Buffy was practicing with Eva when she spun and her world continued to spin and she blacked out.

            "Mac!" Eva shrieked, catching Buffy before she hit the mats. Duncan came at a run out of his office at the obvious panic in Eva's voice. He saw her gently let Buffy down to lay on the floor. "What happened?" he asked and Eva looked at him in bewilderment.

            "She spun and then dropped."

            Mac checked Buffy's pulse, then was about to check her pupils when she jerked awake. "Why am I on the mats?" She asked.

            "You fainted."

            "I never faint. Eva must have gotten a luck hit."

            "Hah! I was never even close." Eva said in annoyance.

            Buffy sat up. "I feel ok. Must have forgotten breakfast."

            Duncan helped her stand and she swayed slightly, "Whoa. Who's moving the floor?" She asked faintly.

            "That's it, I'm called Adam." He snapped.

            "Mac don't. I'm ok, I'm telling you, I think I missed breakfast. Slayer metabolism is really fast." She closed her eyes and did a handstand then a walkover.

            "See! All better."

            Duncan's face showed his misgivings. "Ok, but I hope you're right."

            Everything went great until the next day. Buffy was standing and talking to the girls, Mac and Methos were chatting in the front of the dojo when the girls suddenly shouted in alarm.

            The men rushed in to see Teá supporting a limp Buffy in her arms.

            "Damn it! Again?" Mac asked.

            "What do you mean again?" Methos shot back and took Buffy from Teá and laid her on the mat.

            "She passed out yesterday too, blamed it on missing breakfast." Duncan said lamely.

            Methos was checking Buffy over when her eyes snapped open. "Oh Damn." She winced when she saw Methos' worried face.

            "What in the hell is going on?" he asked harshly.  "I'm fine. Really. Feel great, I just keep kissing the floor for some reason." Buffy sat up and Methos helped her stand.

            "Ooh, doing the earth spinny thing again." She said as she swayed.

            Methos swung her up in his arms and shot Duncan a look, "I'm taking her home." And they left.

            The girls looked at Duncan, "Slayers usually don't get sick." Riley said trying to reassure the sensei. Duncan frowned thoughtfully, then he started training.

            Methos checked her out and was forced to conclude Buffy was alright. There was nothing wrong that he could find.

            "Told ya so." Buffy snorted.

            "Ok, I deserved that." He said wryly and kissed her on the nose.

            Methos kept a weather eye on Buffy for the rest of the day, but didn't see anything to alarm him. He left her to go shopping and Buffy went to call Willow. They chatted and Buffy mentioned her fainting spells.

            "Are you pregnant?" she asked and Buffy laughed, "Not possible, he can't have children."

            "Oh." Willow was stumped, "OK. More protein, cut out the caffeine and take it easy. That's my 'doctory' advice." Willow said cheerfully.

            That night Methos and Buffy had a leisurely meal of shrimp stir fry, (Buffy kept stealing his shrimp), talking about what Joe called for, and about the girls. They made love and slept soundly. Methos got up in the morning, kissed a still sleeping Buffy and left for his appointment with Joe.

            Buffy woke up, stood and woke up again on the floor.

            "Sheesh, this is getting really old." She dragged herself up and thought about what Willow had. Nah, but just to check…. She got dressed then walked to the corner drug store. When she got there she frowned at the pregnancy tests, and randomly picked four. The clerk looked down at the tests, then up to her face. "Not sure are we?"

            "Oh I'm sure, just want to be totally sure." Buffy replied.

            Joe passed Methos a beer and leaned on the bar. "They're gonna assign you a watcher." Methos groaned, "Oh great. No more privacy." He whined and drank some more beer to make himself feel better.

            "So who is it?" he asked reluctantly.

            "It's between Ronald Clumper and Fred Simpson." Joe smiled mischievously then laughed at Methos' expression of horror.

            Methos then banged his head on the bar. "Arrgh, what a choice!"

            Joe chuckled, "Consider yourself forewarned. How's Buffy?"

            Methos grinned, "The best." He ignored his uneasiness at her fainting spells.

            "So, how is she gonna feel about getting peeped at?" Joe asked, drying some glasses as he talked.

            "Annoyed. She may rip off his arms if she catches him." The mental picture had both men chuckling.

            When Methos got home he tossed his keys on the table, shrugging out of his coat.

            "Buffy?"  no answer. "Buffy?" he called again.

            "In here."

            Methos walked into the bathroom to see Buffy sitting on the floor against the vanity. There were boxes and plastic things spread on the floor around her.

            "Buffy?" He looked at her pale face in concern.

            "Look." She handed him a pregnancy test, her face white as a sheet. He looked at it without comprehension.

            "We're pregnant." Buffy said.

            Methos sank to sit on the side of the tub, staring at the pregnancy test, remembering his dreams of Connor.

            "The prize." He whispered in sudden comprehension.

            "What?" Buffy asked.

            "I had a dream about Duncan's cousin Connor McLeod. He told me that I didn't have to be the last immortal to win the prize. He told me 'my prize is my hearts desire.'" Methos was stunned.

            "You wanted kids? How come you're not pregnant." Buffy grumbled as she started picking up the trash on the floor.

            "Don't you want children?" he asked quietly as he stood up, watching as she gathered the little boxes up.

            "You told me that you couldn't have kids, so I didn't dare dream." Buffy replied snappishly. She stood stiffly, her back to Methos then turned and wrapped herself around him. "I'm so not having this baby without being married." She mumbled.

            He lifted her chin with a fingertip, "As soon as possible."  Buffy's eyes filled with tears, "It's my heart's desire too, Methos. The kids, the white picket fence, all the things I didn't think I would ever have as a Slayer."  She wiped her eyes, "We're gonna to have a baby! Now I know why I kept kissing the floor." She said against his chest.

            "Some doctor I am." Methos sighed.

            Mac came home that night to find Methos and Buffy cuddled together on his couch, watching TV. "Don't you have your own place?" He complained mildly, going to the fridge and pulling out 2 beers and a Tab for Buffy.

            "We're running McLeod." Methos said seriously.

            Mac looked at him seriously, "Why now?"

            "Joe told me they're assigning a new watcher." Methos stood, his eyes pleading with his old friend to understand.

            "So new name too." Mac said flatly.

            Methos walked away to pace, "Do you remember the dream I told you about with Connor?"

            "Yes." Duncan said shortly.

            "Do you remember when he said my prize was my 'heart's desire'?"

            "Where are you going with this Methos?" Mac asked impatiently.

            "Buffy's pregnant."

            Mac's mouth opened in shock, then snapped closed. "We can't have children!" He replied weakly.

            "Tell the pregnancy test that." Buffy remarked tartly.

            Duncan swung around to stare at Buffy as all of the missing pieces clicked into place. Her fainting spells and Methos' dream. He shook his head and strode over and wrapped his friend in a bear hug. "Congratulations Methos." He pulled away and went and gave Buffy a kiss.

            "What can I do?" Mac asked.