Buffy The Vampire Slayer: Generations
Disclaimer: I do not own any original characters of Joss Whedon; however I do own Robert and Sasha.
Chapter One
A soft wind blew across Los Angeles, the city of Angels. Buffy Summers stirred in her sleep, dreaming about him. Almost every night he was the star of her dreams. It had been one year since Sunnydale's demise and she still couldn't get over the fact that he along with everyone else that had not made it was gone. Anya, Amanda, and the other dead slayers she did not know the names of.
Her eyes opened slowly and a light sigh escaped from her lips. The only light in the dark room was from the moon shining through her window and the glow from her end table's alarm clock. She frowned in the darkness when she saw the time. It was 1:32am in the morning which indicated that today was the first Anniversary of the event.
It brought tears to her eyes and she swallowed hard to hold them back. Then she heard a whimper from the next room over and held her breath, waiting... The whimper turned to a quiet cry as her son woke from his slumber. She slid out of bed and slipped on her bathrobe before making her way out into the hallway and into the bedroom nextdoor.
Her son was three months old now but yet he was still crying during the middle of the night. Her pediatrician had said it should've stopped when he reached at least one and a half months but not for her. She gently pulled him out of his crib and held him close as she sat down in the nearby rocking chair. His name was Robert William Summers, but Dawn and everyone else now called him Bobby for short. She started to hum the tune Spike's mother used to sing for him, "Early one morning, just as the sun was rising..."
After a minute, the quiet cries shifted to soft sniffles and Buffy smiled. The baby's eyes widened and he gave out a yawn. She chuckled, "Go back to sleep, sweetie, Mommy's right here." The baby reluctantly closed his light blue eyes and Buffy sighed.
They were his father's eyes. This made the tears she had been holding back slide down her cheeks. She wiped them with one hand and continued to rock and hum. Just then, she felt someone watching her and looked up to see her sister standing in the doorway.
Dawn smiled when Buffy noticed her presence, "Did he go back to sleep alright?" Buffy nodded and carefully stood up, making sure she didn't wake him back up. She gently placed him back in his crib and put the blanket halfway over him. She stayed by the side and watched him sleep for a minute.
Dawn came and stood beside her, "I thought I told you I would get him next time." Buffy shrugged and took her sister's arm, "It's okay. His Aunt Dawnie doesn't always need to rescue him. Come on, let's let him get some sleep." Dawn nodded and they silently left the roon, arms linked. Buffy closed the door halfway and yawned.
Her sister crossed her arms, "I'm serious, Buffy. Next time, I'll get him. You need some sleep too." Buffy rolled her eyes, "Not as much as you do. You're gonna be a junior next year which means a lot more work. Trust me." Dawn scoffed, "Is that the best you can do?" Buffy narrowed her eyes, "Dawn... he would want you to."
Dawn sighed, "I hate when you do that. Like I wouldn't know what Spike would want." Buffy grinned, "But it's my best weapon. Besides, you know you don't mind. In fact, you're always trying to get me to talk about him more. Remember?" Dawn took Buffy's hand, "Because it's good to. He wouldn't want you to pretend. Never wanted you to before, never wants you to now." Buffy looked at the hallway floor, "I know and you're right. I'm getting better. It's just, Bobby reminds me so much of him, and sometimes... it can be overwhelming."
Dawn kissed her forehead, "Don't worry about it. Just try to go back to sleep. If you hear Robert again, I'll get him. Stay in bed. You got work later today, it's the weekend." Buffy smiled as Dawn gave her Willow's resolve face and went back in her room. She sighed and went back into her own room. Before climbing back into bed, she closed the blinds on her window and whispered, "Happy Anniversary Spike, Happy Anniversary William."
Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, Spike patrolled through one of the many cemeteries. Angel was just a few feet behind him. Spike stopped and turned around, waiting for his grand-sire to catch up. When Angel reached him, Spike smirked, "Could have sworn you were right behind me, you poncy git."
Angel glared at him, "Yeah, well, remember that I'm human now. Sure I still have my speed and strength but I gotta catch my breath." Spike's smirk grew wider, "Sure you weren't stopping to readjust your lifts for a moment? I know the bloody things must move about sometimes." Angel rolled his eyes, "Let's just go home, bleach-head, it's a dead night." Spike shrugged, "Doesn't mind me, but we're walking."
Angel didn't argue, he just followed Spike out of the graveyard. Spike took out his pack of cigarettes and lit one up, inhaling deeply. Angel coughed, "Could you not do that, Captain Peroxide? I can now die from second-hand smoke, you know." Spike pretended to look hurt, "Yeah and that would just bring torture to my bloody soul. I could care less about your bleeding health, mate."
Angel sighed, "I know. Makes me wonder why I put up with you." Spike chuckled, "You and I both know you need me. Especially since you're all shanshued now. You need a vamp to watch your back. With all the vulnerability and that rot."Angel muttered under his breath and Spike cuffed him on the back of the head, "I heard that, nancy-boy." Angel sighed again, "Let's just get home."
Spike grinned and exhaled a large cloud of smoke towards him, "Whatever you say, boss." Angel coughed again and glared at Spike the rest of the way home. When they got back to the law firm, Spike went straight to his room and slipped off his duster. He put it over the back of his recliner and sat on his bed, "Happy Anniversary, luv!"
Note from Author: I'm in college now so I will try to update this as much as I can. Please be patient and leave nice reviews. :) Love, katieg22!