Q & A #52
"You can't sleep, can you?"
"I'm a vampire. It's the middle of the night." Spike rolled onto his side and looked at his wife. "What's your excuse?"
She stared up at the ceiling. "I think you know."
"Of course I know." He took her hand and held it tight. "Why did you ask her to stay?"
"How could I ask her to leave? After what she told me?" She lay her other hand on top of his, holding to her chest. "Thanks for putting up the crib."
"Had to do it eventually." His eyes narrowed. "You don't trust her though, do you?"
"Not in the least."
"Good," he smiled. "I was afraid you were goin' soft on me, Slayer."
"Me?" she chuckled. "Buffy the bitch? I think not." She snuggled next to him. "Tomorrow, we get them to a shelter, and she can deal. I'd like to help more, but it's just too dangerous. Having them here. Not with ..."
"Not with Riley Finn, Initiative's darling, looking for them." He sighed. "You think it's a setup? Think she's called him?"
"No. I don't think he's made the connection about Meredith. I think she's probably telling the truth."
"And if she's not?" He raised his left eyebrow.
"Then we'll just have to kill them."
"That's my girl." He lay his hand on her belly. "Life's complicated, innit?"
"When wasn't it?" She looked up at him, concern in her eyes. "What if they're something wrong with the baby? What if ... what if it has gummy little vamp teeth, and baby wrinklies?"
"Sounds right handsome." He kissed her. "The baby will be fine. We'll be fine."
"Did you hear something?" She looked at him, but he shook his head. "I'm on edge. That's all. What do you think they're talking about in there? Talking with their minds. I bet they are."
"Erin's eleven month's old, love. Doubt she's much of a conversationalist."
The bedroom door creaked open. "Mommy? Daddy? You awake?"
"We're awake, pet. Worried? Want to climb in?"
"Nope." The child stayed at the door. "Erin's thirsty. She wants her bottle."
"Oh," Buffy said, pushing herself out of the bed. "Sorry. I didn't hear her cry."
"She didn't." Meredith opened the door wider, as her mother stepped into the hall. "She told me."
"Don't tell Auntie Sam that. Please, sweetheart." She headed towards the stairs. "I'll get her a bottle out of the fridge."
Meredith turned towards her room. "Okay."
"You can't sleep, can you?"
"I'm a vampire. It's the middle of the night." Spike rolled onto his side and looked at his wife. "What's your excuse?"
She stared up at the ceiling. "I think you know."
"Of course I know." He took her hand and held it tight. "Why did you ask her to stay?"
"How could I ask her to leave? After what she told me?" She lay her other hand on top of his, holding to her chest. "Thanks for putting up the crib."
"Had to do it eventually." His eyes narrowed. "You don't trust her though, do you?"
"Not in the least."
"Good," he smiled. "I was afraid you were goin' soft on me, Slayer."
"Me?" she chuckled. "Buffy the bitch? I think not." She snuggled next to him. "Tomorrow, we get them to a shelter, and she can deal. I'd like to help more, but it's just too dangerous. Having them here. Not with ..."
"Not with Riley Finn, Initiative's darling, looking for them." He sighed. "You think it's a setup? Think she's called him?"
"No. I don't think he's made the connection about Meredith. I think she's probably telling the truth."
"And if she's not?" He raised his left eyebrow.
"Then we'll just have to kill them."
"That's my girl." He lay his hand on her belly. "Life's complicated, innit?"
"When wasn't it?" She looked up at him, concern in her eyes. "What if they're something wrong with the baby? What if ... what if it has gummy little vamp teeth, and baby wrinklies?"
"Sounds right handsome." He kissed her. "The baby will be fine. We'll be fine."
"Did you hear something?" She looked at him, but he shook his head. "I'm on edge. That's all. What do you think they're talking about in there? Talking with their minds. I bet they are."
"Erin's eleven month's old, love. Doubt she's much of a conversationalist."
The bedroom door creaked open. "Mommy? Daddy? You awake?"
"We're awake, pet. Worried? Want to climb in?"
"Nope." The child stayed at the door. "Erin's thirsty. She wants her bottle."
"Oh," Buffy said, pushing herself out of the bed. "Sorry. I didn't hear her cry."
"She didn't." Meredith opened the door wider, as her mother stepped into the hall. "She told me."
"Don't tell Auntie Sam that. Please, sweetheart." She headed towards the stairs. "I'll get her a bottle out of the fridge."
Meredith turned towards her room. "Okay."