Title: Just a Crush-Or is it Destiny?
Chapter: I forget, please don't kill me!
Author: SpikeslilSlayer, aka Emily })i({
Note: Spike never came in before, but in his place was Drusilla. If you don't read this you will be confused.
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Angel. If I did, I would be extremely rich. I am only writing this because I just found out I had to in case anyone wants to sue me. So you readers out there who don't care, then you can just skip this part.
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Spike and Buffy stood on the top of the stairs in front of the Hyperion. Spike knew they were just standing there because he sensed Buffy's nervousness. But he stood there with her, next to her.
"Well, Angel certainly has done well for himself, the scumbag," he said, looking up at the place, trying to make her feel better.
She smiled at him. "It's okay, Spike. You don't have to. And you don't have to come in."
He caught her hand in his, and looked at her endearingly. "That's okay. I want to."
Then Buffy stepped forward and knocked on the door. After a minute, she rang the bell. Then the door swung open, and a large green demon stood there.
"How do you do?" He questioned.
In one fluid motion, Buffy pulled a sword out of her back and pinned the demon against the door with it.
"Nice, Slayer," Spike said, impressed.
"Who are you and where's Angel?"
"Easy, Blondie, easy. I'm a good demon. Name's Lorne. I work for your pal Angel."
"Okay, so how do I know you're not lying?"
"Buffy!" Cordelia came out of the door and stared at Lorne. "Let him go! He's okay!"
Buffy relaxed, letting the sword drop to show Lorne she wasn't armed. "I'm sorry, um, Lorne. I just was surprised, that's all."
"No worries, Blondie. I am startling sometimes. So, Cordelia, you know this chick?"
"Yes, Lorne. This is Buffy, the Slayer."
"Nice to see you too, Cordelia," Buffy scoffed, and, grabbing her bags, walked into the hotel.
"Ohh, so this is the famous Slayer. Wow, I've really wanted to meet you. Do you mind if I get your autograph?"
Buffy stared at the demon. "Fine," Lorne sighed. "I'll take the other blonde up to his room. Are you two sharing?"
Buffy and Spike looked at each other. "Sure," Buffy said.
"Okey dokey."
Spike took Buffy's bags and his and followed Lorne upstairs. "Good God, Slayer, what have you got in here?"
When they were out of view, Cordelia turned to Buffy. "So the hunk knows about your freakishness?"
Buffy sighed. "Yeah, but he hasn't told me how he knows yet." At Cordelia's look, she said, "No, I didn't tell him."
"Anyway, Angel isn't here right now. He's out somewhere, I really don't know. So he called you to come help us with our Wolfram and Hart problem?"
"Yeah," Buffy said, distracted. "Um, about this son."
Cordelia suddenly turned sympathetic. "Oh, Buffy. I'm. I'm sorry. But it wasn't mine. It was-get this-it was Darla's."
"Darla's? But, Angel staked Darla in the warehouse."
"That's what Angel said. But W&H brought her back as a human, and Miss Drusilla vamped her. Then Angel and her got it on, and poof, baby Conner. Okay, then there was this prophecy where Angel would kill his son, so Wesley kidnapped him to prevent it, and W&H kidnapped Conner from Wesley. The leader jumped into a portal with the poor dear, and when the portal opened up, out came fifteen-year-old Conner. Holtz, that's the leader, had died in the dimension that they were in, and convinced him that he was his father and Angel was bad. Now Conner's running around, a lost boy, and Wolfram and Hart are after us all. So for the first time in my life I will willingly admit that we need your help Buffy. They'll never think we'd call in a Slayer. Speaking of which, what about Faith? Can we get her to help us?"
"Faith's in jail. The girl went crazy over revenge on me for killing the mayor."
"Oh. Too bad. Not that I doubt you." She said quickly.
Buffy smiled. "That's okay Cordy. I'll help. And so will Spike."
"Oh, that's the cutie. Man you're lucky. You always get the good ones."
They laughed for a little bit over old times, and then the door slammed open. In walked a tall boy who looked about fifteen or sixteen, but dressed messily and was dirty. His hair looked like it needed a good cutting.
"Where's Angelus?" He commanded roughly.
"Angelus?" Buffy looked a Cordelia worriedly.
"That's just what he calls him." She explained. Buffy nodded and turned back to the boy.
"He's out, Conner. But there is someone I want you to meet." Cordy indicated Buffy. "Buffy, this is Conner. Conner, Buffy. Conner, Buffy's the lady who's going to help us."
He scoffed. "Her? Please."
Just then Spike walked down the stairs. "I'd listen to your pal Cordelia, mate. Buffy's not one to brag, but she does a lot of damage. Don't you know who she is?"
"Who's that?" he asked Cordy, ignoring Spike.
Buffy walked over and stood next to Spike. "That's my boyfriend. You touch him, you die."
Conner walked over to Spike and poked him in the chest. "Whoops!"
"That's it!" Buffy took Conner's arm and flipped him backwards onto the ground. When he tried to pull her down with him she did a graceful flip, kicking his head on the way around.
"What are you?" He asked, out of breath and astonished.
Spike smirked. "That would be the Slayer, whelp."
"Buffy!" Cordelia went to Conner's side and touched his head. He jerked away, grumbling.
"I'm fine! So you're the Slayer? You look like some.pussycat!"
Buffy ominously and menacingly stood over him. "Do I fight like some pussycat?"
"N-no," he said, now a little scared.
"Ma'am," she corrected.
"No ma'am," Conner said respectfully, as Cordelia, amazed, looked on.
"Now get up," Buffy commanded, and he obliged. "Go upstairs to the bathroom, and wash up. Comb your hair, and change your clothes. If you don't have an extra pair of clothes, then I'm sure Spike can help you." She looked at Spike hopefully, and he nodded.
"Right then, come on mate. Better hurry before the bint gets mad and really whales ya'!"
"Hey!" Buffy said to Spike.
"I was only teasing!" He said quickly, and then continued up as she winked at him.
Conner scurried to follow the older man, afraid at the prospect of getting really whaled.
When they were gone, Cordelia turned to stare at Buffy, who still looked pissed off.
"Wow! You know, you're getting really scary. But you're the only one who Conner's ever listened to. He'd never listen or be afraid of me, Gunn, Fred, Lorne. even Angel."
"Someone mention my name?" Gunn walked in the room carrying a crossbow. Then he spotted Buffy. "Hellloo, ladies. Cordy, who's your friend?"
"This is Buffy, the Slayer. Buffy, this is Gunn. Gunn and Buffy are both taken, Gunn."
"Oh. Sorry. So, where's Conner? He's late."
"Buffy already sent him upstairs to clean up." Cordelia said proudly.
"Yeah, okay whatever. We're talking about Conner here."
Then Spike and Conner came downstairs. Conner looked completely different, cute almost, with neat hair, a washed face, and a clean change of clothes, even if they were a little big on him.
"I think I'm seeing things," Gunn said, astonished.
Conner grinned proudly. He went over and stood next to Buffy. "Thanks Buffy," he whispered in her ear. Buffy smiled softly and said, "Anything for Angel's son."
Conner moved back. "He's not my father. My father is dead."
"He is your father," Buffy insisted. "You look exactly like him, even act like him. Why don't you accept that? I mean, I'm going out with a vampire. And I won't deny it."
Everyone stared at her. "You knew?" Spike whispered.
"Yeah. I knew. I just wanted you to tell me. I still can't figure out how you get in the sunlight, though. But it's okay," she said at his worried look. "I understand why you didn't tell me. I just need to know. Do you really love me?"
"Of course," he said, and moved to her side. He hugged her. "I love you with all my heart."
"'Cuz I do too, love you, I mean." The couple hugged, the Cordelia spoke up.
"Jeez, this girl's got it bad for the vampires."
Conner looked up. "Huh? I don't get it. You're with him, and you knew he was a vampire, even when he didn't tell you, and you were with another one? Why?"
"I had a feeling Spike loved me for real, Conner. True love doesn't stop because people are different, even if they're supposed to me mortal enemies. And the other vampire. the other vampire was your father. It was Angel."
Conner could only stare at her. "Are you my mother?" he finally asked.
"No, sweetie," she said calmly, coming over to hug him. "I'm not. In some ways I wish I was." She looked at Spike and smiled. "But I know I have to move on. I can be like a mother to you though. Heck, I can even train you, if you want."
Conner grinned through unspilled tears. "Okay. But eventually I'm gonna kick your ass."
"In your dreams," she said, laughing, also close to tears.
Suddenly, a figure under a sheet ran through the door. He turned around and closed the door, then, still turned around, took off the sheet.
"Hey everybody, sorry I'm late. Nice to see you, Buff-" Angel stopped short as he saw his ex-girlfriend and (for once) clean son hugging and crying, also next to his childe, who was looking at Buffy in such a way that made the soled vampire want to rip his throat out.
"What's going on here?" he asked cautiously, walking slowly forward.
Cordelia got up and pulled Angel by the arm to the next room before he came out of his shock to do any damage. When they were safely in the next room, Cordy started to explain.
"Okay, where to start. It turns out that Conner is very responsive to Buffy. She even got him to clean up and change his clothes. Then he came back, and there was this whole emotional thing where he asked if she was his mother."
"Oh, God," Angel said. "What did she say?"
"She said no, but she could be like one to him, and even train him. Then we found out that Spike is a vampire, he was the blonde guy. Buffy admitted that she already knew, but wanted him to tell her because she knew he loved her like she loved him. It was really romantic," she sighed, thinking about it.
"Wait. Spike said-Spike and Buffy love each other? And she knew? She knew- whoa. This is wrong. I've gotta go beat him up." Angel got up and walked into the other room with Cordelia following, trying to talk him out of it.
Buffy had been sitting on the couch with Spike and Conner, all of them talking. Gunn had been asking Lorne how they could get the new couple from Sunnydale to sing.
"Okay, Spike, we're gonna do this the man's way."
Spike stood up and turned to Buffy. "Buffy, you know the whole me being a vampire thing?"
"Yeah?" she asked. Angel was amazed at how she didn't freak out.
"Well, Angel is my sire. There, you great poof. I said it. And she doesn't care."
"Of course I care!" Angel smirked at his childe.
"Angel, you turned Spike into a vampire!" Buffy was outraged.
"No, no! Well I did, but-"
"Dad, how could you! You have a soul!" Conner spoke up.
Angel stared at his son. "You called me dad."
Buffy's fist collided with his face. Angel flew backwards across the whole room, through the wall, and back ten more feet. Buffy shook out her wrist.
"That might've been my hardest punch ever," she complained. "But no one sires my boyfriend."
Conner and everyone else just stared at the Slayer. "I take back the pussycat comment," he said.
Angel got up painfully. "Nice one, Buff." He winced. "But I sired Spike about a hundred and twenty years ago!"
Buffy made a face. "Really?" she asked Spike. He nodded, smiling, enjoying watching his wanker of a sire get knocked around by a girl half his size and an eighth of his age.
"Oops. Angel, I am so, so sorry." She rushed forward with Gunn to help him to the couch.
"Good punch though. If I were Angelus, which I'm not, that would've definitely been a game point."
She winced. "Did I mention how sorry I was?"
Angel smiled bravely. "Don't worry about it. I was a jerk. You had every right to assume I'd gone bad, siring Spike. Buffy, I don't like you going out with him, but it's your life. Do what you want." He frowned possessively. "Except Spike. Don't do him, you know. Oh forget it."
Buffy laughed softly. Then she grabbed Angel's wrist, making Spike jump jealously, and looked at his watch. "Two hours until sunset." She looked at Angel. "What do we have to do?"
"Okay, let's talk tactics." Everyone crowded around to listen to the plan.
TBC.
Okay guys, here was your long chapter that I know you wanted. Don't worry, there'll be more soon. Just had a free day today and am updating both fics. ~Emily })i({
Author: SpikeslilSlayer, aka Emily })i({
Note: Spike never came in before, but in his place was Drusilla. If you don't read this you will be confused.
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Angel. If I did, I would be extremely rich. I am only writing this because I just found out I had to in case anyone wants to sue me. So you readers out there who don't care, then you can just skip this part.
~*~
Spike and Buffy stood on the top of the stairs in front of the Hyperion. Spike knew they were just standing there because he sensed Buffy's nervousness. But he stood there with her, next to her.
"Well, Angel certainly has done well for himself, the scumbag," he said, looking up at the place, trying to make her feel better.
She smiled at him. "It's okay, Spike. You don't have to. And you don't have to come in."
He caught her hand in his, and looked at her endearingly. "That's okay. I want to."
Then Buffy stepped forward and knocked on the door. After a minute, she rang the bell. Then the door swung open, and a large green demon stood there.
"How do you do?" He questioned.
In one fluid motion, Buffy pulled a sword out of her back and pinned the demon against the door with it.
"Nice, Slayer," Spike said, impressed.
"Who are you and where's Angel?"
"Easy, Blondie, easy. I'm a good demon. Name's Lorne. I work for your pal Angel."
"Okay, so how do I know you're not lying?"
"Buffy!" Cordelia came out of the door and stared at Lorne. "Let him go! He's okay!"
Buffy relaxed, letting the sword drop to show Lorne she wasn't armed. "I'm sorry, um, Lorne. I just was surprised, that's all."
"No worries, Blondie. I am startling sometimes. So, Cordelia, you know this chick?"
"Yes, Lorne. This is Buffy, the Slayer."
"Nice to see you too, Cordelia," Buffy scoffed, and, grabbing her bags, walked into the hotel.
"Ohh, so this is the famous Slayer. Wow, I've really wanted to meet you. Do you mind if I get your autograph?"
Buffy stared at the demon. "Fine," Lorne sighed. "I'll take the other blonde up to his room. Are you two sharing?"
Buffy and Spike looked at each other. "Sure," Buffy said.
"Okey dokey."
Spike took Buffy's bags and his and followed Lorne upstairs. "Good God, Slayer, what have you got in here?"
When they were out of view, Cordelia turned to Buffy. "So the hunk knows about your freakishness?"
Buffy sighed. "Yeah, but he hasn't told me how he knows yet." At Cordelia's look, she said, "No, I didn't tell him."
"Anyway, Angel isn't here right now. He's out somewhere, I really don't know. So he called you to come help us with our Wolfram and Hart problem?"
"Yeah," Buffy said, distracted. "Um, about this son."
Cordelia suddenly turned sympathetic. "Oh, Buffy. I'm. I'm sorry. But it wasn't mine. It was-get this-it was Darla's."
"Darla's? But, Angel staked Darla in the warehouse."
"That's what Angel said. But W&H brought her back as a human, and Miss Drusilla vamped her. Then Angel and her got it on, and poof, baby Conner. Okay, then there was this prophecy where Angel would kill his son, so Wesley kidnapped him to prevent it, and W&H kidnapped Conner from Wesley. The leader jumped into a portal with the poor dear, and when the portal opened up, out came fifteen-year-old Conner. Holtz, that's the leader, had died in the dimension that they were in, and convinced him that he was his father and Angel was bad. Now Conner's running around, a lost boy, and Wolfram and Hart are after us all. So for the first time in my life I will willingly admit that we need your help Buffy. They'll never think we'd call in a Slayer. Speaking of which, what about Faith? Can we get her to help us?"
"Faith's in jail. The girl went crazy over revenge on me for killing the mayor."
"Oh. Too bad. Not that I doubt you." She said quickly.
Buffy smiled. "That's okay Cordy. I'll help. And so will Spike."
"Oh, that's the cutie. Man you're lucky. You always get the good ones."
They laughed for a little bit over old times, and then the door slammed open. In walked a tall boy who looked about fifteen or sixteen, but dressed messily and was dirty. His hair looked like it needed a good cutting.
"Where's Angelus?" He commanded roughly.
"Angelus?" Buffy looked a Cordelia worriedly.
"That's just what he calls him." She explained. Buffy nodded and turned back to the boy.
"He's out, Conner. But there is someone I want you to meet." Cordy indicated Buffy. "Buffy, this is Conner. Conner, Buffy. Conner, Buffy's the lady who's going to help us."
He scoffed. "Her? Please."
Just then Spike walked down the stairs. "I'd listen to your pal Cordelia, mate. Buffy's not one to brag, but she does a lot of damage. Don't you know who she is?"
"Who's that?" he asked Cordy, ignoring Spike.
Buffy walked over and stood next to Spike. "That's my boyfriend. You touch him, you die."
Conner walked over to Spike and poked him in the chest. "Whoops!"
"That's it!" Buffy took Conner's arm and flipped him backwards onto the ground. When he tried to pull her down with him she did a graceful flip, kicking his head on the way around.
"What are you?" He asked, out of breath and astonished.
Spike smirked. "That would be the Slayer, whelp."
"Buffy!" Cordelia went to Conner's side and touched his head. He jerked away, grumbling.
"I'm fine! So you're the Slayer? You look like some.pussycat!"
Buffy ominously and menacingly stood over him. "Do I fight like some pussycat?"
"N-no," he said, now a little scared.
"Ma'am," she corrected.
"No ma'am," Conner said respectfully, as Cordelia, amazed, looked on.
"Now get up," Buffy commanded, and he obliged. "Go upstairs to the bathroom, and wash up. Comb your hair, and change your clothes. If you don't have an extra pair of clothes, then I'm sure Spike can help you." She looked at Spike hopefully, and he nodded.
"Right then, come on mate. Better hurry before the bint gets mad and really whales ya'!"
"Hey!" Buffy said to Spike.
"I was only teasing!" He said quickly, and then continued up as she winked at him.
Conner scurried to follow the older man, afraid at the prospect of getting really whaled.
When they were gone, Cordelia turned to stare at Buffy, who still looked pissed off.
"Wow! You know, you're getting really scary. But you're the only one who Conner's ever listened to. He'd never listen or be afraid of me, Gunn, Fred, Lorne. even Angel."
"Someone mention my name?" Gunn walked in the room carrying a crossbow. Then he spotted Buffy. "Hellloo, ladies. Cordy, who's your friend?"
"This is Buffy, the Slayer. Buffy, this is Gunn. Gunn and Buffy are both taken, Gunn."
"Oh. Sorry. So, where's Conner? He's late."
"Buffy already sent him upstairs to clean up." Cordelia said proudly.
"Yeah, okay whatever. We're talking about Conner here."
Then Spike and Conner came downstairs. Conner looked completely different, cute almost, with neat hair, a washed face, and a clean change of clothes, even if they were a little big on him.
"I think I'm seeing things," Gunn said, astonished.
Conner grinned proudly. He went over and stood next to Buffy. "Thanks Buffy," he whispered in her ear. Buffy smiled softly and said, "Anything for Angel's son."
Conner moved back. "He's not my father. My father is dead."
"He is your father," Buffy insisted. "You look exactly like him, even act like him. Why don't you accept that? I mean, I'm going out with a vampire. And I won't deny it."
Everyone stared at her. "You knew?" Spike whispered.
"Yeah. I knew. I just wanted you to tell me. I still can't figure out how you get in the sunlight, though. But it's okay," she said at his worried look. "I understand why you didn't tell me. I just need to know. Do you really love me?"
"Of course," he said, and moved to her side. He hugged her. "I love you with all my heart."
"'Cuz I do too, love you, I mean." The couple hugged, the Cordelia spoke up.
"Jeez, this girl's got it bad for the vampires."
Conner looked up. "Huh? I don't get it. You're with him, and you knew he was a vampire, even when he didn't tell you, and you were with another one? Why?"
"I had a feeling Spike loved me for real, Conner. True love doesn't stop because people are different, even if they're supposed to me mortal enemies. And the other vampire. the other vampire was your father. It was Angel."
Conner could only stare at her. "Are you my mother?" he finally asked.
"No, sweetie," she said calmly, coming over to hug him. "I'm not. In some ways I wish I was." She looked at Spike and smiled. "But I know I have to move on. I can be like a mother to you though. Heck, I can even train you, if you want."
Conner grinned through unspilled tears. "Okay. But eventually I'm gonna kick your ass."
"In your dreams," she said, laughing, also close to tears.
Suddenly, a figure under a sheet ran through the door. He turned around and closed the door, then, still turned around, took off the sheet.
"Hey everybody, sorry I'm late. Nice to see you, Buff-" Angel stopped short as he saw his ex-girlfriend and (for once) clean son hugging and crying, also next to his childe, who was looking at Buffy in such a way that made the soled vampire want to rip his throat out.
"What's going on here?" he asked cautiously, walking slowly forward.
Cordelia got up and pulled Angel by the arm to the next room before he came out of his shock to do any damage. When they were safely in the next room, Cordy started to explain.
"Okay, where to start. It turns out that Conner is very responsive to Buffy. She even got him to clean up and change his clothes. Then he came back, and there was this whole emotional thing where he asked if she was his mother."
"Oh, God," Angel said. "What did she say?"
"She said no, but she could be like one to him, and even train him. Then we found out that Spike is a vampire, he was the blonde guy. Buffy admitted that she already knew, but wanted him to tell her because she knew he loved her like she loved him. It was really romantic," she sighed, thinking about it.
"Wait. Spike said-Spike and Buffy love each other? And she knew? She knew- whoa. This is wrong. I've gotta go beat him up." Angel got up and walked into the other room with Cordelia following, trying to talk him out of it.
Buffy had been sitting on the couch with Spike and Conner, all of them talking. Gunn had been asking Lorne how they could get the new couple from Sunnydale to sing.
"Okay, Spike, we're gonna do this the man's way."
Spike stood up and turned to Buffy. "Buffy, you know the whole me being a vampire thing?"
"Yeah?" she asked. Angel was amazed at how she didn't freak out.
"Well, Angel is my sire. There, you great poof. I said it. And she doesn't care."
"Of course I care!" Angel smirked at his childe.
"Angel, you turned Spike into a vampire!" Buffy was outraged.
"No, no! Well I did, but-"
"Dad, how could you! You have a soul!" Conner spoke up.
Angel stared at his son. "You called me dad."
Buffy's fist collided with his face. Angel flew backwards across the whole room, through the wall, and back ten more feet. Buffy shook out her wrist.
"That might've been my hardest punch ever," she complained. "But no one sires my boyfriend."
Conner and everyone else just stared at the Slayer. "I take back the pussycat comment," he said.
Angel got up painfully. "Nice one, Buff." He winced. "But I sired Spike about a hundred and twenty years ago!"
Buffy made a face. "Really?" she asked Spike. He nodded, smiling, enjoying watching his wanker of a sire get knocked around by a girl half his size and an eighth of his age.
"Oops. Angel, I am so, so sorry." She rushed forward with Gunn to help him to the couch.
"Good punch though. If I were Angelus, which I'm not, that would've definitely been a game point."
She winced. "Did I mention how sorry I was?"
Angel smiled bravely. "Don't worry about it. I was a jerk. You had every right to assume I'd gone bad, siring Spike. Buffy, I don't like you going out with him, but it's your life. Do what you want." He frowned possessively. "Except Spike. Don't do him, you know. Oh forget it."
Buffy laughed softly. Then she grabbed Angel's wrist, making Spike jump jealously, and looked at his watch. "Two hours until sunset." She looked at Angel. "What do we have to do?"
"Okay, let's talk tactics." Everyone crowded around to listen to the plan.
TBC.
Okay guys, here was your long chapter that I know you wanted. Don't worry, there'll be more soon. Just had a free day today and am updating both fics. ~Emily })i({