Chapter 13
Girl Interrupted
Spike entered Giles's apartment, quietly whistling. The aforementioned was at his study table, pouring over one of his dusty tomes; so engrossed in the text; he totally missed the vampire's entrance.
Spike came to stand next to him, "Hello Giles, great evening,"
Giles's head snapped back "Oh God! Spike are you trying to kill me?" he said clutching his chest.
"Sorry, although I wouldn't mind a bit of killing though, slaying vamps is okay, but it's not exactly job satisfaction,"
Giles frowned at him.
"No bleedin' sense of humour, that's your problem; any way I want to ask you about something," said Spike.
"And what might that be?" asked Giles.
"Heard an interesting little conversation in the Summers's kitchen this evening,"
Giles removed his glasses and looked at Spike, "So you know then?"
"Yes, but as to the how and why, a little confused," he replied.
"Maybe a little explanation is in order," sighed Giles.
"I'd appreciate it mate; I'll go get the glasses and you can get that bottle of brandy you're hiding in that copy of "Demonology through the ages,"
Two hours and copious amounts of brandy later; Spike was fully informed about how the miracle had come to pass. He still had trouble taking it all in, he sat there, rubbing his forehead tiredly.
"So now you know; what are you going to do about it?" asked Giles.
"Nothing," Spike said.
"What do you mean nothing!" exploded Giles.
"Calm down, don't get your specs all steamed up, what I was trying to say was, that I am going to let Buffy come to me; told her this evening that I am not going anywhere, the ball is in court," said Spike smugly.
"Isn't that taking an enormous risk?" asked Giles.
"Nah, I know the silly bint loves me, but this loves bitch is taking a time out; besides I have plans," Spike replied.
"Nothing evil I hope?" said Giles.
"Chance would be a fine thing; actually I am planning a surprise for Buffy, of the good variety,"
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"So let me get this straight, Buffy bought a pendant and now she's pregnant?" asked Xander.
"You are forgetting all the sex, she had to have with Spike sweetie," smiled Anya.
"Thank you Anya, I think I get the picture," said Xander, rolling his eyes
"Buffy is very vulnerable right now, she needs her friends; Xander why don't you go and talk to her? I think she went upstairs because she was afraid of your reaction," said Joyce.
"Oh you mean because of my aversion to pale, dead guys?" he said sardonically.
"Xander! Just go and be a friend ok," scolded Willow.
"Guess I am out voted by all this women power," he said looking around the room.
Xander got up from his seat and made his way up the stairs, this was one conversation he wasn't looking forward to, a hormone-fuelled slayer. He'd rather face a nest of vamps any night. The others just didn't seem to understand that ever since a vamp had killed one of his best friends, Jesse; he'd lost all his warm and fuzzy feelings towards the undead. Buffy was his friend too, so he pushed his view on the subject aside, knocking on her bedroom door.
"Hey Buff, can I talk to you a moment," he asked
"What do you want?" came the voice from inside.
It sounded muffled, like she had been crying. Xander opened the door; Buffy was lying on her bed; she had face pressed into her pillows. Xander came to sit down on the bed, beside her. She looked so tiny, what was it about this girl; she was far stronger than all of them put together, but it made you want to hold her in your arms and sooth the pain away.
"Oh Xander, if you have come to give me a lecture on having a vampire for a husband and being pregnant; that's something I don't need right now,"
"Actually I came to ask if you had chosen the Godparents yet?" he smiled.
Buffy launched herself into his arms, "Thanks Xander, so we are ok then?" she asked, smiling through her tears.
"Still can't believe you are having the bleached evil one's child though," he said into her hair.
"Don't spoil it now," she said warningly.
"Ok" Xander said gently.
"I just don't know what to do about Spike, the longer time goes on the harder it seems to be," she said sadly.
"Do you love him?" asked Xander.
"I don't know, that's the problem, I know I don't hate him anymore; I have figured that much out,"
"As much as I dislike Spike, I keep hearing tales of how happy he's made you these past few months; that has to count for something Buffy,"
Buffy looked at Xander, wide eyed.
"Ok where is Xander and what have you done with him?" she giggled.
"I guess it's just my way of saying sorry; for giving you the third degree about being with him," he said apologetically.
"Already forgotten," She said, hugging him again.
"I could get used to this, oh but in the best friend kinda way," he blushed.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Spike walked nonchalantly through the graveyard, it was tiring all this new responsibility, patrolling, keeping down a job and trying to provide shelter for his prospective family. God, if Dru could see him now, she wouldn't stop cackling for weeks, but strangely it all seemed right to him somehow.
He had managed to keep away from Buffy for nearly a week now, Giles gave him a daily report of his wife anyway. He had spent a couple of evening standing outside her window, but he had tried to give her the space she needed. He was starting to feel a little frustrated sexually. Six months of doing it like rabbits, then bam! Nothing. Spike wondered if Buffy was feeling the same way, she had enjoyed the physical side of their relationship as much as he had, hadn't he read somewhere that pregnancy made you more horny?
Spike entered the crypt he'd decided to make into a home for them, as soon as Buffy came to her senses, that is. It looked very different from a week ago. Gone were the dead leaves and cobwebs. He had managed to liberate some very nice furniture from an abandoned house. Rugs littered the stone floor, giving it a homier feel; he just hoped she would like it. Spike descended to the lower level by means of a ladder he had installed after his unfortunate accident.
After a little exploration of this subterranean point, Spike had managed to tinker with the Sunnydale electricity supply that powered the local street lamps. The running water, he was still working on, but Rome wasn't built in a day, he unpacked the bag of tools that he had "borrowed" from the whelp's basement, getting on with the job of assembling the bed he had taken in pieces from the abandoned house, it would need a new mattress though, the old one had smelt of cat pee. Even a master vampire had his standards.
A couple of hours and a pair of sore thumbs later, Spike stood back to look at his work.
"Not bad, even if I say so myself, Spike the demonic handyman, who would have guessed?" he laughed.
He looked up as he heard a disturbance from inside the crypt, on the upper level. He took his stake from the back pocket of his jeans and slowly climbed the ladder.
"No rest for the wicked," he sighed.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Buffy climbed out of her bedroom window and shimmied down the drainpipe, dropping the last couple of feet to the ground. She looked at her watch, it was late, but she just couldn't sleep. The house was in darkness, Willow and Joyce had retired long ago, and she had been feeling restless all evening.
Walking out alone at this late hour was asking for trouble, but if she didn't get some time away, she'd go mad. Everyone was treating her like glass. Even Spike had infuriated with his highhandedness of the previous week, being carried over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes wasn't her idea of fun. Even though it had given her the chance to feel the solid muscle beneath the black leather. She shivered involuntarily, suddenly feeling a little warm at the train her thoughts were taking.
Buffy was starting to miss the closeness she'd had with Spike. Surely she must feel something for him, she reasoned to herself, she was having his child and the idea far from disgusted her, it wasn't just that, her mind and her body kept reliving those NC-17 moments of their relationship. Buffy looked up realising for the first time, where her feet had led her. She was in the middle of the graveyard.
"Damn, if Spike sees me here, I'll be in deep shit," she cursed, quickly looking around, breathing a sigh of relief at the emptiness of her surroundings.
Buffy froze as she felt an arm snake around her waist; she grabbed the hand and threw her assailant effortlessly over her shoulder. She jumped on her intended victim, pinning him to the ground.
"Buffy luv, if you wanted to get low down and dirty, all you had to do is ask," groaned her bleached spouse.
Buffy sat on Spike, still straddling him and speechless for once,
"You wouldn't be patrolling by any chance?" he growled at her warningly.
"No, I was out walking, I couldn't sleep, I have my first doctors appointment tomorrow, kinda weighed heavily on my mind," she admitted.
Spike's eyes widened, gently flipping her over onto the ground and partially covering her body with his own.
"Spike, what are you doing?" she asked.
His hand travelled slowly down her body, causing her to shiver, it rested on the edge of her sweater, before slipping beneath the fabric and touching the bare skin of her abdomen. Buffy gritted her teeth against the gasp of pleasure that was trying to escape from her mouth. She waited for his hand to move, opening her eyes in disappointment as it stayed there, caressing her softly.
"I am feeling our child," he said possessively.
"Really, well it's about the size of a peanut right now, wouldn't have thought there was a lot to feel," she said huffily.
"What's the matter? Mommy feeling uncared for?" he drawled.
"No!" Buffy denied, shoving Spike off of her and quickly getting to her feet.
"Ever in denial, you know pet, you can only vacation in Egypt for so long," he mocked her, closing the distance between them.
Buffy licked her lips in anticipation, the movement was not lost on Spike, and he smiled at her with smug satisfaction. He touched his own lips with the tip of his tongue; knowing it drove her wild, when he did that. She held her breath, closing her eyes leaning in for his kiss.
"Night luv," he whispered seductively in her ear.
Buffy 's eyes snapped open, in surprise, but he was gone. She looked around the graveyard in angry frustration. Damn him his preternatural speed. Well she wasn't going to beg, was she? Buffy marched off in the direction of her home, kicking at a tombstone and knocking it over.
"Oops," she said
Spike came out from behind a crypt, lighting a cigarette, he chuckled softly, watching her retreating form disappear into the night.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Willow sat in Buffy's bedroom, waiting for her friend to return, she didn't want to wake Joyce and frighten her. She herself had woken over half an hour ago to make a trip to the bathroom and had decided to check on Buffy, only to find her bed empty and unused. She breathed a sigh of relief as she saw Buffy at the window, panic had been getting the better of her, five more minutes and then she would had to disturb Joyce.
Willow went over to the window to help her friend through.
"Buffy where have you been, I hope you haven't been patrolling," scolded Willow.
"Why does everyone always think I am patrolling? Can't a girl just be taking a walk?" snapped Buffy.
"Sorry, but your walks do have a tendency to include sharp pointy things and hand to hand combat," apologised Willow.
"Well there was someone who could have done with one of those sharp pointy thingies," said Buffy angrily.
Willow frowned, then her brow cleared.
"You bump into Spike?" she asked.
"Got it on one," Buffy replied, sitting on her bed and thumping the innocent pig, Mr Gordo.
"How did that go?" enquired Willow.
"Don't want to talk about it," she said.
"Ok, I get it, see you in the morning when you're feeling more human," said Willow rising.
She left Buffy to get some sleep, a slow smile spread across Willow's face, maybe she didn't want to talk about her feelings for Spike, but she would do, in fact, by the time Willow had finished with her, she would be singing like the proverbial canary. A plan was already forming in her mind, now all she needed to do was call a Scooby meeting, minus one member, but that could wait until the morning.
TBC
Girl Interrupted
Spike entered Giles's apartment, quietly whistling. The aforementioned was at his study table, pouring over one of his dusty tomes; so engrossed in the text; he totally missed the vampire's entrance.
Spike came to stand next to him, "Hello Giles, great evening,"
Giles's head snapped back "Oh God! Spike are you trying to kill me?" he said clutching his chest.
"Sorry, although I wouldn't mind a bit of killing though, slaying vamps is okay, but it's not exactly job satisfaction,"
Giles frowned at him.
"No bleedin' sense of humour, that's your problem; any way I want to ask you about something," said Spike.
"And what might that be?" asked Giles.
"Heard an interesting little conversation in the Summers's kitchen this evening,"
Giles removed his glasses and looked at Spike, "So you know then?"
"Yes, but as to the how and why, a little confused," he replied.
"Maybe a little explanation is in order," sighed Giles.
"I'd appreciate it mate; I'll go get the glasses and you can get that bottle of brandy you're hiding in that copy of "Demonology through the ages,"
Two hours and copious amounts of brandy later; Spike was fully informed about how the miracle had come to pass. He still had trouble taking it all in, he sat there, rubbing his forehead tiredly.
"So now you know; what are you going to do about it?" asked Giles.
"Nothing," Spike said.
"What do you mean nothing!" exploded Giles.
"Calm down, don't get your specs all steamed up, what I was trying to say was, that I am going to let Buffy come to me; told her this evening that I am not going anywhere, the ball is in court," said Spike smugly.
"Isn't that taking an enormous risk?" asked Giles.
"Nah, I know the silly bint loves me, but this loves bitch is taking a time out; besides I have plans," Spike replied.
"Nothing evil I hope?" said Giles.
"Chance would be a fine thing; actually I am planning a surprise for Buffy, of the good variety,"
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"So let me get this straight, Buffy bought a pendant and now she's pregnant?" asked Xander.
"You are forgetting all the sex, she had to have with Spike sweetie," smiled Anya.
"Thank you Anya, I think I get the picture," said Xander, rolling his eyes
"Buffy is very vulnerable right now, she needs her friends; Xander why don't you go and talk to her? I think she went upstairs because she was afraid of your reaction," said Joyce.
"Oh you mean because of my aversion to pale, dead guys?" he said sardonically.
"Xander! Just go and be a friend ok," scolded Willow.
"Guess I am out voted by all this women power," he said looking around the room.
Xander got up from his seat and made his way up the stairs, this was one conversation he wasn't looking forward to, a hormone-fuelled slayer. He'd rather face a nest of vamps any night. The others just didn't seem to understand that ever since a vamp had killed one of his best friends, Jesse; he'd lost all his warm and fuzzy feelings towards the undead. Buffy was his friend too, so he pushed his view on the subject aside, knocking on her bedroom door.
"Hey Buff, can I talk to you a moment," he asked
"What do you want?" came the voice from inside.
It sounded muffled, like she had been crying. Xander opened the door; Buffy was lying on her bed; she had face pressed into her pillows. Xander came to sit down on the bed, beside her. She looked so tiny, what was it about this girl; she was far stronger than all of them put together, but it made you want to hold her in your arms and sooth the pain away.
"Oh Xander, if you have come to give me a lecture on having a vampire for a husband and being pregnant; that's something I don't need right now,"
"Actually I came to ask if you had chosen the Godparents yet?" he smiled.
Buffy launched herself into his arms, "Thanks Xander, so we are ok then?" she asked, smiling through her tears.
"Still can't believe you are having the bleached evil one's child though," he said into her hair.
"Don't spoil it now," she said warningly.
"Ok" Xander said gently.
"I just don't know what to do about Spike, the longer time goes on the harder it seems to be," she said sadly.
"Do you love him?" asked Xander.
"I don't know, that's the problem, I know I don't hate him anymore; I have figured that much out,"
"As much as I dislike Spike, I keep hearing tales of how happy he's made you these past few months; that has to count for something Buffy,"
Buffy looked at Xander, wide eyed.
"Ok where is Xander and what have you done with him?" she giggled.
"I guess it's just my way of saying sorry; for giving you the third degree about being with him," he said apologetically.
"Already forgotten," She said, hugging him again.
"I could get used to this, oh but in the best friend kinda way," he blushed.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Spike walked nonchalantly through the graveyard, it was tiring all this new responsibility, patrolling, keeping down a job and trying to provide shelter for his prospective family. God, if Dru could see him now, she wouldn't stop cackling for weeks, but strangely it all seemed right to him somehow.
He had managed to keep away from Buffy for nearly a week now, Giles gave him a daily report of his wife anyway. He had spent a couple of evening standing outside her window, but he had tried to give her the space she needed. He was starting to feel a little frustrated sexually. Six months of doing it like rabbits, then bam! Nothing. Spike wondered if Buffy was feeling the same way, she had enjoyed the physical side of their relationship as much as he had, hadn't he read somewhere that pregnancy made you more horny?
Spike entered the crypt he'd decided to make into a home for them, as soon as Buffy came to her senses, that is. It looked very different from a week ago. Gone were the dead leaves and cobwebs. He had managed to liberate some very nice furniture from an abandoned house. Rugs littered the stone floor, giving it a homier feel; he just hoped she would like it. Spike descended to the lower level by means of a ladder he had installed after his unfortunate accident.
After a little exploration of this subterranean point, Spike had managed to tinker with the Sunnydale electricity supply that powered the local street lamps. The running water, he was still working on, but Rome wasn't built in a day, he unpacked the bag of tools that he had "borrowed" from the whelp's basement, getting on with the job of assembling the bed he had taken in pieces from the abandoned house, it would need a new mattress though, the old one had smelt of cat pee. Even a master vampire had his standards.
A couple of hours and a pair of sore thumbs later, Spike stood back to look at his work.
"Not bad, even if I say so myself, Spike the demonic handyman, who would have guessed?" he laughed.
He looked up as he heard a disturbance from inside the crypt, on the upper level. He took his stake from the back pocket of his jeans and slowly climbed the ladder.
"No rest for the wicked," he sighed.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Buffy climbed out of her bedroom window and shimmied down the drainpipe, dropping the last couple of feet to the ground. She looked at her watch, it was late, but she just couldn't sleep. The house was in darkness, Willow and Joyce had retired long ago, and she had been feeling restless all evening.
Walking out alone at this late hour was asking for trouble, but if she didn't get some time away, she'd go mad. Everyone was treating her like glass. Even Spike had infuriated with his highhandedness of the previous week, being carried over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes wasn't her idea of fun. Even though it had given her the chance to feel the solid muscle beneath the black leather. She shivered involuntarily, suddenly feeling a little warm at the train her thoughts were taking.
Buffy was starting to miss the closeness she'd had with Spike. Surely she must feel something for him, she reasoned to herself, she was having his child and the idea far from disgusted her, it wasn't just that, her mind and her body kept reliving those NC-17 moments of their relationship. Buffy looked up realising for the first time, where her feet had led her. She was in the middle of the graveyard.
"Damn, if Spike sees me here, I'll be in deep shit," she cursed, quickly looking around, breathing a sigh of relief at the emptiness of her surroundings.
Buffy froze as she felt an arm snake around her waist; she grabbed the hand and threw her assailant effortlessly over her shoulder. She jumped on her intended victim, pinning him to the ground.
"Buffy luv, if you wanted to get low down and dirty, all you had to do is ask," groaned her bleached spouse.
Buffy sat on Spike, still straddling him and speechless for once,
"You wouldn't be patrolling by any chance?" he growled at her warningly.
"No, I was out walking, I couldn't sleep, I have my first doctors appointment tomorrow, kinda weighed heavily on my mind," she admitted.
Spike's eyes widened, gently flipping her over onto the ground and partially covering her body with his own.
"Spike, what are you doing?" she asked.
His hand travelled slowly down her body, causing her to shiver, it rested on the edge of her sweater, before slipping beneath the fabric and touching the bare skin of her abdomen. Buffy gritted her teeth against the gasp of pleasure that was trying to escape from her mouth. She waited for his hand to move, opening her eyes in disappointment as it stayed there, caressing her softly.
"I am feeling our child," he said possessively.
"Really, well it's about the size of a peanut right now, wouldn't have thought there was a lot to feel," she said huffily.
"What's the matter? Mommy feeling uncared for?" he drawled.
"No!" Buffy denied, shoving Spike off of her and quickly getting to her feet.
"Ever in denial, you know pet, you can only vacation in Egypt for so long," he mocked her, closing the distance between them.
Buffy licked her lips in anticipation, the movement was not lost on Spike, and he smiled at her with smug satisfaction. He touched his own lips with the tip of his tongue; knowing it drove her wild, when he did that. She held her breath, closing her eyes leaning in for his kiss.
"Night luv," he whispered seductively in her ear.
Buffy 's eyes snapped open, in surprise, but he was gone. She looked around the graveyard in angry frustration. Damn him his preternatural speed. Well she wasn't going to beg, was she? Buffy marched off in the direction of her home, kicking at a tombstone and knocking it over.
"Oops," she said
Spike came out from behind a crypt, lighting a cigarette, he chuckled softly, watching her retreating form disappear into the night.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Willow sat in Buffy's bedroom, waiting for her friend to return, she didn't want to wake Joyce and frighten her. She herself had woken over half an hour ago to make a trip to the bathroom and had decided to check on Buffy, only to find her bed empty and unused. She breathed a sigh of relief as she saw Buffy at the window, panic had been getting the better of her, five more minutes and then she would had to disturb Joyce.
Willow went over to the window to help her friend through.
"Buffy where have you been, I hope you haven't been patrolling," scolded Willow.
"Why does everyone always think I am patrolling? Can't a girl just be taking a walk?" snapped Buffy.
"Sorry, but your walks do have a tendency to include sharp pointy things and hand to hand combat," apologised Willow.
"Well there was someone who could have done with one of those sharp pointy thingies," said Buffy angrily.
Willow frowned, then her brow cleared.
"You bump into Spike?" she asked.
"Got it on one," Buffy replied, sitting on her bed and thumping the innocent pig, Mr Gordo.
"How did that go?" enquired Willow.
"Don't want to talk about it," she said.
"Ok, I get it, see you in the morning when you're feeling more human," said Willow rising.
She left Buffy to get some sleep, a slow smile spread across Willow's face, maybe she didn't want to talk about her feelings for Spike, but she would do, in fact, by the time Willow had finished with her, she would be singing like the proverbial canary. A plan was already forming in her mind, now all she needed to do was call a Scooby meeting, minus one member, but that could wait until the morning.
TBC