Chapter 11 – Passed Out
(Spike POV)
I passed out. Yep, eyes rolled up and I hit the floor like a ton of bricks. Bit poncy, I'll admit. I mean, I've passed out from blinding pain and horrible torture but I've never just swooned. But honestly, can you blame me? I'm a vampire. Vampires don't get people pregnant. Was a virgin when I was turned so the daddy ship had sailed for me over 120 years ago. Looks like it's coming back to port now. Bugger. Not that I never wanted to be a father, just knew it wasn't in the cards so it's a bit hard to wrap my head round.
"Spike? Spike, wake up!" Somebody punches me. Hard.
I groan as I open my eyes to a brassed off Slayer. "Bloody hell, woman! What was that for?" I sit up slowly and clutch my aching head.
She kneels in front of me and looks me in the eye. "I couldn't feel you. I woke up and couldn't feel you anywhere. Willow came to get me and told me you'd passed out. I thought you were dead!"
"So you punched me?"
"Well, I didn't know how else to wake you up and if you were dead then I was punching you for dying on me. You're not allowed to do that, Spike!" She straddles my legs and wraps her arms around me.
I stroke her back and murmur against her neck. "Pet, if I was dead…. well deader…. I'd be a pile of dust, not laid out on the kitchen floor and I definitely wouldn't be punchable."
She strokes the hair on the nape of my neck and whispers, "Well, yeah, I guess, but why couldn't I feel you?"
I shrug, "Not sure. Maybe 'cause I was unconscious the bond was very faint or somethin'. I don't know, pet. There's not really an instruction manual for this sort of thing."
I get to my feet and take Buffy in my arms. She's trembling and I can feel her fear mixed with a tiny bit of anger. Willow is standing next to me and a small crowd has gathered in the kitchen door.
I look over at Willow and nod toward the lobby. "I need to get the Slayer back upstairs and into bed. Can you come up and help out for a bit?" She nods and falls in behind me.
The crowd backs up as we get near the door. I weave through the mini slayers and back through the lobby. Harris meets us just as we start up the stairs. He glances at me then looks hard at Buffy.
"Buff, what's wrong? You don't look so good." She shrugs and gives him a wan smile.
"She's sick, Harris. I'm just taking her back up to bed. Could you warm one of the soup containers in the fridge and bring it up?"
"Yeah, sure. By the way, Spike, you're cheek is bleeding."
I grin, "Yeah, Buffy punched me 'cause she thought I was dead."
He looks at me like I've grown a second head "Oh sure, of course. Yeah, that makes sense. Um, I'll be up in a few with the soup."
Willow and I get Buffy all tucked up and sit quietly waiting for Harris. I ask him to stay gesturing towards a chair and get Buffy started eating. I sit down beside her, lean back against the headboard and nod to Willow. "You've got the floor, Red. Take it away."
"Shouldn't we wait for Giles? He should be back with Wes anytime now."
I shake my head. "No, I figure we'd start with the core Scoobs then branch out from there. Gonna be a bit of a shock to everyone, I expect. Hell, made me pass out like a poncy wanker."
Willow nods then takes a deep breath. "Ok. Here goes." She looks at Xander. "Buffy is pregnant."
His eyes widen and he sputters, "What? How? Who?"
"That's just what I said when Spike told me! Weird. Anyway, Buffy is pregnant and Spike is the father."
Buffy and Harris both shout at the same time. "What?"
Willow rushes on. "So we've got the what, Buffy is pregnant, and the who, Spike, now for the how. You know that the talisman heals whatever injuries are there when it's put on, right? Well, we've only tried it on vampires and humans, not slayers. Apparently it works on slayers like it does on vampires."
Xander shakes his head. "Ok, Wils, you've lost me. Spike can't be a father. Dead swimmers, right? Did the talisman heal his swimmers?"
"Not the way you think. It did heal them but not while they were in Spike. They're a part of him and are supposed to be that way when they're in him. It only heals things that are different from the way they're supposed to be, like a cut or a burn. It healed them when they were in Buffy. They weren't already a part of her and they weren't the way they're supposed to be when in her so the talisman healed them and now Spike's going to be a daddy."
We all sit in silence for a while. Buffy is eating her soup and I'm listening to my baby's heartbeat. My baby. I place a hand on Buffy's belly and she covers it with her own and smiles.
* That's our baby in there, pet. *
* Yes, and she's going to have the best daddy in the world. *
* She? Hey, it might be a boy! *
* Maybe. * She grins up at me and drains the soup container.
Xander claps his hands to his legs and startles us out of our thoughts. "Whoa. That's wild. Evil Dead's gonna be a pop. Wow, what are the odds?"
"We aren't lettin' anyone else know about this just yet, Harris. Need to get the Watcher in on it but that's it for now. Okay? Can you do that?"
"Yeah, I can do that. I doubt anyone would believe me anyway." Harris stands and moves to the door. "I'll wait for Giles and bring him up as soon as he gets back."
Willow stands, takes the empty soup container from Buffy and follows Harris out. "Thanks, Red."
Buffy scoots off the end of the bed motioning for me to stay put then disappears into the bathroom and comes back with a washcloth. She crawls back up the bed, straddles my lap and starts gently wiping the blood from my cheek. "I'm sorry I hit you, Spike." She leans in and places a feather light kiss on the cut.
"I'm ok, luv. Know you didn't mean it." She continues kissing my cheek and moves down my jaw to my neck, nipping and licking. I groan softly and shift my hips to a more comfortable position. She reaches her hands under my shirt and rubs my chest as she grinds into me. "Feelin' better then, I take it?" I growl and pull her to my lips. I explore her mouth with my tongue and feather kisses down her neck then nip gently at my mark and she gasps. She tugs my shirt over my head and starts kissing down my chest, taking one nipple in her teeth and sucking while she tweaks the other with her fingers. She licks and nips circles over my stomach then unbuttons my jeans with her teeth. I raise up so she can slip them down over my hips and freeze as I hear several people coming up the stairs at the far end of our hallway.
Buffy frowns up at me. "What's wrong? Why'd you stop?"
"Watcher's back. Him and the Scoobs are on their way here. Have to pick this up later, pet."
I start to pull my jeans back up and gasp as she takes my cock deep into her mouth. She moves up and down my shaft quickly twirling her tongue and sucking in her cheeks then relaxes her throat and takes me almost to the hilt. She sucks and scrapes her teeth down my length before plunging me back in. A few more and I explode, roaring and shaking. She licks me clean and sits up to throw the blankets over me just as a knock sounds on the door. She bounces off the bed and jogs to the door, swinging it wide.
Willow enters first, followed by Harris and the Watcher. Willow sits in the chair closest to the bed and looks over at me sitting there in a daze. Harris takes the other chair and Giles leans against the bureau. Buffy closes the door and bounces back onto the bed snuggling beside me with her arm over my chest and her head on my shoulder.
"What's wrong with Fang Boy? He pass out again?"
I blink and turn toward Harris. "No whelp, just a bit spent. Think the Slayer's trying to kill me." * By suckin' me dry. * Buffy blushes and pinches me.
Giles takes off his glasses. "Yes, quite. I understand you have something of some importance to tell me."
"Red, you want to take this? My brain's still a bit fuzzy, probably wouldn't explain it right." Another pinch.
It only takes a few minutes for Willow to explain. We get several Dear Lords, one Oh Dear Lord and a lot of glasses polishing.
"Rupes, if you keep polishin' those glasses like that, you're gonna burn a hole clean through the lens."
"Oh yes, quite." He puts his glasses back on and stares over at us. "Buffy, pregnant. That in itself is a lot to take in. Spike being the cause, well that's just a bit more, isn't it?" He takes his glasses off and scratches his head as he looks over at Red. "Willow, you're sure your theory is sound regarding the talisman's effects? Could this possibly be the result of a spell or some other supernatural occurrence?
Willow's resolve face comes crashing to the fore. "Yes, I'm sure I'm right but there isn't really a way to find out, is there? I mean, it's not like Spike could go get a paternity test, could he?
I snort, "Not bloody likely, Red. My blood's not original. Test would come back as pig or otter or whatever Angel's got stashed in the fridge downstairs."
She frowns, "Yeah, kinda what I thought."
Giles shifts on the bureau, "Spike, how did you know Buffy was pregnant?"
"Heard the tyke's heartbeat. Hold on." I pull Buffy up so she's kneeling next to me and lean in to her belly. I close my eyes and sniff. "Can smell it too."
Xander's eyes get wide. "Smell it? What does it smell like?"
"Oh, a bit like Buffy and a bit like me. Humans each have their own distinct scent, at least the adults do. Sprogs smell like a mixture of their parents, they don't get their own scent 'til after puberty. I could stand in a crowd and tell you which kids belong to which parents just by their scent."
Willow frowns at me. "Do vampires have their own scents too? I kinda thought you smelled like your surroundings. You smell like leather and cigarettes most of the time and Angel smells like cologne or hair gel or something. So how can you tell it's your scent? Does it smell like leather?"
Xander laughs, "So Wils, you make it a habit of going around sniffing the undead?" Willow blushes and punches him on the arm.
I chuckle and give Buffy a quick kiss as she settles into me again. "My nose is a bit more sensitive, pet. I can smell everythin' in this room and a lot of things outside it. Harris has mint gum in his pocket, you have a packet of burba weed in your bag along with rose and vanilla candles and Giles has an old leather wallet. Oh, and Harris ate somethin' covered in onions 'bout three hours ago. Probably explains the gum." I grin at the lot of them as they check to verify my statement. "My scent is different from other vamps. I'm a lot older than most of them for one thing and I don't drink human blood anymore, well, not much anyway." I squeeze Buffy. "That makes my scent stand out a bit." I pause then grin up at the ceiling. "You lot fancy a quick field trip? Get us a second opinion, yeah?"
Harris smirks. "Who are we gonna go see? Do vampires have gynecologists?"
I smirk back, "I was thinkin' Angel."
"Think he'd do it? Wouldn't it wig him out or whatever? He hasn't really been around much since that morning he pounded on you."
"Wasn't plannin' on askin' 'im, mate. Just show up and let it play out. See what's what." Nobody moves. "You lot want to clear out for a mo'? Meet you downstairs. Let a fella get organized." I start to throw the covers off and that gets them moving. They scurry out of the room and Harris pulls the door shut with a slam.
I stand up next to the bed and do up my jeans. "Luv, could you hand me my shirt?" Buffy grabs my shirt and climbs off the bed to stand in front of me, holding it behind her with one hand while she traces gently down my chest with the other. I wrap my arms around her and bring her lips to mine. She drops the shirt and tangles her hands in my hair as I kiss down her neck and lick and nip at my mark while I unbutton her shirt. I push it down her arms and find a nipple with my mouth. She fights her arms out of the shirt to grab my head and pull me closer. I nip and lick down her belly until I'm kneeling in front of her kissing her mound. I tug her sleep pants down over her hips then snake my tongue in and find her bud. She gasps and her hips buck against me.
I turn her and push her down on the bed, pulling her pants off as she lays back then spread her legs and lick up her thigh. Moving closer, I drape her legs over my shoulders and dive in, licking and sucking. I enter her with two fingers and curl them to find the raised area on her inner wall making her moan and move her hips in time with my tongue. I reach up with my free hand and find a breast, tweaking the nipple as I lick in hard strokes and take her nub in my teeth. She's panting and trying to pull my hair clean out as I suck in her clit and push up on the inside nub at the same time. She clenches her thighs around my head and screams my name as her walls spasm and shake.
I remove my fingers and lick them clean, sighing with pleasure then lick gently at her folds and her still pulsing nub. I work her clit quickly, swirling my tongue and she comes again with a loud moan. I lick her clean again and raise my head. "Ready to go, pet?"
