Okay, so I haven't exactly seen all of Buffy yet. I'm on like season 4 now and I've seen none of Angel so I might have made some mistakes. Really I just love seeing Angel and Spike being a family. I think it's just so cute! If I made any major mistakes please tell me!
Warnings: Blood, light violence.
Last chapter! Because of how I wrote this story it is completely possible for me to come back and add more chapters. Just follow this story and you'll get to see them if I ever do write some up!
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"Dad?" Spike gasped in shock.
Moving quickly from the doorway I pulled the blonde into my arms as doctors and nurses filed into the room. They spoke to each other quickly over the shrill noise that was filling the small space. I made sure Spike and I were out of the way, but with how frantic their movements were I knew there was no point.
The noises slowly faded as all but one doctor left the room. I could hear the doctor speaking to us, but he was the least of my concerns. No, the only thing I cared about right now was my son crying into my chest as he did his best not to look at the hospital bed.
I, on the other hand, couldn't look away. This wasn't the first friend that I had seen like this, but it felt different than before. Maybe because of who was lying in the bed. Maybe because I had to take care of Spike through this. I didn't know. Truthfully, I hoped that all of this was simply a dream that I would wake up from.
That wasn't going to happen. Nothing that I did would change this and the worst part was that this whole thing had been a simple accident. Something that could happen to anyone. Why did it have to happen to her? Why did that car have to hit that patch of black ice?
Then there was the fact that no one had had any answers when she was first brought in. Every doctor and nurse we had run into told us that we had to 'wait and see'. A friend, someone I had truly come to care about, had been dying and I had to 'wait and see' for three days.
Three days of simply staying at the hospital with her because Spike refused to leave her side. Three days of leaving my son alone because I needed to take care of a case or I needed to feed. Three days of me watching as the weight of the world seemed to slowly crush the young vampire.
I spent those three days doing everything I could to bring my son out of the depression that had filled him, but nothing I did seemed to work. He hadn't showered or even changed his clothing. He hadn't said a word to anyone. Hell, he hadn't fed for those three days. And nothing I could say helped him.
Now the thing I had been praying wouldn't happen happened and I had no idea what I was supposed to do. The problem was now it was Spike's life on the line and as much as I cared for her he would always be my first priority. I had to get him to feed before it did any permanent damage. Well, first I had to take the young vampire home.
I expected the blonde to put up a fight. I wanted him to fight, but he simply let me lift him in my arms and carry him to my car. The drive was quiet, but I kept a hand firmly placed on his. One because I wanted him to know he wasn't alone. Two because I didn't want him to run.
When we finally got home I picked Spike up once more and brought him into the bathroom. Turning the water on I quickly set up a bath for the young vampire while instructing him to strip before leaving the room. I came back a minute later and saw Spike resting in the water. His face was blank as he stared at the wall in front of him.
Sighing softly I kneeled next to the tub and calmly looked at the blonde. I hated seeing my son in so much pain. It was like his body was completely empty. Because of that I took a cloth in my hand and washed his body before moving to wash his head. It wasn't until he had shampoo in his hair that he finally looked at me.
"She's dead, Dad," Spike whispered brokenly.
"I know, my Childe," I responded pouring warm water of his head, "I know."
"Why…Why couldn't I save her?"
Shaking my head I placed a hand on Spike's head resting it against my chest. I could feel water dropping onto my shirt and as much as I wished I could there was no way for me to pretend they weren't tears. This was destroying my son and now the only thing I could do was home him.
I have no idea how long he and I were resting there, but as the water started to turn cold I pulled away and finished with Spike's hair. As I cleaned up the bathroom the blonde went into his bedroom and got dressed. Once I finished the bathroom I joined him in his room.
Seeing my Childe resting against his blood red pillows I noticed just how much paler the vampire was. Which was saying something. Spike was the palest vampire I had ever met. Now it was so much worse. Still he looked better than he had in the hospital . I just needed the young vampire to feed. That would hopefully help some more.
My movements were slow as I sat next to him allowing his body to curl into mine. I placed a hand on the back of his head and moved it until it was resting on my shoulder, his lips against my neck.
I could feel his body tense slightly at the position, but when I moved a hand to start rubbing his back he slowly relaxed. We stayed like that for almost another five minutes before Spike's fangs dug into my neck.
As I felt him start to drink my blood I moved my hand up and stroked the back of his neck. It was so odd to know that though the vampire only remembered the past fifty-three years of his undead life though he was over two hundred years old. Because of that I decided to talk to my Childe as he fed.
I told him of the first time he met Angel instead of Angelus. I told of him spending hours trying to come up with the perfect poem. I told him of everything that came to my mind and I didn't stop talking until I felt his fangs slowly draw back as he fell asleep.
Once I was sure he was sleeping I pulled his blanket higher on his body, but I didn't move. Even though he was sleeping I knew that my son needed me here. He was never good at being alone and adding that with the loss of his friend all his anxieties just doubled. I wouldn't leave him alone until I was sure he was okay.
Alright, so even then I couldn't leave him, but I wouldn't hover as much as I was now. I could honestly say that Spike surprised me over the years. I had been afraid of how the vampire would act as he grew older. If he'd continue down his own path or if he'd fall into his old life.
Then he did something to surprise me. Even with my guidance he knew he could easily start to feed off and kill humans. Instead he befriended the ones I introduced him to and, although with the same level of snark and sarcasm as before, he even helped the ones that were strangers. His favorite thing though was reading . He read so much he was like a talking dictionary.
All of this made me feel even prouder of him. He turned into a better vampire than I could have dreamt of. The only thing that I truly had mixed feeling over was how deeply he felt. It was so odd for a vampire and, at times, painful to my son. It was also something that I couldn't save him from. He was a vampire with a heart. An amazingly beautiful, but pain filled heart.
Now I was that heart of his that was getting him in trouble once more. Not that I was upset about him being in mourning, but about how badly it was affecting him. It was just wrong in my mind to know that someone as strong as my Spike was in so much pain.
I laid there for another few hours going in and out of a light sleep. The only thing that kept me from my normal slumber was my son. Every time he moved I found myself jerking awake waiting for him to awaken himself. Just so I could be sure that he was going to be okay.
When he did finally wake I found myself staring into his ocean eyes. They were filled with confusion at first, but that quickly faded to a sadness that had him looking away from me. Oh, this was not how I hoped today would go.
"It wasn't a dream?" Spike questioned his voice rough.
"I'm sorry," I gave as my only answer.
"But she can't…Willow's not…I don't believe it."
"Spike, Willow's dead."
"No."
"Yes, she's gone."
"I could have…"
"There's nothing you could have done. It was an accident."
"But I…"
"Nothing. You. Could."
"What if…"
"Have. Done. Nothing."
"I miss her, Daddy."
"Me too, my Childe. Me too."
