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Spoilers: standard 'through season 6' - after 'Older and Far Away', this is an Alternate Universe. Later on, I'll parallel the show, like Xander and Anya's wedding, but no actual spoilers.
Summary: Giles arrives! He finds out about Buffy's 'condition'.
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Buffy glared at the man standing between her and the door. "Move, or you'll be able to fit in a snack bag!"
Spike merely raised a scarred eyebrow skeptically. "And yet, I'm not moving."
Buffy narrowed her eyes more. She was stopped from doing or saying anything else by a knock on the door. After giving Buffy a glare of his own, Spike uncrossed his arms and opened the door. Buffy gasped. "Giles?"
Giles shifted on his feet and offered a tentative smile. "Yes, hello."
Buffy frowned. "What are you doing here?"
Spike rolled his eyes. "Come in, Giles," he said exaggeratedly, "before something eats you."
Giles looked somewhat surprised at that, but did step inside the house, letting Spike close the door behind him. "W-Willow called me."
Buffy pursed her lips. "Let me guess. Willow called you up and said, 'Oh, Giles help! Buffy's gone insane and I don't know what to do!'"
Giles frowned, shaking his head. "N-no, actually, she called and said that you uh, that you were going through some sort of, of changes. And that you might, uh, appreciate my. . . presence. . ." he trailed off uncertainly at her silence.
Buffy sighed, realizing she was being hard on the wrong person. She smiled softly and stepped forward, wrapping her arms around him in a tentative hug, which Giles gladly returned. "I am glad you came," she said softly. "I guess I won't kill Willow for calling you." She pulled back and smiled at him, then went to sit on the stairs. "So, she told you I was going through some 'changes', huh? What kind of changes?"
"Well, she simply said it had something to do with the Hellmouth, but never mentioned anything specific. Actually, she mentioned life-altering, but, uh ... 'not necessarily in a bad way.' And, she mentioned . . . Spike." Giles glanced furtively at the vampire in question, who was leaning against the doorway that led into the living room. Spike arched an eyebrow at him, but remained silent.
"Well . . ." Buffy sighed. Giles was the closest thing to a father, now the only parent she had around, and she didn't want him to be disappointed in her, in the choices she'd made. ((But that's why he left,)) she thought, ((so that you wouldn't keep turning to him for approval.)) Taking a fortifying breath, she stated simply, "I'm pregnant."
Giles' eyebrows rose slightly, and he glanced down. He finally cleared his throat and glanced in Spike's direction before asking, "Who, ah -- wh-who is the . . . the father?" He turned in surprise when Spike snorted. "That's what I said when she told me."
Buffy rolled her eyes at Spike's comment, but nodded at Giles' questioning look. "Yeah, and like I told him - there's only been the one guy I've been with since being dead, and that's Spike. Ergo - Spike's the father." She shrugged. "Which is why we're thinking 'Hellmouth'. Or the Nerd Trio." Giles frowned and shook his head. "The Nerd Trio?"
"Oh." Buffy realized that Giles hadn't been around since before finding out about the three boys. "Um, you know that weird stuff that happened to me a while ago? The demon at Xander's construction site, and the never-ending day at the Magic Box with the Mummy hand? Well, it turns out it was these three guys, Warren - you know, the robot girlfriend - Andrew - his brother Tucker is the guy with the hellhounds - and Jonathon! They think they're my nemeses! Mostly, they're just morons."
Spike frowned, thinking of the Nerds. "They know about my chip." He met Buffy's eyes when she and Giles looked at him. "What? They know you can't hurt humans?" Spike shook his head. "No, no. When I thought it was goin' wonky - 'cause I hit you - I had Warren check it out. But I didn't tell him what it was for."
Dawn walked in then from the kitchen, munching on a cookie. She grinned when she saw Giles. "Hey, Mr. Giles! Didja hear? Buffy's pregnant! You … did know, right?" she asked uncertainly, realizing Buffy might not have gotten around to telling him yet.
Giles smiled at Dawn and nodded. Beside him, Spike pulled out a cigarette and his lighter.
"Spike!" Dawn cried admonishingly. Spike looked up from where he had his head bent to light his cigarette. "What?" he asked around the still-unlit stick. Dawn glared at him. "What do you mean, 'what'? I told you, smoking is bad for the baby!"
"I won't let 'im have one then!" Spike retorted. Dawn planted her hands on her hips and just glared at him. Spike gave a long-suffering sigh. "Ya know, I can't hurt you lot anymore, the only thing I have left is the hope my smoking'll give someone cancer!" Neither Dawn nor Buffy batted an eye at his protest, showing how often he made it. Spike shouldered past Giles to the door. He was only allowed to smoke outdoors now, and never around Buffy. ((At least before, I had some bloody freedom)) he thought, knowing the entire time that he didn't care. He'd take Buffy over freedom any day. Shutting the door as he stepped onto the porch, the thought dawned on him, ((I am so whipped.))
Spoilers: standard 'through season 6' - after 'Older and Far Away', this is an Alternate Universe. Later on, I'll parallel the show, like Xander and Anya's wedding, but no actual spoilers.
Summary: Giles arrives! He finds out about Buffy's 'condition'.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Buffy glared at the man standing between her and the door. "Move, or you'll be able to fit in a snack bag!"
Spike merely raised a scarred eyebrow skeptically. "And yet, I'm not moving."
Buffy narrowed her eyes more. She was stopped from doing or saying anything else by a knock on the door. After giving Buffy a glare of his own, Spike uncrossed his arms and opened the door. Buffy gasped. "Giles?"
Giles shifted on his feet and offered a tentative smile. "Yes, hello."
Buffy frowned. "What are you doing here?"
Spike rolled his eyes. "Come in, Giles," he said exaggeratedly, "before something eats you."
Giles looked somewhat surprised at that, but did step inside the house, letting Spike close the door behind him. "W-Willow called me."
Buffy pursed her lips. "Let me guess. Willow called you up and said, 'Oh, Giles help! Buffy's gone insane and I don't know what to do!'"
Giles frowned, shaking his head. "N-no, actually, she called and said that you uh, that you were going through some sort of, of changes. And that you might, uh, appreciate my. . . presence. . ." he trailed off uncertainly at her silence.
Buffy sighed, realizing she was being hard on the wrong person. She smiled softly and stepped forward, wrapping her arms around him in a tentative hug, which Giles gladly returned. "I am glad you came," she said softly. "I guess I won't kill Willow for calling you." She pulled back and smiled at him, then went to sit on the stairs. "So, she told you I was going through some 'changes', huh? What kind of changes?"
"Well, she simply said it had something to do with the Hellmouth, but never mentioned anything specific. Actually, she mentioned life-altering, but, uh ... 'not necessarily in a bad way.' And, she mentioned . . . Spike." Giles glanced furtively at the vampire in question, who was leaning against the doorway that led into the living room. Spike arched an eyebrow at him, but remained silent.
"Well . . ." Buffy sighed. Giles was the closest thing to a father, now the only parent she had around, and she didn't want him to be disappointed in her, in the choices she'd made. ((But that's why he left,)) she thought, ((so that you wouldn't keep turning to him for approval.)) Taking a fortifying breath, she stated simply, "I'm pregnant."
Giles' eyebrows rose slightly, and he glanced down. He finally cleared his throat and glanced in Spike's direction before asking, "Who, ah -- wh-who is the . . . the father?" He turned in surprise when Spike snorted. "That's what I said when she told me."
Buffy rolled her eyes at Spike's comment, but nodded at Giles' questioning look. "Yeah, and like I told him - there's only been the one guy I've been with since being dead, and that's Spike. Ergo - Spike's the father." She shrugged. "Which is why we're thinking 'Hellmouth'. Or the Nerd Trio." Giles frowned and shook his head. "The Nerd Trio?"
"Oh." Buffy realized that Giles hadn't been around since before finding out about the three boys. "Um, you know that weird stuff that happened to me a while ago? The demon at Xander's construction site, and the never-ending day at the Magic Box with the Mummy hand? Well, it turns out it was these three guys, Warren - you know, the robot girlfriend - Andrew - his brother Tucker is the guy with the hellhounds - and Jonathon! They think they're my nemeses! Mostly, they're just morons."
Spike frowned, thinking of the Nerds. "They know about my chip." He met Buffy's eyes when she and Giles looked at him. "What? They know you can't hurt humans?" Spike shook his head. "No, no. When I thought it was goin' wonky - 'cause I hit you - I had Warren check it out. But I didn't tell him what it was for."
Dawn walked in then from the kitchen, munching on a cookie. She grinned when she saw Giles. "Hey, Mr. Giles! Didja hear? Buffy's pregnant! You … did know, right?" she asked uncertainly, realizing Buffy might not have gotten around to telling him yet.
Giles smiled at Dawn and nodded. Beside him, Spike pulled out a cigarette and his lighter.
"Spike!" Dawn cried admonishingly. Spike looked up from where he had his head bent to light his cigarette. "What?" he asked around the still-unlit stick. Dawn glared at him. "What do you mean, 'what'? I told you, smoking is bad for the baby!"
"I won't let 'im have one then!" Spike retorted. Dawn planted her hands on her hips and just glared at him. Spike gave a long-suffering sigh. "Ya know, I can't hurt you lot anymore, the only thing I have left is the hope my smoking'll give someone cancer!" Neither Dawn nor Buffy batted an eye at his protest, showing how often he made it. Spike shouldered past Giles to the door. He was only allowed to smoke outdoors now, and never around Buffy. ((At least before, I had some bloody freedom)) he thought, knowing the entire time that he didn't care. He'd take Buffy over freedom any day. Shutting the door as he stepped onto the porch, the thought dawned on him, ((I am so whipped.))