Somewhere I Belong

A Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel Fanfiction by

Sharon Arnotdon

Setting: Chosen, but instead of Spike going to hell, someone's born.

Rating: Strong PG, may pop up a notch, we'll have to see how it goes.

Pairing: Will eventually be Spuffy, might have some others, will let you all know.

Notes/Warnings: Is an Angel crossover, and you'll be able to tell when that happens.

Feedback: Please! The response to Breaking the Habit was awesome! I hope you all like this one also.

Anya was dead, lying on the ground, dust fell and walls were collapsing, but Buffy's hand stayed in Spike's, she watched the flamed spread when suddenly, a breath of cold took the entire school. Everything stopped, and demonic voices began to ring out through the chaos. The flames went out, and Spike gazed at her, looked wearily around. "Who turned off the flamethrower?"

"Buffy?"

"Here!" She choked out in response to Willow's call. She turned to see Xander tending to a suddenly living Anya, who nestled against him.

"She's come." She whispered and Buffy's brow furrowed.

"Who has?"

Anya smiled softly as Willow and Tara joined the group. "The chosen one, we have to find her."

Xander shook his head. "You can't go anywhere, it's a miracle you survived."

But ignoring his words Anya stood and began to randomly search around. Spike shook his head. "I think you hit that head of yours pretty hard, no one's here I don't smell . . ." He paused. "Wait a minute."

"Would someone please explain to me what's going on?" Buffy said softly and Anya turned and smiled at her.

"You're a mother!"

Buffy felt the corners of her mouth twitch. "Anya, I think you'd better sit down, how could I be a mother? I haven't been pregnant and haven't given birth."

Anya shook her head and continued to search and Willow spoke up. "Buffy, she might be right. I remember reading something once where a slayer is presented with a daughter, a gift of sorts and a mighty one. The father would be determined by her birthmark, it would be their name temporarily scarred on their shoulder."

"Here!" Spike called from around a corner, most of them tried to remain calm but in excitement and curiosity they followed, Spike frowned as he looked to where he had been led. "Never mind, 's just a bloody cat!"

The black cat ran and a fallen stone was all that was there. They all turned to go when Willow piped up. "Hang on. Spike, help me move this." With combined effort the stone easily moved and everyone's jaws dropped. "A Singaron cat! She was guarding her!" Willow scooped up the naked baby, tiny as a newborn. It's tiny eyes opened to reveal a pair of startling blue ones, but of course all babies had blue eyes at birth.

"Aw, she's kind of cute!" Andrew professed.

The infant sneezed and alarmed, Buffy quickly spoke up. "She's cold, where can we get a . . ."

"Hang on a minute." Spike slipped from his jacket and held it out, Willow placed the baby in it and Spike wrapped her up, he smiled softly. "There you go love, nice 'n' cozy." He carefully transferred her to Buffy's arms. "Here pet, you are her mum after all."

Instinct kicking in Buffy looked around. "We better get her out of here. Where's Dawn?"

"Right here." Dawn stood from across the hall. "Been waiting for you guys."

"So, what are you going to call her?" Buffy looked up from the baby to Spike, who was sitting nearby, watching her feed the little girl a bottle.

"What do you mean?"

He chuckled. "Well," he leaned back. "All babies do have names."

"Oh right uh, well what do you like?"

"ME?"

"Well, yeah."

"What does that matter?"

"Spike, . . ."

"All right, all right. No more puppy eyes. If you really must know I've always been fond of Jamie."

"Jamie," she whispered and smiled. "I kinda like it." She paused and looked at him. "Does it have any meaning, that you know of?"

"Seizing by the heel, it's the feminine of James, a variation of Jacob which of course was one of Rachel's twins in the Bible."

She raised a brow. "You knew all that?"

"No, you git! It's called the dictionary, popular names section."

She laughed. "Well I like it, I think it suits her." She smiled down at her daughter, who had finished her bottle. "She reminds me of you."

He frowned at her, confused. "Why would you say that, pet?"

She bit her lip and handed him the baby. "Spike, look at her arm."

William the Bloody

A cool, moderately heavy breeze touched their shoulders as they talked outside, when he realized she was chilled he lifted his jacket from his shoulders and laid it on hers, she smiled lightly, he had been so protective of her since Fred had died, it was an odd feeling for her, she had never really been looked after and she sighed, suggested they go inside.

He led her in and she sighed as the warmth of Wolfram and Hart hit her, Wesley took his heavier and her light jacket, placed it on a rack and caught up to continue their conversation. She detached the stakes from her arm device and threw the stuff on the desk for Harmony to put away. She crossed her arms and turned to him. "Guess I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yes, you'd better get your rest. Maybe if you're good I'll sneak you into the lab to keep me from going insane."

"With Illyria in there? I don't know, she freaks me out."

"Well, it's not like she can technically 'kill' you."

She rolled her grey eyes. "Oh, ha ha. Very funny. I'll see you Wes."

"Tomorrow." He promised and went off to close up the lab.

She sighed and turned to get her things before she went home, just as Angel came from his office. "Jamie! How'd the patrol go?"

She shrugged. "Same old routine. Anything exciting here?"

"Well your old man got his ass kicked, which was enjoyable. Nothing else really."

Touchy about this subject she shrugged. "Yeah, huh. Dad . . ."

Angel frowned. "What's wrong?"

She shrugged. "He seems like more of a distant Uncle than a Dad."

He sighed. "He really loves you Jamie . . ."

"Really." She scoffed and began to walk away when he grabbed her arm.

"I'd be the last one to ever defend Spike, and I'm not. I want you to understand that you were a load for him, your Mom just dumped you on him . . ."

"What a great excuse, and he's had 22 years to get over it!"

Angel frowned and flinched slightly. "Yeah . . . Right uh. Just take it easy on him?"

She sighed. "G'night Angel."

He watched her leave and shook his head, she'd have to learn the truth soon. But tonight wasn't the night and tomorrow didn't look good either. Just as fate would have it Spike ambled from down the hall, ice pack to head. "Damn bitch, I'll show 'er!"

Angel sighed and motioned to his door. "We have to talk."

Spike watched him as he walked in, no questions and followed. "About what that can't wait until tomorrow?"

"It's about Jamie."

Spike dropped the pack and his face contorted with anger. "What did you do? I swear to God if you've laid a hand on her! . . ."

"Shut up. I'm not screwing around with her, but you should know that she's kind of, how can I explain this," he rubbed his chin. "Hurt?"

Spike frowned, genuinely confused. "W- by what?"

"You, she thinks you don't love her. That she's just a pain in your royal white ass."

Spike frowned more deeply. "God I'm not surprised. These past five years have been hell, Angel, sheer hell, she's gone from a newborn to woman, past puberty and school and bullshit like that, how am I going to tell her she should be playing with Barbie's?"

Angel shook his head. "It's not going to be easy but uh, I want you to know I'm here for you, to well, help."

Now let me explain the time-line because this might get confusing. This is five years after Chosen, which obviously extends the Angel time-line. Jamie thinks she's twenty two when really she's only been around five years, which means they've been studying Illyria around three years, maybe just two. Hope you like, R&R