Redefined: 5
A/N: Hi all. I wasn't going to post again til Monday but what can I say? I want more reviews so here we are. Now I know some of you are confused about a few things and I will answer most of your questions in the next few chapters. Here is chapter 5 and I hope you enjoy. Enjoy. Skyz.
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Redefined:
"Serves you right," Buffy was saying as she watched Spike from the floor across the room.
"C'mon Slayer," Spike whined as he edged further into the corner he'd gotten himself into. Deadly rays of sunlight danced ever closer.
"Come on what? Why should I help you? Give me one good reason."
Spike scowled as he tried to hunch further into himself. Why couldn't she just close the bloody curtains like a good little girl? Damn her! The Slayer was going to be the death of him in a matter of minutes.
"I see you can't think of one. Too bad, I was really hoping to hear what you had to say. Well, I guess this is goodbye Spike," Buffy smirked as the beams of sunlight grew in length.
"Okay, okay! What about the boy? Uh..Wolfe? He'll never be born if you let the sun get me. C'mon! You're all with the morals and ethics and all that rot. Wouldn't deprive a kid of his dad now would you?"
"Hmmmm...That was good. But no cigar. See, you said he wasn't our son. Some crazy imposter who wants to kill us all. Give me another one."
Growling and snarling Spike clenched his fists in frustration and a good bit of fear making him shake with it.
"I won't try and kill you," he said. Stupid little chit I'll drain you dry for this, he thought.
"Isn't that good pet?"
Buffy seriously considered what he said, then shook her head.
"No, I have no faith in you. Here's how it's gonna go. When we get back to Sunnydale, you take your skank girlfriend and leave. Don't ever come back. Or I'll kill you both."
"No, no I have to save Dru. If I leave I wo-"
"Tick tock, tick tock..."
"Alright, alright! We'll leave. Just close the fucking curtains!"
Buffy got up from the floor and slowly and deliberately closed the curtains.
Spike's body slowly uncoiled as he cautiously made his way from the corner into the middle of the room. Slowly a smirk formed as he regarded her.
"You know I won't keep the deal we just made," he said smugly.
Buffy just smiled.
"Yes you will."
"No I won't"
"Yes you will."
"No I won't."
"Yes you will."
"No I won't!"
"Yes you will!"
"No you won't," Buffy snuck in hotly.
"Yes I will," Spike growled smugly until he realized what he had just said. (A/N: I've proven this theory myself. It actually works if you want someone to agree with you and you find yourself in an argument like this. Back to the story :)
Now it was Buffy's turn to look smug.
"There you go. Now.we really need to get out of here. I can't believe you went off half-cocked like that! Not to mention sucker punched me! My head still hurts damn you!"
Angry and petulant Spike tossed himself down next to her on the floor.
"Oh, stop your whining Slayer! It was just a tap, nothing your Slayer sensibilities can't handle. And I wasn't going off half-cocked as you so eloquently put it. I had reason to believe we were in danger. I did what I had to do."
Buffy just rolled her eyes and sighed heavily.
"There is no 'we'. You did what you wanted. Impulsive as always. And for you that equals stupid," she said depreciatingly.
"I'm stupid Slayer?! I'm a hell of a lot smarter than you luv. You're all bottle blonde and no brains!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Are too!"
"Am no- Ah not this time Slayer," Spike caught himself in time as he pursed his lips and gave her a grudgingly admiring look. "How do you do that anyway?"
"It's a gift. Now explain again how we're still in this house Spike. I mean how hard is it to get out of here?"
Spike closed his eyes as he tried to figure out just how they had ended up stuck in this room hiding out. After he had knocked, the Slayer out he'd hefted her firefighter style and had made his way through the maze of hallways trying to find a way out of the house. Needless to say, he hadn't found one.
Upon hearing voices and human heartbeats near by, he had ducked into this room. And promptly run to the nearest corner as sunlight started to burn his clothes and his hands as he covered his face. Stupidly he hadn't anticipated the sunlight factor.
"Couldn't find a bloody door. Hadn't figured the sunlight bit either. Now I'm all burned up and feeling puckish."
He cast her his best little boy look that she caught and turned her nose up in disgust.
"Forget about getting any of my blood! If you hadn't of knocked me out I coulda told you the sun was out. Meaning you had nowhere to go. Now we are stuck here with Wolfe..and Angel."
Spike frowned.
He didn't like the way she'd said Peaches name. All breathy like and full of love. Stupid ponce had her wrapped around his cold dead fingers. He had thought that privately of course, she was smarter than that. Guess he'd been wrong. He clucked his tongue at her.
"Peaches is an old geezer now, thinkin' about him like that is just sick Slayer. And if you're thinking about doing anything about it then---what would our son think?" he asked in outrage.
"An ewwwww to that thought. You sure are harping on this son thing. I thought you said he wasn't our son? And sad to say I'm kinda starting to doubt that myself. What's to say he isn't some..you know, one of those.You know Whatcha ma call it? You know.."
"No I don't know," Spike interrupted.
"You know-" Buffy started again.
"You really are a Valley girl aren't you? 'You know this', 'you know that'! Blah, blah, blah, blah. Now about the boy being a shape shifter doesn't smell demony. In fact he smells right human."
"Maybe your nose is wrong. And it's 'like you know' stupid. Maybe he's an alien or something. A shape-shifting alien! Like in the movie Terminator 2!"
"No, and they were robots luv. Not aliens."
"A.killing, genetically enhanced to look like us, shape shifting alien!"
"Didn't know you knew what genetically enhanced meant. Still no," he muttered.
"How would you even know? Have you ever met an alien?" she demanded exasperatedly.
"Noooooo," he drawled out. "Sides don't believe in 'em."
"How can you not? You're a vampire!"
"What does me being a vamp got to do with it?"
"I'd never have sex with you," Buffy said in sudden abruptness changing the subject.
"I'd never shag a Slayer," he replied in return.
Silent they laid beside each other in something that wasn't uncomfortable or comfortable. A sort of in between.
"He is our son," they sighed in unison.
"Guess the most logical question is how," Spike finally said.
"Pretty sure on the how. Question is why?"
"Well..he did say you were twenty-three when you had him. Seven years form now. Guess a lot of things changed."
"I'll say."
"What should we do?" Spike grumbled.
"Nothing. I say we just forget about it. Forget and go home. We're both in love with different people. You'll be outta Sunnydale and I'll never see you again. This will be moot."
Spike silently agreed. Yes the further he was from her the better. The less he would be tempted. Tempted? A voice in his head asked curiously. Grudgingly he responded, yes. Tempted. He eyed the petite Slayer.
Her golden hair was spread out fanning her tanned shoulders, eyes closed; she gave every appearance of an angel. All light and goodness. The thought made him suddenly angry. Angel his arse! More like a thorn in his side. Just because she was beautiful didn't mean he'd sleep with her! Hell, she wasn't very beautiful anyway. He wasn't going to sleep with her! He had Dru.
Besides the Slayer was all lovey dovey with the poof. This made him even angrier. Angel and the Slayer! Slayer and the Angel, the souled one the all mighty-
"Well good! Once I'm gone you can have the brat with Peaches! I mean he's raised this git too! Why don't you stay here and be one big happy family?!" he yelled jumping up.
Buffy listened to his rant in stunned incredulity. What was his problem? Why was he so angry? He should have been happy with the fact she'd solved their problem for them!
"What is your problem?!" she snapped angrily getting up and into his face.
"What is my problem? My problem is that you're daydreaming about you and the great poof going off in the bleedin' sunset with my son! I mean what's to say I wouldn't make a great dad?! You're not gonna even give me a chance!"
"Don't put words in my mouth! I wasn't even thinking that!"
"Please!"
"Oh, don't get pissy with me you stupid vampire! You're acting like some.jealous husband or something!"
He sputtered.
"Husband? Pissy..?! I'll have you know I am not being pissy! Stupid little chit!"
"Listen! All I was doing was solving the problem so we wouldn't wind up having sex!"
The loud clearing of a throat interrupted their yelling match.
They turned as one. One with a guilty expression and the other smugly insolent as they saw whom it was.
"Mom, dad," Wolfe said with a wide grin.
A/N: Hi all. I wasn't going to post again til Monday but what can I say? I want more reviews so here we are. Now I know some of you are confused about a few things and I will answer most of your questions in the next few chapters. Here is chapter 5 and I hope you enjoy. Enjoy. Skyz.
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Redefined:
"Serves you right," Buffy was saying as she watched Spike from the floor across the room.
"C'mon Slayer," Spike whined as he edged further into the corner he'd gotten himself into. Deadly rays of sunlight danced ever closer.
"Come on what? Why should I help you? Give me one good reason."
Spike scowled as he tried to hunch further into himself. Why couldn't she just close the bloody curtains like a good little girl? Damn her! The Slayer was going to be the death of him in a matter of minutes.
"I see you can't think of one. Too bad, I was really hoping to hear what you had to say. Well, I guess this is goodbye Spike," Buffy smirked as the beams of sunlight grew in length.
"Okay, okay! What about the boy? Uh..Wolfe? He'll never be born if you let the sun get me. C'mon! You're all with the morals and ethics and all that rot. Wouldn't deprive a kid of his dad now would you?"
"Hmmmm...That was good. But no cigar. See, you said he wasn't our son. Some crazy imposter who wants to kill us all. Give me another one."
Growling and snarling Spike clenched his fists in frustration and a good bit of fear making him shake with it.
"I won't try and kill you," he said. Stupid little chit I'll drain you dry for this, he thought.
"Isn't that good pet?"
Buffy seriously considered what he said, then shook her head.
"No, I have no faith in you. Here's how it's gonna go. When we get back to Sunnydale, you take your skank girlfriend and leave. Don't ever come back. Or I'll kill you both."
"No, no I have to save Dru. If I leave I wo-"
"Tick tock, tick tock..."
"Alright, alright! We'll leave. Just close the fucking curtains!"
Buffy got up from the floor and slowly and deliberately closed the curtains.
Spike's body slowly uncoiled as he cautiously made his way from the corner into the middle of the room. Slowly a smirk formed as he regarded her.
"You know I won't keep the deal we just made," he said smugly.
Buffy just smiled.
"Yes you will."
"No I won't"
"Yes you will."
"No I won't."
"Yes you will."
"No I won't!"
"Yes you will!"
"No you won't," Buffy snuck in hotly.
"Yes I will," Spike growled smugly until he realized what he had just said. (A/N: I've proven this theory myself. It actually works if you want someone to agree with you and you find yourself in an argument like this. Back to the story :)
Now it was Buffy's turn to look smug.
"There you go. Now.we really need to get out of here. I can't believe you went off half-cocked like that! Not to mention sucker punched me! My head still hurts damn you!"
Angry and petulant Spike tossed himself down next to her on the floor.
"Oh, stop your whining Slayer! It was just a tap, nothing your Slayer sensibilities can't handle. And I wasn't going off half-cocked as you so eloquently put it. I had reason to believe we were in danger. I did what I had to do."
Buffy just rolled her eyes and sighed heavily.
"There is no 'we'. You did what you wanted. Impulsive as always. And for you that equals stupid," she said depreciatingly.
"I'm stupid Slayer?! I'm a hell of a lot smarter than you luv. You're all bottle blonde and no brains!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Are too!"
"Am no- Ah not this time Slayer," Spike caught himself in time as he pursed his lips and gave her a grudgingly admiring look. "How do you do that anyway?"
"It's a gift. Now explain again how we're still in this house Spike. I mean how hard is it to get out of here?"
Spike closed his eyes as he tried to figure out just how they had ended up stuck in this room hiding out. After he had knocked, the Slayer out he'd hefted her firefighter style and had made his way through the maze of hallways trying to find a way out of the house. Needless to say, he hadn't found one.
Upon hearing voices and human heartbeats near by, he had ducked into this room. And promptly run to the nearest corner as sunlight started to burn his clothes and his hands as he covered his face. Stupidly he hadn't anticipated the sunlight factor.
"Couldn't find a bloody door. Hadn't figured the sunlight bit either. Now I'm all burned up and feeling puckish."
He cast her his best little boy look that she caught and turned her nose up in disgust.
"Forget about getting any of my blood! If you hadn't of knocked me out I coulda told you the sun was out. Meaning you had nowhere to go. Now we are stuck here with Wolfe..and Angel."
Spike frowned.
He didn't like the way she'd said Peaches name. All breathy like and full of love. Stupid ponce had her wrapped around his cold dead fingers. He had thought that privately of course, she was smarter than that. Guess he'd been wrong. He clucked his tongue at her.
"Peaches is an old geezer now, thinkin' about him like that is just sick Slayer. And if you're thinking about doing anything about it then---what would our son think?" he asked in outrage.
"An ewwwww to that thought. You sure are harping on this son thing. I thought you said he wasn't our son? And sad to say I'm kinda starting to doubt that myself. What's to say he isn't some..you know, one of those.You know Whatcha ma call it? You know.."
"No I don't know," Spike interrupted.
"You know-" Buffy started again.
"You really are a Valley girl aren't you? 'You know this', 'you know that'! Blah, blah, blah, blah. Now about the boy being a shape shifter doesn't smell demony. In fact he smells right human."
"Maybe your nose is wrong. And it's 'like you know' stupid. Maybe he's an alien or something. A shape-shifting alien! Like in the movie Terminator 2!"
"No, and they were robots luv. Not aliens."
"A.killing, genetically enhanced to look like us, shape shifting alien!"
"Didn't know you knew what genetically enhanced meant. Still no," he muttered.
"How would you even know? Have you ever met an alien?" she demanded exasperatedly.
"Noooooo," he drawled out. "Sides don't believe in 'em."
"How can you not? You're a vampire!"
"What does me being a vamp got to do with it?"
"I'd never have sex with you," Buffy said in sudden abruptness changing the subject.
"I'd never shag a Slayer," he replied in return.
Silent they laid beside each other in something that wasn't uncomfortable or comfortable. A sort of in between.
"He is our son," they sighed in unison.
"Guess the most logical question is how," Spike finally said.
"Pretty sure on the how. Question is why?"
"Well..he did say you were twenty-three when you had him. Seven years form now. Guess a lot of things changed."
"I'll say."
"What should we do?" Spike grumbled.
"Nothing. I say we just forget about it. Forget and go home. We're both in love with different people. You'll be outta Sunnydale and I'll never see you again. This will be moot."
Spike silently agreed. Yes the further he was from her the better. The less he would be tempted. Tempted? A voice in his head asked curiously. Grudgingly he responded, yes. Tempted. He eyed the petite Slayer.
Her golden hair was spread out fanning her tanned shoulders, eyes closed; she gave every appearance of an angel. All light and goodness. The thought made him suddenly angry. Angel his arse! More like a thorn in his side. Just because she was beautiful didn't mean he'd sleep with her! Hell, she wasn't very beautiful anyway. He wasn't going to sleep with her! He had Dru.
Besides the Slayer was all lovey dovey with the poof. This made him even angrier. Angel and the Slayer! Slayer and the Angel, the souled one the all mighty-
"Well good! Once I'm gone you can have the brat with Peaches! I mean he's raised this git too! Why don't you stay here and be one big happy family?!" he yelled jumping up.
Buffy listened to his rant in stunned incredulity. What was his problem? Why was he so angry? He should have been happy with the fact she'd solved their problem for them!
"What is your problem?!" she snapped angrily getting up and into his face.
"What is my problem? My problem is that you're daydreaming about you and the great poof going off in the bleedin' sunset with my son! I mean what's to say I wouldn't make a great dad?! You're not gonna even give me a chance!"
"Don't put words in my mouth! I wasn't even thinking that!"
"Please!"
"Oh, don't get pissy with me you stupid vampire! You're acting like some.jealous husband or something!"
He sputtered.
"Husband? Pissy..?! I'll have you know I am not being pissy! Stupid little chit!"
"Listen! All I was doing was solving the problem so we wouldn't wind up having sex!"
The loud clearing of a throat interrupted their yelling match.
They turned as one. One with a guilty expression and the other smugly insolent as they saw whom it was.
"Mom, dad," Wolfe said with a wide grin.