AN: Ehh, my first Buffy fic...
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"I swear--"
"Don't swear, McKenzie."
"Okay, I... Well, it's never going to stop being hot."
"Sure it is!"
McKenzie, Spike and Buffy's first and only child sat restlessly at the window. She toyed with her golden locks, and rubbed her hazel eyes. She was the picture of her mother.
"Mom?"
"Yes, sweety?"
"Are you patrolling tonight?"
"Uhh, I'm not sure, maybe Daddy will go tonight.. Why?"
"Daddy said we'd go shopping, but somehow, I just doubt he'll walk out the front door." The fifteen year old girl stood, yawning and stretching. She paused a moment at the door to the kitchen. She remembered the first time she'd really gotten in trouble. Spike had been asleep in the bedroom, and her, as mischeivious as a three year old could be, ran in and drew the curtains. "Daddy," she'd called. "Sun's out, let's play!"
He'd yelled, jumped up and closed the curtains. "Kenzie," he'd said angrily, "Daddy can't play
when the sun's out."
She'd plagued him with "why's" a lot afterwards, and when she was ten, she'd learned the truth.
Buffy had sat her down one day after school and told her.
"Honey, me and Daddy wanna tell you something."
She'd accepted it, but her first reaction was "You married a vampire?!"
"Kenzie?" Buffy called from the couch, "Are you okay?"
"Sure, Mom, just thinking," she called back. "Are you going to wake Dad up? It's about five."
"Sure, Kenzie, you can wake him up."
McKenzie wandered upstairs, and paused at her parents doorframe, smiling at her father. Spike was sprawled over the bed, mouth gaping and the drool running. "Daddy! Get up, get up, get up!"
"Hum? Whats 'at, Kenzie? Up? Sun?"
"It's almost six, Daddy, please get up."
"Sure." His eyes fluttered open momentarily, glared at the girl, and smiled. "Kenzie, are you
wearing your mothers dress?"
She smiled and nodded. "It fits!" she smiled and added "even my boobs." McKenzie had
extremely larger boobs than her mother, and Spike always proudly claimed, "she looks like my mother,"
but the scoobies always thought she was the picture of her mother. She was. Same nose, smile,
cheekbones, hair. And, although Buffy always hesitated to add, her strength. Her agility.
"Still on for shopping?" Spike asked his daughter, who'd spaced again, not for the first
time tonight.
"Of course!" She exclaimed, and smiled that smile. That smile that made his unbeating heart
skip a beat.
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"I swear--"
"Don't swear, McKenzie."
"Okay, I... Well, it's never going to stop being hot."
"Sure it is!"
McKenzie, Spike and Buffy's first and only child sat restlessly at the window. She toyed with her golden locks, and rubbed her hazel eyes. She was the picture of her mother.
"Mom?"
"Yes, sweety?"
"Are you patrolling tonight?"
"Uhh, I'm not sure, maybe Daddy will go tonight.. Why?"
"Daddy said we'd go shopping, but somehow, I just doubt he'll walk out the front door." The fifteen year old girl stood, yawning and stretching. She paused a moment at the door to the kitchen. She remembered the first time she'd really gotten in trouble. Spike had been asleep in the bedroom, and her, as mischeivious as a three year old could be, ran in and drew the curtains. "Daddy," she'd called. "Sun's out, let's play!"
He'd yelled, jumped up and closed the curtains. "Kenzie," he'd said angrily, "Daddy can't play
when the sun's out."
She'd plagued him with "why's" a lot afterwards, and when she was ten, she'd learned the truth.
Buffy had sat her down one day after school and told her.
"Honey, me and Daddy wanna tell you something."
She'd accepted it, but her first reaction was "You married a vampire?!"
"Kenzie?" Buffy called from the couch, "Are you okay?"
"Sure, Mom, just thinking," she called back. "Are you going to wake Dad up? It's about five."
"Sure, Kenzie, you can wake him up."
McKenzie wandered upstairs, and paused at her parents doorframe, smiling at her father. Spike was sprawled over the bed, mouth gaping and the drool running. "Daddy! Get up, get up, get up!"
"Hum? Whats 'at, Kenzie? Up? Sun?"
"It's almost six, Daddy, please get up."
"Sure." His eyes fluttered open momentarily, glared at the girl, and smiled. "Kenzie, are you
wearing your mothers dress?"
She smiled and nodded. "It fits!" she smiled and added "even my boobs." McKenzie had
extremely larger boobs than her mother, and Spike always proudly claimed, "she looks like my mother,"
but the scoobies always thought she was the picture of her mother. She was. Same nose, smile,
cheekbones, hair. And, although Buffy always hesitated to add, her strength. Her agility.
"Still on for shopping?" Spike asked his daughter, who'd spaced again, not for the first
time tonight.
"Of course!" She exclaimed, and smiled that smile. That smile that made his unbeating heart
skip a beat.