Start, Part 10. I dedicate this to Sherry. I loved you. And you touched
me. I hope the angels throw one heck of a party, because you deserve it.
We all miss you. You fought your battle bravely.
I own nothing. I'm sorry this is a bit late and short, a friend of my family died this week, and it's been hectic. I really need some ideas here, folks. So you have to contribute.
A sorrowful...
Tequila Sunrise
"I think my heart is beating."
"Your WHAT? Your heart is... Oh God. What are you gonna do?"
But by then, Angel was on the porch alone.
Climbing the stairs, he slammed open Dawn's door, succeeding only in waking an already pissed off Buffy.
"Buffy, I-"
"I don't care. I really don't want to-" She looked at his face. "What's going on?"
He reached across the room, yanking her hand to his chest. Surely, weak but staid, blood was pumping through his heart.
"Oh my God... Oh my..." She laid her head on his chest, listening to it. She ran her hands over his face and neck. "You're warm... Not... cool. Not..."
"Dead?"
Her hands shook as she tugged at Dawn to wake her up.
At Dawns grunt, Buffy placed her sister's hand on Spike's heart.
"Oh my God..." She full out hugged him, laughing and crying. "You're real. you're... Human... Spike... we can go to the park, and the store, in the day! Your baby... can sit on your lap while you mow the lawn... Spike..."
The three sat in silence, hearing only the heartbeat. An in her womb, Buffy's baby stirred.
Into her second trimester, Buffy was getting big. And she felt it, too. One day, thankfully on maternity leave from the dreaded Double Meat, the persistent knocking at the door was just the last straw. She tossed the dishcloth to the counter, and stormed to the door. Where the HELL was Spike when you REALLY wanted him to interfere??
Tearing the door open, she fairly snarled, "What the HELL can I DO for YOU?"
And Giles blinked. "I... Well, hello, Buffy."
She finally looked at who was in front of her. "Oh my God... Giles, I missed you."
"I missed you, too, Buffy..." The two hugged, and finally the struggle, the stress, and confusion got to her, and she cried. And Giles loved her.
"Bloody hell, Watcher!" Spike came down the stairs to regard him slowly.
Giles pulled Buffy gently to his side, his hand on her shoulder in a defensive manner. "Spike."
To both males' astonishment, Buffy pulled away slowly from her friend and walked to Spike. When she reached his side and turned, she said softly, "The changing is beginning, Giles... Spike has a heartbeat, and he can stand small doses of sunlight. Too much still hurts, and so does a cross and holy water." She turned sardonic eyes on the blonde. "He decided to do experiments on himself since none of us would."
Spike shrugged, and Giles shook his head in amusement. "It seems that so much has changed... but some things never will. How is the baby?"
"She's fine. She hasn't kicked yet, though."
They moved to the living room, questions flying between the ex- watcher and his slayer. Sometime during the conversation, Buffy realized she was holding Spike's hand. She guessed Giles saw by the slight dilation of his pupils, but it was too late to pull away gracefully. The front door slamming saved her explanation when they heard Dawn drop her books and come into the room.
"Who's here now?" She questioned lightly.
Giles rose to greet her but stopped, frozen by the next words out of her mouth.
"Why is he here?"
"Dawn!" Buffy reprimanded her sharply.
"No! He just ups and LEAVES, but now that you're all Prego Buffy, he's all Concerned Watcher Person again?? Whatever. No."
Spike stood. "Niblet. Rupe here has done more for you than anyone here, save Buffy. You know that. If you're scared, say so. But we will NOT have you rippin' folks heads off, just cuz you say. Fear is NO excuse for bad manners." At her sullen look, he added, "Do you hear me?"
"Yeah."
"Then?"
She hung her head. "I'm... I'm sorry, Giles... I thought the Council might have sent you... I just..." She looked at Giles. "I'm sorry."
Giles grinned gently, crossing to hug her softly. When she squeezed him back tightly, he whispered, "It's ok, Dawn... I guess we're all scared."
Casa de Summers was getting crowded. Giles would be getting his old apartment back in the morning, but for now, he was crashing on the couch. As for now, they all sat in the living room, all cautious, Giles sending intermittent glares at Angel.
Buffy and Dawn attempted to ignore the growing testosterone tension growing in the room, engrossing themselves in "Crossing Jordan". Buffy got up to get more popcorn, and at the threshold of the living room, she dropped the bowl, her eyes growing large.
Every head turned to her, and she placed both her hands on her stomach. "Spike! He's kicking. Come feel. Dawn... The baby... Giles... Come..."
The three came forward, letting Buffy guide their hands. They felt the soft, almost fluttering motion under their hands.
Dawn smiled, felt honored, and very protective. This was her baby, too. And she would be damned if she wouldn't protect it with everything in her. She'd be a great aunt. She knew it.
Spike had never felt more awed. This was life. This was heart and mind and soul. This was why humanity was so very precious. Never, in his life, or unlife, had he felt a baby kick. And wondered, in that moment, that if he had, would things have been different?
Giles felt like a proud Grampa, and swore to make the mother's and child's life as easy as he possibly could... Safe as he possibly could...
And Angel looked at the trio and knew, like an outgrown toy, that he would always be cherished, but that Buffy had moved on.
End Part Ten. I need some ideas, and will get the next part up as soon as I'm given some. Again, I apologize for the brevity of this.
I own nothing. I'm sorry this is a bit late and short, a friend of my family died this week, and it's been hectic. I really need some ideas here, folks. So you have to contribute.
A sorrowful...
Tequila Sunrise
"I think my heart is beating."
"Your WHAT? Your heart is... Oh God. What are you gonna do?"
But by then, Angel was on the porch alone.
Climbing the stairs, he slammed open Dawn's door, succeeding only in waking an already pissed off Buffy.
"Buffy, I-"
"I don't care. I really don't want to-" She looked at his face. "What's going on?"
He reached across the room, yanking her hand to his chest. Surely, weak but staid, blood was pumping through his heart.
"Oh my God... Oh my..." She laid her head on his chest, listening to it. She ran her hands over his face and neck. "You're warm... Not... cool. Not..."
"Dead?"
Her hands shook as she tugged at Dawn to wake her up.
At Dawns grunt, Buffy placed her sister's hand on Spike's heart.
"Oh my God..." She full out hugged him, laughing and crying. "You're real. you're... Human... Spike... we can go to the park, and the store, in the day! Your baby... can sit on your lap while you mow the lawn... Spike..."
The three sat in silence, hearing only the heartbeat. An in her womb, Buffy's baby stirred.
Into her second trimester, Buffy was getting big. And she felt it, too. One day, thankfully on maternity leave from the dreaded Double Meat, the persistent knocking at the door was just the last straw. She tossed the dishcloth to the counter, and stormed to the door. Where the HELL was Spike when you REALLY wanted him to interfere??
Tearing the door open, she fairly snarled, "What the HELL can I DO for YOU?"
And Giles blinked. "I... Well, hello, Buffy."
She finally looked at who was in front of her. "Oh my God... Giles, I missed you."
"I missed you, too, Buffy..." The two hugged, and finally the struggle, the stress, and confusion got to her, and she cried. And Giles loved her.
"Bloody hell, Watcher!" Spike came down the stairs to regard him slowly.
Giles pulled Buffy gently to his side, his hand on her shoulder in a defensive manner. "Spike."
To both males' astonishment, Buffy pulled away slowly from her friend and walked to Spike. When she reached his side and turned, she said softly, "The changing is beginning, Giles... Spike has a heartbeat, and he can stand small doses of sunlight. Too much still hurts, and so does a cross and holy water." She turned sardonic eyes on the blonde. "He decided to do experiments on himself since none of us would."
Spike shrugged, and Giles shook his head in amusement. "It seems that so much has changed... but some things never will. How is the baby?"
"She's fine. She hasn't kicked yet, though."
They moved to the living room, questions flying between the ex- watcher and his slayer. Sometime during the conversation, Buffy realized she was holding Spike's hand. She guessed Giles saw by the slight dilation of his pupils, but it was too late to pull away gracefully. The front door slamming saved her explanation when they heard Dawn drop her books and come into the room.
"Who's here now?" She questioned lightly.
Giles rose to greet her but stopped, frozen by the next words out of her mouth.
"Why is he here?"
"Dawn!" Buffy reprimanded her sharply.
"No! He just ups and LEAVES, but now that you're all Prego Buffy, he's all Concerned Watcher Person again?? Whatever. No."
Spike stood. "Niblet. Rupe here has done more for you than anyone here, save Buffy. You know that. If you're scared, say so. But we will NOT have you rippin' folks heads off, just cuz you say. Fear is NO excuse for bad manners." At her sullen look, he added, "Do you hear me?"
"Yeah."
"Then?"
She hung her head. "I'm... I'm sorry, Giles... I thought the Council might have sent you... I just..." She looked at Giles. "I'm sorry."
Giles grinned gently, crossing to hug her softly. When she squeezed him back tightly, he whispered, "It's ok, Dawn... I guess we're all scared."
Casa de Summers was getting crowded. Giles would be getting his old apartment back in the morning, but for now, he was crashing on the couch. As for now, they all sat in the living room, all cautious, Giles sending intermittent glares at Angel.
Buffy and Dawn attempted to ignore the growing testosterone tension growing in the room, engrossing themselves in "Crossing Jordan". Buffy got up to get more popcorn, and at the threshold of the living room, she dropped the bowl, her eyes growing large.
Every head turned to her, and she placed both her hands on her stomach. "Spike! He's kicking. Come feel. Dawn... The baby... Giles... Come..."
The three came forward, letting Buffy guide their hands. They felt the soft, almost fluttering motion under their hands.
Dawn smiled, felt honored, and very protective. This was her baby, too. And she would be damned if she wouldn't protect it with everything in her. She'd be a great aunt. She knew it.
Spike had never felt more awed. This was life. This was heart and mind and soul. This was why humanity was so very precious. Never, in his life, or unlife, had he felt a baby kick. And wondered, in that moment, that if he had, would things have been different?
Giles felt like a proud Grampa, and swore to make the mother's and child's life as easy as he possibly could... Safe as he possibly could...
And Angel looked at the trio and knew, like an outgrown toy, that he would always be cherished, but that Buffy had moved on.
End Part Ten. I need some ideas, and will get the next part up as soon as I'm given some. Again, I apologize for the brevity of this.