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?)
** Author's Notes: Sorry this took so long guys, but I kinda lost my floppy disk. And me being the stupid person I am didn't make a copy or anything. Yeah I know, pretty dumb, but what can I say I'm a risk taker. **
"Got a surprise for you luv." Spike sang as he let himself into the house that he and Buffy now shared. He threw his duster over the banister and strode into the living room. "Slayer?" he called, not finding her in the living room. He checked the kitchen, dining room, her room, and Bit's room, but still no Buffy. "Slayer!" Spike yelled, panic starting to rise within him, "Bit!" He hadn't seen either of them all day; some nonsense about a soddin' 'Sisterly Bonding Day'. Jogging from room to room, the vampire was starting to become frantic. He was checking the kitchen for the third time before he saw the small piece of paper attached to the fridge with a magnet. Spike snatched the paper and quickly read the note:
Spike, Dawn and I came home but you weren't back yet, so we decided to head to a movie around 3. Should be back around 9 or so. You can stop freaking out now. We're both fine. Have fun, Buffy & Dawn
Spike released an overdramatic sigh of relief. He crumbled the paper and threw it into the trash. 'Bloody heart almost stopped,' He complained to himself, 'not that it was beating to begin with. And what kind of movie are they seeing that's 6 bloody hours long?!' Spike pulled a fresh bag of blood from the refrigerator, poured the contents into a clean mug, and popped it into the microwave. He set the timer and waited patiently for it to beep. Spike grabbed the warm mug and made his way to the living room. Passions was on in 10 minutes and he'd be damned if he missed it.
Throwing himself down on the sofa, Spike picked up the remote and began surfing through channels; commercial, commercial, cartoons, commercial, and finally Passions. Spike sipped his blood, grimacing slightly at the taste. He despised pig's blood, but since the Initiative put that handy little chip in his brain, he couldn't have real human blood. So it was pig's blood for him now.
Again, there were more commercials gracing the TV screen. Spike watched in humor as a dozen or so cats, galloped through a small town, advertising cat food. Then the screen went black and another commercial came on. But this one wasn't humorous; it was a commercial for a store that had just opened in town, a party store.
'What will they come up with next?' Spike thought to himself as he watched the images flash by. Kids at a birthday party, swinging at a colorful piñata, people gathered for a wedding shower, the bride and groom in the center, and a pregnant, very pregnant woman in the middle of a group of friends opening gifts.
He'd never thought of that. Spike hadn't even thrown Buffy a baby shower. It was a tradition; at least among humans it was, to throw a party for a mother-to-be. 'I should do this.' Spike thought, light bulb appearing in his mind. 'I will. I'll throw a surprise baby shower for Buffy.' He glanced at the clock hanging just above the fireplace, 4:46. 'Four hours to throw a party?' the voice in Spike's head asked in disbelief, 'You can't do it.'
"The hell I can't!" Spike shouted aloud. He jumped off the couch and set to work.
"This is pointless." Willow complained. "It has no points, it's round!"
"Calm down, honey." Tara smiled sweetly at her girlfriend.
"I don't want to calm down." Willow laughed, "I've had four iced mochas from the Espresso Pump, I can't calm down, I'm on a sugar rush!"
Both Tara and Willow burst into synchronized fits of hysteria. They collapsed on the bed they shared, each clutching their stomachs. The laughter continued for nearly 10 minutes before it died, leaving the Wiccas lying on the bed, smiling brightly. Both were content to just lay there for the rest of their lives, but the phone rang, forcing Willow to get up. She grumbled and groaned as she made her way across the room to the nightstand where the phone sat. She picked up the receiver and tried to sound as pleasant as possible.
"Hello?"
"Red?" the voice on the other side asked.
"Spike?" Willow asked eyes widening. "Spike since when do you call me?" Tara climbed off the bed and joined the girl at the mention of Spike's name.
"Well I'm not going to make a habit of it, trust me, but I need to ask you a favor." Spike bit his bottom lip as he spoke. He hated admitting he needed help, and hated it even more to ask any one of the Scoobies, but he was desperate.
"Sure," Willow answered, "what'd you need?"
"I was thinking, um, well, do you think Buffy would like a baby shower?"
Willow was taken aback. She and Tara had been talking about just that lately, they had decided to throw her a surprise party next week. "Y- yeah." She stumbled, "She'd love it. Actually Tara and I were planning a little party next week."
"What do you think about a little party tonight?" Spike asked, desperately hoping she would agree.
"Tonight?" Willow asked.
"Tonight?" Tara echoed.
"Tonight." Spike confirmed. The tone of their voices had caused him to feel both uncertain and almost embarrassed. What was he thinking? Could he really pull this off? "What d'you think?"
Willow didn't answer, but merely stared at Tara. 'Spike wants to throw Buffy a surprise baby shower tonight. Can we pull this off?' she asked her girlfriend using their newfound practice of telepathy.
'A baby shower?' Tara asked. 'Tonight?'
"When?" Willow asked into the phone.
"Slayer and Bit went off to a movie, said they'd be back around nine." Spike explained.
'Nine,' Willow told Tara mentally, 'that'll give us less than four hours.'
'What do you think, Willow?'
The witch stared long and hard at the space just above Tara's head. Buffy was her best friend, had been since they were sixteen. She'd saved her life more times than Willow could count. She'd do anything for Buffy, anything at all.
"What do you need us to do?" Willow asked Spike.
Spike paced back and forth in front of the door, awaiting Willow and Tara's arrival. He had hung up with them nearly an hour ago. Much to Spike's surprise, Tara and Willow had agreed to help him with the party. They were probably out buying streamers, balloons, the whole bloody lot, right now.
He'd also called the Watcher, demon girl and the whelp, and they all said they'd be there after they had a sufficient amount of research done. Which could mean they would be there all night.
Spike continued to pace in front of the door, chewing anxiously on his bottom lip. He had no idea why he was so worried about this party going right, not ten years ago he would ripped the limbs off of every last Scooby including the Slayer, and now here he was trying his best to impress and be accepted by them. What had become of the Big Bad that desecrated half of Europe along side Drusilla?
'He got a soddin' chip rammed into his brain.' Spike thought with remorse. 'I'm still the Big Bad, I'm just-'
'House broken?' the little voice nagged. 'Face it, you've been tamed, domesticated.'
'Have not.' Spike argued with himself. There could have been an all out fight were it not for a knock at the front door. Spike rushed over, hoping it was the witches. He flung the door to open to find a beautiful young woman standing on his porch.
"Can I help you?" Spike asked, casually looking past the woman to see if Tara and Willow had brought a friend.
"Spike?" she asked, "Spike is that you?"
"Maybe." Spike answered wearily. "Depends on who wants to know." He looked the woman in front of him over; she sparked some feeling recognition, but Spike just couldn't place her. 'Could be that chit I turned in Portugal.'
"Spike." The woman pushed passed him and walked into the house like she owned it.
'Nope, not a vamp.' "Listen, I don't know who you are and I bloody don't appreciate people I don't know trampling in my house. So if you don't mind," Spike pushed the door open as far as it would go, "get your bloody arse out!"
"Geez Spike." She sighed, "Your memory isn't the greatest is it? You seriously don't remember me?" Spike merely stared at the woman blankly. "Sunnydale High? Spike it's me!" Again with the blank stare. "Cordelia!"
Suddenly his memory worked again. Cordelia, one of the Slayer's mates, she was always the annoying, clingy one. "Bloody hell," Spike sighed. He'd once trapped her and Red in a closet while looking for the Slayer. Last he heard of her, the Whelp said she was working in L.A. with-
"Hello Spike." A male voice greeted.
Spike turned slowly; he already knew who was behind him, but turning around only verify what he feared.
There he stood, taller than Spike, and broader; the attitude of a prisoner in exile, and the face of an angel.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Spike sneered.
"Oh don't seem so happy to see me." Angel said, stepping inside the Summers' home. He moved passed Spike without a sideward glance. "Where's Buffy?" he asked casually.
"Not home." Spike snapped, he slammed the door shut angrily, knowing he couldn't make Angel leave even if he tried. "Why are you looking for the Slayer?"
"We've got a little problem." Cordy said stepping between the two vampires.
"What's it matter to you?" Angel asked, wondering why Spike was at Buffy's house when she wasn't there. "What are you house sitting or something?"
'He doesn't know.' Spike thought triumphantly. 'I've got a secret over Peaches, one that's sure to piss him off.' A sly smile spread across Spike's face, but he hid it quickly, not wanting to tip off his guests. "I, uh, had a bit of info I thought the Slayer could use, and decided to drop by. I just walked in a few minutes before you came barging about."
"Maybe we should find Giles." Cordy suggested to Angel. "He might know what happened."
"What are you talking about?" Spike asked, feeling left out of the bloody loop.
"Cordelia's visions have stopped." Angel explained. "But during her last one, she said she saw someone, a girl."
"And Buffy. She was there too." Cordelia added, feeling incredibly helpful.
"Don't know anything about that such stuff." Spike mumbled, and it was the truth. "Go find the Watcher, he'll be down at the Magic Box, it's on Main Street, can't miss it."
Cordelia looked over her shoulder at Angel. "What do you think?" she asked.
"Giles and I have never gotten along that well." Angel admitted.
"Well imagine that!" Spike sang with fake astonishment. "Someone doesn't like Peaches. Who would've guessed?"
Cordelia snickered at the remark, earning an estranged look from her vampire companion. She quickly turned the giggle into a couch, waving her hand for emphasis. Angel merely glared at Spike, suddenly remembering why he had objected to coming here. He glanced around the living room then back at Cordy. "We'll wait." He said simply, moving into the living room and taking a seat on the couch.
Cordy brushed passed Spike, a sympathetic smile on her face and sat next to Angel. Though she would never admit it, Cordelia knew just how obnoxious and ill-tempered Angel could be at times. She had pointed it out to him a few times, but he had been so irritated by it that she quickly amended and left the room. It was never brought up since, for fear of losing some limbs.
"Of course you will." Spike mumbled to himself. 'This should be interesting.'
Rating: R
Pairing: Buffy/Spike (did you think otherwise?)
** Author's Notes: Sorry this took so long guys, but I kinda lost my floppy disk. And me being the stupid person I am didn't make a copy or anything. Yeah I know, pretty dumb, but what can I say I'm a risk taker. **
"Got a surprise for you luv." Spike sang as he let himself into the house that he and Buffy now shared. He threw his duster over the banister and strode into the living room. "Slayer?" he called, not finding her in the living room. He checked the kitchen, dining room, her room, and Bit's room, but still no Buffy. "Slayer!" Spike yelled, panic starting to rise within him, "Bit!" He hadn't seen either of them all day; some nonsense about a soddin' 'Sisterly Bonding Day'. Jogging from room to room, the vampire was starting to become frantic. He was checking the kitchen for the third time before he saw the small piece of paper attached to the fridge with a magnet. Spike snatched the paper and quickly read the note:
Spike, Dawn and I came home but you weren't back yet, so we decided to head to a movie around 3. Should be back around 9 or so. You can stop freaking out now. We're both fine. Have fun, Buffy & Dawn
Spike released an overdramatic sigh of relief. He crumbled the paper and threw it into the trash. 'Bloody heart almost stopped,' He complained to himself, 'not that it was beating to begin with. And what kind of movie are they seeing that's 6 bloody hours long?!' Spike pulled a fresh bag of blood from the refrigerator, poured the contents into a clean mug, and popped it into the microwave. He set the timer and waited patiently for it to beep. Spike grabbed the warm mug and made his way to the living room. Passions was on in 10 minutes and he'd be damned if he missed it.
Throwing himself down on the sofa, Spike picked up the remote and began surfing through channels; commercial, commercial, cartoons, commercial, and finally Passions. Spike sipped his blood, grimacing slightly at the taste. He despised pig's blood, but since the Initiative put that handy little chip in his brain, he couldn't have real human blood. So it was pig's blood for him now.
Again, there were more commercials gracing the TV screen. Spike watched in humor as a dozen or so cats, galloped through a small town, advertising cat food. Then the screen went black and another commercial came on. But this one wasn't humorous; it was a commercial for a store that had just opened in town, a party store.
'What will they come up with next?' Spike thought to himself as he watched the images flash by. Kids at a birthday party, swinging at a colorful piñata, people gathered for a wedding shower, the bride and groom in the center, and a pregnant, very pregnant woman in the middle of a group of friends opening gifts.
He'd never thought of that. Spike hadn't even thrown Buffy a baby shower. It was a tradition; at least among humans it was, to throw a party for a mother-to-be. 'I should do this.' Spike thought, light bulb appearing in his mind. 'I will. I'll throw a surprise baby shower for Buffy.' He glanced at the clock hanging just above the fireplace, 4:46. 'Four hours to throw a party?' the voice in Spike's head asked in disbelief, 'You can't do it.'
"The hell I can't!" Spike shouted aloud. He jumped off the couch and set to work.
"This is pointless." Willow complained. "It has no points, it's round!"
"Calm down, honey." Tara smiled sweetly at her girlfriend.
"I don't want to calm down." Willow laughed, "I've had four iced mochas from the Espresso Pump, I can't calm down, I'm on a sugar rush!"
Both Tara and Willow burst into synchronized fits of hysteria. They collapsed on the bed they shared, each clutching their stomachs. The laughter continued for nearly 10 minutes before it died, leaving the Wiccas lying on the bed, smiling brightly. Both were content to just lay there for the rest of their lives, but the phone rang, forcing Willow to get up. She grumbled and groaned as she made her way across the room to the nightstand where the phone sat. She picked up the receiver and tried to sound as pleasant as possible.
"Hello?"
"Red?" the voice on the other side asked.
"Spike?" Willow asked eyes widening. "Spike since when do you call me?" Tara climbed off the bed and joined the girl at the mention of Spike's name.
"Well I'm not going to make a habit of it, trust me, but I need to ask you a favor." Spike bit his bottom lip as he spoke. He hated admitting he needed help, and hated it even more to ask any one of the Scoobies, but he was desperate.
"Sure," Willow answered, "what'd you need?"
"I was thinking, um, well, do you think Buffy would like a baby shower?"
Willow was taken aback. She and Tara had been talking about just that lately, they had decided to throw her a surprise party next week. "Y- yeah." She stumbled, "She'd love it. Actually Tara and I were planning a little party next week."
"What do you think about a little party tonight?" Spike asked, desperately hoping she would agree.
"Tonight?" Willow asked.
"Tonight?" Tara echoed.
"Tonight." Spike confirmed. The tone of their voices had caused him to feel both uncertain and almost embarrassed. What was he thinking? Could he really pull this off? "What d'you think?"
Willow didn't answer, but merely stared at Tara. 'Spike wants to throw Buffy a surprise baby shower tonight. Can we pull this off?' she asked her girlfriend using their newfound practice of telepathy.
'A baby shower?' Tara asked. 'Tonight?'
"When?" Willow asked into the phone.
"Slayer and Bit went off to a movie, said they'd be back around nine." Spike explained.
'Nine,' Willow told Tara mentally, 'that'll give us less than four hours.'
'What do you think, Willow?'
The witch stared long and hard at the space just above Tara's head. Buffy was her best friend, had been since they were sixteen. She'd saved her life more times than Willow could count. She'd do anything for Buffy, anything at all.
"What do you need us to do?" Willow asked Spike.
Spike paced back and forth in front of the door, awaiting Willow and Tara's arrival. He had hung up with them nearly an hour ago. Much to Spike's surprise, Tara and Willow had agreed to help him with the party. They were probably out buying streamers, balloons, the whole bloody lot, right now.
He'd also called the Watcher, demon girl and the whelp, and they all said they'd be there after they had a sufficient amount of research done. Which could mean they would be there all night.
Spike continued to pace in front of the door, chewing anxiously on his bottom lip. He had no idea why he was so worried about this party going right, not ten years ago he would ripped the limbs off of every last Scooby including the Slayer, and now here he was trying his best to impress and be accepted by them. What had become of the Big Bad that desecrated half of Europe along side Drusilla?
'He got a soddin' chip rammed into his brain.' Spike thought with remorse. 'I'm still the Big Bad, I'm just-'
'House broken?' the little voice nagged. 'Face it, you've been tamed, domesticated.'
'Have not.' Spike argued with himself. There could have been an all out fight were it not for a knock at the front door. Spike rushed over, hoping it was the witches. He flung the door to open to find a beautiful young woman standing on his porch.
"Can I help you?" Spike asked, casually looking past the woman to see if Tara and Willow had brought a friend.
"Spike?" she asked, "Spike is that you?"
"Maybe." Spike answered wearily. "Depends on who wants to know." He looked the woman in front of him over; she sparked some feeling recognition, but Spike just couldn't place her. 'Could be that chit I turned in Portugal.'
"Spike." The woman pushed passed him and walked into the house like she owned it.
'Nope, not a vamp.' "Listen, I don't know who you are and I bloody don't appreciate people I don't know trampling in my house. So if you don't mind," Spike pushed the door open as far as it would go, "get your bloody arse out!"
"Geez Spike." She sighed, "Your memory isn't the greatest is it? You seriously don't remember me?" Spike merely stared at the woman blankly. "Sunnydale High? Spike it's me!" Again with the blank stare. "Cordelia!"
Suddenly his memory worked again. Cordelia, one of the Slayer's mates, she was always the annoying, clingy one. "Bloody hell," Spike sighed. He'd once trapped her and Red in a closet while looking for the Slayer. Last he heard of her, the Whelp said she was working in L.A. with-
"Hello Spike." A male voice greeted.
Spike turned slowly; he already knew who was behind him, but turning around only verify what he feared.
There he stood, taller than Spike, and broader; the attitude of a prisoner in exile, and the face of an angel.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Spike sneered.
"Oh don't seem so happy to see me." Angel said, stepping inside the Summers' home. He moved passed Spike without a sideward glance. "Where's Buffy?" he asked casually.
"Not home." Spike snapped, he slammed the door shut angrily, knowing he couldn't make Angel leave even if he tried. "Why are you looking for the Slayer?"
"We've got a little problem." Cordy said stepping between the two vampires.
"What's it matter to you?" Angel asked, wondering why Spike was at Buffy's house when she wasn't there. "What are you house sitting or something?"
'He doesn't know.' Spike thought triumphantly. 'I've got a secret over Peaches, one that's sure to piss him off.' A sly smile spread across Spike's face, but he hid it quickly, not wanting to tip off his guests. "I, uh, had a bit of info I thought the Slayer could use, and decided to drop by. I just walked in a few minutes before you came barging about."
"Maybe we should find Giles." Cordy suggested to Angel. "He might know what happened."
"What are you talking about?" Spike asked, feeling left out of the bloody loop.
"Cordelia's visions have stopped." Angel explained. "But during her last one, she said she saw someone, a girl."
"And Buffy. She was there too." Cordelia added, feeling incredibly helpful.
"Don't know anything about that such stuff." Spike mumbled, and it was the truth. "Go find the Watcher, he'll be down at the Magic Box, it's on Main Street, can't miss it."
Cordelia looked over her shoulder at Angel. "What do you think?" she asked.
"Giles and I have never gotten along that well." Angel admitted.
"Well imagine that!" Spike sang with fake astonishment. "Someone doesn't like Peaches. Who would've guessed?"
Cordelia snickered at the remark, earning an estranged look from her vampire companion. She quickly turned the giggle into a couch, waving her hand for emphasis. Angel merely glared at Spike, suddenly remembering why he had objected to coming here. He glanced around the living room then back at Cordy. "We'll wait." He said simply, moving into the living room and taking a seat on the couch.
Cordy brushed passed Spike, a sympathetic smile on her face and sat next to Angel. Though she would never admit it, Cordelia knew just how obnoxious and ill-tempered Angel could be at times. She had pointed it out to him a few times, but he had been so irritated by it that she quickly amended and left the room. It was never brought up since, for fear of losing some limbs.
"Of course you will." Spike mumbled to himself. 'This should be interesting.'
