Description: Buffy's not feeling well, Spike won't go away, and Dawn knows more that she should. The Scoobies lives are about to be changed forever.

Rating: R

Pairing: Buffy/Spike (did you think otherwise?)

It had been just over a week since Dawn had had her vision and there hadn't been another one since. The mark on her head had all but disappeared and the memories of the sights she had seen were erased from her memory.

"Dawnie you're gonna be late for school!" Buffy yelled from the kitchen. Smoke filled the air, as the eldest Summers attempted to cook a nutritious, healthy breakfast for her sister. "Dawn!"

"I'm here, I'm here." Dawn answered, bounding into the kitchen, waving away the smoke and coughing dramatically. "Geez Buffy what are you trying to do? Burn the house down?"

"Shut up, Smarty-pants." Buffy teased her sister. "F-Y-I, I'm trying to cook breakfast for you. But you're late, so that's out of the question." Buffy slid a pancake out of the skillet and plopped it onto a plat while she slid the skillet into a sink full of water.

"I think I'll just grab something at school." Dawn said, hefting her book bag to her shoulder.

"Your school serves breakfast now?" Buffy asked in amazement. "Wow. All I ever got there was sent to the principal's office and many, many demons."

"Yeah." Dawn said. "I'll just grab a pack of donuts. You know, the powdered kind. The ones you can't eat without getting messy."

"Donuts?" Buffy gawked. "Yeah that's balanced breakfast. What do you eat for lunch? A bag of chips?"

Dawn looked up at her sister with a guilty face.

"Oh God." Buffy snickered. "Please tell me you don't eat a bag of chips for lunch. Dawn!"

"What?" she looked for a quick escape but found none. "It's just that.the Winter Formal is coming up and I saw this really cute dress in April Fools, and I wanted to fit into it."

"So?" Buffy asked.

"Well they don't have it in my size. So it's either drop a size or find another dress." Dawn looked at her sister and saw the worry on her face. "Chill Buffy's I'm gonna be fine. I swear after the dance I'll gain 10 pounds if you want."

"Fine." Buffy laughed. "Get moving you're gonna be late for school."

Dawn grabbed her book bag off the stool and swung it over one of her shoulders. She kissed her sister and was out the door. "Oh Buffy!" Dawn yelled running back through the door. "Don't forget your doctor's appointment is today. And you know Spike will kill you if you don't go." Without a response from her sister, Dawn once again left the kitchen and the house.

'I can't believe this. It's not right; it's a-a glitch or something. This can't be happening!' Buffy thought as she drifted through town. She had no idea what street she was on or even if she was still in Sunnydale. Nor did she care. 'No way. This isn't happening, I'm dreaming of something. Yeah that's it. I'm just dreaming.' Buffy lightly slapped her own arm. "Nope, not dreaming. But this can't be true."

She rounded the corner and ran into an elderly couple walking their dog.

"Oh sorry, Miss." The man said. The dog on the leash in front of him looked up and growled at Buffy. "Biscuit knock it off." The man scolded him.

"He never does this." The woman added.

"It's okay." Buffy said half-heartedly. "Probably just scared him."

"I am sorry, Miss." The woman apologized again. "Come on Anthony." She said pulling the man's sleeve.

Buffy let the couple pass her and then turned down the street they had just left.

"She's definitely the one." The old lady said.

"It's happened already." The man agreed. "The chain of events is set into place."

The old couple walked down the street chanting as they went:

Two of the two, That never should be. Two of the two, Shall be the key. Two of the two, Are the ones we need. Two of the two, Will set us free.

Buffy walked into her house and locked the door behind her. She leaned back against it, feeling the cold wood against her arms.

"This isn't right," She said aloud to no one in particular. "This can't be. Spike.Spike can't d-do this. He's a-he's a vampire, and he c-can't do this." The tears started falling down her face as the truth of what was happening began to sink in. "No." She told herself as she sunk to the floor in a heap, crying and shaking. "No. I'm not pregnant. I can't be. The doctor's wrong."

Buffy looked up. The basement door swung open and Spike strutted in.

"Slayer!" he called, not noticing Buffy sitting on the ground.

She quickly picked herself up off the ground and wiped the tears from her face. "What do you want?" She asked, annoyed.

Spike studied her face. "What's wrong pet?" he asked concerned.

"Nothing." She lied. "You need something?"

"Just came by for a little." He came over to her and tried to wrap his arms around her, but she pushed him away. "What?"

"Not now, Spike." Buffy said moving past him to the kitchen island. "If there's nothing you want, I-I'd rather just be alone right now."

Spike looked at her, trying to see if she was for real. The look on her face told him she was. "What's wrong?" He asked in a more serious tone.

"Nothing. It's just-" she started but felt the churning in her stomach start once more. "Oh great." She mumbled as she plowed past him, and ran up the steps.

"I thought I told you to go to the doc's." Spike yelled after her.

"Did!" Buffy yelled back between gagging and throwing up.

"What'd he say?" Spike called from the bottom of the steps.

"He said that I-" There was a pause.

"Said what Slayer?"

'I can't tell him. Not yet.' Buffy thought. She laid her head against the toilet feeling the porcelain cool her skin. She pulled herself to her feet, fighting the feeling of impending sickness rising in her, and walked to the doorway. "He said I was getting over the flu." She was lying and prayed that Spike couldn't see her face.

Buffy was a horrible liar. Every time someone looked at her face when she was lying they knew instantly. Her cheeks turned red, and she couldn't look the person in the face.

"You should go to bed. Niblet should be home soon, and she can take care of you." Spike called up. "Want me to stay?"

"No!" She yelled back quickly. "I'll be fine. I'll just go to bed like you said. Leave. I'll be fine."

"Alright pet." Spike said. "Call if you need anything." With that he left.

"I need a lot." Buffy admitted to herself. "Right now I need a time machine to go back in time and stop myself from sleeping with you." Buffy walked across the hall and into her room. She crawled into her bed, under the covers.

'No way this is happening.' She thought as her eyelids sunk down casting her into the world of darkness. 'No way possible. It's not possible. It's just-a-a fluke. That's what it is. A fluke. Nothing's wrong.'

They filtered into the room. No one there was dressed in anything other than the traditional black robe. Their faces were covered and a quiet chant arose from the group.

"Two of the two, that never should be. Two of the two, shall be the key." They sang, as a smaller group began to pour an array of liquids into a huge vat in the center of the room. As the liquids combine a thick green smoke arose from the vat filling the room.

"Two of the two, are the ones we need. Two of the two, will set us free!"

An explosion shook the place and a great flame erupted from the vat.

"It has happened." One of the cloaked creatures called. "The ones that shall deliver us are at hand. The Slayer is to protect this world, yet, unknown to her; she will bring about the end of it! Of her own intent."

** Author's Notes: Okay, I know, I know. Nobody really wants another 'Buffy-gets-pregnant-by-Spike' story, but I swear this one will be original. Just give it a chance. **