Wrong Assumptions As Spike began to pace fervently around the room, hitting things out of his way, the adults all stood up, as if afraid of what he might do. Xander pulled the kids behind him. Tara and Willow shared a quick look, both wondering if Spike could handle this trip. Tara looked at the vampire thoughtfully, something suddenly occurring to her. *Willow* Tara spoke to the other witch in her thoughts, a practice they had perfected over the years. *Yeah?* Willow responded. *I don't think it's the time travel that has Spike upset. I think it's something different* Tara began. *Like what, sweetie?* Willow asked. *Well, from what the kids said, they took him shortly after our little musical time, um, after, well, the large scale memory erasing* Willow shifted a little uncomfortably at this reference. It had taken her a long time to earn back Tara's trust, everyone's trust, after that. Tara continued *We know now that Buffy and him had just started to get together then, but he doesn't think they have any chance. So, he comes here, sees that Buffy has a daughter, knowing that vampires normally can't have children, and he* Willow cut in *He assumes that Buffy has moved on from him. Of course. That added with the fact that he isn't here with us makes him think he's been taken out of her life. He's not mad, he's hurting* Tara smiled *Exactly baby* "Spike," Willow stepped towards him, speaking softly, "You need to sit down and here the rest of this." Spike stopped pacing, turning towards the witch. "Yeah Red?" he smiled grimly, "And what if I don't?" Willow wasn't phased at all. "Then I'll make you sit down, but it wouldn't be as pleasant for you." Spike raised an eyebrow at her calm threat, started to say a rude response, then looked at her face and thought better of it. Willow might not be the Slayer, but she had a very scary resolved face. Spike sat down. "Alright then. Talk." The rest of the room eased back into their chairs, Rosie crawling into Tara's lap, Alex sitting on the floor at Xander's feet, and Kat sitting in Buffy's chair, since the Slayer alone remained standing. *Buffy* Willow spoke into her friend's mind. Buffy, used to this over time, looked at Willow without responding. *He needs to know. Not all of it, but the essentials about Kat and the reason she brought him here* the witch said this quietly, knowing Buffy didn't want to tell. Buffy sighed, nodded again, and began. "Spike," he looked up at her, pain and mistrust evident in his face. She flinched from the hurt she saw there. "Kat is my daughter." This time it was Spike who flinched. He looked down, not wanting to meet Buffy's eyes. "She's also your daughter." Spike's head shot up. "What?" he asked in disbelief. Buffy down Kat, who had come to stand beside her. The little girl smiled at her mother, then shifted her gaze to smile at her father. "Hi Daddy." Spike looked first at his daughter, then her mother, before fainting in his chair.