Title: The Way You're Here
Summary: Spike pays Giles a visit.
All standard disclaimers apply here, basically I own nothing.
A/N: Sorry, I know it's been a long time but I've had a ton of schoolwork.
Also I know there's not a whole lot of Buffy in this chapter but I needed
to work out some things with Spike. More Spuffy next chapter, I promise.
Chapter 3
Two Weeks Later:
Spike banged his head back, against the tombstone. He'd seen her again, Buffy. She'd been patrolling with Red and the boy, when he'd seen her from the door of the new crypt he had found. She was laughing as she pushed Xander lightly, because of something he'd said. He recovered and grinned at her. Suddenly a vamp had come out of nowhere lunging up at them. Buffy quickly pulled out a stake, but he was faster. He gave her a roundhouse kick, which sent her tumbling through the air sideways, she twisted, trying to get a good landing, and smacked into a grave, the headstone digging into her belly. The vampire ran over to finish Buffy off, and Willow staked him from behind.
"My baby!" Buffy screamed, going into near hysterics. She clutched her stomach.
"It's okay Buffy," Willow assured her calmly, "Remember the spell?"
Buffy nodded, sobs slowing and then stopping.
"She's tired, we should get her home Will," Xander said. Willow agreed and then they lifted her up and started off out of the cemetery.
What spell? He wondered. Had they done something to get rid of the baby? This thought infuriated him so much that he slammed his head against the door, he was going to have to find out what they meant, he decided. And he knew just the person to start with.
Giles looked up from his reading , startled, as something barreled through the library door. Spike through off his blanket as Giles jumped up and pulled out a stake.
"Woah, I'm not here to hurt you. I just want to talk."
"You, Spike who watched Angelus torture me, want to have a nice conversation, over tea perhaps?" Giles hissed at Spike.
"Well.actually hot chocolate would be good." he trailed off as Giles glared at him, "Right you were just being sarcastic."
"What do you need Spike, another one of your pals run amuck and you can't stop him?"
"Ouch that hurt, Rupert." Spike mocked, "Perhaps you should think of softening your words a little, don't want to run around hurting the big bad's feeling do you?" When Giles didn't answer he continued. "But this isn't about Peaches, or even me and you. This is about the Slayer, and her child."
Giles visibly stiffened. " How do you know about Buffy's child?" He spoke very slowly, he voice was low and dangerous.
"The Slayer told me herself!" Spike sounded surprised. "She didn't tell you that I met her on the bus from LA did she."
"No, I guess she forgot to mention it." Giles was puzzled, why wouldn't Buffy tell him that Spike was back in town? He was dangerous and needed to be kept track of and controlled, or staked if possible. Definitely NOT just to be ignored. He planned on having a long talk with Buffy next time he saw her. After a few minutes with Giles silently lost in thought Spike decided it was probably safe to ask his question now.
"What was the spell Buffy and Willow where talking about? You didn't kill Buffy's baby did you?"
The horrified look on Giles' face was all he needed for an answer.
"Spike, I can't believe you would even ask that! Of course we did not.uh.remove Buffy's child!" Giles was furious. "That spell was just to protect her child so it can't be harmed and won't grow for a while since we need Buffy's fighting skills for the upcoming ascension and all."
"You did a spell to stop it from growing?!" now Spike was furious. "Do you know how dangerous those are? What if something went wrong and Buffy is stuck with a half-developed baby inside her? What if you can't take it off! The baby will die! Did you even think of the consequences?"
Giles was surprised to hear how much Spike sounded like him at the moment, he had asked himself a lot of those same questions when he had first thought of the spell.
"Don't worry Spike, we took all the necessary precautions. There is no safer way then this, believe me I looked at all the options." Giles reassured him. Spike sounded so worried. Wait. Spike worried about Buffy's child? That just wasn't right. Why would Spike care?
"Spike, why do you care what happens to the Slayer's child? Are you hoping it will be evil? Or super strong and evil because it is the child of Angelus and a Slayer? Because if so you will never get your hands on the child! Never, we will do everything in our power to keep it safe from you."
"Calm down Rupert, never said anything about taking the kid." And avoiding Giles' question he walked out through the double doors.
The truth was that Spike wasn't exactly sure why he cared so much. Probably just because it was Buffy. She was so different from any other Slayer he had encountered. She was so strong and powerful, and damn sexy too. He knew they had a connection. If anyone was going to kill him, he wanted it to be her. And he was pretty sure she felt that way too. She was the perfect match for him, same level of skill, same style. And the way she fought, it was so beautiful. Usually when he thought about Buffy he planned knew ways to kill her, had her pleading in his mind for him to just bite her, and then he'd sink his teeth in and slowly drain her, enjoying every minute of it. Lately though he hadn't wanted to kill her. He'd imagined himself tucking her into bed, kissing her on the forehead, and then going to check on the little girl asleep in the next room. Ahhh! What was happening to him, he was turning into a sodding ponce, wanting a family and the slayer for a wife.
Spike wasn't sure how to deal with all these thoughts, so he headed out towards the bar hoping to get drunk enough to ignore them.
Giles sighed and glanced at the clock, one AM. Fantastic. He had been sitting at this desk searching the Internet and his books ever since Spike left, which was over 10 hours ago. So far they had both be less than helpful.
He flipped the page, sighed again and started to read. Suddenly he frantically read the next page, and the next then took off his glasses, cleaned them, and read it all again.
"I knew it!" He muttered to himself, "Spike sound so sincere but I knew he had some sort of ulterior motive and here it is. Right here." He slammed the book shut with a snap, got out of his chair and started towards the door, he'd have to tell Buffy tomorrow but right now what her really needed was some sleep.
Chapter 3
Two Weeks Later:
Spike banged his head back, against the tombstone. He'd seen her again, Buffy. She'd been patrolling with Red and the boy, when he'd seen her from the door of the new crypt he had found. She was laughing as she pushed Xander lightly, because of something he'd said. He recovered and grinned at her. Suddenly a vamp had come out of nowhere lunging up at them. Buffy quickly pulled out a stake, but he was faster. He gave her a roundhouse kick, which sent her tumbling through the air sideways, she twisted, trying to get a good landing, and smacked into a grave, the headstone digging into her belly. The vampire ran over to finish Buffy off, and Willow staked him from behind.
"My baby!" Buffy screamed, going into near hysterics. She clutched her stomach.
"It's okay Buffy," Willow assured her calmly, "Remember the spell?"
Buffy nodded, sobs slowing and then stopping.
"She's tired, we should get her home Will," Xander said. Willow agreed and then they lifted her up and started off out of the cemetery.
What spell? He wondered. Had they done something to get rid of the baby? This thought infuriated him so much that he slammed his head against the door, he was going to have to find out what they meant, he decided. And he knew just the person to start with.
Giles looked up from his reading , startled, as something barreled through the library door. Spike through off his blanket as Giles jumped up and pulled out a stake.
"Woah, I'm not here to hurt you. I just want to talk."
"You, Spike who watched Angelus torture me, want to have a nice conversation, over tea perhaps?" Giles hissed at Spike.
"Well.actually hot chocolate would be good." he trailed off as Giles glared at him, "Right you were just being sarcastic."
"What do you need Spike, another one of your pals run amuck and you can't stop him?"
"Ouch that hurt, Rupert." Spike mocked, "Perhaps you should think of softening your words a little, don't want to run around hurting the big bad's feeling do you?" When Giles didn't answer he continued. "But this isn't about Peaches, or even me and you. This is about the Slayer, and her child."
Giles visibly stiffened. " How do you know about Buffy's child?" He spoke very slowly, he voice was low and dangerous.
"The Slayer told me herself!" Spike sounded surprised. "She didn't tell you that I met her on the bus from LA did she."
"No, I guess she forgot to mention it." Giles was puzzled, why wouldn't Buffy tell him that Spike was back in town? He was dangerous and needed to be kept track of and controlled, or staked if possible. Definitely NOT just to be ignored. He planned on having a long talk with Buffy next time he saw her. After a few minutes with Giles silently lost in thought Spike decided it was probably safe to ask his question now.
"What was the spell Buffy and Willow where talking about? You didn't kill Buffy's baby did you?"
The horrified look on Giles' face was all he needed for an answer.
"Spike, I can't believe you would even ask that! Of course we did not.uh.remove Buffy's child!" Giles was furious. "That spell was just to protect her child so it can't be harmed and won't grow for a while since we need Buffy's fighting skills for the upcoming ascension and all."
"You did a spell to stop it from growing?!" now Spike was furious. "Do you know how dangerous those are? What if something went wrong and Buffy is stuck with a half-developed baby inside her? What if you can't take it off! The baby will die! Did you even think of the consequences?"
Giles was surprised to hear how much Spike sounded like him at the moment, he had asked himself a lot of those same questions when he had first thought of the spell.
"Don't worry Spike, we took all the necessary precautions. There is no safer way then this, believe me I looked at all the options." Giles reassured him. Spike sounded so worried. Wait. Spike worried about Buffy's child? That just wasn't right. Why would Spike care?
"Spike, why do you care what happens to the Slayer's child? Are you hoping it will be evil? Or super strong and evil because it is the child of Angelus and a Slayer? Because if so you will never get your hands on the child! Never, we will do everything in our power to keep it safe from you."
"Calm down Rupert, never said anything about taking the kid." And avoiding Giles' question he walked out through the double doors.
The truth was that Spike wasn't exactly sure why he cared so much. Probably just because it was Buffy. She was so different from any other Slayer he had encountered. She was so strong and powerful, and damn sexy too. He knew they had a connection. If anyone was going to kill him, he wanted it to be her. And he was pretty sure she felt that way too. She was the perfect match for him, same level of skill, same style. And the way she fought, it was so beautiful. Usually when he thought about Buffy he planned knew ways to kill her, had her pleading in his mind for him to just bite her, and then he'd sink his teeth in and slowly drain her, enjoying every minute of it. Lately though he hadn't wanted to kill her. He'd imagined himself tucking her into bed, kissing her on the forehead, and then going to check on the little girl asleep in the next room. Ahhh! What was happening to him, he was turning into a sodding ponce, wanting a family and the slayer for a wife.
Spike wasn't sure how to deal with all these thoughts, so he headed out towards the bar hoping to get drunk enough to ignore them.
Giles sighed and glanced at the clock, one AM. Fantastic. He had been sitting at this desk searching the Internet and his books ever since Spike left, which was over 10 hours ago. So far they had both be less than helpful.
He flipped the page, sighed again and started to read. Suddenly he frantically read the next page, and the next then took off his glasses, cleaned them, and read it all again.
"I knew it!" He muttered to himself, "Spike sound so sincere but I knew he had some sort of ulterior motive and here it is. Right here." He slammed the book shut with a snap, got out of his chair and started towards the door, he'd have to tell Buffy tomorrow but right now what her really needed was some sleep.
