Title: Bye bye baby
Author: Lady fire heart
Disclaimer: This belongs to the almighty god Joss. I wish I had created it. But I didn't. Another one of those things I was too stupid to create. I am just one of the shows adoring floozies.
Thanks to:
RoseAnn for the beginning.
and all my e friends for reading.
And all my in town friends for making me laugh.
Also a big thanks to Mrs. Jane Grady. You introduced me to books and writing. I think you will always be the best teacher I had.
I am going short on the thanks now. My beta reader complained a lot about it saying it was longer than some of my chapters.
BTW thank you Michelle Gates (my beta reader person lol) for reading and complaining so I can strive to be better.
IF YOU WANT TO BE ON THE MAILING LIST WHICH ALERTS YOU WHEN I ADD A CHAPTER PLEASE WRITE ME AT Madison@fastchart.com.
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Joyce gasped and moved away as the man stood and looked down at her. "Just who in the bloody hell are you?" he growled. Joyce gulped. "I…I… I'm Joyce. Your daughter." She whispered.
Spike sneered. "MY daughter is not even a month old." He hissed. Joyce shivered. "Listen I don't know. I think someone hid you so that you were someone different." She answered. Spike sighed and held his head. "I wasn't a bloody wanker was I?" he asked. Joyce thought for a minute before giving up. "What is a wanker?" she asked. Spike shook his head. "The last thing I remember is Buffy. Rack was hurting her. She screamed and then all went black. Then bang I'm here." Joyce looked back at Michael who was staying as far away as possible. "Who's Buffy?" she whispered.
Spike dropped his hand from his face and stared at the little girl. "I thought you said you were my daughter." He said gruffly. "I am your daughter. But I have never heard of someone named Buffy. Well once I did in a dream but that was only a dream." Spike leaned down and picked up a picture off the floor. "This is Buffy." He whispered as he showed Joyce the photo. Joyce shook her head. "No. That's Anne." She answered.
"I think I know Buffy when I see her."
"Hey I lived with Anne for 12 years. I know her when I see her."
"It's buffy."
"Anne."
"BUFFY!"
"ANNE!"
Spike stopped quickly. "You are definitely Buffy's daughter. You wont let me have a bloody word without a argument." Joyce glared. "I don't know any buffy." She said angrily.
A mist flew into the room between Joyce and Spike. Joyce gasped as it faded and a blond haired woman was standing in its place. "Well. I hear vengeance and oh my god not you." She said as she looked at Spike. "What are you mad about NOW?" she asked with a more than slightly annoyed tone. Spike rolled his eyes.
"Anya please calm down." He whispered. Joyce looked at Anya. "How did you appear like that?" she asked. Anya smiled. "Why magic of course." Joyce shook her head. "There's no such thing as magic." She answered. Anya smiled and ruffled Joyce's hair. "You are just so adorable." Joyce pushed Anya's hand away. "I am not adorable and stop talking down to me." She said angrily.
Anya looked to Spike. "Who exactly is this girl?" she asked. Spike shrugged. "She says she's Joyce. But my daughter is barely 3 weeks old." Anya stared at Spike. "Your kidding right? Maybe 12 years ago she was 3 weeks old. Where have you been?" Spike made a look of confusion towards Anya. "What do you mean? We went to Rack's and he tried to hurt Buffy. I was going to help but some knock out spell came in and everything went black. Then I was here." Anya shook her head. "No. You went to Rack and got knocked out while he did a spell that removed your power into two orbs. Buffy's in one and Spike WAS in the other one but you took yourself out and into your body again." Spike shook his head. "Then who was in my body for the past 12 years?" he asked.
Anya sighed heavily. "You were but you weren't. Your human self was there. He remembered you and thus could take care of everything. Meanwhile you the vampire were stuck in that orb so you have no memory of the past 12 years."
Spike crouched down in front of Joyce and stared at her. Joyce couldn't help but shiver a little as his hand traced the scar on her cheek. "Joyce?" he whispered. Joyce looked straight at him and saw herself reflected in the azure depths of his eyes. "Yes?' she asked softly. Spike smiled slowly. "You look so much like your mother." Joyce smiled a little. "Are you really my dad? Why is your name Spike and why did she say your vampire self??" Spike stood and looked down at her. "I'll explain that later." Anya smiled slowly. "Anyways are you going to need my help with the vengeance?" she asked. Spike and Joyce looked at Anya quickly. "What would I need vengeance for?" he asked. Anya sighed heavily. "Duh. Anne got kidnapped. You went to help her and Drusilla and Darla told you they would only give her back if you brought Spike there. So you left and came here where you got the orbs that had you and Buffy's powers. You grabbed yours and clicked the crack that pushed the powers and the vampire stuff back into your body. Unfortunately your body had forgotten the strength and kind of blacked out for a minute." She said in a matter of fact tone.
Spike held his head. "Anne is Buffy's human side right? And please tell me you didn't say Drusilla and Darla." he sighed. Anya nodded. "Yes. Remember? You both choose names that would be easy to remember and also Drusilla and Darla do have Anne"
Joyce stared at Spike. "Are you a real vampire?" she asked. Spike nodded slowly watching Joyce's reaction. Joyce bit her lip and stared at him. Her father was a monster. "Dad?" she asked softly. Spike took a breath. Was his own daughter going to hate him? Joyce hugged him tightly and looked back up at him.
"Help mom. Whether she's Buffy or Anne I don't care. Just help her." Spike smiled. "Pet… I will not rest until she is safe." Anya tapped Spike on the shoulder. "Spike I am going to go alert the witches so they can bring the memories of William back." Anya glared as Joyce interrupted her. "Witches? Witches are real?" she asked with a giddy voice. Anya nodded. "Yes their real. Your aunt willow and Tara are powerful ones at that. Now anyways. They'll give you all of the memories back. Now please go save Anne."
Spike nodded. "Where are they holding her?" Anya smiled and walked into the bedroom. "Joyce? Where's a notepad I can write the map onto?" she called. Joyce went into the doorway and pointed to the mahogany nightstand. "There's one." Anya smiled again. "Thank you. Now…" Anya picked up the notepad and slowly drew across it. "They took her to the empty warehouse at the end of the town beside the train station." She said aloud. Anya walked past Joyce and into the bathroom. "Joyce!! WE MIGHT HAVE A PROBLEM!!" Anya shouted. Joyce ran into the bathroom to find it her dad was not there. "Where is he?" she asked quickly.
"He's probably trying to save your mother."
"BUT he cant do that. Even with his vampire strength. Right?"
"Darla and Drusilla are strong but not as strong as Spike can be when he's mad."
"But what about if they both attack him at the same time?"
"Then he's doomed."
Joyce felt the hot tears filling her sight. She wiped them away as Anya looked over to the sink and her eyes went wide with horror. Joyce looked but saw nothing scary.
"But your father may have his own lady luck." She whispered slowly. Joyce looked again and gasped. The orb with Buffy's powers was gone…
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Darla sighed and leaned back in the wooden chair. "This is boring." She whispered. Anne gulped as Drusilla looked up from the floor and stood slowly. "Darla…" she whispered Darla sat up again and looked at Drusilla. "What?" she asked softly. Everyone in that room knew that the look on Drusilla's face meant she knew something big. Drusilla smiled evilly. "Our Spike's on the way back. He is coming."
TBC
Author: Lady fire heart
Disclaimer: This belongs to the almighty god Joss. I wish I had created it. But I didn't. Another one of those things I was too stupid to create. I am just one of the shows adoring floozies.
Thanks to:
RoseAnn for the beginning.
and all my e friends for reading.
And all my in town friends for making me laugh.
Also a big thanks to Mrs. Jane Grady. You introduced me to books and writing. I think you will always be the best teacher I had.
I am going short on the thanks now. My beta reader complained a lot about it saying it was longer than some of my chapters.
BTW thank you Michelle Gates (my beta reader person lol) for reading and complaining so I can strive to be better.
IF YOU WANT TO BE ON THE MAILING LIST WHICH ALERTS YOU WHEN I ADD A CHAPTER PLEASE WRITE ME AT Madison@fastchart.com.
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Joyce gasped and moved away as the man stood and looked down at her. "Just who in the bloody hell are you?" he growled. Joyce gulped. "I…I… I'm Joyce. Your daughter." She whispered.
Spike sneered. "MY daughter is not even a month old." He hissed. Joyce shivered. "Listen I don't know. I think someone hid you so that you were someone different." She answered. Spike sighed and held his head. "I wasn't a bloody wanker was I?" he asked. Joyce thought for a minute before giving up. "What is a wanker?" she asked. Spike shook his head. "The last thing I remember is Buffy. Rack was hurting her. She screamed and then all went black. Then bang I'm here." Joyce looked back at Michael who was staying as far away as possible. "Who's Buffy?" she whispered.
Spike dropped his hand from his face and stared at the little girl. "I thought you said you were my daughter." He said gruffly. "I am your daughter. But I have never heard of someone named Buffy. Well once I did in a dream but that was only a dream." Spike leaned down and picked up a picture off the floor. "This is Buffy." He whispered as he showed Joyce the photo. Joyce shook her head. "No. That's Anne." She answered.
"I think I know Buffy when I see her."
"Hey I lived with Anne for 12 years. I know her when I see her."
"It's buffy."
"Anne."
"BUFFY!"
"ANNE!"
Spike stopped quickly. "You are definitely Buffy's daughter. You wont let me have a bloody word without a argument." Joyce glared. "I don't know any buffy." She said angrily.
A mist flew into the room between Joyce and Spike. Joyce gasped as it faded and a blond haired woman was standing in its place. "Well. I hear vengeance and oh my god not you." She said as she looked at Spike. "What are you mad about NOW?" she asked with a more than slightly annoyed tone. Spike rolled his eyes.
"Anya please calm down." He whispered. Joyce looked at Anya. "How did you appear like that?" she asked. Anya smiled. "Why magic of course." Joyce shook her head. "There's no such thing as magic." She answered. Anya smiled and ruffled Joyce's hair. "You are just so adorable." Joyce pushed Anya's hand away. "I am not adorable and stop talking down to me." She said angrily.
Anya looked to Spike. "Who exactly is this girl?" she asked. Spike shrugged. "She says she's Joyce. But my daughter is barely 3 weeks old." Anya stared at Spike. "Your kidding right? Maybe 12 years ago she was 3 weeks old. Where have you been?" Spike made a look of confusion towards Anya. "What do you mean? We went to Rack's and he tried to hurt Buffy. I was going to help but some knock out spell came in and everything went black. Then I was here." Anya shook her head. "No. You went to Rack and got knocked out while he did a spell that removed your power into two orbs. Buffy's in one and Spike WAS in the other one but you took yourself out and into your body again." Spike shook his head. "Then who was in my body for the past 12 years?" he asked.
Anya sighed heavily. "You were but you weren't. Your human self was there. He remembered you and thus could take care of everything. Meanwhile you the vampire were stuck in that orb so you have no memory of the past 12 years."
Spike crouched down in front of Joyce and stared at her. Joyce couldn't help but shiver a little as his hand traced the scar on her cheek. "Joyce?" he whispered. Joyce looked straight at him and saw herself reflected in the azure depths of his eyes. "Yes?' she asked softly. Spike smiled slowly. "You look so much like your mother." Joyce smiled a little. "Are you really my dad? Why is your name Spike and why did she say your vampire self??" Spike stood and looked down at her. "I'll explain that later." Anya smiled slowly. "Anyways are you going to need my help with the vengeance?" she asked. Spike and Joyce looked at Anya quickly. "What would I need vengeance for?" he asked. Anya sighed heavily. "Duh. Anne got kidnapped. You went to help her and Drusilla and Darla told you they would only give her back if you brought Spike there. So you left and came here where you got the orbs that had you and Buffy's powers. You grabbed yours and clicked the crack that pushed the powers and the vampire stuff back into your body. Unfortunately your body had forgotten the strength and kind of blacked out for a minute." She said in a matter of fact tone.
Spike held his head. "Anne is Buffy's human side right? And please tell me you didn't say Drusilla and Darla." he sighed. Anya nodded. "Yes. Remember? You both choose names that would be easy to remember and also Drusilla and Darla do have Anne"
Joyce stared at Spike. "Are you a real vampire?" she asked. Spike nodded slowly watching Joyce's reaction. Joyce bit her lip and stared at him. Her father was a monster. "Dad?" she asked softly. Spike took a breath. Was his own daughter going to hate him? Joyce hugged him tightly and looked back up at him.
"Help mom. Whether she's Buffy or Anne I don't care. Just help her." Spike smiled. "Pet… I will not rest until she is safe." Anya tapped Spike on the shoulder. "Spike I am going to go alert the witches so they can bring the memories of William back." Anya glared as Joyce interrupted her. "Witches? Witches are real?" she asked with a giddy voice. Anya nodded. "Yes their real. Your aunt willow and Tara are powerful ones at that. Now anyways. They'll give you all of the memories back. Now please go save Anne."
Spike nodded. "Where are they holding her?" Anya smiled and walked into the bedroom. "Joyce? Where's a notepad I can write the map onto?" she called. Joyce went into the doorway and pointed to the mahogany nightstand. "There's one." Anya smiled again. "Thank you. Now…" Anya picked up the notepad and slowly drew across it. "They took her to the empty warehouse at the end of the town beside the train station." She said aloud. Anya walked past Joyce and into the bathroom. "Joyce!! WE MIGHT HAVE A PROBLEM!!" Anya shouted. Joyce ran into the bathroom to find it her dad was not there. "Where is he?" she asked quickly.
"He's probably trying to save your mother."
"BUT he cant do that. Even with his vampire strength. Right?"
"Darla and Drusilla are strong but not as strong as Spike can be when he's mad."
"But what about if they both attack him at the same time?"
"Then he's doomed."
Joyce felt the hot tears filling her sight. She wiped them away as Anya looked over to the sink and her eyes went wide with horror. Joyce looked but saw nothing scary.
"But your father may have his own lady luck." She whispered slowly. Joyce looked again and gasped. The orb with Buffy's powers was gone…
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Darla sighed and leaned back in the wooden chair. "This is boring." She whispered. Anne gulped as Drusilla looked up from the floor and stood slowly. "Darla…" she whispered Darla sat up again and looked at Drusilla. "What?" she asked softly. Everyone in that room knew that the look on Drusilla's face meant she knew something big. Drusilla smiled evilly. "Our Spike's on the way back. He is coming."
TBC