Chapter 18:

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“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when clouds are grey.” Spike sang, rubbing his fingers over Buffy’s stomach. Of course, he’d deny to anyone he even knew the words to the lullaby, but this was his girl, and for her he’d do anything. Even become the biggest poof in the world.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.”

Buffy opened one eye, taking in the blonde head pillowed at her side. She felt her eyes water listening to him sing to their baby. She remembered the time he serenaded her, begging her to either leave him alone or to love him. She’d been so stupid back that then, throwing away a love that had saved her.

“Buffy, what’s got you so upset, Luv?” Spike asked her, looking up and spying her sad eyes. He heard her heart quicken, and knew that she was awake.

He crawled up, gathering her in his arms. Buffy stroked his arm, pushing back the memories. “Just remembering the last time I heard you sing, that’s all.”

“Let me rest in peace. Let me get some sleep. Let me take my love and bury it, in a hole six foot deep. Yeah, I remember that too. Damn silly song, if you think about it.” Spike joked.

“No, it wasn’t.” Buffy said, sitting up, her arms draped lightly around Spike’s neck. “You were only telling me the truth, trying to make me see the truth. Wasn’t that the point of Sweet’s magic?”

Spike bent his head, resting it against Buffy’s. “He wanted us to dance ourselves to death, Pet. I was just pushing you, like I always do.”

“I was taking and taking, without giving anything back to you.”

“But you did give me something. You gave me a chance.” Buffy smiled sweetly, tilting her head to touch his lips, softly at first, then harder as Spike pulled her body closer to his.

A knock at the door was the only thing that prevented them from falling back against the pillows and showing their love for each other.

“Bloody hell.” Spike mumbled against Buffy’s lips. “Hold on!”

Buffy hopped off the bed, pulling her capris and shirt on, while Spike wrestled with his jeans and t-shirt. Spike sniffed the door, catching the familiar scent of Françoise Hemmings on the other side.

“Good morning, Francoise.” Spike said as he opened the door.

Francoise stood on the other side, holding a bag of beignets. Hot, fresh beignets if he was correct.

“Francoise, come in. You have food. Ooh, we love you.” Buffy said, reaching for the bag. Spike snickered and took the second bag Francoise offered to him. In it was a jug of blood and his own beignets.

“Thank you.” He whispered, knowing there was no chance of getting any from Buffy.

“What happened after we left, Francoise? We don’t like leaving a fight. It goes against the grain.” Buffy told her.

Spike joined her on the bed, drinking his breakfast. He wanted to dip his beignet in the blood, but knew that would be messy, and Buffy would get pissed.

“Well, they found the one pulled into the swamp. The other two got away, but only after we kept them busy for a few hours. They were trapped until we were certain you were safely hidden. Oh, Mama sends her best. I think she enjoyed last night a bit too much. She’s taken to her bed.”

“Party a little too hard?” Buffy asked.

“Held the shotgun too long.” Francoise quipped back. “Mama was the main one on the front porch, aiming at one of the men following you. She kept a running dialogue on what was probably happening to their friend, and what would happen to them if she got a glimpse of them.”

Spike chuckled, imaging the tiny woman. “She definitely has spunk.”

“That’s putting it lightly. Well, I sent Michel on ahead, and he tells me those men are long gone.”

“Suspected as much. Can’t be all super-sneaky if everyone knows you’re out there.” Buffy told them, licking the last of the sugar off her fingers.

“Your Watcher called, and said he was able to change your flight. It’ll be difficult getting you inside at this time of day, but we’ll do it. So, are you ready to go?”

“Not really.” Buffy said sadly. “I was just getting used to the place.” Francoise gathered Buffy in her arms.

“Come back anytime. You’re always welcome.”

“We will. There aren‘t many places that make us feel like home, but here we do.”


“Dawn, wake up.” Tara shook the young girl curled up in a ball next to the crib.

“Damn, Buffy, I did the dishes.”

Tara smiled, knowing that had to be a dream, since dishwater and Dawn didn’t exactly mix.

“Dawn, wake up. You need to get ready for school.” No movement. Tara knew what would get her up. “The wallpaper is peeling off the walls, Dawn.”

Dawn shot up. She looked around, shocked. “What?” She squeaked, but Tara shushed her. “Just needed to get you up. The nursery is fine.” Dawn looked around and the room was in perfect order, just like she had envisioned.

“What time is it?” Dawn said, taking Tara’s hand and standing up. She stretched, her eyes closing and her fingertips reaching for the ceiling.

“A little after 7. I’m cooking some pancakes so hurry and jump in the shower. They should be ready by the time you get out.” Tara kissed her lightly on the temple, scooting the sleepy-eyed girl off towards the bathroom.

Tara peered into Willow’s old room, smiling at her lover and Xander spooned together. They were so cute, she wished she had a camera to capture the moment. Closing the door, so they wouldn’t be disturbed, Tara made her way down to the kitchen.

She stopped at the foot of the stairs, staring at the couple on the sofa. She would have to wake them before Xander or Willow came down. If either one of them saw Giles and Anya, the proverbial cat would be out of the bag. Tara hummed a tune as she poured the pancake mix into the bowl. Giles and Anya. Who would have guessed the two business partners were sharing something more than the profits from the store? But watching them last night, Tara saw what the others overlooked. They were comfortable with one another. Giles treated Anya with respect, and didn’t berate her or cringe when she said something outrageous. And Anya wasn’t afraid to be herself around him.


Giles awoke to the sight of Anya’s toes in his face.

“Good lord!” He mumbled, looking around the sun lit room. Rolling carefully off the sofa, trying not to awaken Anya, he stumbled towards the smell of fresh brewed coffee. Tara looked up from the hot frying pan, and smiled. She crooked her head to the side, indicating the coffee pot.

“Is Dawn up and about?” Giles asked around a yawn.

“Yes, she’s in the shower.”

Giles pulled a stool out and sat down, scrubbing his hair. “I got a hold of the airline and Francoise Hemmings. Buffy and Spike should be arriving by 3.”

“Perfect. Willow should be back from classes by then. I can’t wait to see their expressions when they see the nursery.” Tara said excitedly.

“Make sure we have plenty of tissues around. Buffy will most definitely be an emotional wreck.”

“Will do. Umm, Giles... I’m not trying to pry.” Tara began. The cup was barely to his mouth, when he sense the question she was about to ask.

“You want to know what’s going on with Anya and myself.” Surprisingly, he was relieved someone besides Spike knew about them.

Tara patted Giles’ hand awkwardly. “You don’t have to say explain anything to me. You and Anya are both adults. If you’re both happy, then I’m happy for you.”

“Thank you, Tara. I’m not quite sure what we will tell the others.”

“You’ll find the right words, Giles. You always do. Just tell them soon. Don’t let them discover it on their own. Secrets are never good.”

“Are you going to tell Willow and Xander?” Anya asked from the doorway. She smiled sweetly at Giles, moving to stand next to him. She had missed his presence on the sofa immediately upon his rising, but she’d not made her presence known to them. Instead, she’d eavesdropped on their conversation, taking heart in the words Tara had spoken. She didn’t like keeping secrets. She felt dirty, like she was someone Giles had to be ashamed of. That was how she’d spent the majority of her relationship with Xander, being his doormat. Well, that wasn’t going to happen this time.

“No, Anya, I’m not going to say anything. You’ve respected, in your own way, my relationship with Willow. You’ve never judged us. I owe the two of you that much. But don’t wait long. I kept quiet about the baby to Willow, but we’re just getting back to us, and I don’t want to jeopardize that.”

Tara smiled at them and began preparing Dawn’s breakfast. There wasn’t time to fix her lunch, she’d just have to buy something. “Dawn!”

“I’m here. I’m here.” She said, sliding across the kitchen floor in her socks. She held her running shoes in her hands.

“Hey, Giles, Anya.” Dawn hugged both, yanking the refrigerator open and pulling out the juice. Definite improvement in her juice selection since Spike moved in. Tara handed her a glass, and they watched as she mixed cranberry juice and orange juice into the glass.

Giles got up and allowed Anya to take his seat. He fixed her a cup of coffee, and for awhile all that was heard in the kitchen was the sound of the fork hitting the plate as Dawn chowed down on her breakfast.

“What time does Buffy’s plane get in?” Dawn asked as she swallowed the last of the pancakes.

“Three o’clock. Would you like for me to pick you up from school? I’m sure Buffy wouldn’t mind if you left a little early.”

Dawn’s face nearly split with the huge smile on her face. She jumped up, hugging Giles tightly. “Thank you. You’ll need to write a note, but it shouldn’t be a problem. It’s study hall.” Dawn sprinted out of the kitchen, running upstairs to make sure the nursery and the newlywed’s new bedroom was all in order.


“All right, Bitty. It’s done. Are you happy now?” Dawn heard the soft giggle, and knew her niece was well aware of the surprise for her parents.

“Who ya talking to Dawnie?” Xander asked her, an amused grin on his face. He was sure if he’d said it any louder, he would have had to peel Dawn off the ceiling.

“My niece. Are you taking me to school or Giles?”

“Giles. I’ve got to run home and shower before heading to the site, but I’ll be back later. Is Anya up yet?” Xander asked sheepishly.

“Yeah, she’s in the kitchen with Tara and Giles.” She told him, heading back downstairs.


Xander looked around the nursery. He couldn’t help the spurt of jealousy that ripped through his heart. So many dreams. He had hoped that one day he and Anya would be starting a family. Funny, he’d never given any thought to Buffy being a parent, but she was. She was Dawn’s parent, and soon to be a mother to her own child. How had his life spiraled so far out of control? Spike had what Xander wanted. A wife. A child. A family. The three of them were a tight little family unit. Everything a child should have growing up. A home with parents who loved each other, who respected each other. And Spike had it. The only comfort he took nowadays was in the fact, he wasn’t drinking as much. He still had a beer every now and then, but it wasn’t a crutch anymore.

Willow stood in the doorway, watching Xander. She knew all of this was hard for him. He had pushed his own feelings aside, and watched as Buffy skipped happily into her new life with Spike and Dawn. Xander didn’t need to say anything to her, she knew him. Knew that no matter what he said, he’d always have a soft spot for Buffy, and watching her take another man as husband had to hurt. But the kicker was Anya, and her burgeoning relationship with Giles. They were careful not to be overt about their feelings, but Willow sensed them. Maybe, it was the fact she was paying more attention to life around her that she’d picked up on the chemistry between them? Maybe, it was all the love floating around the Summers’ house? She didn’t know, and she really didn’t want to question it. Xander was her best friend, and Giles had been a surrogate father to all of them. For Anya to move on was one thing. For Anya to move on to Giles was quite another.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“Look at this room.” Xander said, waving his arm around the room.

“Too Barneyish?” Willow asked, her brow furrowed.

“Nah, I think Bitty will have many happy years in here. It’s perfect.” Xander picked up the framed ultrasound photo.

“Just thinking, it would have been nice to have a little girl.” He said wistfully.

Willow mussed his hair, which didn’t need much help in that department. “Xander, don’t talk like that. You’re going to get married and have lots of kids.”

“But not with Anya. Right?” Xander stared at her, his big brown eyes wide. “You can say it, Will. I know. I guess I expected a miracle. I thought she might forgive me.”

Willow turned him, till they were facing each other. “She will forgive you. Right now, it’s too soon, and hello, she was a vengeance demon. Holding a grudge comes real easy for her.” Willow shook him lightly, trying to pull a smile out of him.

Xander hugged her tightly, squeezing her till she squeaked. “Thanks, Will. You’re the bestest.”

“I know. Now, I smelled pancakes. Let’s see if Dawn left any for us.”


<i>February 21, 1789

I have managed to avoid Henri for the last week. I know he searches for me, but I can’t see him. I don’t know what I’m doing. I kissed a vampire. A vampire? If Jayme ever finds out, he’ll kill me himself. I’m supposed to kill them, not desire them, but I do. Even before Henri’s lips touched mine, I felt him…in here. In my heart. In my soul. I haven’t felt this way since Christophe died. I never… I never thought I’d ever feel this way again.</i>

“Well, she obviously fell hard and fast for Henri.” Buffy noted as they drove to the airport.

“Yeah, a couple of fights, a kiss, and she was hooked.” Spike joked. He kept giving Buffy sly glances, trying to bait her.

“Are you implying that’s all it took for me to fall in love with you?”

“Yes.” Spike said, kissing her upturned nose. “I dazzled you with my fighting skills, then other skills.” He said the last part as a whisper against her cheek.

“And what did it take for you to fall in love with me?” Oh, this better be good or he was a deader dead man.

“One smile, luv.” Buffy stroked his face with gentle fingers, reaching up to kiss him softly on the corners of his mouth.

“And you say you were a bloody awful poet.”

Spike’s eyes widened comically, his head spinning around to see if Francoise had heard what Buffy had said. She arched her eyebrow in the rearview mirror. Spike pressed his fingers to his temple, shaking his head at the laughter coming from his wife.

“Let’s get back to Martine and Henri shall we?” Buffy snickered, but pulled his arm around her shoulders so she could snuggle closer.


<i>February 22nd

Henri found me tonight. He set another trap for me, but this time it wasn’t to kill me. We fought. We screamed and yelled at each other. He actually accused me of putting some spell over him. Said it was the only way he would ever love a Slayer. Love. He said he loved me. I kicked his arse for that one. Love. Who the hell falls in love with a vampire? I mean who the hell... Oh, god. He was right. This has to be a spell. Doesn’t it? This isn’t normal. My heart and my mind should not be filled with images of a vampire. Am I in his thrall? Did the bite claim me as his? I’m so confused, and I really want to talk to someone, anyone.

March 1st

Jayme discovered my secret. He was tending to my wounds, and saw the bite. I lied and told him a vampire got lucky. I asked him if he was worried about me falling under the thrall, and he said no. The Slayer in me would not permit such a thing to occur. That is the first time he’s ever separated the two. Martine and the Slayer. I wonder which one Henri loves?” </i>


Buffy frowned. Spike hurried to tell her. “I love both, Blondie. So don’t even ask.”

“I wasn’t, Mr. Smarty Pants. I just realized we have about 5 minutes left on our honeymoon. Then, back to Sunnydale and patrol and the Council. Kinda liked it being just us.” She said, running her fingers over his chest.

Spike grabbed her hand, pulling it to his mouth. “I promise you this honeymoon is far from over. We’ll just have to escape to someplace special and private and soundproof.”

“The crypt?” Buffy asked hopefully. Aka Spuffy love central. She couldn’t wait.

Françoise pulled the car under an awning, where Spike could safely exit the car. Spike helped Michel unload the car. He had one duffle bag, and Buffy had three suitcases. Had more clothes than she knew what to do with, but then again, he tried to keep her pretty much naked the entire six days.

“Buffy, my dear sweet child. You take care now, here.” Françoise had tears in her eyes.

“I’m going to miss you and Michel, and Marie. You just don’t know how grateful we are for all that you’ve done for us.”

“Hush, child. It was my pleasure. You and Spike have a love that must be sheltered and nurtured, not destroyed. Your little babe is proof that there is beauty to be had between forces once thought enemies, but actually halves of the whole.” Françoise caressed Buffy’s cheek.

She embraced a startled Spike in a tight hug.

“Take heed, Spike. The danger is not pass, and there is still much to protect your wife and child from. Don’t be afraid to tell her your concerns. She will understand and trust in your judgment. Trust in her love for you.” She said, touching the back of his head, almost at the exact spot where the chip resided. How did she know?


Tara and Willow sat in Willow’s old room, packing the last of her things into boxes. For the time being, Willow was going to live with Xander. She told him it was to help him out, but in reality, she and Tara weren’t quite ready to live together. Yes, they were sleeping together, but they still needed their space.

Willow looked around the room, which had taken on a decidedly different look. They attempted to make the room a mixture of Buffy and Spike’s personalities. Dawn helped, of course, knowing Spike almost as well as Buffy. Spike liked rich colors, like gold and burgundy. Surprise, surprise, he actually liked throw pillows. All Buffy needed was Spike, Mr. Gordo, and a good pillow, and she’d be good to go. Gone were the scarves and little crystals Willow liked. In their place were candles of various sizes. They covered the room. It seemed Spike’s lower crypt was filled with them. They also brought a bookshelf for Spike’s books. Dawn had ordered those she couldn’t salvage and cleaned those she could. Buffy’s sketchpad was placed next to it, and a fresh set of pencils lay on her desk. The room was theirs now, but Willow still felt a little sad to be saying goodbye to the place where she and Tara had lived and loved for over a year.

“Willow, do you want to keep this?” Tara asked holding up a near empty bottle of liquid incense.

“No, you can pitch it. I’ve got some more.”

“Missing this place, already?” Tara came up and wrapped her arms around Willow’s waist. Her head rested on Willow’s shoulder. She kissed Willow’s neck, inhaling her scent.

“Yeah, so many memories. Some bad, a lot of them good. This was home.”

“We’ll be over here everyday, Will.” Tara told her.

“I know, but it’s not the same. Buffy is a married woman now. We’re not in high school anymore. I’m just going to miss that.” Willow hugged the arms around her waist. “Let’s go. I want to drop this stuff off at Xander’s before class.”

Tara looked the room over one final time. She chanted under her breath a cleansing spell. It was a blessing of sorts. A plea to the goddess for peace and love to permeate this room and into the house.


Buffy yawned and twisted in her seat till she could rest her head on Spike’s shoulder. “Get some sleep, Pet. We’ll be home in a couple of hours.”

“Are you going to sleep too?” She asked.

“Nah, can’t afford to sleep. Gotta keep an eye on this wanker. Make sure he doesn’t fry me to a crisp.” He said. They changed their seats to the back of the plane, hoping the seats would allow them to keep the window shutters closed till they landed. Luckily for them, the plane wasn’t crowded. They had the back to themselves, except for one bloke who couldn’t be convinced to move up.

“Buffy, I love you.”

Buffy smiled. She looked up at him, a look of concern on her face. “What have you done?”

“Nothing. Not yet. There’s something I want to talk to you and Giles about when we get home. Not now.” He told her, pushing her head back down.

”Fine. Keep your secret. Just remember. I’m your wife. I get to know all your secrets. Well, most of them anyway.” Spike chuckled, kissing her hair.

“Oh, by the way, I love you too. Very much. Now and forever. Am I making myself clear, Spike?”

“Yes, Mrs. Develin. I hear ya. Loud and clear.”


Spike rested his head against Buffy’s. He listened carefully, smiling when her breathing evened out. He laid his hand against her belly, trying to block out the sound of the engines so he could hear his baby girl’s heartbeat. Spike reached down and pulled the book out of the bag. He hadn’t had a chance to read Jayme’s diary since they were so preoccupied with Martine’s life. He hadn’t shared his concerns with Buffy, but the fact the Council hadn’t made an attempt on Buffy’s life while they were in New Orleans, had him worried. They should have tried something. Why were they content to sit back and watch? Okay, the gator chomping on their buddy probably wasn’t in their plans, but they could have gotten to them easily. It wasn’t as if the Banana Court was the most secure place for them, and he was still chipped. Which brought him to the question of the day. What was Travers waiting on?

Buffy murmured in her sleep, her nose scrunching up. Spike couldn’t resist tickling it with his nail. Buffy swiped at his hand, irritated.

“Best get to it old chap.” Spike flipped through the heavy tome, skipping past the first year into Martine’s calling. The information he was looking was later, after she met Henri. That was where he would find the information he was looking for.

<i>April 14, 1798

I worry for Martine. She has become too complacent in her dealings with Henri. Where before she would hide her relationship with him, now she flaunts it to demon and human alike. I am fearful the Council will send someone here to handle the situation if I cannot get it under control. She is young, and in love. Or as in love as one can be with a vampire. She tells me he is different, and I should not judge him. She screams at me to listen to her, but how can I? I am a Watcher. I am sworn to keep the Slayer safe, and true to her duty.

April 20, 1798

Martine is missing. She did not come home last night. She is with Henri. I know what I must do. I must contact the Council. Relations between Slayers and Vampires are forbidden. . We do not know what could happen. An apocalypse? Maybe. This is so wrong.

April 23

Martine has come home. She is not a vampire, of that I am sure. I threw holy water on her the minute I invited her in. She laughed and kissed me, dancing around the room. She looks none the worse for wear, but there is definitely something different about. Gone is the young girl. She is a woman now, in so many ways. Pride threatens to stamp out my disappointment in her, but I push it aside. She must never see Henri again. It is possible she is in a thrall. A Slayer has never been turned, but there is always a first time. She laughs and tells me Henri is not interested in her becoming a vampire like himself. He loves her warm body. I slapped her. Dear god, forgive me, but I did. She barely flinched, and I am thankful, she did not snap my neck. I reached for her, wanting to explain the danger in her mating with the vampire. She doesn’t want to hear it. She tells me she’s only here for her clothes. She’s staying with Henri from now on. She will continue to be the Slayer, but she will not hunt Henri. She begs me to understand that she is doing this of her own free will. Silly girl believes herself in love with him.

I beg her to remain, but she says she cannot. Before she walks out the door, she tells me the Council was wrong about vampires. They can feel and love. They have emotions, not just to hunt and kill. She no longer trust what I’ve told her about demons and their unsouled natures. How could she? She asks, when Henri loves her with all of his being.

I have failed the Council and Martine.

May 26

I have finally received a response today from the Council. The situation is more dire than I originally thought. It seems there is a prophecy. The translation was included in the missive. It speaks of a child borne of a Slayer and a Vampire with unimaginable power. The Council wants Martine sent back to England or they will take steps to retire her. Oh, these stupid men. They should have told me before I sent that child out into the dark. She could already be with child. I pray I can find her before it is too late. I know she still fights against the demons for there has not been a rise in deaths and mutilations. So, I take some small measure of hope that she is not lost to me, to us forever.</i>

“Spike. Spike.” Buffy shook him, startling him enough that his game face slipped on for a second. The flight attendant blinked her eyes. She didn’t just see that, did she?

“She asked you if you were finished with your drink. We’re getting ready to land.”

Spike handed the woman his cup, and closed the book. “Did you have a nice nap, Pet?” He said absently, brushing his lips across Buffy’s forehead.

“Spike, I’ve been awake for the last hour. You’ve been all involved in that book. You didn’t even notice when I got up for the bathroom.” Buffy tilted her head, looking up at him. “Something juicy?”

“Well, Martine slept with Henri. She disappeared for 3 days, and when she came back, she moved out. rs” He told her, smoothing her hair back behind her ear. “What she didn’t know, though, was that Jayme had already contacted the Council about them. The Council sent him a threat to either get her in line or they would retire her. They knew about the prophecy. They don’t know squat. Just that they want Martine as far from Henri as possible.”

“Is that as far as you got?” She joked. He nodded in answer to her question.

“Hell, I thought you’d read the whole thing. You were totally zoned out there, baby.” She laughed, clutching his chin.

“Sorry, luv. Didn‘t mean to ignore you. Just wondering about Travers.”

Buffy nodded, glumly, settling back into her seat. She felt a shiver go down her spine, and clutched Spike’s arm tighter. “I know. I’ve been trying to ignore the obvious. That Travers wants me and the baby.”

Her fear was palpable, and Spike’s concern increased ten-fold. He wouldn’t be able to protect them from the Council. He would more than likely die trying. He had to get the chip out if he wanted to be there at full-strength for Buffy, Bitty, and Dawn.

“Spike, Jayme’s diary is our best bet. I have faith that all the answers are there. It’ll be a race to see who discovers the truth first. And I don’t like to lose.”


Shackleford watched the Magic Box from his window across the street. Both sunup, he’d been inside planting listening devices and cameras. Using Warren’s plans, he placed them in the same positions as earlier, knowing the Slayer’s friends would not think to check those same places.

He’d learned a lot already from the few hours he’d been recording. The Slayer and Vampire were due to arrive at 3. The Watcher and his partner were involved, and her ex-fiancee the construction worker did not know about it.
“Oh, what a tangle web we weave.” He chuckled to himself. He looked around the sparsely furnished room, expecting Dewey to be standing in the door, timid and rigid with anger. He liked to keep him hungry, like a wild dog. He wanted Dewey snapping and snarling, so that by the time he was ready to unleash him on the Slayer, he would go for the kill and not hesitate. If Shackleford didn’t tire of him first.

The red-haired witch was moving out, leaving the newlyweds with only the teen to care for. The teen, Dawn, was the Key. Travers had ordered a round-the-clock surveillance on her. She was the key, no pun intended to getting to Buffy and to everything else in Travers’ opinion. The fact the demon population feared her, only served to harden his resolve.


“Giles, I don’t want to hide anymore. I know we’ve only been kissing, but what if I want more.” Anya bemoaned. Giles kissed her on the forehead, trying to ease her worry and concern.

“I don’t want to hide either, but I’m worried about Xander.”

“Not Buffy?” Anya asked surprised.

“No, why would you think that?”

“She’s like a daughter to you. You love her, and value her opinion.” Anya said, her eyes filling with tears. Damn, she was too emotional these days.

“Anya, Buffy is married to Spike. She has no wiggle room.” Giles smiled, hoping to coax a smile out of his companion.

“I know, but...” Giles put his finger on her lips, silencing her.

“No buts, Anya. Buffy is not going to condemn us. Xander will be hurt. He still loves you.” Anya shook her head, angrily.

“No! He left me at the altar. He treated me like scum. What I wanted, what I thought, didn’t matter to him. He hurt me, and he doesn’t get a second chance to do that.” Anya’s body trembled. Giles pulled her into his arms, hugging and stroking her, as the tears racked her body.

“He hurt me. I can never forgive him for that. Don’t you understand, Giles? Please tell me you understand.” She begged.

“I do, my dear. I do.”

“He was always ashamed of me, and I just don’t think I can go through that again. So if you’re ashamed of us, tell me now before I invest too many emotions into this thing.” She said.

“Anya, I know what you are, and I don’t care. You make me laugh, and you make me think. It’s been a long time since anyone has done that. Not since Jenny.” He admitted quietly, and felt the hole left by her death become smaller.


Willow sipped her coffee, wanting to ask Tara’s opinion about the Giles/Anya thing, but hesitated. What if she was wrong? What if she was seeing something that wasn’t there?

“Willow, honey, what’s going on? You’ve got that cute, wide-eyed look to your face. Like you want to ask me something unpleasant.” Tara giggled. She reached for Willow’s hand, squeezing it. Willow squeezed back.

“It’s probably nothing. More than likely, my imagination running wild because, you know, I’m all hyped up on Tara loving.” Tara gave Willow her signature smile, and Willow melted under it. She wanted to lock Tara away, and never leave her side. She loved her so much.

“You can tell me, Will.”

“Ithinksomething’sgoingonbetweenGilesandAnya.” She rushed out.

Tara blinked rapidly, confused. She was able to pick out Giles and Anya, and assumed correctly that Willow suspected something. “You think there’s something going on between Giles and Anya.”

“Yes. Tell me I’m crazy. I just get this weird vibe from them. Like there’s something going on, but they’re trying to keep it under wraps. Sorta like Buffy and Spike.” She said slowly. “Oh, boy. They are acting just like Buffy and Spike, before Buffy and Spike came out.”

Tara cupped her coffee lightly, waiting for the wheels to stop turning and for Willow to look up at her. She had made a promise to Giles and Anya to not tell Willow. Willow figuring it out on her own was an entirely different situation.

Willow looked up, searching Tara’s eyes for the truth. It was there. She gulped, and felt a moment of pure hot anger at Giles and Anya and Tara for lying, but mostly she felt a deep seeded pain for Xander.

“Oh, my goddess. What were they thinking? What about Xander? He’s still in love with Anya.”

Tara reached across the small table, taking Willow’s hand in hers. “Sweetie, I don’t know what to tell you. I don’t think they did it intentionally.”

Willow shook her head, denying the truth in defense of her best friend. “I bet you Anya did. She’s so angry at Xander. I can see her doing something so hateful like this to get back at him.” Liar, liar! Her conscience sang. You may not be Anya’s biggest fan, but Giles would be cruel.

Tara looked at the milky, brown substance, and sighed. This wasn’t going to be easy. It also wasn’t any of their business. She pursed her lips together, and looked Willow in the eye. “It’s none of our business, Will.”

If possible, Willow’s mouth nearly touched the table. “How…how can you say that? Xander is my friend. This is going to devastate him. He can’t take much more. On top of everything else, he’s got to deal with this.”

Tara tilted her head. “This is called life, Willow. There was always a chance Anya wasn’t going to forgive him. What he did to her, hurt her deeply. You may not have wanted to see it, but it did. And she has every right to move on. It’s been 3 months since the non-wedding from hell.”

Willow puffed up, ready to argue with her. Tara held up her hand. “Wait, Will. What about Giles? Anya is the first woman he’s been interested in since Ms. Calendar’s death. Doesn’t he deserve some happiness?”

I won’t fall for the puppy eyes. I won’t fall for the puppy eyes. Oh, hell, I am falling for the puppy eyes. “Okay, Anya didn’t do it on purpose, but what about Xander? I can’t keep this from him. He barely forgave me for Buffy’s secret.”

“Again, these aren’t our secrets to tell. When Giles and Anya feel the time is right, they will tell him about their relationship.” If it could be called that at this early stage.

“You can’t fight Xander’s battles, Willow. He’s come a long way in a short amount of time. He has to keep going and face some ugly truths. Anya’s pain goes way back to when they started dating. Will, I love you, and I love Xander, but he wasn’t the poster boy for boyfriends.” Tara picked up her books, hating to leave the conversation at this point, but really needing to go to class.

Willow caught her hand as it slipped off the table, and brought it to her chest. “I’ll see you after class, baby.” Willow reached up, kissing Tara fully on the lips. “Bye baby.”

Tara blushed. “Bye.”

Willow looked at her watch. She had a hour until her next class. She could go to the library and read the next 2 chapters for Statistics, but a certain ex-demon and an ex-Watcher needed a good talking to.


Giles called Olivia to update her on the latest going ons. She warned him that Travers wouldn’t hesitate to take Buffy before the baby was born. She also passed along the information that Warren was still being held at the house in Newcastle. Giles thanked her, telling her he would call again in a few days.

The bell jingled, causing Anya to race towards it in anticipation of a paying customer. When she saw it was willing, she huffed angrily and went into the basement to get some supplies.

“Willow, how are you? I thought you had classes today?” Giles asked innocently.

On the way over, Willow had gotten herself into a nice, righteous anger at them, but now, looking at the familiar face of the man she admired and loved like her father, she couldn’t retain that anger.

“Giles, I know about you and Anya. Well, I know what I’m feeling and seeing with my own eyes. It has to stop. You’re going to destroy Xander.” She said, placing her bag on the counter.

“Willow, I have never interfered in your relationships. Ever! Don’t you think I know Xander is going to be hurt? I do, but that doesn’t stop me from caring about Anya. And I don’t want to stop.” Giles placed the phone back in the little cubbyhole.

“Why couldn’t you find someone more available?” Willow whimpered.

“I think being left at the altar qualifies as being available. I appreciate the unique position you’re in, Willow, but I’m an adult. So is Anya. Hopefully, so is Xander.”

“Will you let me tell him?” She asked, pleadingly.

“If you feel inclined to do so, by all means. But I wish you wouldn’t. I will tell him.”

“No, I will.” Anya said from the doorway. “I owe him that much. We were in love once. I don’t want to see him hurt, maybe eviscerated, but not hurt.” Giles smiled quickly, then put his serious face on.

“Fine. I will keep my mouth zipped.” Willow picked up her bag and walked to the door. “I’ll see you at Buffy’s later.”


Dawn sat in class, trying to concentrate on her lesson, but wishing 2:45 would get here sooner rather than later. Buffy and Spike were coming home! She kept repeating in her head. She imagined Buffy’s reaction to the nursery, and it always involved lost of crying and laughing. She hoped Buffy liked it, and didn’t take offense that she’d done it basically without her permission. Dawn just wanted to give Spike and Buffy back a little of what they gave her, namely a home, a family. Ever since her Mom died, she’d felt lost and adrift, probably the same reaction Buffy had when she came out of her grave. She didn’t feel like she belonged. She was this mystical power, but no one claimed her as their own. Oh, they all wanted to use her for one reason or another, but no one had loved her, truly loved her until she was born into the Summers’ family. Dawn missed her Mom more than words could say, but she had Buffy. And then, Buffy died and she had Spike. Now, she had both of them, and a little imp of a niece on the way. She finally felt whole, connected to something greater than herself.

“Ms. Summers, if you’d like to join the discussion on the English feudal system we would be delighted?” Mr. Windmond remarked sarcastically. The class erupted into laughter at Dawn’s predicament, and she silently fumed. My brother-in-law could so scare the shit out of you, you evil little troll. She only had to endure this class for another 20 minutes, then off to Basic Computer Skills.

“Yes, Mr. Windmond. The English feudal system was nothing more than a legal means of slavery.” She answered, knowing the old coot was surprised to see she was listening.


Home sweet home. Big whoo! Buffy thought, looking at the people milling around Sunnydale’s small airport. She was grumpy, no doubt about it, and the lack of quality snacks on the plane had a lot to do with it. She was pregnant. She needed more than Chex Mix to quench her hunger. What she wouldn’t give for one of Francoise’s Po Boys, smothered in ketchup and honey. Oh, her mouth watered just thinking about the shrimp and crawfish swimming in the sweet, tangy mixture.

“Do you see the Watcher?” Spike asked from the protection of the awning.

“Nope, not yet.” Well, one thing she wouldn’t miss about Louisiana was the humidity. Her hair felt heavier and looked way to limp for her liking. Maybe, she’d cut it again before the baby was born. All the extra hormones were causing her nails and hair to grow faster than she’d expected. Yeah, for her. Boo, for the money she was spending in manicures and hair treatments. Damn, she only had one more month to go before bye, bye, blonde hair. Once she entered her 5th month, Dr. Schulz would not allow her to continue to dye her hair. Crap.

“Pet, they are here.” Spike said, pushing off the wall. He stooped to pick up their bags, smiling as Dawn hopped from the car before it came to a complete stop. She looked at them as if seeing them for the first time after an extended absence.

“I’m so glad you’re home.” She gushed, hugging Buffy tightly. “You have to tell me all about New Orleans. Is it true that guy got eaten by a gator? Serves him right, sneaking around and spying on you.” Dawn hugged Spike equally as hard, and he wondered for a brief second if she’d inherited Buffy’s slayer strength.

“Spike, Buffy. Welcome home.” Giles said, opening the back hatch as he came around. Buffy smiled, and accepted his hug.

“Giles, you look flustered. Did Dawn drive you batty on the ride out here?” Buffy inquired, winking at him.

Giles shook his head, and shook Spike’s hand. “Let me help you with those.”

Spike waited till Buffy got into the backseat with Dawn, before pulling Giles aside. “I need to discuss something with you. I need to talk to you about it before I approach Buffy. Do you think we could meet at the crypt tomorrow morning?”

Giles took his glasses off. “It’s nothing glass-scrubbing worthy. Just something I want to run by you.”

“Is it about the prophecy or the diaries?”

“In a way, but it has more to do with me.” Spike answered cryptically. He turned and got in the front, effectively ending the conversation.


Dawn was literally vibrating with barely concealed excitement. Buffy wondered if the girl had been eating Pop Rocks again. She couldn’t sit still in the car. Buffy was more than relieved when they pulled into the drive. The door opened and she waved excitedly to Tara and Willow. Okay, so there were other good things about being home, like good friends and a hyper sister.

Giles took the bags upstairs to their bedroom while Buffy and Spike were kept in the living room. Dawn had sprinted up the stairs as soon as they were all inside. They could hear her upstairs, talking in soft tones to Giles. Spike wanted to throw the whole lot out the door, and climb in bed with Buffy.

“What is taking Dawn so long up there?” Buffy asked Willow and Tara, who looked like the proverbial cat that ate the canary.

Xander flew in the front door, causing everyone to jump. “Did I miss it?”

“Miss what, whelp?” Spike asked, earning a glare from Buffy. “What? It’s been a week. He probably missed me saying it to him.”

“I missed Buffy, Spike. You can go back to New Orleans if you like.” Giles cleared his throat, and they all looked up. Dawn stood at the top of the stairs.

“Buffy, Spike, come on up. I want to show you the samples I picked out for the baby’s room.”

Spike took Buffy’s hand, walking with her up the stairs. The door to her room was closed, which seemed odd, since Giles just put their bags in there.

“They’re on the bed.” Dawn told her, pushing the door open.

Buffy shook her head at the weirdness that was her sister, and turned into the room. Spike bumped into her back as she stood in shock looking at the nursery. “Oh, Spike.” She cried.

Spike had to brush back tears at the transformation before him. Gone was the teenage room of Buffy’s youth, in its place was a little haven for their daughter.

“It’s beautiful.” Spike said finally. Buffy touched the crib reverently. The room was perfect.

“Do you like it, Buffy?” Dawn asked quietly. Buffy still hadn’t spoken, and Dawn feared she’d bollocks the whole thing up.

“Do I like it?” The butterflies and the flowers. So peaceful and pure. So full of life. “I love it, Dawnie.” Spike pressed a kiss to Dawn’s brow.

“Thanks, Nib.” He couldn’t say more. He’d get choked up, and he’d die before he fell apart in front of Xander.

“You all did this, didn’t you?” Buffy asked, turning to face the people crowded into the doorway.

“We all chipped in, but Dawnie was the mastermind.” Tara confessed.

“I love you guys. I love Bitty.” Dawn admitted.

Buffy nodded her head, tears flowing down her cheeks. She embraced Dawn, stroking her hair as she took in the room.

“I love you, too. I love you so much, Dawn. Thank you.”

Dawn heard Bitty’s voice in her head, and smiled. “You’re welcome, imp.”

Giles stood in the doorway, studying Buffy. She seemed in awe of the room. “Did we...um overdo it?” He asked, startling her.

“No, the room is perfect. More than perfect. She’ll love it.” Buffy said, running her hand reverently over the crib. “It’s just so final. You know?”

Giles pushed off and walked into the room, gathering Buffy in his arms. So tiny and yet so powerful. So much a woman, but still in some ways a child. “Yes, I do. This room certifies you as being an adult. Welcome to the club.”

“Thanks. I’ll be sure to fill out all the necessary paperwork so I can get my membership card.” She joked. “It’s a little scary.”

Giles nodded, understanding how unusual the situation was for her. “You’ll be a wife and a mother all before the age of 22. That‘s a huge step for anyone, but especially you. You‘re the Slayer.”

Giles lifted her chin. “But like with all things, you’ll handle them with a grace and strength, which still to this day, surprises me. You‘ll be fine.” He said proudly.

Buffy sniffed, her index finger pressed to her nose to stem the tears. “I’m going to be a mother, Giles.” She said incredulously. “This little girl is going to call me Mom, and Spike, Dad.” She cried, but they were happy tears. “And you, Grandpa Giles.”

I’m too young to be anyone’s grandfather. But the thought of a little girl with Buffy’s smile, calling him grandpa, made his heart swell and his chest puff up. “Grandpa Giles. I like that.”


“So, did you get a chance to go on the cemetery tour while you were there?” Anya asked Spike, as she nibbled on baby carrots and dip.

“They see cemeteries every night, Anya. Why would they want to see the same thing in New Orleans?” Xander commented as he walked into the dining room.

The whelp is just plain stupid when it comes to this bird. Can’t seem to stop putting his foot in his mouth. Spike didn’t need this. Not on his first night back home.

“We took an informal tour, Anya.” He quickly answered, effectively preventing Anya’s tirade. “A couple of vamps tried to jump us one night as we were coming back to the Banana Court. Buffy felt the need to work out some kinks before we hit the sack.” Spike said with a leer, which was meant to make Xander uncomfortable, which it did.

“Too much information, Spike. Aren’t you guys suppose to stop that after a certain time?”

“Sex or patrolling?” Spike asked innocently, though he couldn’t resist running his tongue over his lip as he said it.

“They can do it up to the birth of the baby, Xander.” Anya added, enjoying the war for dominance on Xander’s face. He was either getting ready to puke or go up in flames. Spike couldn’t decide which would make him happier.

Willow turned and saw the look of joy on Spike and Anya’s faces, and decided they’d had enough time to bait and torture Xander. She swooped in, pulling him away from them. Spike shrugged off the glare she sent him. He started it. He wanted to tell her.

Anya huffed, and daintily stomped her foot. “Jerk!”

“So, how are things with Rupert? Did you take my advice?” Spike whispered. Anya’s face lit up.

“Yes, I did. We have shared many kisses, and dinners while you were gone. Everybody knows except Buffy and Xander.” She said, looking up the stairs.

Spike touched her shoulder. “Buffy will be fine, Pet. You don’t have to worry about her causing you any problems. What about Red? I assume she didn’t take the news as well as Dawn and Tara. How did they find out anyway?”

Anya shrugged. “They noticed things were different between us. We’ve been very careful. Too careful.”

“Sneaking around can be fun, and a bit degrading all at the same time.” Spike said, knowing from personal experience the toll it could take.

“I just want to be happy, Spike. Is that too much to ask?”

“No, it isn’t.” The fact he was rooting for her, didn’t surprise Spike. It was the fact he was rooting for Giles as well. The Watcher had earned his respect, but he actually felt some affection for the codger. When had that happened? Spike grinned. Probably when he didn’t object to Buffy marrying me.


Xander sat with Tara in the living room, watching Anya out the corner of his eye. He felt like kicking himself in the ass. She had been happy earlier, talking to Spike. And what did he do? He went over there and before he could stop himself, he’d managed to insult her again. At this rate, she forgive him by the time he was Bitty was in high school. Why couldn’t they have a simple conversation with each other, without her being on the defensive, and without him managing to snap at her for something? He was just so desperate to get back some small portion of what they had, but Anya seemed just as determined to keep him at arms’ length.

Tara hated the tension she sensed in Xander. He was like a coiled snake. He kept his emotions pretty much in check, but it was a cauldron waiting to boil over. She wondered what would be the spark to set him off. He watched Anya with barely concealed longing. He might have insisted to Willow that he would be alright if he and Anya never got back together, Tara doubted the validity of that sentiment. Xander saw all his friends back with the ones they loved. Yet, Anya couldn’t, more like wouldn’t forgive him for walking out on her. And he didn’t even know about Anya and Giles.


Willow sat with Buffy on the steps, watching Buffy stare at Spike. “We can leave if the two of you want to continue your honeymoon.” She joked.

Buffy blushed. “Ah, no. I’m sorry. It’s still a shocker to know we’re married and pregnant to boot.”

“Really. You seemed to have settled into the wife role quite easily.” Willow commented.

“It’s easy to be a wife, when your husband worships the ground you walk on.” Buffy didn’t say it smugly, just with a knowledge that it was true. Spike loved her, more than any man ever had or would. She knew she’d won the lottery with him. “Now, we need to get Xander and Giles straightened out, and I’ll be happy.”

Willow’s eyes bulged. “Xander? Giles? Straightened out, how?” How did she find out so soon?

“Call me cupid, but I want all of us to be happy. You and Tara are giddy. Me and Spike are giddy. Dawn’s living vicariously off of our giddiness. That leaves those three.” She said.

If they were into threesomes, then everyone would be happy. But they weren’t, and this was not going to be pretty when it all came out. Things would be great if Giles went home or Anya moved away. Shame on you, Willow Rosenberg. Her mind chided. She sighed, knowing she didn’t want any of those things to happen. But there was Xander.

“Maybe, Anya and Xander can come to some truce. I’d like to see us all remain friends. I’d miss Anya if she wasn’t part of the group.” Buffy continued, oblivious to Willow’s dilemma.

“I wish they would too. But to quote Tara, Anya was a vengence demon. Holding a grudge comes naturally.” Willow giggled.

“Yeah. Okay. Scratch that. Let’s concentrate on Giles. He hasn’t dated since Jenny. Though, I think he may be seeing Olivia again.” Willow groaned, and put her head in her hands. I should tell her. I should. Giles didn’t say anything about not telling Buffy.

"Buffy, I'm going to escort Anya home. I'll see you in the morning." Giles said, kissing her lightly on the temple. "It's good to have you home."

Willow grabbed the banister to prevent herself from sliding down the stairs. There goes that opportunity. Good thing, too. She really didn’t want to ruin Buffy’s homecoming.

Buffy waited for the but, but it never came. Oh, she would say it. "But we still need to talk about the Council and Travers' men.” Buffy added, amused by the shocked look on Giles’ face. “I know Giles. Thanks for giving us the night off."

Giles held up the parchment, and grinned. Oh, goody for Giles, he had research to do. That should keep him happy. "I should have something for you tomorrow when we meet. Get some rest. The both of you." He said, indicating Spike as well.


“We’re going to go, too. Do you need anything before we go?” Tara asked. She wanted to talk to Buffy, but that would have to wait till there was a more quiet time.

“You’re leaving. I wanted to talk to you.”

“I know. We’ll talk tomorrow. Promise you.” Tara’s eyes held Buffy’s. She smiled and bent to give Buffy a hug.

“We can talk about Martine tomorrow.” She whispered in her ear.

“You’re amazing. You know that, right?” Buffy said, smiling broadly. What would she do without Tara?

“Night, Buffster. See ya tomorrow.” Xander hugged her, easing up when he heard a growl behind his back. “I made Spike jealous. Yay, me!” He said, snickering with Buffy.

“Night, Dawnie. Bye, Buffy. I’ll call you in the morning.” Willow hugged and kissed Buffy and Dawn goodnight. She surprise Spike by hugging him too. “Night, Spike.”

“Night, Red. And thanks.” He said, gruffily, knowing it hadn’t been easy to give up her place in the house.

“You’re welcome. You just take good care of them.” She said, exiting the house. She wrapped her arm around Tara’s waist as they walked down the stairs. Spike stared at them, before closing the door.


"Did you tell Giles you needed to speak to him?" Buffy asked, once Spike had the house locked up.

"Yes, I did." Spike said, walking behind her as they went up the stairs.

Buffy stopped him, staring into his face. “Is there something going on I should know about?”

There were several answers to that question. Yes, Buffy. Your Watcher is dating your best friend’s ex, and your husband wants to have the chip, which keeps him from killing humans, out of his head. Yep, Buffy, there’s something going on. Spike didn’t want to have this conversation. Not now, anyway.

“No, just guy stuff. Nothing for you to worry about.” Spike rubbed his hand over her stomach.

“I love you.” Buffy said, stroking his hair.

“I love you, too.”

"Buffy, come here, I want to show you want I found in the attic." Dawn called from the nursery.

Spike watched her go. He wanted to tell her about the chip, but there was still a tiny sliver of fear inside him, that she would reject him or keep him from the baby if he was no longer harnessed. He knew it was absolutely ridiculous to think that way. Buffy loved him. If she didn't, they would have a baby to worry about. And he worried. That night at Marie’s convinced him, he needed to change. He had to change to be the man Buffy deserved. He wanted the chip out. He wanted to be the vamp he was before the Initiative. He wanted to be able to protect him family from all threats.


Dawn handed Buffy the faded picture. He can’t see this. He can’t see this. Buffy narrowed her eyes, throwing daggers at her. “I can’t believe you found these. I thought I’d hidden them.”

“Guess not. Have that one. I’ve got plenty more.” Dawn smiled. She had Buffy right where she wanted her. Blackmail was a beautiful thing.

“You won’t show these to him. I won’t let you.”

“I want the premium package. We can afford it.”

“You’re blackmailing me for cable.” Buffy stated, still not believing the levels Dawn would stoop to get what she wanted.

“Better cable.” Dawn informed her, crossing her arms over her chest. “Order it tomorrow or these go to Spike.”

Was that a threat? Buffy‘s brow rose at that. She decided to call the little schemer‘s bluff. “You wouldn’t. We’re blood.” Buffy protested.

Dawn shrugged. “Yes, we are, but this is all about MTV and InStyle.” Spike stopped in the hall, listening to the conversation inside.

“He already knows the truth, Dawn. He’s my husband.” Buffy pointed out, hoping Dawn didn’t realize how Spike knew.

“He’s never seen you totally brunette, Buffy. I think he’d be real interested.” Buffy gritted her teeth.

“Fine. I’ll order the super dooper, every single channel known to man cable for you. Now, hand over those pictures.” Buffy demanded, holding her hand out. Dawn handed the bundle over, kissing Buffy lightly on the cheek.

“Thanks, Buff.” Spike leaned against the door, shaking his head at her “negotiating skills”. Dawn pecked him on the cheek, sliding a photo to him as she passed.

“You’ve created a monster.” Buffy remarked to him. She turned, smiling as Spike held the photo up.

“Nice hair, luv. You do realize there is zero chance of us having a blonde child. I guess Bitty will take up the long-standing Develin practice of dyeing her hair blonde.” Buffy giggled, running her fingers through his curls.

Develin. I’m Buffy Summers-Develin. How weird is that? And her daughter would be a Develin, too. And somehow, in this crazy mixed-up world they inhabited, a man, dead for over a century and a woman, killed twice, would live on in the body of a small child. Buffy smiled broadly, holding Spike tightly.

“Yep. We’ll start her early, so she’ll be a pro by the time she gets to kindergarten.”



Buffy sat in the middle of the bed, glancing around the room. Gone were all traces that Willow and Tara lived there. In fact, it seemed Joyce had returned. Dawn must have placed some of Joyce’s things back in the room, like her crystal bowl, where she kept her rings at night. Her book of Sonnets, the one Spike gave her for her birthday the year she died. Little mementos of the woman who loved them all, and it made Buffy feel a little bit better about being in this room without her.
Spike shut the light off in the bathroom, and sat on the bed.

“Those look very nice on you.” Buffy commented.

Spike rolled his eyes. He didn’t mind sleeping on satin sheets, but wearing it was an entirely different cup of tea. “Thank you, but tell me again why I’m wearing these. It’s not like Dawn doesn’t know I sleep in the nude. Remember the bathroom incident.”

Buffy giggled, and she swore Spike blushed. Yes, the bathroom incident. Her craving hot fudge and Graham crackers. Spike naked in the kitchen. Dawn getting up to go to the bathroom. The stairs. The screams. The yelps. The laughter. Well, on her part anyway. “I remember.”

“And we have our own bathroom now.” Spike protested lamely.

“And I still have mid-morning cravings, so for tonight, see how they feel. For me....” She batted her lashes, and smiled at him.

“Fine. I’ll try them out, but don’t blame me if you can’t get to the goodies when you get an itch.” Spike kissed her on the lips, bearing her back against the pillow.

“I don’t have any problems getting what I want, Spike. Haven’t you figured that out yet?” She said, nipping his chin with her teeth.

“Oh, I figured it out, alright.”


<I> August 1st

I continue in my search for Martine. I take comfort in the fact there hasn’t been a rise in demon activity since she left my care. I have debated telling the Council about her absence, her disappearance. My love for the child wars with my desire to do my duty by the Council. We are all bound by our duties, and as long as it appears that Martine continues to do hers, I cannot find fault with who she chooses to share her bed with.

August 8th

I met with a Learl demon tonight. He has information on Martine. There has been word of a young woman, who fights with the strength of ten men. A raven-haired beauty who appears only at night, battling those who would do harm to the citizens of that area. They call her the Raven for they know not who or what she is. I must travel to this place, to see for myself if it is my Slayer.


August 14

I have found Martine, and it is as was feared. She is with child. The child of a demon, but you would never know it. She has never been more beautiful. She literally glows with happiness. Henri is suspicious of my presence, but allows it, only because Martine is happy. They are in love. That is easy for me to see. There is no thrall evident, only a deep, abiding love.

I wish the Council could see them together. How he cares for her. Martine tells me she has been keeping her diary. She has not forgotten everything I taught her. She believes her life is the true way vampires and slayers are supposed to be. She is naïve. I’ve always known this, yet, I did not know her naiveté would lead her here. If I were to tell her about the prophecy, she would not believe me.

I must notify the Council. They will know what to do. I fear for her, my slayer, my daughter. </I>


He was a glutton for punishment. Spike decided, closing Jayme’s diary. This wasn’t the type of thing he should read before heading to meet another Watcher. Tended to give credence to his worries. Jayme was the naïve one, not Martine. She knew the truth. She knew what had taken Spike several years to figure out. Slayers and vampires were the other’s opposite, if that made any sense. It was almost as if they’d been separated at birth. It was weird, but he felt whole with Buffy with him.

Spike stared down at his sleeping wife, his eyes roaming over her sun-kissed skin. She was perfect, made more so by the swell of her belly. His child. Their child. Their little miracle. He had to protect them. Had to do everything in his power to make sure no harm befell them. Sliding out of bed, placing his pillow under Buffy’s arm, he went to the bathroom. Giles was going to meet him at 9, so he’d best be going if he wanted to get there before Buffy awoke. He left a note, saying he needed to check on the treasure and would be back in time to go to the Magic Box. He looked in on his other girl, and found her snoring louder than a bulldozer, and smiled. What he was considering was for the good of his family. He just hoped the others saw it that way.



Giles sipped his coffee, speculating on what Spike wanted to talk about. He thought he might know, but he wanted to give Spike a chance to explain himself. He owed him that. He owed Buffy that, as well. He heard movement below, and wondered at the folly of waiting alone inside the crypt, accessible to any demon with half the sense to find it through the tunnels.

He let out the breath he’d been holding when he saw the familiar blonde curls appear through the hole. Giles watched Spike closely as he shuffled over to the refrigerator for his breakfast. Something was definitely weighing on the vamp’s mind, that much was obvious. His stance held none of the swagger of old, but a weariness that shocked Giles.

“Spike, is everything alright between you and Buffy?”

“I’m taking good care of her, Rupe. I didn’t think you’d start in on me so quickly. We’ve only been married a week.” Spike slumped into his chair, and winced at his surly attitude. Great way to start this conversation.

“Spike, I’m not condemning you. I think you’ve taken great care of Buffy and Dawn. I’m concerned because, frankly, you look like shit. You’ve got the weight of the world on your shoulders, and you don’t wear it well.” Giles clapped him on the shoulder, and hopped up on the sarcophagus. He placed one foot up on the cold concrete and waited for Spike to tell him why they were here.

Spike leaned forward on his elbows, staring at his boots. There was no point in bullshitting around with the Watcher. He wouldn’t appreciate it, and they didn’t have time for it either. “I want to get the chip out or deactivated. I can’t protect them like this. I’m helpless.”

Giles set the cup down on the sepulcher, and regarded the man in front of him.

“I know you don’t trust me. I haven’t given you much reason in the past to, but they are my life, and I can’t risk anything happening to them.” Spike added.

“Have you discussed any of this with Buffy?” Giles said calmly. The steady tenor of his voice belying the automatic uneasiness in the pit of his stomach.

“No! Don’t be daft. She’s got enough to worry about. I wanted to get your opinion first.” Spike stood up, pacing the short length of the crypt. “I couldn’t live if something happened to one of my girls. I love them so much. And I know you still find that hard to believe... but I do.”

Giles thought no such thing, but Spike wouldn’t allow him to defend himself before he launched into another tirade. “I’m no good for her, for them if I can’t fight the Council. They’ll take her. They’ll take my baby. That can’t happen. She’s... they’re all I’ve got.”

Giles wondered if the Council would reconsider their opinion of vampires if they saw the anguish on Spike’s face, in his demeanor. Here was a man who loved his family and worried about their safety above his own. Here was a vampire bearing his soul to a Watcher, not concerned that he was putting his life in danger by expressing his desire to be unleashed.

“Spike... Spike.” Giles placed his fingers between his lips and blew. Spike spun around, his vampire face on.

“Now, that I have your attention, please sit down and be quiet.” Their eyes met and held each other’s for a minute. Spike sat down heavily, his head in his hands.

“I will help you. Mainly, because you’re right. You should have every means at your disposal to protect your family. Secondly, because you’ve earned my trust. I don’t think for one moment you will attack and kill anyone. Not because the demon has been tamed, but because it would hurt Buffy. And you don’t hurt Buffy, Spike. You love her more than I thought possible of any man or demon.”

Spike jumped up, then fell back in his seat, horrified by the gesture he’d almost committed. He was actually going to hug Rupert. Englishman don’t hug, much less Watchers and Vampires.

“Thank you, Giles.”

Giles rolled his eyes. “Don’t thank me yet. You still have to talk to Buffy, then to the rest of them. After that, we’ll need to find someone reliable and trustworthy to remove the thing. We have a long road ahead of us.” Giles finished.

“When haven’t we, mate?”



Buffy kissed the pillow, scrunching her nose in disgust when she realized it wasn’t cold and male, namely her husband. “Spike?” She called sleepily. Buffy sat up in bed, looking at the clock. 10 o’clock. Ah, unemployment was a blessing. She thought. Buffy laid back down, checking out their room. It still felt wrong somewhat to be in this room. This was Mom’s room.

No, Buffy, it’s yours. You’re the mother now. Buffy turned startled by the words spoken in her mind.

“Mom?” Her voice cracked.

“Buffy, are you up?” Buffy heard Dawn say through the closed door. “Are you and Spike decent?”

Buffy frowned. “Dawn, come in. Spike’s not here?” Don’t panic, Buffy. He’s probably in the basement.

“No, when I woke up the house was empty.” Dawn stooped and picked up the note. “He went to the crypt to check on the Amara.” She said, handing the note to Buffy.

“Oh, I must have been totally out of it, if I missed him getting out of bed.” Buffy was disappointed he didn’t wake her, but pushed that thought aside. He was doing what he did best. He took care of her, in spite of herself.

“Well, you were traveling all day yesterday, and then the coming home party. It’s no wonder you slept so hard.” Dawn sat on the bed, next to Buffy, who stroked her stomach.

“Bitty’s hungry. Do we have any waffles? I could so go for waffles and honey and ketchup.” Buffy said, her mouth watering at the thought of that delicious goodness.

“Eww! Buffy, that’s gross.” Dawn said, falling back on the bed, holding her stomach in mock agony.

“It’s not. It’s spicy. Mix in some crawfish and shrimp, umm. It melts in your mouth.” Buffy said, laying down next to Dawn.

“More like it burns a hole through your stomach.” Dawn giggled. “So, what do you want to do today? Veg? Shop? No school today, so I’m at your beck and call.”



Spike flew in the door, breathing heavily. His talk with Giles had lasted longer than he’d planned. They went over what they knew about the chip. Spike admitted he’d sought Warren’s help once he realized he could hit Buffy.

“We can start there. We have all of Warren’s papers, so I’m sure they are in there. Once we know how it works, we can begin to figure out how to remove it without killing you.” Giles commented.

“I’ll tell Buffy and Dawn when I get home. If you don’t see me later, you know I’m presently in residence inside the Hoover.” Spike joked, but Giles could see this wasn’t a baseless fear.

Spike couldn’t honestly think Buffy would kill him. Save him from insecure vampires and hormonal slayers. “You saved her. She loves you. I wouldn’t be helping you, if I didn’t think this was in Buffy’s best interest. I’d better get going. Anya will be put out if I don’t get there to help her open.”

Thanks for the pep talk, Rupert. “So, I see things with Demon Girl have moved beyond mere flirting?” Spike leaned against the sepulcher, crossing his arms over his chest. Giles sighed. So much for broody, introspective Spike. Cocky, irritationg Spike was back.

“Spike, do mind your own business. You are not to say anything to Buffy until I talk to her. And…Anya and I will tell Xander. Make sure you don’t.” He warned, knowing Spike would love to make Xander miserable.

Spike smirked. “I’m on your side. What one man doesn’t appreciate, another will. She’s my kind of girl, and not just because she irritates that lot either.”



Spike waited outside the room, listening to the two sisters inside. Where are your balls, man? You can handle her.

“We‘re going to the Magic Box. I guess we could stop at the mall later. Look at some baby things.” Buffy was saying.

“I can show you the place where I got the baby linens. It‘s so cool. Did you know they have an entire store devoted to babies? It‘s like some kind of weird baby superstore.” Dawn said excitedly.

“Was it Babies ‘R Us?” Dawn frowned, and rolled her eyes. “You knew all along. Well, I’m the kid. I’m not supposed to know those things.”

“You’d better not.” Spike said from the doorway.

“Hey, Mr. Leave your wife in bed, how was the treasure?” Spike walked around and sat on the other side. He laid his head in Buffy’s lap, wondering if this would be the last time she‘d let him get this close to her. He could hear Bitty’s heart beating and it calmed him.

Buffy‘s eyes narrowed. Something was off. Spike was scaring her with his silent, almost cautious movements around her.

“I didn’t go to check on the treasure. I went to talk to Giles.” Buffy stroked his face, her eyes registering her concern.

“Why? What has happened?”

“Nothing. Yet. I had to talk to him about something that will affect all of us.”

“Maybe, I should go to my room?” Dawn suggested. She had sense enough to see that whatever Spike was getting ready to drop on Buffy, it wasn’t going to be pretty.

Spike smiled tightly. His hand reaching out to touch Dawn’s arm. His Bit. God, pull yourself together man. They are on your side, especially Dawn.

“You’re a member of this family, too. I want your opinion as well.”

Buffy stared off into space. There was only one thing which stood between them, and it wasn‘t the Council, or Angel, or Dru, or Riley. “You want to get the chip out.” She stated.

Spike’s eyes widened at Buffy’s proclamation. Was he that readable to her? He sat up, staring into Buffy’s hazel eyes, which were angry and hurt.

“Do you?” Dawn asked. Wow, that was cool. No more headaches. No more… uh, oh. Buffy looked livid, and that was not good.

“Yes. I do, but I have my reasons.” Spike said quickly. “I...”

“Dawn, go to your room. I’m going to kill him, and I don’t want you to be traumatized by it.” Buffy said angrily. She scooted off the bed, and started pacing.

“Buffy,” Dawn protested, but Spike waved her off.

“Go on, Platelet. It’ll be alright.” Spike caressed her face, and led her out the door, closing it behind him.

He rested his head against the door, his breaths coming hard and fast. She had to believe in him. He couldn‘t bear to be away from them. Taking one final deep breath, he turned and braced himself as Buffy pounded her fist into his chest.

“How could you?” Buffy accused. “How could you go to Giles first?”

Spike caught her wrists, holding her still. “I didn’t want to scare you. I....I...” He stammered.

Buffy wrenched her wrists away. “Scare me. I‘ve never been scared of you. You‘re lying to me, and I want the truth.”

Spike hung his head, sighing heavily. “I was afraid you’d kick me out.” Buffy stopped her pacing. Her heart ached for the sorrow in his voice, but that was quickly overruled by the anger she felt.

“Why would you think something stupid like that? God! I’m your wife, damnit! I promised to love you through all kinds of crap.“ She grabbed his face, forcing him to look into her eyes. “You don’t trust me. That’s what this is all about. Isn’t it? You don’t trust me. You don‘t trust that I love you enough.” She yelled.

“I trust you. I trust that you love our child more than your own life. I trust that you’ll do whatever is necessary to protect her, even if that means keeping her from me.” Spike felt the tears welling up in his eyes.

“Are you insane?” Buffy cried. “We’ve slept together for months, and you’ve never bitten me, not even... then.” She said, knowing Dawn stood on the other side of the door listening. “And that’s what vampires do!” Buffy grabbed his arms, pushing him up against the door. Her eyes pleaded with him to believe her, to believe in them.

“That trust thing goes both ways. You have to trust that our love is stronger than your demon. I already know that, which is why I sleep when I‘m with you. Before you, I didn‘t sleep.” Why couldn’t he understand?

Spike pressed his forehead to hers, crying. “But the chip...”

“It wasn’t the chip that made me fall in love with you. It didn’t make you fall in love with me. It just forced us to be together without killing each other.” And believe me, I’m ready to kill you right now for destroying our happiness. We’re still on our honeymoon.

Dawn pressed her ear to the door. This was wrong. This was all wrong. They were supposed to be a happy family. It couldn’t end like this. It just couldn’t. Dawn turned and slid down the wall, her head buried in her arms. Her sobs were quiet at first, then became painfully loud.

“Buffy, I just don’t want to mess up. I don’t want to risk..” Spike turned to the door, his head cocked to the side. “Nib?”

Buffy stared at him, finally hearing what he heard. The soft wail coming from outside their bedroom. Spike looked at her, and all the anger she felt was gone. Dawnie.

Spike opened the door, but Dawn didn’t have the strength to get up and move. Next thing she knew, she felt arms around her, holding her, comforting her, reassuring her.

“Dawnie, we’re sorry. Please stop crying. Everything is okay.” Buffy said, kissing her hair and face.

“I don’t want Spike to leave.” Spike kissed Dawn’s forehead, drawing it up till she looked into his eyes.

“I’m not going anywhere. Even if she threw me out, I’d just stalk her. You know that, Bit.” Dawn laughed, sniffling as she did.

“You and Buffy are the most important women in my life. And Bitty...she’s my heart.” Spike sat cross-legged in front of Dawn. Buffy held his hand, supporting him, loving him. “I just want to be able to protect you.” Spike said, as much to Dawn, but to Buffy as well.

Dawn looked up, her lashes wet with tears. “Promise, you won’t leave us, Spike. Promise.”

“Never. I’m never going to leave you. We’re family. The four of us are family, and we’re staying together.” Dawn wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Dawn, no one is going anywhere. I want you and Spike to understand why I’m upset.” Buffy said, wiping the tears off Dawn’s face. “It’s not about the chip. Spike has to do what’s best for him, and if this is it, I’ll stand beside him 100%. I’m hurt you didn’t have faith in me, in us.”

Buffy grabbed the wall, and stood up, carefully. She went back into her bedroom, and closed the door.

“I fucked up, didn’t I?” Spike asked, spinning around so he could sit next to Dawn.

“Yep, she’s pissed and hurt. I am too, Spike, but I didn’t marry you.” Dawn laid her head on Spike’s shoulder. “Go talk to her.”

“I love you two so much. I feel helpless with this thing in my head.” He explained.


Buffy sat on the bed, twisting her wedding band. He was supposed to trust her. Instead, he’d been afraid of her reaction. Damn him for making her feel guilty. Damn him for not knowing she loved him with every bit of her being. He was part of her. He was her soul and she was his. He should have known that she trusted him in all things.

Spike twisted his band, remembering Buffy’s vows to him.

“Go talk to her. I’m going to get breakfast. I promise I won’t burn the house down. I’ll do cereal. That’s harmless.” Dawn said, pulling Spike up off the floor. She hugged him again, and retreated down the steps.


Spike sat on the edge of the bed, facing Buffy. She refused to look at him. Instead, she stared at the gold band on her finger. “Have I not proved to you I love you? I trust you.”

“Countless times, but this is big, Buffy. This thing.” He said, pointing to his head. “Changes everything. What if I can’t control the demon?” Buffy’s hand reached out to clasp his.

“You control it. You always have. I’m the Slayer, and I know my blood calls out to you, to all vamps, but you’ve never so much as bit my finger. Because you’re in control. I put my life, my sister’s, my friends‘, our daughter’s life in your hands for safe keeping.” She smiled slightly. “I love you. That’s all I can promise is to continue to love you.”

Spike pulled Buffy till she was nearly sitting in his lap. His arms wound around her tightly. “I was so scared.”

Buffy rubbed his head. “I know, but you don’t have to worry about me. I know you wouldn’t hurt us.”

“Xander won’t be happy.” About a lot of things.

“He doesn’t matter. Me and Dawn. We matter. Don’t worry about the rest of them. They’ll have to deal. This is about our family.” She said honestly.

“Our family.” Spike whispered.



Buffy sat on the stair below him, her hand holding his. Dawn sat above them, her hand resting lightly on his shoulder. They had positioned themselves so he was covered, and he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at their efforts. Buffy looked over her shoulder and smiled at him, and he was struck silly with the knowledge that she approved of his desire to remove the chip. She wasn’t worried or concerned for her safety, for their child’s. She trusted him to do the right thing.

His eyes held her, caressing her lightly. They’d made love after talking. It was slow and languid, expressing in action, not words, their love for each other. When they came downstairs, Dawn was waiting, waffles on the table along with Buffy’s newest craving, ketchup and honey. Dawn wanted a full report on New Orleans, and everything that had happened. She even got him to read her a passage from Martine’s diary, which she swore was better than any Danielle Steele novel. It was almost as if the argument and tears from earlier hadn’t occurred at all. They were just a normal family having breakfast before heading out into the day. It was nice.

Anya flitted about, dusting this, adjusting that. Not really staying in one place. It was making Giles dizzy and nervous. She was angry at Xander for some slight from the night before, and wanted nothing more than to reveal their relationship. He wasn’t exactly looking forward to spending the next few hours with Xander either, his guilt pricking at his moral center. And then there was Willow, who watched them constantly last night, waiting for any kind of slip up on their part. No wonder Buffy went off the deep end. They were adults, making adult decisions, yet, they were being held hostage by their friends. It was utterly ridiculous. And on top of that, they had the Council threat and the chip removal on the horizon. Yes, the coming summer was definitely going to be the dog days of Summer.

“We’re here. Let the research begin.” Xander announced as he came through the door. He smiled at Anya, walking purposefully over to the table and taking a seat. He was determined to smile and be happy in Anya’s presence, even if his face cracked from the effort.

Tara and Willow sat down in the remaining seats. Tara noticed the strained looks on Buffy and Spike’s faces. Wonder what happened since last night? She mused.

Giles got up and gave his seat to Anya. He pulled the parchment out and laid it out on the table. He, then picked up the diaries and placed them at the corners.

“These are the items Charles Jayme’s left with his family. We believe this is the original prophecy.” He said, indicating the parchment. “The rest are Martine and Jayme’s writings.”

“Hey, G-man, this one’s in French. I’m a little rusty with that language.” Xander joked. Willow picked the book up, scanning the pages.

“Wow, I knew about it, but seeing it is believing. Have you read it yet?” She asked, turning to Buffy and Spike.

“We’ve read it. Some, not all.” Spike replied.

“Martine’s diary is not as important as this one. Jayme details everything from the time Martine was called to after her death. In fact, it goes 2 two years after her death. It stops shortly after he discovered this.”

Tara took the parchment in hand, feeling the graininess of the paper, also feeling the power emanating from it. She felt the energy course through it, but it wasn’t dark or evil. It was actually cleansing and pure. They watched as her eyes fluttered close and her body wavered as if balanced on string. Giles plucked the roll out of her hand, and she inhaled sharply.

“Tara, baby, are you alright?” Willow asked worriedly. She ran her hands over Tara’s face, and down her shoulders.

“Yes, Willow. I’m fine. It was the strangest feeling. It was so peaceful.” She was still floating, but the headiness was subsiding.

“Is that dangerous?” Buffy inquired.

“No, it doesn’t appear to be. Tara might have tapped into whatever magicks were used to create this document.” Giles asked, his brow furrowed.

“Can I see it?” Dawn asked.

“Bitty has been communicating with me. She told me to be ready to do what was needed. Maybe, I’m the one to help translate it.” Spike and Buffy wore matching expressions on their faces, concern, worry, wonder.

“No, Bit. We can translate it. Its in the same language as the passage we found. If and when we need you, you can help us.” Spike promised. Dawn nodded, and leaned back against the top step.

“I guess that means we’re ready for our assignments, Giles. What do you want us to do?” Xander asked, clasping his hands together on the table.

“There’s something else we need to discuss.” Buffy said, standing up. “Before we tell you, know this: The decision has already been made.” She turned to Spike, who stood next to her. It was now or never. No going back now, especially after that statement.

“I’m getting the chip out.”



Buffy had to admit, Xander took it better than she thought he would. It had taken him a full minute before he leapt over the table to get to Spike. He found himself hanging in the air, held up by a Willow’s argument special. He had ranted and raved for twenty minutes until he finally promised Willow he wouldn’t try anything. She lowered him to the ground, but kept the barrier up. It separated from Spike and Buffy from Xander and the rest of them.

“Spike, why do you want to get the chip out?” Tara asked quietly. Spike could have kissed Glinda. Always the level headed one.

“To protect my family. That’s all.” Buffy and Dawn stood beside him, their hands clasped together.

“How do we know you won’t kill them or us?” Xander spat.

“Do you even think before you speak? He loves them. He would never hurt them.” Anya shouted. Xander turned to her, wincing at the anger he saw in her pretty eyes.

“I know he says he loves them, but what happens when the chip isn’t controlling the demon?” Xander looked to Giles for support and found none.

“The demon never controlled Spike. He’s always been in control of his actions, good or bad. The bloodlust never controlled him, like it did... Angelus.” Buffy said it, and they all, even Spike, looked at her with wonder.

“What? Tell me that isn’t what all of this is based on. What Angelus did? How evil he was to all of us? Well, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” She cried. “But I refuse to allow you to compare them. Spike is nothing like Angelus. Never was. Never will be.” Spike pulled her into his arms. He glared at Xander for making her remember Angelus, and what he did.

“Look, whelp. You have your issues, but you know I would never consider doing this, if I thought I’d hurt them. I’d kill myself first.” Buffy stiffened in his arms.

“That won’t be necessary. I’ll do it myself.”

“Xander, it isn’t done yet. We have to find out what could happen if we attempt to remove the chip. It could cause Spike irreparable damage.” Giles wished the boy would open his mind. He no longer thought this had solely to do with his crush on Buffy, but more to do with his disdain for demons.

“Fine. I won’t say a word. If he starts killing, I’ll do what you won’t be able to do.” Xander pointed at Buffy. “I believe we have research to do. Let’s get started.” He said, taking a book off the table and retreating to the loft.

They watched him go with a sense of dread.

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