Title: A Mother's Wrath

Author: Tycho

Contact: tychocelchu@optusnet.com.au

Series: BtVS

Chapter: One - Conception

Rating: PG-13

Code: -B/S

Summary: An AU of the Glory Saga. The Monks create someone closer than a sister.

Timeframe: "Something Blue"

Archive: You betcha. Just lemme know!

Disclaimer: Whedon owns all.

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Buffy smiled contentedly as she stroked Spike's hair, admiring the way her fiancé's platinum blonde hair shone in the sunlight. *Part of me still can't believe he asked me to marry him! Or that he's human. And a Slayer to boot. We're so perfect for each other. I don't care how Wills did this, I've never been this happy. Pause I wonder if he can still...* Her hand caressed his hard stomach, and then lower, to test her theory.

"Ready for more, luv?" Spike's voice seemed to thrum at the very core of her being.

"Say that again? Please?"

He grinned broadly at her, his blue eyes sparkling with humor. And love. "Say what, luv?"

Buffy leaned over and kissed him. "That."

Then the world turned upside down.

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Giles blinked as his sight returned to him. At last! Sight! If it wasn't anti-British he would have done Willow's snoopy dance for the sheer joy of being able to see. And read! The urge to pick up a book, a magazine, a comic! was almost irresistible. Until he noticed a couple of things were missing from the scene that was his living room. Or rather, a couple of someones.

Not Willow. The witch was seated on the edge of the couch looking slightly guilty about the havoc her spell had caused. Xander was sprawled over the rest of said couch, happily munching on something now that his status as demon magnet had been revoked.

"Where are Buffy and Spike?"

Willow's eyes went wide with realization, and she beat a hasty retreat to the relative safety of the kitchen as Xander answered Giles' query. "Buffy went to check on her Mom in case Wills had magicked her as well, and the fangless wonder skipped out a bit after. Said you were fresh out of blood." A heartbeat later the sound of flesh striking flesh resounded through the room as Xander smacked his forehead, realizing that he had used similar excuses while secretly seeing Cordelia. "And my picture can be found in the dictionary. Under gullible."

Giles began to stroke his temples, attempting to ward off the headache he knew he would soon have, and murmured, "Oh dear."

Sure enough, within ten minutes a shirtless vampire ran in, smoke billowing from under the duster he held over his head. "Help! She's gonna kill me!"

Giles sighed. "Based on the state of your clothing, is there a reason why we shouldn't let her?"

Buffy answered him from the doorway, "Well, gee. I can't think of a single one." The Slayer's clothing appeared to be intact, although she was just as disheveled as the vampire who was now cowering behind her Watcher. He poked his head out from behind his human shield. "You need me."

"Like hell I do."

Spike smirked. "That's not what you said twenty minutes ago."

If looks could kill, Spike would have incinerated on the spot. Buffy stomped towards them, her face turning a bright shade of red. "Get out of the way Giles." Her teeth were gritted together so tightly, Giles wondered if they would ever separate.

"Buffy, you're upset...."

"UPSET?!!! He.... took advantage of me! He .....impugned my honor!" Giles resisted the urge to sigh. His Slayer had been reading torrid romances again. Then he winced at the inevitable comment from the undead terror cowering behind him.

"Your honor? Not to mention your mouth, your neck, your..."

Somehow Buffy's face went even redder, and she surged against her Watcher in a vain attempt to reach the vampire who was currently fleeing the room. Giles turned the slack jawed youth on the couch. "Xander, could you grab the rope, please?"

Buffy's eye's lit up. The notion of torturing Spike to dust somehow appealed to her ideal of revenge.

"I think we're going to have to restrain her." The Slayer's scream of outrage echoed throughout Sunnydale.

"Get the gag as well."