Author: Taz
Title: 'My Daddy Says...' - What's A Nancy...?
Summary: One evening at home with the O'Connor's...
Author's Notes: I never liked Dawn. You will notice in this chapter that I have conveniently written her out of the whole thing. She has ceased to exist. And that, my friends, is the way I like it =0)
Disclaimer: Once again, I own no one but the little guy.
"Evening little guy! How was school?" Angel asked his son jovially, ruffling the child's dark hair.
"Ms Horner yelled at me," his son replied sullenly, staring down angrily at the broccoli on his plate as though it alone was responsible for all the troubles held by the five-year-old son of a vampire and a slayer.
"Why's that then?" Angel asked, sitting down at the dinner table and smiling encouragingly at his son.
"She yelled at him," Buffy informed her husband from the kitchen. "Because he once again repeated something your foul-mouth childe told him."
"Which was...?"
"That you're a," she paused at the doorway to theatrically clear her throat. "Bad-ass vampire."
"Uncle Spike never said that, no siree," Colm quietly informed his glass of milk. "He said dad used to be a bad-ass vampire but now he's a Nancy."
"Colm!" Buffy chastised her son. "Don't talk about your father that way!"
"What is a Nancy anyway?" Colm asked innocently.
"Someone that wears too much hair gel and moons around after blonde slayers, Nibblet," previously lamented blond vampire stated, entering the room and sitting down on the couch.
"Why hello Spike, how good of you to drop by and insult me, what with my son being present and all," Angel bristled.
"Any time, Angel mate, any time."
Buffy quickly stepped between the two vampires as she saw Angel reaching subtly for the nearest candlestick.
"Okay, one mug for you," she placed a steaming mug in Angel's hands, bending to brush a kiss to his brow before turning to Spike and handing him an identical mug... well identical save for the fact that Angel's had been decorated by Colm over a year ago and so was covered in technicolour streaks and splodges that supposedly resembled everyone that he lived with (namely himself, his mother and father, his Uncle Spike recognisable only by the yellow blob that made up his head and his Uncle Wesley).
The male vampires continued to stare each other out as they drank until Colm's sweet, high voice interrupted them.
"So if dad's a Nancy boy," Angel growled. "What are you Uncle Spike 'cause you wear hair gel?"
"Ah yes Nibblet, the important factor here is I don't moon after blonde slayers-"
"You used to," Buffy interjected with a cruel smile, feeling an urge to defend her husband.
"Yes but-"
"And you don't bite people," Colm pointed out.
"Well, you see-"
"AND you have a soul," Angel put in.
"But-"
"AND you watch 'Days of Our Lives'," Buffy
"That is a good show-"
"AND you read me fairytales and act them out," Colm informed them.
"He does?" Buffy and Angel chorused in unison before collapsing into fits of giggles.
"OK, I admit it," Spike huffed, draining the last of his supper. "I'm Slayer/Nancy/Nibblet whipped. I do whatever I'm told but it puts a bloody roof over my head."
"We're sorry Spike," Buffy gave him a brief hug.
He 'harrumphed and turned away.
"We didn't mean to upset you, buddy," Angel offered.
Spike simply stared blankly at the wall.
"Sorry Uncle Spike," Colm offered, hugging the bleach blonde's leg.
"Ah Nibblet," Spike muttered gruffly, knowing if he could he would be blushing. "Get away with ya."
As Colm yawned sleepily, Angel scooped him up easily in his arms. Turning to his childe and wife he rubbed his son's back affectionately as he spoke in his low, confident voice.
"I'll take him up and put him to bed, okay?"
"Sure," Buffy responded, brushing a kiss to her sons' brow. "Night sweetheart."
"Night mommy, night Uncle Spike."
"Night Nibblet," came the reply from the lounge where Spike was already comfortably settled watching some soap opera or other.
As the two could be heard climbing the stairs, Buffy heard her son speak to his father.
"Daddy..."
"Yes, son?"
"What's a poof?"
"Well, uh... you see..."