn, and hadn’t really asked for anyone to pat him on the back or praise him. He was quite content to have Buffy’s love and the rest of them be damned.

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Buffy sat in the rocking chair, Martine’s diary in her lap. She couldn’t understand everything that was written, but she got the gist of most of it. Martine was happy about the pregnancy, and so was Henri. Contrary to her early assumption, Henri did not suspect her of being with another man. He accepted the child as his, and chalked the pregnancy up to fate. Fate granted them this child, this chance for their future. Henri was very much like Spike in that regard. Bitty was Spike’s chance to atone for his past. He would pour all the love he had to give into her, and mold her into the person he never was. Or so he thought. Buffy smiled knowingly.

“Daddy thinks he’s nothing like William, sweetie. But you and Mommy know differently, don’t we? We know Daddy is William, and Daddy is Spike. We’re very lucky to have Daddy, Bitty. Very lucky, indeed.”

Buffy closed her eyes and rocked gently. The diary was clutched tightly in her hand as she drifted off to sleep.

**Buffy stepped on the wet grass, barefoot as usual. She knew this was a dream, but not a prophetic slayer dream. Of that, she was sure. She was in the country. There were cows grazing in a field nearby, and she could smell the rain. The house was situated behind a grove of trees, not necessarily hidden from sight, but sheltered within the arms of the big oak’s branches. Buffy pushed the door open. The lower level consisted of a small kitchen with a fireplace. The embers of the previous night’s fire still glowed in the hearth, allowing a little warmth to permeate the otherwise bare room. Buffy heard the ceiling creak. Someone’s home to muttered to herself. She found the stairs that led to the second level, hidden behind a cupboard.

She heard a woman’s voice lifted up in song. Buffy smiled, somehow knowing exactly what the woman was singing. It was a lullaby, one Spike had sang before to Bitty. Buffy stood outside the large open room, watching the raven-haired woman inside. She was bent over the bassinet putting the linens down.

“I was happy, Buffy. Oh, so happy about the baby. I thought we were having a boy. I wanted to have a boy. For Henri.”

Buffy walked into the room, coming to stand next to Martine.

“I read your diary. I know how much you loved him, and he loved you.”

“The diary…Monsieur Jayme must have retrieved it from the cottage after…after we were gone.” Martine ran her hand across the sheets, a tear sliding down her cheek.

“Yes, he did. He was sorry, Martine. He did not know the true meaning of the Prophecy.” Buffy looked down at her hands, resting on the swell of her own belly. It seemed grotesque to be here with her stomach full of life, when Martine and her child would be dead shortly.

“Please don’t be ashamed, Buffy. Nothing could have prevented my death, nor that of my child. We did not know of the Prophecy, nor of the Key. We would have been killed. Those were the times we lived in. I know Monsieur Jayme’s was remorseful. I felt it every day of my death, but it does not change anything. I tried to tell him that. Regret and remorse are noble emotions, but you mustn’t use them as a substitute for living, which he did.”

“Sometimes we can’t help but feel guilty and remorseful. It’s just part of our nature.”

“Yes, it is. Buffy, I am going to have to go soon. My time draws near as does yours. Do not be afraid of what’s to come. Believe in your heart. Believe in what you know to be true. Do not let the wolf in sheep’s clothing deceive you. Be alert. Stay strong.”

“Martine, what does that mean? Who’s the wolf? Please tell me.” **

Buffy yelled, but Martine and the room had already started to fade into nothing, and the knocking at the door broke through her subconscious and woke her up.

Xander raised his hand to knock again, but pulled back as Buffy answered. Her face was puffy with sleep, but she’d never looked more beautiful to him. She had gotten bigger, rounder in the weeks since her honeymoon.

“Hello, Buffy.”

“Hello, Xander. How are you?” Buffy asked, nervously. Why did she feel nervous around Xander? He was her friend. Had been for over six years, and now, she was standing in her doorway looking at him as if he were a stranger. She smiled tightly, and opened the door for him to come in.

Spike will be back soon. Spike will be back soon. She repeated to herself. Her hand went to her stomach in a protective gesture.

Xander walked in, noticing the way Buffy held back. She’s afraid of me. Me, who has loved her faithfully for years. She’s afraid of me, but not the killer she sleeps with nightly.

“Want some coffee?” Buffy asked.

“That’d be nice. But let me get it.” Xander told her, moving past her and to the coffeepot.

Buffy leaned against the refrigerator, watching Xander warily. When he sat down at the island, she moved to the other side. “So how have you been?”

“Fine.”

“Fine. That’s all you’re going to say. We don’t hear or see you in weeks. You throw Willow out and all you’re going to say is you’re fine.” Buffy angrily told him.

Xander looked up from his cup, his brown eyes pained. “I didn’t want to stay away. Didn’t think my company was necessarily welcomed.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it. You stayed away because it made you feel better to not be around us. To tell yourself that you were sacrificing our friendship because you’re right, and we’re wrong. Well, guess what, Xander? You’ll lose every time when it comes to Spike and this baby. Every single time.” The petite blonde stood, silently regarding the man she’d called friend. Her hazel eyes were pained as well, but determined.

“I didn’t come here to fight with you, Buffy. I know you’ll never believe I have you best interest at heart.” Xander said resigned.

“No. You’ll never believe that I know what I’m doing. I know my heart, Xander. I know Spike has changed into a good man. A man who loves me and my sister, and has made this house a home again. We are a family, Xander, and nothing will ever change that. Not you. Not Travers. Not all the freaking demons on the Hellmouth. We are a family because we love and trust each other.”

Xander flinched. His family was nothing like the one Buffy described. His father and mother barely tolerated each other. And as far as they were concerned, their son was just some guy who came over for holidays.

“Buffy, I know you love Spike. I accept that.” Not really. Still can’t wrap my brain around that. “But don’t tell me that you don’t have your doubts about this removal. Don’t tell me you aren’t the least bit apprehensive about being around him?”

Buffy’s chin rose, and her eyes glittered like the emerald on her hand. “I don’t doubt Spike. I used to doubt him before I knew him. Before I knew myself, but now I don’t. He won’t do anything to jeopardize our baby. He won’t have the operation if it means he’ll change back to what he once was. He loves us too much.”

“But can you be sure? Do you know for certain that he’ll come out of this surgery okay? That he’ll be the same Spike you love, and not the monster I know he can be.”

“Hello, Xander.” Spike drawled from the doorway. He’d listened to the conversation, and felt such joy as Buffy described him as a man, but that had quickly turned to anger. Xander was trying to make her doubt him. Worse, he was trying to make Buffy doubt herself. That was when Spike had decided to step in. Enough was enough. Buffy had wasted enough time last year doubting her decisions concerning him, concerning Willow. He wouldn’t let her be pulled back into that abyss.

“Buffy, we’re going to be late. Are you ready to go?” Buffy nodded mutely. She had to get her purse from their bedroom, but didn’t know if she could trust them in the same room together. She could see Spike’s cheek ticking, and knew he was keeping his anger in check.

“Yes, I just need to get my purse and those papers we filled out.” Bffy hesitated, not trusting the two not to get into a scuffle.

Where’s that trust you talked about Mrs. Develin? Shoot, go away. Buffy groused. Damnit, why do you always have to pop in at the worst times? That’s what a conscience is my dear. Bugger off!

“I’ll be right back.” She said, a hint of a warning in her voice. She stopped at Spike’s side, grinned, and pecked him on the cheek. Spike stared at her as she walked away, thinking to himself how she was starting to walk like a duck. Then, pushed that thought aside, since voicing it would definitely end all sexual escapades until Bitty was born. He was brought back to the second biggest pain in his ass by the sound of Xander washing his coffee cup out.

“So when do you get the chip out?” Xander asked as he came around to face Spike.

“Why planning on being there to stake me?”

“Maybe. Or maybe, I want to be close to Buffy that day.”

“You should.” Spike said, his eyes steady and clear.

Xander blinked, confused. Did Dead Boy Junior just ask him to watch out for Buffy. “Ah, come again?”

Spike folded his arms over his chest, one ear cocked for signs of Buffy coming down the stairs.

“You hate me. I hate you. But you also love Dawn and Buffy, and wouldn’t let anything happen to them. I’m counting on that. If something goes wrong, and Giles and Willow can’t do anything for me, don’t let it be Buffy.” He said. The whelp wasn’t useful for much, but he would do what had to be done. He would stake him without hesitation, and Buffy, Dawn, and Bitty would be safe.

The two men stared at each other, taking each other’s measure. Spike turned, hearing Buffy muttering to herself as she came back into the room.

“I will.” Xander answered, then smiled tightly at Buffy before leaving.

“How long were you standing there?” Buffy asked. Spike drew her into his arms, hugging her as tightly as he could with her growing stomach.

“Long enough to hear what he had to say.”

“Oh.” Buffy sighed. “I’m sorry you had to hear that.”

Spike shrugged. “Nothing Construction Boy hasn’t said before. Don’t worry about it. I’m a big boy. I can handle myself.”

Buffy turned her head, till her chin was resting on Spike’s shoulder. “I know you’re a big boy, but I’m your wife. I’m allowed to worry, even if it’s just a little bit.”

“You watch my back, and I’ll watch yours. Deal?”

“Deal.” She said, tilting her head so she could kiss him. “Hmm. Deal.”

“Okay, let’s go. If we don’t leave now, I’m taking you upstairs and ravish you for a few hours.” Spike said, pulling away from Buffy’s tempting lush lips.

“And that would be a bad thing?” Buffy asked coyly.

“Yes, you little minx, it would. We have to go talk to the midwife and set up our Lamaze classes. We can’t be ruled anymore by our very satisfying sex life. We’re going to be parents.” He told her, even as he allowed her to pull him towards the stairs.

“I totally agree, but we can be a few minutes late, can’t we?”

“Are you saying, I’m a 5 minute man?” Spike huffed, insulted by the idea.

“Nope. Not me. I know what you are capable of. I just thought we could roll around while I tell you about my dream. It would be a working …thing.”

“Working. Oh, well, when you put it that way.” Spike scooped Buffy up, and carried her up the stairs.

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Xander rolled the plans for the demolition out in front of him, but he couldn’t see it. All he could see was Spike’s face as he asked him to stake him so Buffy wouldn’t have to carry that burden. Was he wrong about Spike? About demons in general? Could they change? And what did that say for him, that he couldn’t?

“Hey, boss man, you’re late.” Xander turned his head slightly, seeing his friend and co-worker, Dewey walking towards him with a sledgehammer.

“Yeah, I stopped off to see an old friend.”

“The fiancee? Or the other one you’re fighting with?” Dewey knew the answer, having been informed of the visit before Xander arrived.

“The other one. We got into it again, and then, her husband showed up. He said some things…some things that made me think I was wrong about him.”

If I’m wrong, then what’s right? ‘Cause I’ve always thought I knew the difference. There was no middle ground in the world he lived. You were either good or evil. Demon or human. And if you were straddling the line, then you were looked at cautiously. He liked Clem. Clem was a good demon, but Xander wouldn’t put it passed Clem to have a darker side.

Dewey could see the wheels turning, and he needed them to stop. He didn’t want Xander to give whatever Spike said to him credence.

“Since you’re in such a charitable, forgiving mood, why don’t you go see the ex? I’m sure she’s had time to think a little bit clearer. Maybe, she’s ready to do some forgiving of her own.” Dewey prompted.

“Maybe, I don’t know.”

“What’s to know. You go buy her some flowers, and show up. Surprise, I still love you and want us to get back together. I’ve changed and all that other stuff we say to them.” Dewey slapped Xander on the back. “What do you have to lose?”

“Nothing.” Xander said with a smile. He really liked Dewey. It was nice having a male friend to chat with. It didn’t take away any of the love he felt for Buffy and Willow, but sometimes he needed a man’s perspective on things.”

“I think I will, Dew. Now, about those steel beams.” He stated, closing the subject for now.

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“You are the most stubborn woman I’ve ever met.”

“Well, same here buddy. I can’t believe you. We decided to do the home birth, and what do you blurt out to the Home Health nurse? ‘What about the hospital?’ Have you completely forgotten you are a vampire? What if the baby comes during the day?”

Spike gripped the steering wheel tightly. He could strangle her. He could. Who was he kidding? He couldn’t, but that didn’t prevent him from wishing he could. “I have not forgotten what I am, but you’ve got to keep all your options open with the baby. And there isn’t a place in Sunnydale, I can’t get into during the day.”

Buffy turned in her seat, her eyes mocking. “Oh, yeah, what about the Bronze or… or the Java Hut? Can’t get into those places.” She felt the insanely childish urge to stick her tongue out at him.

“You’re trying to provoke me aren’t you?”

Buffy huffed and flung her blonde tresses over her shoulder. “Buffy, I just want you and Bitty to be safe. I don’t want any complications. Back in my time, there were too many women, both rich and poor who died during childbirth. I don’t want to take any chances with you.”

They’d stopped at a traffic light. Buffy reached across the seat, and their fingers laced together. “I know, but times have changed a lot Spike. This will be a piece of cake in comparison to some of the things we’ve faced. I’m going to deliver a healthy, baby girl at home with you and Dawn by my side.” She looked up, her hazel eyes soft and inviting. Spike leaned over and kissed her softly, slowly on the lips.

“Promise.”

Buffy caressed his cheek. “I promise.”

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Tara checked her watch again wondering where was Willow. They were supposed to meet in between classes, but that was nearly a half-hour ago. She tried her cell again.

“Tara, honey, I’m sorry. I got stuck in the library. I’m coming across the quad now.”

Tara looked up, and sure enough, there was her favorite red-head speed walking across the grassy quad with an arm-full of books.

“Let me get some of those.” Tara looked at the titles, most of which were physiology and electrical circuitry texts.

“I wanted to make sure I knew everything there was to know about the human brain and computer wiring. I mean I know what I’m doing, I just want to be very sure of what I doing.” Willow said breathlessly.

“Willow, you’ll be fine. And Giles will be there with you every step of the way. So, no worries, please. All Spike and Buffy want to hear today is the details of the surgery and what could happen.” Tara pulled her keys out of her jacket pocket, trying to balance the books on her leg while opening the trunk.

“See that’s the tricky thing about mixing science and magic. We’re using a spell to put Spike under and to keep the demon under control. Then, we’re using anatomy to cut into his brain. Then, I’ve got to snip the correct wires to deactivate the failsafe on the chip. It’s a lot of stuff to worry about, and I’m worried I can’t do it.”

“I’m not worried. I have faith in you, Will. Have some in yourself.” Tara grabbed her chin in a light grasp, and pulled Willow’s mouth to hers. “Come on let’s get going. We’ve still got to go get Dawn from school and get something to eat. I’m starved.”

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Reginald Smythe-Bailey was a third generation Watcher. He understood the importance of his duty, and took his job seriously. Which was the reason he joined a small, but growing faction within the Council looking to oust Quentin Travers. They knew he had sanctioned many operations that fell outside of the Council’s charter. They’d been particularly interested in the existence of the only slayer to survive into her twenties, Buffy Summers. Reginald listened with apprehension as Travers prepared to visit the Magic Box, and the unsuspecting group gathered inside. Things were being coordinated across the pond, and he could only hope his leaders were able to get their operatives in place before it was too late.

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“Willow, do you want to go first or do you want me to do it?” Giles asked, though he was no more eager to discuss the specifics of the prophecy than Willow was to discuss the chip removal.

“Umm...you can go. I...”

Spike rolled his eyes. He was appreciative of all the effort done on his behalf, but he wasn’t getting any younger.

“Hey, let’s stop the polite ping pong and get on with this. Red, ladies first.”

Buffy lifted her eyes to Willow’s face, and smiled. She nodded, affirming in Willow’s mind her faith in her.

“Okay. Where to start? Last time we talked, I told you Warren was working on a way to control the chip. He didn’t get a chance to finish his computations, but his work went a great way in helping me figure out how to deactivate the chip.” She looked up to see if she still had their attention. She did. Dawn had moved from the stairs to stand at Spike’s shoulder. Her hand rested there. Spike reached up to grasp her hand, giving it a squeeze.

“We’ve all assumed Spike’s chip works on intent. If he intends to harm a human, then the chip shocks him. I’ve discovered that isn’t exactly the case. Because there have been times, when Spike has struck out without intending to harm, and the chip has fired. Namely, when he hit Tara. He didn’t intend to hurt her. He wanted to prove she wasn’t a demon.”

Buffy’s brow furrowed, and she fervently wished she was a brainiac like Willow. “I don’t get it. If it’s not intent, then what makes it fire?”

“It works through visual stimulation. Anything that looks like a human, he is unable to harm. Anything that looks like a demon, he can wail on without pain. It’s all an illusion.” Willow said, proudly. She looked at Buffy expecting to see a smile on her face, and instead got the crumbling, crying face of hormonal Buffy.

“Buffy, luv. She didn’t mean you were a demon.” Spike cajoled, trying not to laugh and comfort Buffy all at the same time.

“Oh, shut up. That’s exactly what she’s saying.” She said sniffling. She shot out of her seat. “What she’s really saying is that you look at me and see a demon. That’s why you were able to hit me. You asshole!”

“Buffy calm down. That’s not entirely the truth. I may have thought you were the world’s biggest bitch, but I still loved you, and was happy you were back.” Spike moved cautiously towards the trembling Slayer. One wrong move and he’d be sleeping on the sofa for a week. “You know I love you with all my heart, Buff. I don’t see you as a demon. It’s this stupid hunk of metal. You know I love your stubborn, breathtaking human self.”

Buffy stopped near the counter. She shuffled her feet, trying hard not to run and jump into his arms. “Really?”

“Really. I think you’re human. I know you’re human.” He corrected quickly.

Dawn rolled her eyes and took Buffy’s vacant chair. This would be funny if the situation wasn’t so serious. Spike finally got close to Buffy and took her hands in his, kissing each knuckle.

“Are we okay, luv?” He asked, nipping her skin with his teeth.

She was mesmerized, gobsmacked, and weak-kneed all at the same time. “Uh huh.” She nodded.

They all breathed a huge sigh of relief.

Spike sat down and pulled Buffy into his lap. He was still putting himself at great risk, but she could at least get to her hands before she smacked him. “Continue, Willow.”

Willow shuffled her papers, nervously. Tara touched her hand, and that gesture immediately calmed her.

“Okay, so what we have to do is deactivate the chip. The wires have embedded themselves deep inside Spike’s brain due to scar tissue. Unfortunately, we run the risk of blinding Spike when we remove it. But he should be okay within a few days. His sight should return to normal.”

“What about personality wise? Will the chip alter his personality?”

Willow looked to Giles for help. They had discussed this earlier. He stood up and faced Buffy and Spike.

“Willow and I think the demon will surge forward. There will be a moment when Spike’s demon will be out of control, so to speak. It could be a quick or it may take hours or days for Spike’s dominant personality to bring the demon under control.” Giles knelt and took Buffy’s hands in his. “Spike will be okay, Buffy. He can control the demon.” He stated emphatically. He wanted to believe that. He needed to believe it, as much as Buffy did.

“Spike, we’ll use magic to put you under, then I’ll cut into your scalp and pull the chip out. I’ve never done any kind of surgery, so I’ll understand if you want to find a real doctor to do this.” Willow waited for some reply from either blonde.

Buffy turned in Spike’s lap, her hazel eyes reaching out to touch his. She didn’t want to lose her Spike for a second, for a minute, but she knew in her heart he loved her, and would fight to come back to her as soon as he could.

Dawn studied her parents, her siblings. There was so much they weren’t sure of. There was so much they didn’t know, but she believed in Spike as much as Buffy did. She knew he would return to them, to their house, to their home.

Spike leaned forward. “I love you, Buffy Anne Summers with all that I am. I want to do this for you, but if you’re scared or unsure, I won’t.”

Buffy rested her head against his, feeling his strength and love through the simple touch. “I love you, William Develin. I want you to do this for you because I know this is what you want. I’m scared and I’m unsure, but not of you.” She lifted her head and kissed his forehead, right in the area where he experienced the pain of the chip.

Spike looked around the table, taking in the faces of the people he’d come to call friend. Anya smiled and nodded her head. Tara gave a quick, slight smile and lowered hers. Giles and Willow seemed to be waiting with baited breath for his reply. Dawn, his Bit, his best friend, leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

“I love you, Spike. Always have, always will.”

Then, the strangest thing occurred, he felt Bitty, his little one. He felt her love wash over him. She had faith in him too.

“When do we do it?”

“Maybe, we can be of some assistance?” Travers asked, strolling into the Magic Box with his assistant in tow.

Spike pushed Buffy behind him, shielding her and Dawn.

“There’s no need for that, Mr. Spike. I mean your w... Slayer any harm. Look, it is only me and my aide, Mr. Smythe-Bailey.”

Giles stared at Travers, trying to get the Ripper under control. He felt like Spike at the moment. He wanted Buffy and Dawn as far away from Quentin Travers as possible.

“Ms. Summers, I believe congratulations are in order.” Travers approached the table. Tara and Anya scrambled out of their seats, giving the older man a wide berth. Anya moved to stand beside Giles, who instinctively took her hand. Willow and Tara held hands too, but Travers ignored them in favor of staring Spike and Buffy down. Buffy took a deep breath and step from behind Spike. Her hand took his, while her other splayed across her belly.

“What do you want?” She asked through clenched teeth.

Travers tsked. He pulled a chair out and sat down, brushing imaginary lint off his trousers. “I came here because news of my slayer’s pregnancy just reached my desk, and I’m met with hostility and anger. That can’t be good for your baby, Buffy.”

Buffy grabbed Spike before he could haul Quentin up and out of his chair and through the front window. “You don’t mention her again.”

“Mr. Spike, please. No violence in front of the child.” Travers said, pointing to Dawn, who pulled her body up to its full height and stared daggers at him.

“What do you want? I won’t ask you again.”

“I want to be of help, that’s all. It’s obvious you’re aware of the prophecy that foretold your child’s birth. I just wanted you to be aware the Council is aware of it too. We want to assist you in bringing your baby into this world.”

Buffy felt Spike’s body humming under her hand, and knew if she eased up a little bit, Travers would be dead. “I told you not to speak of her again. That was your last warning.”

Travers seemed to realize he’d pushed that button long enough. He turned to regard Giles, noting the linked hands of the Watcher and the demon. “Young lady weren’t you with.. oh, my, he’s missing. I thought you were with someone else.” Travers said steely, his eyes never leaving Giles’ face.

“Leave her out of this, Quentin.”

“Leave her out of what, Rupert? I’m just making an observation. I should warn you they say interoffice romances are doomed.” Travers hadn’t had this much fun in years. Not since, Buffy’s test. They’d almost rid themselves of this annoying Slayer, but she’d survived that and all other attempts to end her life.

“You’re an evil man!” Anya spat. Travers merely smiled at her, but there was no warmth behind the smile.

“Mr. Smythe-Bailey has something for you. A peace offering of sorts, would you like to see it Buffy? Rupert? Mr. Spike?“ Reginald placed a manila folder on the table.

When no one made a move for it, Travers sighed dramatically. “I’ll just leave this for you to peruse. I’m feeling rather knackered. We’ll be returning to our hotel. Please let me know what you think of our proposal, Ms. Summers. Or is it Mrs. Develin. I never know with you young folks these days.”

As soon as Travers and Reginald exited the store, Buffy collapsed into Spike’s arm. He lowered her into the chair. “Buffy, is alright. He won’t get to you or the Bit or the baby.”

At Tara’s gasp, Buffy looked up. Spike stood, his eyes seeking out the cause of the excitement. He picked the folder up, and stared at it.

Come again? He thought. Since when did Travers develop a good nature? Oh yeah, like never.

Buffy tried to read Spike‘s reaction to what he was reading, but for once, he was unreadable. “Spike, I want to see it. Please.” She begged, holding out her hand for it. Spike looked to Giles for approval or for support, Buffy wasn’t sure. It was driving her crazy, though.

“Spike, the folder, please!”

Spike handed it to her, still unsure if this was some trick or treat from the bastard. He was loathed to put his trust in Travers, but if this was the real thing, then they could proceed without delay.

Buffy stared at the papers, her eyes reading what was written, her mind not quite believing what she had in her hands. The diagrams for the chip. Specs and instructions on the chip removal from teh Initiative files. Travers had them all along. He had truly given them an olive branch. As Buffy stared unseeing at the papers, she wondered what was the price of acceptance? Would it be her child or her husband, and could they refuse?

Part 22:

>i>January 12th

This is the third night I’ve awakened to the memory of blood and darkness. Darkness so thick and so enveloping, I felt as if I was choking, drowning under its weight. I know not why these dreams are visiting me. Are they a warning of what’s to come? Are they symbolic of the strength and power I feel growing stronger inside my belly everyday? I know there is something special about my child. I have not told Henri. Why? My mind asks me repeatedly. Why keep a secret of this magnitude from the man you loved? I have no answers for my hesitancy. I guess it has to do with the fact, Henri is so worried about Monsieur Jayme and the Council. He doesn’t say it, but he wishes I’d never contacted him. I understand his fear. I am afraid too, but I trust Monsieur Jayme. He has always had my best interest at heart, even when I didn’t have it myself.>/i>


Trust is a funny thing. Buffy thought, staring still at the file. She knew there was nothing honest or trustworthy about Travers. This was a trap. She knew it. Felt it in her bones, but what if this part of the trap could help Spike. Did she dare refuse it? Was it even her decision to make? Buffy’s head rose and she smiled as Spike stared at her, his eyes searching her face. She nodded. She didn’t know what she was nodding to, but Spike would know. He pried the file out of her hands, handing it to Giles. He opened his arms, and Buffy walked into them, a sigh on her lips. What to do? What to do? Accept a deal from the devil or trust they could handle this themselves?

“We don’t have to use his information, Pet. I don’t trust the wanker one bit. I wouldn’t be surprised if that bloody thing is a trap.” Spike threaded his fingers through her golden locks, marveling at the softness. Everything was soft about her now, except her fiery temper.

“He’s not stupid, Spike. He’d die. It’s pure and simple as that. He’d die if he betrayed us. I wouldn’t hesitate.” Buffy told him, her voice icy cold. “Martine trusted the Council and it got her killed. I don’t trust Travers. He’s after something. More than likely, he wants to… to… to take the baby. I won’t let him. You won’t let him.” She told Spike.

The tick had returned to Spike’s cheek. She knew the idea that someone could come and take Bitty was never far from his mind. Buffy wanted to pull him in her arms and comfort him, but there were no words she could say to alleviate his fear or her own.

“But we won’t let that happen.” She said with a certainty that made Giles smile.

“I know that. He won’t get his grubby hands on my Bitty. Not while I’m still standing.” He pledged.

“I second Spike’s vow, Buffy. I will not let any harm come to your child. I promise you that. With Travers in town, we’ll have to move up our plans.” Giles told her, standing behind Spike.

“But we don’t know have all we need to complete the surgery…” Willow remarked cautiously. You never knew which direction Buffy’s moods would swing, and she didn’t want to be on the receiving end of a Buffy snap. “Don’t hate me, Buffy, but what if Travers is telling the truth, and this isn’t a trap? Shouldn’t we take a minute to determine if it is or not?” Willow shifted under the steady gazes of the two blondes.

Buffy and Spike pulled their gazes away from Willow and looked at each other. A silent conversation was played out, and a decision was made. Giles had always been amazed at the level of awareness between the two, whether it be in fighting or strategizing, but now, the bond seemed even stronger. “We can wait, Willow. I don’t much like putting all our eggs into one basket anyway. We’ll give his stuff the once-over, then we can make an intelligent, non-emotional, less mistrustful decision.” Spike grinned, and nipped her nose with his blunt teeth. Emotional Buffy was a difficult nut to crack, and he didn’t relish the snarky attitude she would bring. Give him Quippy Buffy any day.

“The chip is important, but we have someone else, who’s more important to worry about. Take as long as you like, Red. It’ll give us a chance to plan our next move, and go to that awful Lamaze class.”

Buffy grinned, her straight, even teeth peering out from behind her lips. “Childbirth is a beautiful thing, Spike.”

Spike nodded his head, a grin plastered on his face. “Yes, it is, but back in my day, the father waited patiently outside, sipping his cognac, while the mother had the baby.” He was glad he had his arms around Buffy because the look she sent him had him afraid for his dangling bits. “Just kidding, luv. Nothing is keeping me out of the delivery room.”

“Spike.” She warned.

“Bathroom.” He reluctantly admitted, though the idea of having their child in the same place they washed demon guts off still grossed him out. But he was a whipped man, and he’d do anything to keep Buffy happy. “I’ll be there for the whole thing.”

Anya smiled watching as the tension slowly flowed out of Buffy’s body. Buffy had Spike to take the edge off. Well, she wanted Giles to do the same for her. She slipped her arm around his waist, needing to reassure herself that everything was still okay between them.

“Are you alright, my dear?” Giles asked, turning slightly to peer down at her.

“I’m fine. Are you okay?” Anya asked, her fingers stroking Giles’ side softly.

“Yes. I am. My main concern is you. What he said…” Anya put her hand to her mouth, shushing him.

“He didn’t say anything that wasn’t the truth. I was engaged to Xander, but I’m not now. I’m with you.” She smiled, reaching up on tiptoes to press her lips to Giles’.

“So what do we do now?” Tara asked.

Buffy squeezed Spike tighter, wanting to melt into his skin, but she couldn’t. “Hop on the next bus out of town. Hide out at Marie’s place until the baby’s born.” Buffy felt Spike’s laughter, and kissed his T-shirt clad chest once before pulling back to answer Tara’s question.

“We are going to go have a chat, away from the nosy ears of Mr. Travers and his bunch.” Buffy said loudly. “Do you guys mind staying with Dawn until we get back? I know at sixteen, she can take care of herself, but I’d feel better with someone to watch over her.”

“We’ll do.” Willow told her. “You guys go do what heroes do, and we’ll be here waiting on you. Maybe, we can order pizza and have movie night at your house.”

Spike wrapped his arm around Buffy’s shoulders, keeping her close by. He brushed his lips over her temple, and wished he’d taken her and the Bit as far away from here as possible. What he wouldn’t give to be back in New Orleans, holding Buffy closely and dancing to the sounds of the night. “That would be nice, Red. We haven’t seen you in oh, 8 hours.” Willow stuck her tongue out at Spike.

“Dawn, don’t go outside by yourself. We don’t know what Travers will do, okay?”

Dawn nodded, her ponytail bobbing behind her. “I will. Just take care of each other.” She said.

Spike smiled at his best friend, and followed Buffy and Giles to the basement door. “So where are we going?”

“The one place Travers’ crew wouldn’t be able to bug.... Willy’s.” Buffy said with a grin. She liked Willy. She really did. When he wasn’t being a sniveling little creep out to sell her out at the first chance.

“Willy’s it is, then. Spike, you go through the tunnels. I’ll drive Buffy over.”

“Sounds like a plan. Take care of your Momma, Bitty.” Spike’s hand caressed Buffy’s cheek. She clasped it, their wedding bands clinking softly.

“Be careful, Spike. I love you.”

“I know.” Spike leaned forward, kissing her. Buffy watched him descend the stairs before turning back to Giles.

“Let’s go.” Giles recognized the tone. The Slayer was back, and he actually pitied the fool who tried to hurt what was hers.


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Reginald took Travers’ briefcase and retreated to the bedrooms, allowing Travers to converse privately with Shackleford and Dewey.

“That went better than planned. I do so love irritating that bunch. Have they said anything since I left?”

Shackleford chuckled. The old man really got off on this stuff. “Nothing pertinent. The Slayer, her husband, and the Watcher left a short while ago. They wanted to discuss things outside of our surveillance.”

“Doesn’t matter. They’ll discover that the plans are quite legitimate and come to me. And when they do, I’ll ask them for Jayme’s diary as payment for my services.”

Dewey scoffed. “You really think they are going to up and hand it to you? This group is nothing, if not suspicious. They won’t trust you.” Shackleford glared at Dewey. He didn’t speak unless spoken to. Travers didn’t seem to care and only shook his head.

“Oh, I know full well, they don’t trust me, but that’s where our young friend comes in. When Warren arrives, he’ll be enough of a distraction to them, they’ll readily accept my help. They won’t have a choice. Spike wants to protect his family, and he can’t do it against a human.”

It really was fascinating. How was it possible a soulless vampire could exhibit all the signs of humanity? Well, William the Bloody wasn’t your conventional vampire. It was better in Travers’ mind to dismiss Spike as being a fluke, a one-of-a-kind creature. Giving the vampire too much credit, would go against all the Council’s teachings, and that wasn’t an option.

Dewey turned back to the recorder, assuming his part in this conversation was over. He rose up, halfway out of his chair, when he saw Xander strolling down the street towards the Magic Box.

“Harris is here. Do you want me to go head him off?”

“No, let Mr. Harris visit his friends. Let’s see if he’s welcomed back into the fold with open arms.” Travers settled back into his chair, his fingers tented in front of him.


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“Can I just say again how much I hate the Council?” Dawn shouted, plopping down into a chair at the research table. She traced patterns on the table, wondering what she could do to help.

“You can, and I’ll second it.” Willow stated. “I wish there was something we could do.”

“There really isn’t anything that can be done until the wretched man makes his move. I thought demons were devious, but Travers takes the prize.” Anya stood behind the counter, contemplating her next move. Did she restock and risk getting all sweaty and dirty? Or did she sit primly and wait for Giles’ return? If she got sweaty, the possibility of fun in the shower with Giles would be high. But then again, if she sat around and waited patiently, imagining all the things they could be doing, then he wouldn’t make it out of the store until tomorrow morning. Hmm. Which one to choose?

“Ah, guys, Anya’s got that look on her face again. The one she used to have with Xander. The one where you just know she’s thinking about sex. Eww! She’s thinking about sex with Giles.” Dawn grimaced. She leaned back in her chair. She wasn’t as grossed out as she made to be. She actually thought it was pretty cool. The stodgy, English Watcher hooking up with the blunt, assertive vengeance demon. Only in Sunnydale, could you pull something like that off.

Willow rolled her eyes. “She does look happy. Doesn’t she?” Willow thumped her head softly against the table. “I’m an awful friend. I should tell Xander. If he finds out, he’s going to be crushed, but it’ll be worse, when he discovers we all knew and didn’t say anything.” Tara rubbed her back, consoling her as best she could.

“Willow, what would you have us say to him? Xander hasn’t exactly been around us to talk to, and to be honest, he’s been plain mean.” Tara huffed.

“Yeah, Willow. As much as I love Xander, he isn’t my favorite person at the moment.” And Dawn hated that, but he couldn’t accept Spike. If he couldn’t accept Spike, then she couldn’t be friends with him. Spike was family. He stayed when everyone else left, including her Dad.

Anya smiled as the endless possibilities for her evening with Giles played out in her head. She decided she could dream about a naked Giles, and still give the appearance of helping with research. Those images would keep her from falling face first into whatever boring thing she was reading.

Anya clapped her hands loudly, strutting purposely over to the table. “Okay, we can’t just sit here and dawdle, ladies. Let’s hop to it. We need information. We need to find out if this is the real thing.” She said, holding up the file. “And we need to have something for Spike and Buffy to think about tonight. Okay? Alright.”

Three sets of eyes gazed at her. Each woman was wondering what the hell had happened, and was it contagious.

“Alright, you heard the task master. Let’s get to it.”

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Xander watched unnoticed as the four women poured over the computer and the papers strewn haphazardly across the table. His heart tightened as he watched Willow laugh and whisper to Tara. As he watched Dawn, lean over and pass a piece of paper to Anya. Anya… She looked beautiful as usual. And he supposed that old adage was true. Absence does make the heart grow fonder. He missed her. He missed them all. He didn’t see Giles, Buffy, or Spike, which might have been a blessing. He wasn’t ready for another encounter with the Develins, and knew instinctively, that Giles would be on Buffy’s side. He’d stated as much a few weeks ago.

Screw up your courage, and go inside.

The door chimed. Anya looked up from her reading, her eyes narrowing to slits at the presence of her ex in her store.

“Hi, guys.” Xander stepped down onto the main level. “Gosh, this place looks different.”

Anya stood up, the paper in her hand forgotten. “Nothing changed here. Maybe, it’s you.” She said bluntly.

Xander winced at the pain of that simple statement. He had no defense. “I still care.”

“Do you?” Willow asked. The pain in her voice broke Xander’s heart. He’d hurt her most of all with his indifference, and she was the one he loved the most.

“I do. I love Buffy. I love all of you.” He said, looking at Anya, but she had her back to him. She didn’t want to hear what he had to say. She didn’t want to hear his protestations of love. He was too late. She’d found someone to love her. Someone who accepted her. She wouldn’t go back.

“You have a funny way of showing it, Xander. Why can’t you be happy for Spike and Buffy? Why can’t you see that he loves us? More than his own life, he loves us.” Dawn stood up, and walked over to him. Her face was drawn and her blue eyes teary. “Why can’t you love us and accept that Spike’s changed?”

Xander reached out to caress her cheek, and the first tear fell. He desperately wanted to tell Dawn that he believed in Spike, but he didn’t, and he would be lying if he did. “I’m trying, Dawn. I want to believe he has, but…”

“But nothing, Xander. You either believe that the man who fought beside us is our friend and ally or you don’t. You can have your doubts, but this goes much deeper than doubts. Doesn’t it?” Tara smiled to soften the brunt of her accusations. She wanted to believe in Xander. She knew he was a good man, but he had to face what the real problem was or he’d never be free of his demon.

“Why are you here, Xander? Progress report?” Anya sneered.

Xander actually smiled at that. He was here to see how things were going. “Actually, yes.”

Xander knelt in front of Willow. “I want to help. And maybe, you can help me see what I’m missing.” Willow reached out for his hand, and squeezed it tightly.

“If you really want to help, we could use you.” She smiled. “Especially with Travers in town. I think he threatened Buffy and Spike, but it was all entwined with innuendoes and other stuff.”

“Travers is here. Where are Buffy and Spike now? Does Giles know?” Xander asked.

“Buffy, Giles, and Spike went to Willy’s to talk. They figured this place must be under surveillance again since Travers knew about the chip. He brought them an Initiative file on the it.” Dawn answered, edging closer to the table. She wasn’t willing to just accept Xander back with open arms, but he did seem to be concerned, and they needed all the help they could get.

“Good thing, you ladies have me here to protect you.” Xander joked. He could be the court jester. He could bring a smile to their faces, if nothing else.

“Thanks, Xander. I don’t know what we’d do without your big, burly muscles to protect us.” Willow joked back, throwing her arms around his neck. “I’ve missed my Xander Panda.” She whispered against his hair.

“I’ve missed you, Willow. All of you.”

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Trekking through the tunnels seemed like a great idea at first, but it provided Spike with way too much time to think. And in Spike’s opinion, this was one subject he was tired of thinking about. Life was so much simpler when he didn’t have all these warring emotions flowing through his body. He was a vampire. He ate people. He bathed in their blood. He had no remorse for the killings he’d committed. Then he decides to come to Sunnydale to bag his third Slayer, simple enough plan. Come to Sunnydale, take out the bint, get Dru healed, and be back on his way on the Murder Express to Hell. But no, he had to fall in love with her. Fall in love with her so deeply, that he’ll endure anything to keep her and her merry band of men safe.

Funny thing, he’d only been living his third life for 3 years, and he knew without a doubt, this was the best life of his long history. Loving Buffy had freed him. Loving Buffy had strengthened him, and he could look back on his first life without cringing. Yeah, he was a ponce, and he’d always been love’s bitch, but he hadn’t been a bad man. Shy, yes. Nerdy, most definitely, but William had a kind soul. And for some reason, Spike had a soul too. It was the small blonde woman who curled around his body each night. It was the brunette in the adjacent room who was his best friend. And it was the tiny being, nestled inside her mother’s womb, who would call him Daddy one day.

Spike smiled as he crawled up the manhole into Willy’s backroom. He felt her before he saw her.

“Hello, wife.”

“Hello, hubby. Nice walk?” Buffy was sitting on a crate, her feet swinging back and forth. She looked so young and happy.

“Yep. Explain to me, why we didn’t take my car?” Buffy gasped, having forgotten Spike didn’t know about the new dent to his baby.

“Uh, I don’t know. I guess I forgot I had the Desoto.” She admitted. Just get the car home and in the garage before he sees it.

“Where’s Giles?” Spike thought Buffy was acting strangely, but dismissed as being attributed to her fluctuating hormones and Travers.

“Having a shot of bourbon. I think Travers’ quip about Anya upset him more than he wanted to admit.” Buffy told him, glad to escape an inquisition about his car. She’d tell him later. Much later, after sex. Spike slid between her legs, wrapping his arms around her neck.

“I’m sure Mr. Goody-Two Shoes is full of guilt. That’s why I’m glad I’m the Big Bad. I don’t feel guilt.“ Spike said proudly.

“Okay, Daddy. Whatever you say, but I remember someone feeling something close to guilt when he ate all of my Cherry Garcia the other night.“ Buffy winked.

“That wasn’t guilt, Buffy. That was...“

Buffy arched her brow, daring him to tell the biggest lie to come out of his mouth in over a month.

“Fine. I’ll leave Rup and Anya alone.“

“Thank you. You’re the bestest husband in the whole wide world.“ Buffy flung her arms around his neck and gave him a long, wet kiss for his trouble.

“Why thank you, Mrs. Develin. I do try.“ He said against her lips. “I meant what I said back at the Box. We don’t have to use Travers’ file. I trust Rupert and Willow. I know they aren’t out to kill me.”

Buffy leaned her head back, resting it on Spike’s clutched hands. “They’ll be glad to hear that. You know it isn’t them, I’m worried about. That dream this morning. It was a Slayer dream. Someone we trust is going to betray us. I know it, and while they may not do it intentionally, it’s going to happen.”

Spike sucked on his bottom, pondering what to say to her. “I trust them. You trust them. Whatever Martine was trying to tell you in that dream, I don’t think it’s about them.”

Buffy’s gaze lingered on his bottom lip. She reached out and traced it with her fingers. “Stop playing with your lip or we’ll add Willy’s to our long list of Sunnydale sex spots.”

The idea had merit. Spike thought. He chuckled at the lustful gleam in Buffy‘s eye. Now was not the time to scratch their various itches. “Come on, Pet. I’ll stop enticing you, when you stop trying to seduce me.”

“Never.” She said cheekily.

“Damn right.”

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England

“Get ready. We leave in twenty minutes.” The door slammed shut, and Warren was left alone again. A letter had arrived early that day from his captor, telling him of his move. He was going home. Back to Sunnydale. The only thing expected of him was that he finish the job he’d started. They wanted him to kill the Slayer. Terrorize her family and friends. If he did what they wanted, they would make him disappear. The police, the army, no one would be able to touch him. It was only as he sat on his bed, waiting, did he realize what exactly that could mean.

He had to get away from these people. He’d play their game until he got an opportunity to bolt. Then, he was going to hit Mexico, and hide out till they forgot all about him. He didn’t care one way or the other whether Buffy and Spike lived. As long as they weren’t breathing down his neck, he wished them all the best with the little rugrat they were having. But then again, he figured he owed Buffy a little retribution for ruining his plans. And if she happened to die in the process, well, bully for him.

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“What do you want to do, Buffy? Spike? It really isn’t my decision to make. It’s yours.” Giles leaned back in his seat and regarded the hand-holding couple across from him. “We all know Travers is after the baby. Be it to prevent her birth or to take her is, in fact, unclear.”

Buffy struggled not to collapse into tears. It was very hard to think about this rationally, when every cell in her body was telling her to flee.

You tried that once before with Dawn, and you saw how well that worked. Her mind reminded her.

Spike caressed her hand with his thumb, knowing the war that was being battled within her. Flee or stand and fight.

“Spike?” She asked timidly. “This is your decision. I’ll stand behind any decision you make. Chip or no chip won’t make me love you any less.”

“Well, that’s good to know.” He quipped. “I want the chip out. If it’s not Travers or Warren, then it’ll be someone else. I want to be able to protect you. Always, forever.” Buffy tugged his hand, and he leaned over to kiss her mouth, lingering slightly before pulling back.

Giles smiled. It was good to see them together, standing firm in their defense of each other and their family. It would make his suggestion easier, he hoped to take. “I think we should use Travers’ information if it turns out to be the real thing. If we do, he’s going to ask for something in return.”

No, not something. Someone in return. Buffy stood up. “I won’t allow him to have Bitty. It’s bad enough he gets control over me and Faith. I won’t allow the same fate to befall my daughter.”

“Are you daft?” Spike spat. “Travers has tried to kill Buffy. He wasn’t exactly thrilled with her being with Angel. I’m sure he’s doing cartwheels about us. Do you really think the Council’s opinion on vampire/slayer relations has changed in two hundred years? Do you really think he’ll allow us to raise our own child? You’re a bloody fool if you do!” Spike joined Buffy in stalking the small room.

Giles pinched the bridge of his nose. He had to remember he was dealing with two individuals, who under the best situations were quick tempered and easily agitated. The added burden and worry for their child would make them ten times worse. “Buffy, please sit down.” Giles pointed to the empty chair. Buffy took a deep breath, and sat down, though her crossed arms and tightly clenched jaw showed her agitation.

“Spike? Please.” Giles implored. Spike shot him a hard look, but he stopped his stomping to stand behind Buffy. They laced their fingers together and waited with heavy heart for Giles to tell them what he thought.

“I’m not naive enough to believe the Council has changed their stance on relations between slayers and vampires, and no, I don’t think Travers has changed his opinion of Buffy. Or me for that matter. He hates us because we don’t tow the line, so to speak. Buffy’s the first of her kind that’s totally disregarded the restrictions and regulations imposed by the Council. She always has. Before Angel, before you, Spike, Buffy was following her own path.” He sounded so proud of her, both Spike and Buffy smiled.

“But there is a child now. A child conceived through a prophecy.”

“Through love.” Buffy told him. “She was conceived through our love for each other. I don’t care about her destiny. She’s not even born yet, and already there are people deciding her fate.”

Giles looked down, unsure of how to proceed.

“I’m not trying to decide her fate. I’m trying to keep her alive and with you.” Giles told her hotly. “I love that child, too. She’s your daughter, Buffy, which means I love her because she’s a part of you. But I also know the Council. The fact Travers made his presence known means he knows about Dawn and Bitty. He knows she will be a powerful force. He wants to control her. I don’t want him anywhere near her, but we have to think smartly. Until she obtains her powers, we have to placate the devil to keep her safe. That’s all I’m suggesting. Play Travers for the pompous ass he is, while enacting our own agenda.”

“You devious bastard.” Spike said with a smirk. ”Are you suggesting we double cross, Mr. Travers, your boss? I’m so proud of you.”

Giles wanted to pop him, but he didn’t. He could only smile, and salute him with his glass. “What can I say, Spike. You’ve rubbed off on me.”

Buffy scrunched her nose. “Confused and hungry now. You’re not going to let him have her?”

“Buffy, my dear, I’d never let Travers near her. Not even to change her diapers. But we have to have a plan in place. We need to proceed. Do more research. Travers brought this to us now for a reason. We need to figure that reason out. I don’t know how much time we have, but nothing is going to happen to you or your baby.”

“Oh, Giles, I’m sorry. I didn’t...” The chair scraped the floor as she moved to get up. Giles met her halfway and they hugged. “I can’t think straight. I love them too much.” She offered weakly.

“And we love you. I think we’ll discover that those plans are legitimate, but we’ll let Travers believe we’re still investigating. We’ll let Willow handle that part. I’ll continue reading Jayme’s diary. The man wanted to be forgiven for his sins. He would have made sure there was some way to protect the baby. I just need to dig deeper.”

Spike desperately wanted a cigarette, some alcohol, something to take the edge off. “Okay, first, let me get my wife something to eat. French fries and hot sauce, okay?”

Buffy nodded yes. “Then, we’re going to plan out the next few days. Travers isn’t through pulling our chains yet. We need to be prepared for any eventuality. And Rupert, thanks. I don’t say it enough, but thanks for everything. Buffy, Dawn, trusting me with them and other things. I appreciate it.”

Spike walked out of the room, leaving Giles stunned into silence, and Buffy beaming with pride.


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It was dark by the time they got back to the Magic Shop. Xander had treated the girls to pizza, and they sat around the research table reading the papers Travers had left. To say, Buffy, Spike, and Giles were surprised by his presence, would have been an understatement of the highest magnitude.

Giles looked quickly at Anya, who smiled from her position by the door. She wanted to drag him to the back and reacquaint herself with his lips, but knew this was neither the time nor the place. And contrary to popular belief, she didn’t want to see Xander eviscerated or hurt by her relationship with Giles. He may not have been the man for her, but he did have his good points. Giles forced his legs to carry him away from Anya, and to the young man who’d turned his back on them weeks ago.

“Xander, it’s good to see you.” Giles said amiably, extending his hand to the brunette.

“Giles, it’s good to see you too. Anya told me about Travers’ visit. Man, just what we needed.”

Giles swore his heart stopped beating for a split second when Xander mentioned Anya. He had no problem with her telling him, but they’d decided to do it together.

“We needed? Does that mean you’re back?” Buffy asked from the doorway. What had changed from that morning? Why was Xander acting as if they were all buddy buddy? Why can’t I forget that dream and what Martine said? Was Xander the wolf? Should they be worried about him?

Spike sensed her hesitation and rested his hand in the small of her back. He gave her a soft push forward. Buffy looked up at him, her hazel eyes unsure.

“I’m here, Pet. If he’s going to do something, he’s going to have to get past a whole lot of powerful folks. Don’t worry about it.” They would need all the help they could get. He knew the whelp wanted him dusty, but he’d die before he let something happen to Dawn or Buffy.

“I would like to help if I can.” Xander offered.

“Thanks, Harris. We could use you. Especially with Travers in town.” Spike put his body between Buffy and Xander. He couldn’t dismiss Buffy’s fears entirely, and she was definitely weary around Xander.

“We’ve got leftover pizza, Buffy. If you guys are hungry?” Dawn suggested, trying to break the tension in the room. Where was that old knife when you needed it?

Buffy smiled. “We ate at Willy’s, but bring the box home for later.” Dawn giggled at the conspiratorial whisper Buffy used.

“So, what did you guys find out? Anything pertinent?” Buffy asked, getting back to business. Xander assumed Buffy wasn’t going to exclude him since she hadn’t said anything. It was a small step back into the group, but he’d made it, and he was glad for it.

“Nope. The basic schematics look legit. We compared them with Warren’s data, and so far so good.” Willow said, hunching her shoulders.

“Good. Good.” They would need to wait to later to fill Willow in on the plan. Buffy tried to yawn without Spike noticing, but he did.

Spike tapped Buffy on the shoulder, indicating they should get going. “It’s getting late. Why don’t we pick this up tomorrow? Buffy needs to get to bed, and the Niblet has homework to do.”

Buffy started to protest, but there was no denying this had been a long day. She was ready to get back home and into her robe, and prop her feet up. They hadn’t had a chance to discuss Travers’ appearance and everything else. They had a lot to think about. Not only the chip and Travers, but the Lamaze classes and the midwife, and everything else that came with being the Slayer. Spike needed to patrol, and... Shoot. To be honest, she wanted Spuffy time.

“Spike’s right. We’ve been gone all day. My feet hurt, and I’m ready to drop. Before we leave, I wanted to thank you all for everything you’ve done for us. I don’t know how I got to be so lucky to have all of you in my life, but I’m more than grateful.” Buffy twisted the hem of her shirt between her fingers.

“We’re lucky to have you too, Buffy.” Tara stated, knowing she spoke for all of them. Buffy blushed under the intense scrutiny.

All this mushiness was starting to chafe Spike uncomfortably. “Okay, enough. Go home. Have a good night.” Spike grabbed Buffy’s hand and pulled her and Dawn out of the shop.

“So, are you guys leaving or staying?” Xander asked.

“Well, Tara and I are going to go home, but if you want to hang, we can?” Willow gasped eagerly. Out of all of them, she’d enjoyed Xander’s presence the most. Though, there was some guilt clouding her day, she didn’t let it push out the extreme pleasure she felt in him being there.

“I could come over. Hang with you a bit. If Tara doesn’t mind?” Xander knew Tara wasn‘t happy with him of late, but he hoped he could appeal to her gentle and loving nature. But he knew from experience, she could be quite feisty when it came to Willow and Dawn, and quite surprisingly, Spike.

“Xander,” Tara said, exasperated. “Of course, I don’t mind. You’re welcomed anytime.” She walked over to Xander and gave him a quick, but strong hug. “Just don’t hurt Willow again.” She whispered in his ear.

Xander gulped, hearing the anger and strength behind the threat. “I won’t.”

“And I’ll be here, helping Anya to close.” Giles said, picking up the books that had been removed from the selves. “You all have a good evening.” Giles looked pointedly at Willow, who got the message to get Xander out of there.

“Anya, you can come with us, if you like? I’m sure Willow and Tara won’t mind you hanging out with us.” Xander said hopefully.

He looked so innocent. Sort of like a little puppy dog, begging for scraps, but she couldn’t do it. “Thanks, Xander, but I can’t leave the shop for Giles to lock up. There are things I have to do to help.”

Xander’s face fell. And a spurt of compassion wove its way into her heart. “But thanks for the offer. Maybe some other time.”

It was as if someone had given Xander the key to Fort Knox, the way his face lit up with happiness. “Some other time, then.” She didn’t say no. She didn’t shout. She didn’t say never, ever again.

Xander literally skipped out of the shop with his arms around Tara and Willow’s shoulder. As soon as they saw the cars pass by the window, Giles opened his arms, and Anya flew into them. She hugged him tightly, breathing in great gulps of his scent.

“I missed you.” She gasped against his mouth before she forgot what she was thinking entirely. They clutched at each other’s clothing, pulling a part for necessary seconds to catch their breaths. They finally pulled apart, and leaned against each other for support.

“I’m sorry you had to be here with Xander all afternoon.” Giles ran a thumb over her kiss-swollen lips.

Anya nipped his thumb with her teeth. “It was okay. He was actually being very nice. Not assholish at all. I just feel... so guilty. He wants to get back together. He wants to be friends. He... doesn’t know Giles. I can’t go back to that. I don’t love him like that anymore.” She buried her head in his chest, loving the feel of his hands on her back and her neck.

“We’ll tell him soon. I don’t like keeping secrets. No good comes of them.” No good at all.

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“If it alright Mr. Travers, I thought I might take a stroll? I have my stakes and holy water.” Reginald hoped Travers good mood from this afternoon extended to this evening. He had to phone Olivia and discuss the latest developments.

Travers sipped his brandy, tilting his head to the side to study the young man in front of him. The Smythe-Baileys were practically an institute within the Council. He’d been reluctant at first to take on young Reginald, but he’d shown himself to be quite reliable and even better, adept at keeping his secrets. He had been working the boy rather desperately over the last few months.

“Yes, go. I’ll be turning in soon.”

“Thank you, sir. I shan’t be long. Would you like for me to pick up anything while I’m out?”

“No, thank you. Just go have a few drinks and be careful. I wouldn’t want to lose my best assistant to Sunnydale’s demon population.” Travers joked.

Reginald blanched appropriately and took his leave. He waited till he was certain no one was following him before heading in the direction of the coffee shop.

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“I’m going to do a quick sweep. I’ll be back in about forty-five minutes. Think you can wait up for me?” Spike brushed a fallen lock of hair out of Buffy’s face. They were upstairs in their bedroom.

“No, but I’m going to take a power nap. Wake me when you get in. We need to talk.”

“Buffy, you need your rest.” He said, rolling his eyes at the stubborn glint to hers. Spike took an unneeded breath and sat next to her on the bed.

“I need you. And you need me. And we need to talk. We haven’t had a moment alone since we left this morning. I want to know what you’re thinking. I know there’s stuff you won’t discuss with Giles around. And there is stuff I want to say to you.” She explained.

“Alright, I’ll wake you. I won’t be long.” Spike grabbed her face, pressing his lips firmly to hers. “Save me some pizza.”

Buffy giggled. “I will mention that to your daughter but you know how she gets around the stuff. It’s a free-for-all.”

Spike knelt and placed his hand over her stomach, searching for the baby’s heart beat. When he felt it, thrumming steadily under his palm, he bent down and whispered. “Don’t let you Mom eat all the pizza. Daddy has to eat too.”

Buffy stroked his hair, smiling as he stood up. “See you in a few.”

“Bye, Spike.” Buffy heard Dawn say from the hallway. She poked her head in the door. “Going to sleep.”

“Not yet. I told Spike I would, but I don’t think I can. Too wired about Travers and Xander.” Buffy scooted over, and Dawn climbed on the bed with her.

“What about Xander? He seemed semi-normal today, except for the whole Anya-fixation thing. Other than that, it was almost like old times.” Dawn twisted till her feet were at Spike’s pillow, and giggled when she realized he’d smell them when he went to sleep.

Buffy ran her fingers through her darkening hair. “I don’t know. It’s just this feeling. I had a dream earlier. Martine told me to beware the wolf in sheep’s clothing. I’d forgotten the dream till Xander showed up at the door, and I was... afraid to be alone with him.” Buffy admitted sheepishly.

Dawn snorted and laughed so hard, she nearly fell off the bed. “Xander. He’s relatively harmless, except for the whole hating Spike vibe. I don’t think he’d do anything against you. You’re the Slayer, Buffy.”

“I’m also seven months pregnant, and I can’t raise my leg above my waist anymore. I used to be limber and flexible.” She pouted.

“Whoa. You’re starting to head into sexcapade territory, and I’d just as soon skip Sex Ed tonight.” Dawn caught the pillow Buffy flung at her.

“Dawn, be serious.” She wasn’t thinking about sex, but now she was, and damn it, where was Spike when she needed him? “I don’t want to believe it’s Xander. I can’t see it being any of you, but we have to be prepared, okay?”

Dawn sat up, a idea coming to her. “Do you think she meant Spike and the chip removal?”

Buffy eased back. She hadn’t even considered that. Did Martine mean Spike? No, Martine told her to trust the ones she loved, and she trusted Spike and Dawn above everyone else. God, this was too hard.

“No, Dawn. It isn’t Spike? I know that. It’s Xander. It has to be. I don’t know how or why, but he will betray us.” Dawn crawled over to Buffy, and the sisters huddled on the bed. “I want to be wrong, Dawn. God, I want to be wrong.”

Dawn held Buffy as she fell asleep. She sat there, and concentrated, hoping to contact her niece. “Bitty, I need you. I need you to tell me if it is Xander.”

Dawn felt the air shift like the last time Bitty talked to her. She opened her eyes, scanning the room for the floating ball of energy, but there was nothing. She felt a whisper against her cheek. “I don’t know, Auntie Dawn. You must be ready when the time comes. You must be ready to take care of me and Mommy.” The wispy voice faded away, leaving Dawn alone with the sounds of Buffy’s light snoring.


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A/N: This will be the last update for at least 2 weeks. I’m burned out. I need a break, and RL is getting pretty hectic too. I’ve decided this story isn’t nearly finished. There will be more chapters. I know some of you are anxious for the birth, and it will happen. Will that be the end of their story? I honestly don’t know. I hope you stick around to see the end of the Prophecy. I promise you won’t be disappointed. I will see you all in a couple of weeks. Thanks for your continued support. You’re the best.

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