Redefined: 9
A/N: Hi all. I'm sorry this was so long in getting out. Real life reared its ugly head and I was extremely busy. I'm not gonna promise when the next chapter's gonna go up because for the next few weeks I have a lot to do plus my birthday is up on the 16 and so I'll stress I'll try to get the next one out sometime next week or weekend. Thanks so much for the reviews. I know when I did the whole Scooby Doo thing I mentioned who Spike and Buffy thought of as the leaders. This was in no way saying Fred wasn't the official leader. It was my opinion of what they would both think as to who they thought the leader was. Does that make sense? Also, I think this same person mentioned how I threw off my time line which I put around season 2. I know that and with the ring thing, I mentioned this in another note it wasn't given to her yet but I needed it in there so I took the liberty to change that. I think that's all for now. Thanks again for the reviews. Enjoy. Skyz.
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Redefined:
His words hung in the air between them and Buffy shook her head.
"What?" she whispered.
Spike blinked as if just coming to his senses.
"Nothing," he snapped.
Buffy licked her suddenly dry lips and shook her head again.
"No...no," she muttered. "You can't just say something like that and take it back!! I heard you Spike! Now explain, what the hell you meant," she exploded her voice resonating around the room.
Stiffening in indignation Spike stared defiantly at her.
"I don't have to explain anything to you Slayer," he muttered as he turned to go.
Her hand on his arm stopped him cold.
"No, you aren't going anywhere until you tell me what you meant," Buffy stated her voice cold.
"Let go of me," he warned.
Her grip only tightened.
"Answer me," she demanded.
Gritting his teeth, he called himself every name he could think of. Of all the stupid things to have come out of his mouth! Like he wanted to have a life with her, he thought angrily.
"I know you don't think I'd give everything I love to be with you Spike! I'd never lower myself to be with you. Never. Ever. The very thought of it sickens me," she hissed from right behind him.
He could feel her, her heat, her hate. Everything about her at that moment made him hate her, as he never had before.
Jerking from her grasp he whirled around, his duster brushing the edge of the coffee table. His face was hard, his eyes cold.
"Never Slayer?" he purred. Buffy frowned as she looked into his eyes, saw the blatant hate...and something else that had her stiffening and stepping back. He stepped closer.
"Never, ever? Well...this?" he gestured around them mockingly, smiled slightly. "This does not bode well for that statement does it? I even think you probably uttered those words to me before. Thing is, I don't believe you and I doubt I did the last time you said it either. Those are big words to eat once you realize how wrong you were."
Buffy jerked her dazed gaze from his and moved even further away.
"Please! I mean God ego much?! I am in love with Angel. I will be with Angel forever," she said and even to her own ears, the words sounded hollow.
What are you doing a voice inside his head asked? Shut up he told it as he slowly circled her. He could feel her heart beating, the nervousness, the fear. He could feel the blood that rushed to her face at his stare. He could feel her. He wanted her to feel just as confused as he did, just as pained. Just as angry.
He wanted her to hurt.
"S'not ego pet. Fact. Really, didn't you see Peaches up there mourning for his lost love? Guess what? That story he fed us? Bout the Powers gifting him humanity to look after the boy? A lie. See Angelus got in the way of a Mohra demon, turns out those buggers can turn the dead to living. Neat innit?"
"Shut up," she growled clenching her fists.
"He was turned human," Spike went on as if she hadn't spoken. "But thing is..he wanted to stay human. Gasp! Peaches wanted off the path of redemption. Wanted to be with ..Cordelia, the cheerleader. He's so fuckin' in love with her, he lied to you, the supposed love of your life!" Spike said harshly a smirk coming forth. He paused waiting for her to respond.
She didn't, her head was lowered, her hair a curtain effectively hiding her face.
"Hurts don't it? Knowin' everything you believed in, everything you thought you wanted, needed you don't get! Turns out something you never wanted has the most unexpect-"
Her fist in his face had him shutting up.
"Would you shut up!!!! You think this is funny?! That this has only happened to you? News flash Blondie, it involves me too!!! Do you think I want to be here? To see Wolfe? To see how much he loves us?! I don't. I don't want to see this. I love Angel. I do-but now! Now this is-now I have seen this. How can I forget this? How can we? How can we?!"
Spike stared at her, trying to stay angry. He wanted to hate her again, wanted things to go back to the way they'd been before. He found he couldn't.
"That's what I mean luv," he finally broke the charged silence. "We go back knowin' this. Everything and what? Pretend? Pretend that somewhere I, some future life I didn't love you and you never loved me? That I never married you, that we had a super boy named Wolfe. I KNOW you're in love with Angelus. I'm in love with Dru. But this? Changes everything."
Buffy didn't answer as she brushed past him out of the room. Leaving Spike feeling suddenly bereft.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Buffy sat on the edge of her bed her eyes unseeing. To say this was too much was an understatement; Buffy felt her head begin to ache. Spike's words echoed in her head. Around and around they went. This changed everything.
She could pretend, as he'd suggested. Pretend there wasn't the possibility of her having a life with Spike. Since she had first met Angel, she had always thought her future belonged with him. That they would be together forever. Or until she died. He would live on forever and he would be a good lover and mourn her forever.
That was what she had pictured her future being.
She wished, oh how she wished things could go back to the way they'd been. Simple. Understandable. She was in love with the only ensouled vampire, he loved her. Spike was her enemy. They tried to kill each other on a regular basis.
Her minds eye flashed to Spike, his face, those cheekbones, his voice, and those eyes. Everything about him was intense. Too much for her. She wanted a love that was sweet and tender and she knew deep down Spike could not give her that. He understood the ramifications of this more than she did. She couldn't even fathom them.
She knew he was attracted to her. It was in his eyes when he looked at her. Since coming here, it hadn't been hidden. She had pushed all thoughts of Spike and what a hottie he was out of her mind. She had been taught that all demons were bad. Evil. Soulless. The world had been firmly set in black and white.
To think..that in a matter of years it would all change! He would be implanted with a government chip that prevented him from harming humans. Fall in love with her and in a domino effect get a soul, marry her and give her a son.
He did it all for her.
Why would he love her? How? What had she done to deserve so much devotion? So much love, how could she love him back? She was in love with Angel.
Angel... He flashed before her closed eyes. Sweet loving Angel. He filled her with a sense of warmth, of love. Spike's image overrode Angel's. His damnable smirk, his arrogant attitude. The way he cocked his head when he spoke. His damn arched brow. Those eyes! Damn him, she thought viciously. Everything about him filled her with emotions she hadn't thought possible. She hated it. Him. Everything he represented she didn't want, didn't need yet it seemed he was all she could ever hope to have.
A firm knock on her door had her frowning slightly.
"Yes?" she called not really wanting to be disturbed.
"It's me Buffy," Giles called through the door. Buffy reluctantly got up and opened the door to let him in.
He took a seat in one of the chairs that faced her bed and studied her silently. She wanted to squirm under his intense stare but didn't, she forced herself to meet it head on.
"What's on your mind Giles?" she finally asked.
"Buffy...I know this has been a rather difficult adjustment to make. To accept that Wolfe is in fact your son. With Spike of all cre-people! I can assure you are not alone in feeling very unnerved by this all. But I've come to you now to express my thoughts on what I've just seen. As you are aware, Wolfe and the others have created numerous museums about Slayers, most specifically about you and Spike. The lives you affected. I must say...I am quite astounded by it all. I have come to ask that you have a look. I am in no way condoning you having a relationship with such an evil creat-person as Spike but...the things you two did together! Buffy I think you and Spike should take a look at all they've done and then perhaps you will understand my amazement," Giles finished in a rush as he stared at his charge with a look of hopeful expectation.
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Buffy tried very hard to dispel the expectant look of her Watcher as she sat beside Spike as Wolfe drove them to the Sunnydale museum.
"I'm real surprised you wanted to come," Wolfe commented glancing back at them with a large smile. "But I'm glad. This is going to be awesome! You'll see."
Spike glanced at Buffy.
"Why are we here? I thought you wanted to pretend. This isn't going to help at all," Spike asked in a hushed whisper.
Buffy shot Wolfe a brief look of concern at Spike's words.
"I know, but Giles insisted," Buffy answered.
Spike scowled.
"You're serious? The Watcher insisted, I'm right surprised he did that! I mean hell I am evil Slayer. Evil and I could easily snap your neck and drain you dry! It would be so easy to reach over and bury my fangs in -"
"I can hear you both you know," Wolfe said as he pulled into the back of the museum.
His parents shot him twin looks of guilt.
"Then I should be askin' you then. Why are we here? I thought you said we couldn't go out, yet here we are," Spike asked as he followed the Slayer out of the car.
"Well it's-I did a slight cloaking spell, sorta like the one around our house. I'm talking but no one can see you so go on in and explore. I'll be in the upstairs office," Wolfe instructed as he left them in the empty lobby.
Buffy and Spike glanced at each other.
"We shouldn't do this," Buffy said.
"You're right. I mean if we're just having problems dealin' with the fact we have a son, how are we going to handle seeing it all spelt out nice like? We're pretending remember?"
Buffy nodded slightly.
They turned together towards the stairs Wolfe had taken.
As they moved, the doors to the museum were thrown open and a swarm of people swept in.
"Spread out. Look everywhere and we want them unharmed. Travers says he wants both of them. Unharmed," the leader ordered as he started barking out orders.
Buffy looked at the regular looking people who were obviously more than that, watched as they all pulled out some device and took off in all directions. Obviously they were looking for someone and she wondered if maybe some one had escaped and-
"We need to get outta here," Spike's strained voice broke through her thoughts. He gripped her elbow and began to edge up the stairs.
"Why?" Buffy asked still staring at the group that had stayed behind in the lobby.
"Slayer...." Spike hissed as he hurried his pace dragging her behind him.
"Maybe they need help Spike! I'm the Slayer I help people," she huffed as she jerked out of his grip and spun around.
Spike glared after her and then shrugged. What did he care if she was caught? He wanted nothing to do with those wankers down stairs. Shaking his head, he jogged the rest of the way up the stairs and hurried down the hall looking for the boy.
"Wolfe?" he called the frantic feeling he'd had at the sight of those people increasing by the second as he turned on his heel. He had better watch her back, he thought. After all, they couldn't get home if she was discovered and something happened to her could they?
"Hey...let go of me," he heard the Slayer's voice raised loudly in anger and he charged the rest of the way down the stairs. His eyes widened as he took in the scene before him.
Buffy was covered by a hoard of humans that struggled with her invisible form and she wasn't doing too well. Her need to not hurt them, keeping her from using her strength as she would, had they been demons.
Spike's eyes widened as the leader fisted his hands together and clubbed Buffy over the head. She slumped unconscious with a moan of pain. Anger surged through him and with a roar of pure fury, he pounced.
He had no problem with the fact they were human. He tore into them like a tornado through a trailer park. People went flying in all directions as he strove to get to Buffy as the leader hefted her invisible form.
"Do the spell," he yelled as he moved as fast as he could towards to the doors.
The swoosh of air caught his attention right before a body landed nimbly on its feet in front of him. Wolfe grinned dangerously as he straightened.
"I think you have something that belongs to me," he said before he reached out and with a speed unseeable took Buffy from the man and handed her off to Spike as he came up beside them.
The leader came out of his shock at Wolfe's abilities enough to give the signal to converge to the middle of the room.
"Take her and get out of here," Wolfe ordered.
Spike didn't move an inch.
"I don't think so boy," he growled as he hugged Buffy closer to him.
"Get out of here! I can handle myself," Wolfe said again as he shot Spike a look of pure anticipation to the coming fight. "Remember I'm both of you. Combined."
Spike was torn, he wanted to stay for a spot of violence, see his son in action and have a regular ball, but then he looked down at Buffy and he made his decision.
"Stay safe," he ordered as he moved away at a run.
"You can bet on it," Wolfe called after him.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Spike ran as fast as he could through the museum. He wished the Slayer would wake up and they could go help Wolfe but she remained dead to the world and he was trying to find a place to stash her so he could help their son.
He ran past an open door to the right of him he knew humans were in because he could hear their heartbeats and was glad for the cloaking spell as he rounded he corner.
Right into the waiting arms of a good twenty of the people that had separated into groups to look for them, he suspected. He carefully made his way through the mass. He was almost past when an excited voice called out.
"There they are! Get em!!!!!!!!"
Spike threw a glance over his shoulder and had his heart been beating it would have stopped. They were coming at him. He glanced at the Slayer then debated the wise ness of running; they were all over the place. Like roaches they were. What to do? He couldn't leave the Slayer alone unable to defend herself and he couldn't fight with her in his arms. What to do?
The answer was solved for him as Buffy opened her eyes and groaned a little.
"Slayer we've got company and it aint the visitin' kind. You up for a bit of a fight?" he asked as he looked down into her eyes.
She nodded and grimaced as pain erupted in her head. Spike sat her on her feet and they faced the on coming mob.
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Wolfe threw one last punch before he surveyed the remaining few who had yet to feel his fury.
"Come on boys. Let's have a go of it. Fancy a beatin'?" he asked with a wide smirk as he advanced.
The men's radios went off and a message was relayed. The men glanced at one another before one-stepped forward and the others retreated.
"What was that? Where're ya goin? What's going on," Wolfe demanded as he reached out and grabbed the man by the throat and shook him with enough force to rattle his brain.
"We got what we came for," the man choked out and Wolfe dropped him as if he'd been burnt. Heart pounding he spun and ran in the direction he'd seen Spike take off in.
All he could think of was God no.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Yes?"
"It's done sir. I think you will be quite pleased. We'll bring them up."
Quentin Travers hung up the phone and sat back in anticipation.
He smirked as he thought of his grandson. Fool me will you? he thought gleefully. Humph!! Sky divers, impersonators his arse!!! Something was going on over at the Hill and he was pretty damn sure he now had a large clue as to what it was.
He noted that he should personally thank the useless lot he had watching the Hill. They'd detected the two-cloaked forms with that Winthrop boy as soon as he left the premises. Not very clever at all, he mused. But then that was what you got when you mixed blood he thought in disgust. Hybrids weren't known for their intelligence he thought in vengeful delight. He'd have them right where he wanted them.
His study door opened and in marched his head of security Michael Bart and his second in command. In their arms was the last thing he expected to see.
"My God," he gasped out as Henry helped him to his feet.
"The Winthrop boy had these two cloaked sir. Quite odd how they look exactly like his parents," Michael stated as he lowered Buffy onto the couch Spike followed.
Quentin pictured the five falling form the sky and he felt his heart begin to pound an irregular beat. Good Lord!!!!!
"That's because they are his parents," he whispered.
He gazed at the two people who had ruined him, had created the boy who had turned his own flesh against him and a smile of pure evil crossed his features. Now they would pay.
A/N: Hi all. I'm sorry this was so long in getting out. Real life reared its ugly head and I was extremely busy. I'm not gonna promise when the next chapter's gonna go up because for the next few weeks I have a lot to do plus my birthday is up on the 16 and so I'll stress I'll try to get the next one out sometime next week or weekend. Thanks so much for the reviews. I know when I did the whole Scooby Doo thing I mentioned who Spike and Buffy thought of as the leaders. This was in no way saying Fred wasn't the official leader. It was my opinion of what they would both think as to who they thought the leader was. Does that make sense? Also, I think this same person mentioned how I threw off my time line which I put around season 2. I know that and with the ring thing, I mentioned this in another note it wasn't given to her yet but I needed it in there so I took the liberty to change that. I think that's all for now. Thanks again for the reviews. Enjoy. Skyz.
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Redefined:
His words hung in the air between them and Buffy shook her head.
"What?" she whispered.
Spike blinked as if just coming to his senses.
"Nothing," he snapped.
Buffy licked her suddenly dry lips and shook her head again.
"No...no," she muttered. "You can't just say something like that and take it back!! I heard you Spike! Now explain, what the hell you meant," she exploded her voice resonating around the room.
Stiffening in indignation Spike stared defiantly at her.
"I don't have to explain anything to you Slayer," he muttered as he turned to go.
Her hand on his arm stopped him cold.
"No, you aren't going anywhere until you tell me what you meant," Buffy stated her voice cold.
"Let go of me," he warned.
Her grip only tightened.
"Answer me," she demanded.
Gritting his teeth, he called himself every name he could think of. Of all the stupid things to have come out of his mouth! Like he wanted to have a life with her, he thought angrily.
"I know you don't think I'd give everything I love to be with you Spike! I'd never lower myself to be with you. Never. Ever. The very thought of it sickens me," she hissed from right behind him.
He could feel her, her heat, her hate. Everything about her at that moment made him hate her, as he never had before.
Jerking from her grasp he whirled around, his duster brushing the edge of the coffee table. His face was hard, his eyes cold.
"Never Slayer?" he purred. Buffy frowned as she looked into his eyes, saw the blatant hate...and something else that had her stiffening and stepping back. He stepped closer.
"Never, ever? Well...this?" he gestured around them mockingly, smiled slightly. "This does not bode well for that statement does it? I even think you probably uttered those words to me before. Thing is, I don't believe you and I doubt I did the last time you said it either. Those are big words to eat once you realize how wrong you were."
Buffy jerked her dazed gaze from his and moved even further away.
"Please! I mean God ego much?! I am in love with Angel. I will be with Angel forever," she said and even to her own ears, the words sounded hollow.
What are you doing a voice inside his head asked? Shut up he told it as he slowly circled her. He could feel her heart beating, the nervousness, the fear. He could feel the blood that rushed to her face at his stare. He could feel her. He wanted her to feel just as confused as he did, just as pained. Just as angry.
He wanted her to hurt.
"S'not ego pet. Fact. Really, didn't you see Peaches up there mourning for his lost love? Guess what? That story he fed us? Bout the Powers gifting him humanity to look after the boy? A lie. See Angelus got in the way of a Mohra demon, turns out those buggers can turn the dead to living. Neat innit?"
"Shut up," she growled clenching her fists.
"He was turned human," Spike went on as if she hadn't spoken. "But thing is..he wanted to stay human. Gasp! Peaches wanted off the path of redemption. Wanted to be with ..Cordelia, the cheerleader. He's so fuckin' in love with her, he lied to you, the supposed love of your life!" Spike said harshly a smirk coming forth. He paused waiting for her to respond.
She didn't, her head was lowered, her hair a curtain effectively hiding her face.
"Hurts don't it? Knowin' everything you believed in, everything you thought you wanted, needed you don't get! Turns out something you never wanted has the most unexpect-"
Her fist in his face had him shutting up.
"Would you shut up!!!! You think this is funny?! That this has only happened to you? News flash Blondie, it involves me too!!! Do you think I want to be here? To see Wolfe? To see how much he loves us?! I don't. I don't want to see this. I love Angel. I do-but now! Now this is-now I have seen this. How can I forget this? How can we? How can we?!"
Spike stared at her, trying to stay angry. He wanted to hate her again, wanted things to go back to the way they'd been before. He found he couldn't.
"That's what I mean luv," he finally broke the charged silence. "We go back knowin' this. Everything and what? Pretend? Pretend that somewhere I, some future life I didn't love you and you never loved me? That I never married you, that we had a super boy named Wolfe. I KNOW you're in love with Angelus. I'm in love with Dru. But this? Changes everything."
Buffy didn't answer as she brushed past him out of the room. Leaving Spike feeling suddenly bereft.
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Buffy sat on the edge of her bed her eyes unseeing. To say this was too much was an understatement; Buffy felt her head begin to ache. Spike's words echoed in her head. Around and around they went. This changed everything.
She could pretend, as he'd suggested. Pretend there wasn't the possibility of her having a life with Spike. Since she had first met Angel, she had always thought her future belonged with him. That they would be together forever. Or until she died. He would live on forever and he would be a good lover and mourn her forever.
That was what she had pictured her future being.
She wished, oh how she wished things could go back to the way they'd been. Simple. Understandable. She was in love with the only ensouled vampire, he loved her. Spike was her enemy. They tried to kill each other on a regular basis.
Her minds eye flashed to Spike, his face, those cheekbones, his voice, and those eyes. Everything about him was intense. Too much for her. She wanted a love that was sweet and tender and she knew deep down Spike could not give her that. He understood the ramifications of this more than she did. She couldn't even fathom them.
She knew he was attracted to her. It was in his eyes when he looked at her. Since coming here, it hadn't been hidden. She had pushed all thoughts of Spike and what a hottie he was out of her mind. She had been taught that all demons were bad. Evil. Soulless. The world had been firmly set in black and white.
To think..that in a matter of years it would all change! He would be implanted with a government chip that prevented him from harming humans. Fall in love with her and in a domino effect get a soul, marry her and give her a son.
He did it all for her.
Why would he love her? How? What had she done to deserve so much devotion? So much love, how could she love him back? She was in love with Angel.
Angel... He flashed before her closed eyes. Sweet loving Angel. He filled her with a sense of warmth, of love. Spike's image overrode Angel's. His damnable smirk, his arrogant attitude. The way he cocked his head when he spoke. His damn arched brow. Those eyes! Damn him, she thought viciously. Everything about him filled her with emotions she hadn't thought possible. She hated it. Him. Everything he represented she didn't want, didn't need yet it seemed he was all she could ever hope to have.
A firm knock on her door had her frowning slightly.
"Yes?" she called not really wanting to be disturbed.
"It's me Buffy," Giles called through the door. Buffy reluctantly got up and opened the door to let him in.
He took a seat in one of the chairs that faced her bed and studied her silently. She wanted to squirm under his intense stare but didn't, she forced herself to meet it head on.
"What's on your mind Giles?" she finally asked.
"Buffy...I know this has been a rather difficult adjustment to make. To accept that Wolfe is in fact your son. With Spike of all cre-people! I can assure you are not alone in feeling very unnerved by this all. But I've come to you now to express my thoughts on what I've just seen. As you are aware, Wolfe and the others have created numerous museums about Slayers, most specifically about you and Spike. The lives you affected. I must say...I am quite astounded by it all. I have come to ask that you have a look. I am in no way condoning you having a relationship with such an evil creat-person as Spike but...the things you two did together! Buffy I think you and Spike should take a look at all they've done and then perhaps you will understand my amazement," Giles finished in a rush as he stared at his charge with a look of hopeful expectation.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Buffy tried very hard to dispel the expectant look of her Watcher as she sat beside Spike as Wolfe drove them to the Sunnydale museum.
"I'm real surprised you wanted to come," Wolfe commented glancing back at them with a large smile. "But I'm glad. This is going to be awesome! You'll see."
Spike glanced at Buffy.
"Why are we here? I thought you wanted to pretend. This isn't going to help at all," Spike asked in a hushed whisper.
Buffy shot Wolfe a brief look of concern at Spike's words.
"I know, but Giles insisted," Buffy answered.
Spike scowled.
"You're serious? The Watcher insisted, I'm right surprised he did that! I mean hell I am evil Slayer. Evil and I could easily snap your neck and drain you dry! It would be so easy to reach over and bury my fangs in -"
"I can hear you both you know," Wolfe said as he pulled into the back of the museum.
His parents shot him twin looks of guilt.
"Then I should be askin' you then. Why are we here? I thought you said we couldn't go out, yet here we are," Spike asked as he followed the Slayer out of the car.
"Well it's-I did a slight cloaking spell, sorta like the one around our house. I'm talking but no one can see you so go on in and explore. I'll be in the upstairs office," Wolfe instructed as he left them in the empty lobby.
Buffy and Spike glanced at each other.
"We shouldn't do this," Buffy said.
"You're right. I mean if we're just having problems dealin' with the fact we have a son, how are we going to handle seeing it all spelt out nice like? We're pretending remember?"
Buffy nodded slightly.
They turned together towards the stairs Wolfe had taken.
As they moved, the doors to the museum were thrown open and a swarm of people swept in.
"Spread out. Look everywhere and we want them unharmed. Travers says he wants both of them. Unharmed," the leader ordered as he started barking out orders.
Buffy looked at the regular looking people who were obviously more than that, watched as they all pulled out some device and took off in all directions. Obviously they were looking for someone and she wondered if maybe some one had escaped and-
"We need to get outta here," Spike's strained voice broke through her thoughts. He gripped her elbow and began to edge up the stairs.
"Why?" Buffy asked still staring at the group that had stayed behind in the lobby.
"Slayer...." Spike hissed as he hurried his pace dragging her behind him.
"Maybe they need help Spike! I'm the Slayer I help people," she huffed as she jerked out of his grip and spun around.
Spike glared after her and then shrugged. What did he care if she was caught? He wanted nothing to do with those wankers down stairs. Shaking his head, he jogged the rest of the way up the stairs and hurried down the hall looking for the boy.
"Wolfe?" he called the frantic feeling he'd had at the sight of those people increasing by the second as he turned on his heel. He had better watch her back, he thought. After all, they couldn't get home if she was discovered and something happened to her could they?
"Hey...let go of me," he heard the Slayer's voice raised loudly in anger and he charged the rest of the way down the stairs. His eyes widened as he took in the scene before him.
Buffy was covered by a hoard of humans that struggled with her invisible form and she wasn't doing too well. Her need to not hurt them, keeping her from using her strength as she would, had they been demons.
Spike's eyes widened as the leader fisted his hands together and clubbed Buffy over the head. She slumped unconscious with a moan of pain. Anger surged through him and with a roar of pure fury, he pounced.
He had no problem with the fact they were human. He tore into them like a tornado through a trailer park. People went flying in all directions as he strove to get to Buffy as the leader hefted her invisible form.
"Do the spell," he yelled as he moved as fast as he could towards to the doors.
The swoosh of air caught his attention right before a body landed nimbly on its feet in front of him. Wolfe grinned dangerously as he straightened.
"I think you have something that belongs to me," he said before he reached out and with a speed unseeable took Buffy from the man and handed her off to Spike as he came up beside them.
The leader came out of his shock at Wolfe's abilities enough to give the signal to converge to the middle of the room.
"Take her and get out of here," Wolfe ordered.
Spike didn't move an inch.
"I don't think so boy," he growled as he hugged Buffy closer to him.
"Get out of here! I can handle myself," Wolfe said again as he shot Spike a look of pure anticipation to the coming fight. "Remember I'm both of you. Combined."
Spike was torn, he wanted to stay for a spot of violence, see his son in action and have a regular ball, but then he looked down at Buffy and he made his decision.
"Stay safe," he ordered as he moved away at a run.
"You can bet on it," Wolfe called after him.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Spike ran as fast as he could through the museum. He wished the Slayer would wake up and they could go help Wolfe but she remained dead to the world and he was trying to find a place to stash her so he could help their son.
He ran past an open door to the right of him he knew humans were in because he could hear their heartbeats and was glad for the cloaking spell as he rounded he corner.
Right into the waiting arms of a good twenty of the people that had separated into groups to look for them, he suspected. He carefully made his way through the mass. He was almost past when an excited voice called out.
"There they are! Get em!!!!!!!!"
Spike threw a glance over his shoulder and had his heart been beating it would have stopped. They were coming at him. He glanced at the Slayer then debated the wise ness of running; they were all over the place. Like roaches they were. What to do? He couldn't leave the Slayer alone unable to defend herself and he couldn't fight with her in his arms. What to do?
The answer was solved for him as Buffy opened her eyes and groaned a little.
"Slayer we've got company and it aint the visitin' kind. You up for a bit of a fight?" he asked as he looked down into her eyes.
She nodded and grimaced as pain erupted in her head. Spike sat her on her feet and they faced the on coming mob.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Wolfe threw one last punch before he surveyed the remaining few who had yet to feel his fury.
"Come on boys. Let's have a go of it. Fancy a beatin'?" he asked with a wide smirk as he advanced.
The men's radios went off and a message was relayed. The men glanced at one another before one-stepped forward and the others retreated.
"What was that? Where're ya goin? What's going on," Wolfe demanded as he reached out and grabbed the man by the throat and shook him with enough force to rattle his brain.
"We got what we came for," the man choked out and Wolfe dropped him as if he'd been burnt. Heart pounding he spun and ran in the direction he'd seen Spike take off in.
All he could think of was God no.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Yes?"
"It's done sir. I think you will be quite pleased. We'll bring them up."
Quentin Travers hung up the phone and sat back in anticipation.
He smirked as he thought of his grandson. Fool me will you? he thought gleefully. Humph!! Sky divers, impersonators his arse!!! Something was going on over at the Hill and he was pretty damn sure he now had a large clue as to what it was.
He noted that he should personally thank the useless lot he had watching the Hill. They'd detected the two-cloaked forms with that Winthrop boy as soon as he left the premises. Not very clever at all, he mused. But then that was what you got when you mixed blood he thought in disgust. Hybrids weren't known for their intelligence he thought in vengeful delight. He'd have them right where he wanted them.
His study door opened and in marched his head of security Michael Bart and his second in command. In their arms was the last thing he expected to see.
"My God," he gasped out as Henry helped him to his feet.
"The Winthrop boy had these two cloaked sir. Quite odd how they look exactly like his parents," Michael stated as he lowered Buffy onto the couch Spike followed.
Quentin pictured the five falling form the sky and he felt his heart begin to pound an irregular beat. Good Lord!!!!!
"That's because they are his parents," he whispered.
He gazed at the two people who had ruined him, had created the boy who had turned his own flesh against him and a smile of pure evil crossed his features. Now they would pay.