Title: That's Impossible...
Author: Drusilla1900
Spoilers: Becoming
Distribution: "I miss Prague...", If you want it, please ask.
Rating: R
Feed back: Feed back good, flames bad.
Note: In my world Dru didn't leave Spike after he took her out of Sunnydale in Becoming.
Disclaimer: Joss owns the characters, I own the plot, Spike owns the DeSoto, Dru owns Miss Edith.

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LA,1998 "What are you doing, pet?"

"Nothing. Miss Edith couldn't sleep."

"Come back to bed, baby." Dru got up from the chair by the curtained window, and walked over to the silk covered bed.

Climbing under the covers that Spike held open for her, she curled up against his chest and smiled up at him. "Why couldn't Miss Edith sleep, luv?"

"She is worried about a new arrival, she feels that she will be replaced." He frowned, then the thought occurred to him; New arrival? Must be that new doll: Miss Lucy.

"Did you tell her not to be so silly- that nothing could ever replace her?"

"Hmm.... Spike?"

"What's that, pet?" He answered, the smile on his face spread as she pulled herself up and kissed him, as the kiss grew he slipped his hands round her back, running his palms up and down her spine.

This is going to be one of the best nights of my unlife. Spike thought, hearing his princess growl deep in her throat as he pushed her down into the soft mattress.

They made love until they were both exursted, and then they fell asleep in each other's arms.


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When Dru woke up she stretched, a puzzled expression came across her face. "What is it, Miss Edith?"

She looked over to the blonde haired doll, who was sitting on the dressing table on the other side of the room. While she was waiting for the doll to answer, she suddenly realised that Spike was no longer in the bed next to her. "Do you know where he is? Well, do you?"

"Why are you ignoring me?" When she didn't get any response, she got out from under the silk covers and walked over to the chair by the window. Dru picked up her dressing grown, remembering how she had seen it in the window of a shop in Paris and Spike had broken into the shop to get it for her. The material felt so good against her bare skin.

Humming to herself, Dru walked over to where Miss Edith was sitting with her back to the mirror, the pane of glass which refused to show Dru what she looked like. She hadn't seen her reflection since the night Angelus turned her, back in 1860, she still remembered being killed, although she didn't like to think about it.

An antique, fine toothed comb sat next to the antique, china doll. Drusilla picked it up and started to brush her long hair, letting silky, brown tresses fall down over her shoulders. She could sense that something wasn't right, but she couldn't tell what it was.

Suddenly the door crashed open, Spike stood there. Dru could feel the angry vibrations coming from him.

"What the fuck is this?" He Yelled. Storming into the room, he threw a small box at Drusilla. She caught it in her left hand, the other still held the comb- which she put down next to Miss Edith, before looking at the object that her long fingers had closed around.

The words on the outside of the box read: Home Pregnancy Kit

She looked back up at him quickly, searching his face for the emotions that he kept so well hidden. "Drusilla, is there something you've been meaning to tell me?"

"Spike, I..."

"I hope you're going to tell me that you were just messing around, seeing as how we're both dead, it's impossible that you could get pregnant."

"But, my Spike, you must listen to me... I've been feeling...odd lately, and I've been sick, and...I've been sensing that someone has done something to us. Maybe some sort of curse."

"Some sort of curse? It would have to be a curse. I'm not so well versed in vampire history, but I'd say that if vampires could become pregnant, you would have done so a long time ago."

"Why, my Spike?"

"Well seeing as how we've been sleeping together for nearly 120 years, and you were with your Angel before that..."

"Angelus can't have children."

"What? You mean the great Scourge of Europe is 'shooting blanks'." Spike chuckled at the thought, and then laughed at the thought of telling everybody they came across.

While he was so preoccupied with thoughts of Angelus being laughed out of the demon community, Dru tried to make a break for the door. But that meant going past Spike. As she past him, he suddenly stopped laughing and shot out a hand to grab her wrist. "Hold on, princess. We were still talking."

Still with his hand around her wrist, he led Dru over to their bed, "Stay here, pet. I'm going to go and tell those stupid minions that we don't want to be disturbed, until they hear otherwise."

With that Spike left the room, closing the door behind him. Dru sat on the bed at stared at a bloodstain on the red carpet. The dark red smudge seemed to be getting bigger, covering more of the floor.

She reached out to touch the stain, and as her fingers pressed into the carpet, she tears start to prick at her eyes. Before she knew it, she was sobbing quietly into the back of her right hand.


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To Be Continued...