Spike shot up in bed with sweat beads running down his face. He
called out for Buffy, but no reply came. He got out of bed and put his
pants on. He let is cotton button-up shirt lightly graze his smooth and
sculpted chest. He looked around and noticed no lights were on upstairs,
he shrugged and headed down the stairs, walking strait into the kitchen and
strait into a note from his beloved.
~Spike~
Spike, I went to pick Dawn up, she had detention again. I left the meatloaf in the oven and the bread is on the counter. We'll be back by 6. I love you. –Buffy
'She should have been back hours ago.' Spike thought as he looked at the kitchen clock that read 8:23pm. Shrugging again, Spike grabbed a pack of blood and had just opened it when the phone rang.
"'Ello?"
"Is a mister… Spike there?" A man with no tone in his voice asked.
"That's me. Who the bloody hell are you?" He shot back into the phone. The smell of the blood was driving him crazy.
"There's been an accident. Buffy and Dawn Summers are here and being treated. We need you to come to the hospital right away to sign a few forms." The man sighed in a way that made Spike think this bloke had been saying the same thing to people all his life.
Spike slammed down the phone and used his vampire speed to take him to Buffy and Dawn. Less than five minutes after leaving the Summers household, Spike burst through the hospital doors.
"I'm looking for Buffy and Dawn Summers. They told me they were brought here after an accident." Spike was so nervous he was shaking, but if you were to ask him about the tremors, he'd dismiss them as muscle spasms.
"Yes, you must be Spike. Buffy is in room 219, asking for you, and Dawn is in the O.R." A young woman with highlights informed him.
"Surgery? Why does she need surgery? What happened?" Spike was becoming frantic.
"Her right arm was severed when the car they were in hit a tree. The doctors are re-attaching it as we speak. I'm a few weeks, it will be good as new."
Spike thanked the young woman and headed for Buffy's room.
"Luv?" Spike called out as he slowly entered the room, bracing himself for any serious injuries Buffy might have.
"Spike! I'm so glad you're here." She cried as she saw him.
"Shh. Luv, it's ok, I'm right here. Are you ok?" He asked as he comforted her.
"I've got some bruises and a major headache, but with the super healing powers that come with the slayer package, I'll be fine in a few days. Where is Dawn? Is she ok?" Buffy became frantic at the thought of her sister in a coma or worse.
"Her arm was severed. She's in surgery getting it put back on. She'll be good as new in a month or so."
"She could have died. Spike, it's all my fault. She's going to hate me, and they'll take her away." Buffy started to cry again.
"Buffy, tell me what happened." Spike voice was soothing.
"She got a detention, the fourth one this week. We were arguing back and forth about stupid stuff, I don't even remember what it was. Then out of nowhere she screamed at me, telling me she's having sex. All I could think about was what happened after Angel. When I opened my eyes they were checking me for internal bleeding." Spike held Buffy the best that he could as she started to cry once again. This time it was the thought of losing her virginity to Angel and the aftermath that made the tears fall.
After a few minutes of Spike telling Buffy that won't happen to Dawn, she stopped crying and the doctor came in the room.
"Miss. Summers. Your test results came back and you are fine. It's amazing that you sustained no major injuries in a crash of that magnitude. At any rate, we have no reason to keep you here, and you are free to go home. You'll need to take it easy and stay off your feet for the next few days. Come back if you have any problems. The nurse will be in to prep you for release and to make an appointment for you to see Dr. Glass in two to three weeks to check the progress of the baby." The doctor said as she signed off on Buffy's charts.
"What?" Buffy practically screamed.
"Baby?" Spike said as his jaw dropped to the floor.
"So you didn't know. You are six weeks pregnant. I'm pretty sure your baby is fine, but it is too soon to check for any damage from the crash. Dr. Glass will do some blood work when you see him. By the way, congratulations." The doctor smiled as she left the room.
"Pet?"
"Spike I swear you're the only thing… err vamp… man I've been with since Riley, you know the whole being dead thing."
"Buffy, I know, I trust you. I just don't believe this could happen. I'm just wondering what we are going to do. If you don't want to have the baby I'll understand, but if you do, how will we tell the other's?" If it were possible for Spike to get even more nervous than he was on the way to the hospital, this would do it.
"Spike, I want to have this baby, I understand why you'd think I wouldn't want to. I love you, and no matter what, I'll love this baby forever. Lets check on Dawn, get me home, and then we can worry about the Scoobies." Buffy kissed Spike and started to get changed into her own clothes.
"I'm sorry, but Miss. Summers has just been moved into recovery and due to the nature of her condition, she will have to stay here for several weeks so that we can monitor her." The nurse outside the O.R told a wheel chair clad Buffy and a worried Spike.
"Can we see her?" Buffy asked.
"No, I'm sorry. She's still out and it's past visiting hours. She has a scope check tomorrow afternoon to make sure there were no complications from the surgery, you can come back then."
Buffy was upset that she was unable to see her little sister, but was too tired to argue with the nurse. Twenty minutes later Spike paid the cab driver, and carried Buffy into the house.
"Couch or bed?" Spike asked.
"Bed, that way you'll have to keep running downstairs to get things for me." Buffy smiled.
"Anything for you and the little one." Spike kissed Buffy gently, only to find Buffy deepen the kiss.
"I love you Elizabeth Anne Summers."
"I love you William the Bloody."
Spike lay next to Buffy and they both fell asleep dreaming of the child that they would call theirs in a few months.
The next day, after sunset Buffy and Spike walked hand in hand into the hospital. When the got up to the forth floor the nurse directed them to Dawn's room.
"Awake already?"
"Spike?" Dawn asked as she tried to sit up.
"And me." Buffy smiled, stepping out from behind Spike.
" Hey. Yeah, I'm awake, they didn't put me under, just gave me a local anesthetic, just like they did when the put my arm back on."
Buffy moved to sit on Dawn's bed and Spike left the room to seek out a nurse.
"Excuse me. Why wasn't Dawn Summers put under for her surgeries?"
"I'm sorry sir, unless you are family, I can not give out patient information."
"My name is Spike, she lives with her sister and myself."
"You're Spike? Dawn knows a lot about history; I majored in it before I switched into nursing. Dawn knows much more than I do, she says you taught her everything she knows. The way she describes it, it sounds like you must have been there."
"Well, I used to love history, then I met Dawn's older sister. I thought about becoming a history teacher, then I had to drop out of college because I became seriously ill. After my health returned, I never thought about going back to school."
"Well you should. Anyway, We can't put a pregnant woman under for surgery, it's too dangerous for the baby."
"You must be mistaken, Dawn isn't pregnant, her sister Buffy is."
"I can assure you that she is in fact pregnant. As soon as Dr. Burkart finishes his rounds, I'll have him come speak to you and Dawn's sister. She is only a month pregnant, if that, and because she is a minor we have not told her yet. I suggest you calm down before you go back in to see her." The nurse said before a ringing phone called her back to the desk.
After speaking to Dr. Burkart, and promising Dawn they'd be back tomorrow, Buffy and Spike returned to the house located at 1630 Revello drive.
"I can't believe this. I was supposed to protect her. I promised you I would."
"Spike, calm down. Sure, she's a little young, but we can handle this. I know we can." Buffy tried to calm Spike, who was pacing around the kitchen with a bottle of beer, down.
"I'm going to fucking kill him. The little bugger got my nibblet pregnant. I'll kill that mother fucker chip be damned." Spike was now in game face.
"No, you wont. Look, I'm going upstairs to take a bath, call a Scoobie meeting. I don't want to leave the house incase she calls, so have them meet here in an hour. They have to know about the accident." Buffy paused. "And the baby."
"You're going to tell them?"
"I have to. Vampires can't have kids, either this is something hellmouthy, or there is a prophecy out there, and if it's the ladder, I need to know why, and what will happen to our baby." Buffy kissed Spike and headed up the stairs.
~Spike~
Spike, I went to pick Dawn up, she had detention again. I left the meatloaf in the oven and the bread is on the counter. We'll be back by 6. I love you. –Buffy
'She should have been back hours ago.' Spike thought as he looked at the kitchen clock that read 8:23pm. Shrugging again, Spike grabbed a pack of blood and had just opened it when the phone rang.
"'Ello?"
"Is a mister… Spike there?" A man with no tone in his voice asked.
"That's me. Who the bloody hell are you?" He shot back into the phone. The smell of the blood was driving him crazy.
"There's been an accident. Buffy and Dawn Summers are here and being treated. We need you to come to the hospital right away to sign a few forms." The man sighed in a way that made Spike think this bloke had been saying the same thing to people all his life.
Spike slammed down the phone and used his vampire speed to take him to Buffy and Dawn. Less than five minutes after leaving the Summers household, Spike burst through the hospital doors.
"I'm looking for Buffy and Dawn Summers. They told me they were brought here after an accident." Spike was so nervous he was shaking, but if you were to ask him about the tremors, he'd dismiss them as muscle spasms.
"Yes, you must be Spike. Buffy is in room 219, asking for you, and Dawn is in the O.R." A young woman with highlights informed him.
"Surgery? Why does she need surgery? What happened?" Spike was becoming frantic.
"Her right arm was severed when the car they were in hit a tree. The doctors are re-attaching it as we speak. I'm a few weeks, it will be good as new."
Spike thanked the young woman and headed for Buffy's room.
"Luv?" Spike called out as he slowly entered the room, bracing himself for any serious injuries Buffy might have.
"Spike! I'm so glad you're here." She cried as she saw him.
"Shh. Luv, it's ok, I'm right here. Are you ok?" He asked as he comforted her.
"I've got some bruises and a major headache, but with the super healing powers that come with the slayer package, I'll be fine in a few days. Where is Dawn? Is she ok?" Buffy became frantic at the thought of her sister in a coma or worse.
"Her arm was severed. She's in surgery getting it put back on. She'll be good as new in a month or so."
"She could have died. Spike, it's all my fault. She's going to hate me, and they'll take her away." Buffy started to cry again.
"Buffy, tell me what happened." Spike voice was soothing.
"She got a detention, the fourth one this week. We were arguing back and forth about stupid stuff, I don't even remember what it was. Then out of nowhere she screamed at me, telling me she's having sex. All I could think about was what happened after Angel. When I opened my eyes they were checking me for internal bleeding." Spike held Buffy the best that he could as she started to cry once again. This time it was the thought of losing her virginity to Angel and the aftermath that made the tears fall.
After a few minutes of Spike telling Buffy that won't happen to Dawn, she stopped crying and the doctor came in the room.
"Miss. Summers. Your test results came back and you are fine. It's amazing that you sustained no major injuries in a crash of that magnitude. At any rate, we have no reason to keep you here, and you are free to go home. You'll need to take it easy and stay off your feet for the next few days. Come back if you have any problems. The nurse will be in to prep you for release and to make an appointment for you to see Dr. Glass in two to three weeks to check the progress of the baby." The doctor said as she signed off on Buffy's charts.
"What?" Buffy practically screamed.
"Baby?" Spike said as his jaw dropped to the floor.
"So you didn't know. You are six weeks pregnant. I'm pretty sure your baby is fine, but it is too soon to check for any damage from the crash. Dr. Glass will do some blood work when you see him. By the way, congratulations." The doctor smiled as she left the room.
"Pet?"
"Spike I swear you're the only thing… err vamp… man I've been with since Riley, you know the whole being dead thing."
"Buffy, I know, I trust you. I just don't believe this could happen. I'm just wondering what we are going to do. If you don't want to have the baby I'll understand, but if you do, how will we tell the other's?" If it were possible for Spike to get even more nervous than he was on the way to the hospital, this would do it.
"Spike, I want to have this baby, I understand why you'd think I wouldn't want to. I love you, and no matter what, I'll love this baby forever. Lets check on Dawn, get me home, and then we can worry about the Scoobies." Buffy kissed Spike and started to get changed into her own clothes.
"I'm sorry, but Miss. Summers has just been moved into recovery and due to the nature of her condition, she will have to stay here for several weeks so that we can monitor her." The nurse outside the O.R told a wheel chair clad Buffy and a worried Spike.
"Can we see her?" Buffy asked.
"No, I'm sorry. She's still out and it's past visiting hours. She has a scope check tomorrow afternoon to make sure there were no complications from the surgery, you can come back then."
Buffy was upset that she was unable to see her little sister, but was too tired to argue with the nurse. Twenty minutes later Spike paid the cab driver, and carried Buffy into the house.
"Couch or bed?" Spike asked.
"Bed, that way you'll have to keep running downstairs to get things for me." Buffy smiled.
"Anything for you and the little one." Spike kissed Buffy gently, only to find Buffy deepen the kiss.
"I love you Elizabeth Anne Summers."
"I love you William the Bloody."
Spike lay next to Buffy and they both fell asleep dreaming of the child that they would call theirs in a few months.
The next day, after sunset Buffy and Spike walked hand in hand into the hospital. When the got up to the forth floor the nurse directed them to Dawn's room.
"Awake already?"
"Spike?" Dawn asked as she tried to sit up.
"And me." Buffy smiled, stepping out from behind Spike.
" Hey. Yeah, I'm awake, they didn't put me under, just gave me a local anesthetic, just like they did when the put my arm back on."
Buffy moved to sit on Dawn's bed and Spike left the room to seek out a nurse.
"Excuse me. Why wasn't Dawn Summers put under for her surgeries?"
"I'm sorry sir, unless you are family, I can not give out patient information."
"My name is Spike, she lives with her sister and myself."
"You're Spike? Dawn knows a lot about history; I majored in it before I switched into nursing. Dawn knows much more than I do, she says you taught her everything she knows. The way she describes it, it sounds like you must have been there."
"Well, I used to love history, then I met Dawn's older sister. I thought about becoming a history teacher, then I had to drop out of college because I became seriously ill. After my health returned, I never thought about going back to school."
"Well you should. Anyway, We can't put a pregnant woman under for surgery, it's too dangerous for the baby."
"You must be mistaken, Dawn isn't pregnant, her sister Buffy is."
"I can assure you that she is in fact pregnant. As soon as Dr. Burkart finishes his rounds, I'll have him come speak to you and Dawn's sister. She is only a month pregnant, if that, and because she is a minor we have not told her yet. I suggest you calm down before you go back in to see her." The nurse said before a ringing phone called her back to the desk.
After speaking to Dr. Burkart, and promising Dawn they'd be back tomorrow, Buffy and Spike returned to the house located at 1630 Revello drive.
"I can't believe this. I was supposed to protect her. I promised you I would."
"Spike, calm down. Sure, she's a little young, but we can handle this. I know we can." Buffy tried to calm Spike, who was pacing around the kitchen with a bottle of beer, down.
"I'm going to fucking kill him. The little bugger got my nibblet pregnant. I'll kill that mother fucker chip be damned." Spike was now in game face.
"No, you wont. Look, I'm going upstairs to take a bath, call a Scoobie meeting. I don't want to leave the house incase she calls, so have them meet here in an hour. They have to know about the accident." Buffy paused. "And the baby."
"You're going to tell them?"
"I have to. Vampires can't have kids, either this is something hellmouthy, or there is a prophecy out there, and if it's the ladder, I need to know why, and what will happen to our baby." Buffy kissed Spike and headed up the stairs.