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Liz read and re-read the letter. She wasn't sure how it made her feel. It was always her and her dad. Another Liz for him to look after? No... a Buffy.

Buffy. Sounded weird.

But her mother had said it was the right thing to do. Liz began to realise that her mother was right.

*Dad never does anything except work and hang out with me. When I'm at my friend's house – he calls Willow, grandsire, granddad or draws. I don't want him to feel lonely*

Another person? Liz, Daddy and Buffy. Did it fit?

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A week or so went by, Liz read the letter again and started noticing her dad more. Even though her mother was gone, Sara was correct about Spike. He lived for nothing except Liz. He didn't have a hobby, he didn't read or have a favourite TV show or try new things unless he was sharing it with Liz. The thought hurt her heart and she decided, if this Buffy person was good enough, she would be very good for her daddy.

It was when she made this decision that she begun her plan.

"DDDDDDDAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDYYYYYYYYY!"

Spike smiled as his daughter flung herself into his arms and hugged him tightly.

He couldn't believe how she had grown from that frail bundle in his arms to this – an energetic, vibrant girl who was full of life enough for the both of them.

After Sara's death, Spain was no longer bearable. The culture, the places, the smell, and the art – everything seemed to remind him of her, and though he wanted Liz to experience her Spanish heritage, he had to move. His transfer took him to France on the outskirts of Paris where he ran a large and very successful art gallery in memory of Joyce. He was an avid member of the European art auctions and his life was bustling enough to overshadow his inner solitude. Watching Liz grow, everyday was a new adventure. The not-so-much-a-vampire-anymore-vampire found that fatherhood was an indescribable experience and one that, he felt, required all his time.

"How was your day, Liz?"

"It was GREAT!" Liz plopped down on the kitchen chair and watched as Spike moved from cabinet to cabinet preparing her snack.

"Mes amis me do-"

"Anglais s'il te plait. - English, you know I want you to practice that at home, I'm not satisfied with the way they teach it."

Liz rolled her eyes, French was so natural for her, but she felt comfortable in English, her Dad had made sure that she understood and could speak both and her grand-dad was helping her with her Spanish.

"My friends gave me a new nickname today! I am no longer Liz! Liz is in the past!"

Spike grinned and smeared the peanut butter over the bread.
"What's this new monstrosity of a name then?"

"DAD! Your nickname is SPIKE!"

"No one calls me that anymore, they stopped calling me that a long time ago. My name is William and continues to be William. That is what everyone calls me. Your mother called me that, your grandsire calls me that-"

"Grand-sire calls you a 'bloody nuisance' dad."

"I don't want that bloody language in this house!"

Liz stuck her tongue out at her dad and he grinned, putting the plate in front of her.

"Water or apple juice?"

"Actually, I want some carrot juice."

Liz watched the emotions flicker across her father's face. He seemed almost to tense up and a barely perceptible shiver flew down his spine. Sara had mentioned in the letter that Buffy insisted on drinking carrot juice made only from Spike's hand.

"Where'd you hear about that then, ey?"

"Arielle had some for lunch and I really liked it. Do you know how to make it?"

"Yeah, I do, pet."

Spike smiled and pushed back the unwanted memory that had surged forward after years in the dusty recesses of his mind.

 Liz smiled and waited patiently as her juice was made. It tasted disgusting but she drank it down for the greater good at stake.

"So what's this new name then?"

"Buffy." Liz replied nonchalantly taking another bittersweet sip of orange muck.

The reaction was worth it. Her dad's whole body was immediately wired up, he practically shot out of the kitchen chair and, upon realising his reaction, proceeded to stomp over to the fridge an open it for the purpose of appearing in control.

"Where'd you get that from them, love?"

"My friends and I were just mixing up letters from our names and adding in new ones and we decided Buffy was a good enough name for me. So that's my name now, Buffy."

"I knew a Buffy once." Spike said, almost in a daze.

"REALLY!!" Liz bounced over to the fridge and slammed it shut, peering into his turbulent eyes with her own mature eyes.

"Yes." Spike answered, quite shocked at how suddenly Buffy had been remembered, how brutally… how comfortingly.

"Was she nice? Was she your friend? Was she pretty? Was she like me?"

Spike smiled fondly, looking upwards as if almost seeing her in a memory.

"She was very nice and strong, a very close friend of mine. Of course she was pretty, I only hung out with pretty girls and yeah, pet, she was a bit like you."

Liz, if she had been dubious before, was absolutely certain that her Daddy could love this Buffy person. The way his eyes lit up was indication enough, but even then, the tear that was quickly brushed off and replaced with offers of 'something else to eat' seemed to speak for itself.

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