Two minutes can last an eternity. Buffy was finding this out. The two
minutes were dragging on forever. Her mind wandered, but not too far.
Faith had shown up, offering her recently-broken-out-of-jail-just-helped-
Angel self up for penance and assistance. The past two weeks weren't that
bad, Faith had actually been an asset. She was helping train potentials,
who seemed to never stop showing up. And having another superpower around
while the First was in play was always nice. Dawn had managed to be amiable
to Faith, sort of. And Buffy had sworn Giles and Spike to secrecy about the
possibility of her being pregnant, as well as the prophecy. She didn't want
anyone getting worked up before they knew anything concrete. And that's
what she was doing now, waiting two minutes to see if there was anything to
get worked up about. Waiting to see if a little blue line would show up
and change her life forever. Buffy refused to let Spike come in the
bathroom to wait with her. She felt a little guilty over this, but she felt
it was something she needed to do alone. Very Slayer-like, Spike had told
her while pouting. He was waiting just outside the door.
Thankfully, Giles had taken the rest of the household out for pizza, offering some privacy for Spike and Buffy. Buffy knew he was just as excited as Spike was. The past two weeks, they had both seemed to really take to the idea of a baby. Giles stayed subdued, as he often was normally. But she could tell in the way he would smile when she entered the room that he was hoping. And Spike played it low-key in front of everyone else, but when they were in their bedroom at night, he often rubbed her stomach and laid his head on it, trying to hear anything inside. She laughed at him, saying even if there *was* something in there, he wouldn't be able to hear it yet. She was getting used to the idea that there might be something there.....a little someone. But she was still conflicted. She had so much going on in her life, she wasn't sure if she could handle it. Spike kept reminding her that she had all her friends and family for support. And above all, him. Her friends had.....well, accepted would be a strong word, but at least acknowledged and tolerated his new role in Buffy's life. Willow was unsure, Dawn was uneasy, and Xander was unhinged. Giles still didn't fully support Spike as a mate for Buffy, but he agreed that if a child was involved, Spike should play a part. So that's what he was doing now. Playing his part, outside the bathroom door. Waiting. And Buffy was waiting, unconsciously staring at the test strip sitting on the counter.
"Buffy?" Spike whispered on the other side of the door. "Pet? Um, it's been 2 and a half minutes now. Anything?"
This shook Buffy to reality and she focused on the strip. Nothing. No blue line. Not even a hint of a blue line. She grabbed it up and held it close to her eyes. Was that? No.....nothing. Her stomach fell. She was genuinely disappointed. As much as her head knew it was for the best, her heart felt a little differently. And Spike.....he was going to be so disappointed. How was she going to tell him that his one and only chance to create a new life had passed them by? And how had it? The demon mojo had no affect on them. Not fertility-wise, at any rate. But maybe....she checked the box. '99% accurate.....still, 1% chance.....no, don't do that. Don't do that to Spike. Not pregnant. Just get used to it.' Buffy hung her head and prepared to go break Spike's heart.
When she opened the door, Spike was inches from her face. He startled a bit, but had a hopeful look on his face. She gave him a little smile and pulled him inside the bathroom, even though the house was empty. She took a deep breath. "Um....." Spike's face dropped.
"No, huh? No, uh.....little.....bun, er, biscuit, or whatever the sod it's called...." Spike looked away, trying to hide his disappointment. "Well, it's probably for the best, got the big evil to fight. Can't be concerned with other matters. And you got a hellmouth to protect. And if I keep talking, I know you're going to interrupt me like in the movies and tell me that of course, you're pregnant. That you were just trying to gauge my real reaction, so I'm just going to keep talking until that happens, yeah?" Buffy reached up and put a finger on his lips. She just shook her head. Spike sighed and his shoulders fell. "Don't know why I'm so bloody upset anyway. Don't know anything about all that parenting rot. Guess I just got my hopes up too much. But that demon, I mean...ah, bugger. It's alright." Spike turned to leave, not noticing Buffy crying softly. He was too wrapped up in his own thoughts.
"It's my fault. That week, after the demon, I didn't let you...I mean, we should have had sex. But I just figured if it was so meant to be, it would have only taken that once. I should have listened to you. But part of me was still not wanting this. Now I feel so empty. Like I just destroyed an opportunity that you'll never get back." Buffy was staring at the floor, at the tears that splashed there.
Spike walked up to her and shook his head. He put his arms around her and drew her close. "No, pet, it's not your fault. That demon dust...maybe it just didn't work on us. And, hey, if it *does* work, we can always summon him up again, right? Maybe at a more opportune time. Maybe when we're not in the middle of an apocalypse."
Buffy chuckled through her tears. "Oh yeah, I'm sure he'll be really happy to help us out after we attacked him. He'd probably make sure we had some 3 headed toad baby or something."
Spike thought for a moment. "Yeah, but it would be the 'ultimate good' 3 headed toad baby, right?" This made Buffy laugh out loud. Then she looked up at Spike, who was smiling sadly. "And maybe that magic stuff just doesn't work on the likes of us. Nothing to be done about it. But hey, don't forget the prophecy. Who knows, right?"
Buffy's face dropped. He was holding out hope. "Spike..."
"Hey, I'm a vampire who fell in love with a Slayer and won his soul. You're a Slayer who died twice saving the world and is still here to tell about it. I think if anyone can pull off the impossible, it's us!"
"Well...you're not wrong. But for all we know, maybe the prophecy was about you and Faith. I mean, she's a Slayer too..." Buffy trailed off with a furrowed brow.
"Faith. You've got to be kidding me. I'm not having a kid with her, prophecy be damned! Buffy, it's not that I wanted *a* child. It's that I wanted *our* child. It's that you loved me and wanted me, and that the loving and wanting created something amazingly improbable. And so that didn't happen now. Maybe it won't. I'm ok with that. Still a little disappointed, but I'll get over it. As long as I have you in my life, I don't need anyone or anything else..And hey, as long as we're on the 'what ifs', maybe the prophecy was about you and Angel! You might be destined to have a poofy little brat!" Buffy looked up and smiled at Spike.
"Me and Angel? I think the whole world would thank me not to go there again! Not really up for fighting Angelus while I'm 6 months pregnant. Maybe the prophecy is about Faith and Angel." Buffy's face clouded at this thought, Spike caught it.
"Faith and Angel, now that's a pairing I can get behind. Yeah, on second thought, let them have the miracle baby. Wouldn't be as gorgeous as something we'd make, but if it's a champion for the good guys, I guess people will overlook the broody baby brow." Spike couldn't help but laugh at his own comment. Buffy just scowled and then smiled a little. Spike pulled her closer and lead her out of the bathroom. "Look, way I see it, we don't know who the prophecy is about. Or even if it would ever come true. Could be about them, could be about us. But my vote is, let's consider the possibility it's about us." He opened the bedroom door and let her enter in front of him, closing the door behind him. "And along those lines, I'd figure it's not going to be easy for us. So we better get cracking. Early and often is my motto." Spike had by now removed most of his clothing and half of Buffy's. "C'mon, pet. We got a prophecy to fulfill." They were now laying on the bed and Spike was kissing Buffy's neck softly.
"Why do I get this feeling that you're just using this prophecy thing to get lots of sex?" Buffy said softly, finding it hard to speak when he was doing amazing things with his tongue.
"Me? Never...I'm just trying to do good, ya know." Spike pulled away from her neck and looked at her. Then he gave an expression of mock thought. "But if you're not interested, maybe your theory about me and Faith isn't too far off base. What time do the troops get home, anyway?" Spike made a move to leave the bed. Buffy grabbed him and held fast. She growled and leaned in to his neck. She licked it and then bit him hard. "OW! Bloody hell! Who's the vampire here?"
Buffy grinned evilly. "You are. And more than that, you're *my* vampire. Just making sure you got the message."
Spike rubbed his neck. "Yeah, loud and clear, Slayer."
"Now, about that prophecy--" Buffy was cut off by a hard kiss and a wandering hand. They might not fulfill a prophecy tonight, but it wasn't going to be for lack of trying.
** The End
Ok, my apologies, I really chickened out. I just can't write a convincing Buffy preggers fic. I have yet to read a really good one too, so if anyone knows of one, please let me know. I like the concept, but I can't really bring it to fruition to my own satisfaction!
Thankfully, Giles had taken the rest of the household out for pizza, offering some privacy for Spike and Buffy. Buffy knew he was just as excited as Spike was. The past two weeks, they had both seemed to really take to the idea of a baby. Giles stayed subdued, as he often was normally. But she could tell in the way he would smile when she entered the room that he was hoping. And Spike played it low-key in front of everyone else, but when they were in their bedroom at night, he often rubbed her stomach and laid his head on it, trying to hear anything inside. She laughed at him, saying even if there *was* something in there, he wouldn't be able to hear it yet. She was getting used to the idea that there might be something there.....a little someone. But she was still conflicted. She had so much going on in her life, she wasn't sure if she could handle it. Spike kept reminding her that she had all her friends and family for support. And above all, him. Her friends had.....well, accepted would be a strong word, but at least acknowledged and tolerated his new role in Buffy's life. Willow was unsure, Dawn was uneasy, and Xander was unhinged. Giles still didn't fully support Spike as a mate for Buffy, but he agreed that if a child was involved, Spike should play a part. So that's what he was doing now. Playing his part, outside the bathroom door. Waiting. And Buffy was waiting, unconsciously staring at the test strip sitting on the counter.
"Buffy?" Spike whispered on the other side of the door. "Pet? Um, it's been 2 and a half minutes now. Anything?"
This shook Buffy to reality and she focused on the strip. Nothing. No blue line. Not even a hint of a blue line. She grabbed it up and held it close to her eyes. Was that? No.....nothing. Her stomach fell. She was genuinely disappointed. As much as her head knew it was for the best, her heart felt a little differently. And Spike.....he was going to be so disappointed. How was she going to tell him that his one and only chance to create a new life had passed them by? And how had it? The demon mojo had no affect on them. Not fertility-wise, at any rate. But maybe....she checked the box. '99% accurate.....still, 1% chance.....no, don't do that. Don't do that to Spike. Not pregnant. Just get used to it.' Buffy hung her head and prepared to go break Spike's heart.
When she opened the door, Spike was inches from her face. He startled a bit, but had a hopeful look on his face. She gave him a little smile and pulled him inside the bathroom, even though the house was empty. She took a deep breath. "Um....." Spike's face dropped.
"No, huh? No, uh.....little.....bun, er, biscuit, or whatever the sod it's called...." Spike looked away, trying to hide his disappointment. "Well, it's probably for the best, got the big evil to fight. Can't be concerned with other matters. And you got a hellmouth to protect. And if I keep talking, I know you're going to interrupt me like in the movies and tell me that of course, you're pregnant. That you were just trying to gauge my real reaction, so I'm just going to keep talking until that happens, yeah?" Buffy reached up and put a finger on his lips. She just shook her head. Spike sighed and his shoulders fell. "Don't know why I'm so bloody upset anyway. Don't know anything about all that parenting rot. Guess I just got my hopes up too much. But that demon, I mean...ah, bugger. It's alright." Spike turned to leave, not noticing Buffy crying softly. He was too wrapped up in his own thoughts.
"It's my fault. That week, after the demon, I didn't let you...I mean, we should have had sex. But I just figured if it was so meant to be, it would have only taken that once. I should have listened to you. But part of me was still not wanting this. Now I feel so empty. Like I just destroyed an opportunity that you'll never get back." Buffy was staring at the floor, at the tears that splashed there.
Spike walked up to her and shook his head. He put his arms around her and drew her close. "No, pet, it's not your fault. That demon dust...maybe it just didn't work on us. And, hey, if it *does* work, we can always summon him up again, right? Maybe at a more opportune time. Maybe when we're not in the middle of an apocalypse."
Buffy chuckled through her tears. "Oh yeah, I'm sure he'll be really happy to help us out after we attacked him. He'd probably make sure we had some 3 headed toad baby or something."
Spike thought for a moment. "Yeah, but it would be the 'ultimate good' 3 headed toad baby, right?" This made Buffy laugh out loud. Then she looked up at Spike, who was smiling sadly. "And maybe that magic stuff just doesn't work on the likes of us. Nothing to be done about it. But hey, don't forget the prophecy. Who knows, right?"
Buffy's face dropped. He was holding out hope. "Spike..."
"Hey, I'm a vampire who fell in love with a Slayer and won his soul. You're a Slayer who died twice saving the world and is still here to tell about it. I think if anyone can pull off the impossible, it's us!"
"Well...you're not wrong. But for all we know, maybe the prophecy was about you and Faith. I mean, she's a Slayer too..." Buffy trailed off with a furrowed brow.
"Faith. You've got to be kidding me. I'm not having a kid with her, prophecy be damned! Buffy, it's not that I wanted *a* child. It's that I wanted *our* child. It's that you loved me and wanted me, and that the loving and wanting created something amazingly improbable. And so that didn't happen now. Maybe it won't. I'm ok with that. Still a little disappointed, but I'll get over it. As long as I have you in my life, I don't need anyone or anything else..And hey, as long as we're on the 'what ifs', maybe the prophecy was about you and Angel! You might be destined to have a poofy little brat!" Buffy looked up and smiled at Spike.
"Me and Angel? I think the whole world would thank me not to go there again! Not really up for fighting Angelus while I'm 6 months pregnant. Maybe the prophecy is about Faith and Angel." Buffy's face clouded at this thought, Spike caught it.
"Faith and Angel, now that's a pairing I can get behind. Yeah, on second thought, let them have the miracle baby. Wouldn't be as gorgeous as something we'd make, but if it's a champion for the good guys, I guess people will overlook the broody baby brow." Spike couldn't help but laugh at his own comment. Buffy just scowled and then smiled a little. Spike pulled her closer and lead her out of the bathroom. "Look, way I see it, we don't know who the prophecy is about. Or even if it would ever come true. Could be about them, could be about us. But my vote is, let's consider the possibility it's about us." He opened the bedroom door and let her enter in front of him, closing the door behind him. "And along those lines, I'd figure it's not going to be easy for us. So we better get cracking. Early and often is my motto." Spike had by now removed most of his clothing and half of Buffy's. "C'mon, pet. We got a prophecy to fulfill." They were now laying on the bed and Spike was kissing Buffy's neck softly.
"Why do I get this feeling that you're just using this prophecy thing to get lots of sex?" Buffy said softly, finding it hard to speak when he was doing amazing things with his tongue.
"Me? Never...I'm just trying to do good, ya know." Spike pulled away from her neck and looked at her. Then he gave an expression of mock thought. "But if you're not interested, maybe your theory about me and Faith isn't too far off base. What time do the troops get home, anyway?" Spike made a move to leave the bed. Buffy grabbed him and held fast. She growled and leaned in to his neck. She licked it and then bit him hard. "OW! Bloody hell! Who's the vampire here?"
Buffy grinned evilly. "You are. And more than that, you're *my* vampire. Just making sure you got the message."
Spike rubbed his neck. "Yeah, loud and clear, Slayer."
"Now, about that prophecy--" Buffy was cut off by a hard kiss and a wandering hand. They might not fulfill a prophecy tonight, but it wasn't going to be for lack of trying.
** The End
Ok, my apologies, I really chickened out. I just can't write a convincing Buffy preggers fic. I have yet to read a really good one too, so if anyone knows of one, please let me know. I like the concept, but I can't really bring it to fruition to my own satisfaction!