Disclaimer: Again, I own nothing. They all belong Joss and ME. Darn
it.darn you Joss!! One of these days I will win that game of poker and
then you'll be sorry that you bet them so carelessly. Just you wait and
see!
A/N: A short chapter, I know. A veeeeery short chapter. But I will upload chapter three soon. It's when I get further into the story, that's when it'll take awhile for me to update. So read. And review.
Spike looked up at this woman who seemed to be finding this incredibly amusing and frowned. Then something else occurred to him.
"So, I have a daughter. Mind telling me why I'm just finding out about it now?" he asked.
"The answer to that question should be obvious, Mr. Giles. Because the mother never told you. The father doesn't have to be present when the child is born to have his name put on the birth certificate. Anyone at a school or something would have assumed that you and Drusilla were either divorced or, maybe, that you were dead. There's a number of explanations for why no one ever tried to contact you about your daughter." Buffy replied, crossing her legs. At the movement, Spike was momentarily distracted before mentally shaking himself.
"What I mean is no one thought to ever let me know that I had a kid somewhere out there, so why are they now? She doesn't have any family besides me or what?"
This question caused a mixture of sadness and anger to flicker through her eyes before she answered.
"Yes, she has other family besides you. But usually we contact the remaining parent first. In this situation, we contacted other relatives because Dawn might have already known them. None of them wanted her."
Buffy watched the shock and anger cross over Spike's face and felt some hope. If he felt this way before he had even met his daughter then she knew that he'd make a good father.
"What do you mean none of them wanted her? Why the bloody hell not?" Spike demanded.
"Drusilla apparently didn't get along too well with the rest of her family. They refused to take her daughter in." Spike took this information in before sitting back and nodding.
"Right then. So when does she arrive?"
Buffy blinked at the now unquestioning acceptance. She pulled another sheet of paper out of her folder. "In a few days. This gives you a chance to prepare for her arrival, at least a little bit. On this is all her flight information. I'll be meeting you at her gate before she arrives to try and make your first meeting a little easier." She held out the single sheet out to him. He read the information as he stood up. Well, then, it looked like he was about to become a father.
Bloody hell.
What kind of father was he going to make? He was constantly traveling for stories and then when he did get home, the last thing he wanted was to be disturbed by other people. It looked like he'd be going to the magazine tomorrow and talking to them about writing some other type of articles.
And he'd have to tell his father of course. Spike almost smiled as he thought of what Rupert Giles' reaction would be. The poor man would probably fall out of his chair. Spike decided right then and there that tomorrow he was going to go tell his dad while he was at work. Which meant going back to Sunnydale High since his father was the school librarian and had been since they'd moved to Sunnydale. That also meant the risk of running into that little troll, Snyder.
Bloody hell.
"Mr. Giles?" At the sound of her voice, Spike shook himself. Bloody hell, he'd been dangerously close to brooding. He couldn't have that. That was Peaches' job.
"Yeah?" He looked up to find her staring at him.
"I'll meet you at 8:00. Her plane arrives at 9:00." she told him. Spike nodded.
"Right. See you at 8:00 at the airport in a couple of days then." He headed towards the door and held it open. Before she could walk out the door, she stopped in front of him and held out the folder from earlier.
"Here. You'll need this. It's her shot records and other things that she'll need for school." Spike nodded and took it. "See you in a few days, Mr. Giles." Without waiting for a response, she walked out the door.
Spike shut the door behind her and started to put the birth certificate back in the folder when it hit him.
"Bloody hell. E. A. Summers. Elizabeth Anne Summers." he said out loud. He smiled as he realized where he knew her from. "Buffy Summers of Sunnydale High."
A/N: A short chapter, I know. A veeeeery short chapter. But I will upload chapter three soon. It's when I get further into the story, that's when it'll take awhile for me to update. So read. And review.
Spike looked up at this woman who seemed to be finding this incredibly amusing and frowned. Then something else occurred to him.
"So, I have a daughter. Mind telling me why I'm just finding out about it now?" he asked.
"The answer to that question should be obvious, Mr. Giles. Because the mother never told you. The father doesn't have to be present when the child is born to have his name put on the birth certificate. Anyone at a school or something would have assumed that you and Drusilla were either divorced or, maybe, that you were dead. There's a number of explanations for why no one ever tried to contact you about your daughter." Buffy replied, crossing her legs. At the movement, Spike was momentarily distracted before mentally shaking himself.
"What I mean is no one thought to ever let me know that I had a kid somewhere out there, so why are they now? She doesn't have any family besides me or what?"
This question caused a mixture of sadness and anger to flicker through her eyes before she answered.
"Yes, she has other family besides you. But usually we contact the remaining parent first. In this situation, we contacted other relatives because Dawn might have already known them. None of them wanted her."
Buffy watched the shock and anger cross over Spike's face and felt some hope. If he felt this way before he had even met his daughter then she knew that he'd make a good father.
"What do you mean none of them wanted her? Why the bloody hell not?" Spike demanded.
"Drusilla apparently didn't get along too well with the rest of her family. They refused to take her daughter in." Spike took this information in before sitting back and nodding.
"Right then. So when does she arrive?"
Buffy blinked at the now unquestioning acceptance. She pulled another sheet of paper out of her folder. "In a few days. This gives you a chance to prepare for her arrival, at least a little bit. On this is all her flight information. I'll be meeting you at her gate before she arrives to try and make your first meeting a little easier." She held out the single sheet out to him. He read the information as he stood up. Well, then, it looked like he was about to become a father.
Bloody hell.
What kind of father was he going to make? He was constantly traveling for stories and then when he did get home, the last thing he wanted was to be disturbed by other people. It looked like he'd be going to the magazine tomorrow and talking to them about writing some other type of articles.
And he'd have to tell his father of course. Spike almost smiled as he thought of what Rupert Giles' reaction would be. The poor man would probably fall out of his chair. Spike decided right then and there that tomorrow he was going to go tell his dad while he was at work. Which meant going back to Sunnydale High since his father was the school librarian and had been since they'd moved to Sunnydale. That also meant the risk of running into that little troll, Snyder.
Bloody hell.
"Mr. Giles?" At the sound of her voice, Spike shook himself. Bloody hell, he'd been dangerously close to brooding. He couldn't have that. That was Peaches' job.
"Yeah?" He looked up to find her staring at him.
"I'll meet you at 8:00. Her plane arrives at 9:00." she told him. Spike nodded.
"Right. See you at 8:00 at the airport in a couple of days then." He headed towards the door and held it open. Before she could walk out the door, she stopped in front of him and held out the folder from earlier.
"Here. You'll need this. It's her shot records and other things that she'll need for school." Spike nodded and took it. "See you in a few days, Mr. Giles." Without waiting for a response, she walked out the door.
Spike shut the door behind her and started to put the birth certificate back in the folder when it hit him.
"Bloody hell. E. A. Summers. Elizabeth Anne Summers." he said out loud. He smiled as he realized where he knew her from. "Buffy Summers of Sunnydale High."