A/N Just wanted to thank you all for the reviews, and especially Tobert, who gave me a good idea, thanks!
Chapter 13
A Few Too Many
Buffy was still sleeping, Spike gently eased his arm out from under her, the hour was late, but night was his day, he quietly dressed and crept up the ladder, swearing softly as one of the rungs creaked, he looked down, Buffy stirred slightly but she didn't wake up. He carried on, just about to leave the crypt, he thought he'd better leave a note; he didn't want her prowling the graveyard looking for him. He scribbled a few lines and then he left, headed for Giles's apartment, he hoped Giles would be there and be alone, he didn't fancy disturbing a romantic tryst between Buffy's mentor and his mother-in-law.
Spike soon arrived at Giles's apartment complex, the place had always reminded him of a retirement home. He saw the soft glow of a lamp from within: at least Giles was still up. Spike knocked on the heavy wooden door; he heard the weary trudge of Giles's footsteps as he came to answer the door.
"Spike! What brings you here this time of the night?" asked Giles in surprise.
"Can we talk?" asked Spike
"Yes, I am alone, Joyce just left," said Giles.
Spike entered Giles's apartment.
"Got a drink mate?" asked Spike, a plan forming in his head.
"Yes why not, just got a new bottle of brandy, I'll get that you get the tumblers, you remember where everything is right?" asked Giles.
Spike snorted
"Should do by now," said Spike as he disappeared into the kitchen.
Giles poured them both a generous measure; he sat back on his green couch and sighed deeply.
"Rough day?" asked Spike.
"Could say that," said Giles
"Wanna talk about it?" asked Spike.
"It's nothing really," said Giles.
"It's ok I get it, secret slayer stuff, but do you think it's really fair putting on Buffy in her condition? She may be the slayer, but she in her third trimester, she looked terrible when she came back from here earlier," said Spike.
He noticed, Giles's glass was empty, so he poured him another. That soon disappeared, with the tiredness and the stress, Giles soon began to feel woozy, and he took of his glasses and laid them on the table.
"Really shouldn't shay," said Giles slightly slurring his words.
Spike grinned, it was working a treat, he poured more drinks, tipping his own in a nearby flowerpot.
"Come on mate, I won't tell a soul, and don't forget I don't have one," said Spike
"True, but Buffy will kill me," said Giles.
"Have another drink," Spike encouraged.
"Why not?" said Giles.
"Now what is it, I'm not suppose to know about? Asked Spike.
"The soldiers, the ones who put the chip in your brain, they want your baby," slurred Giles.
Spike dropped the bottle of brandy on the floor.
"How?" Was all he managed to get out.
"Don't know, how, but they want your child for some secret project, Buffy didn't want you to know, " said Giles.
"Why ever not? For God's sake!" exploded Spike.
"She was worried about you, afraid you'd do something stupid," Giles explained.
Spike picked the bottle up off the floor and gulped the liquid down, it burned at his throat, but he didn't care. It was so like Buffy to put him first, before herself and even her child. He sank down on the sofa as the liquor started to take effect.
"Silly bint," said Spike slugging back on the bottle.
"Have to agree with you on that one," said Giles.
"If I didn't have this chip in my brain, I'd go rip the heads off every one of those Initiative wankers," said Spike.
"I rather think that was what Buffy was afraid of," said Giles.
"Gotta get out of here, don't want Buffy being on her own," said Spike.
He picked up the bottle of brandy.
"Do you mind?" Asked Spike.
"By all means take it," said Giles, whose head was starting to ache.
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Spike weaved in and out of the tombstones, singing and swigging the brandy at the same time, he tripped over a large rock and fell flat on his face, amongst the cool grass, he picked himself up, even though he wanted to just lay there, even with his alcohol fogged brain, he knew such a decision could prove fatal, he dragged himself to his feet and carried on his journey home.
Buffy jumped as she heard the crypt door bang open, she felt the other side of the bed and found it empty. She leaned down and took Mr pointy out from under the bed. There was another loud crash, Buffy's heart was in her mouth as she quietly ascended the ladder, she peeked over the edge, and saw Spike in a crumpled heap on the crypt floor. She climbed up the rest of the ladder and rushed to his side.
"Was it a demon, were you attacked?" She asked feeling him all over.
"Oh, Buffy you wanna do that some more?" he leered.
Buffy sniffed the air.
"You're drunk," she accused.
"Only a little bit," slurred Spike.
Buffy took the bottle out of his hand.
"I know this brand, you've been to see Giles haven't you?" she asked
"Maybe, why didn't you tell me Buffy?" He asked.
"You didn't ask, you know I wouldn't be able to lie to you," she replied.
She looked at her spouse, his eyes were closed, he was fast asleep, she put the brandy bottle in the trash and got a blanket and covered him up, they would have to talk later, she wasn't looking forward to it.
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Spike woke, his cheek was pressed against the cold stone floor of the crypt, his head felt like all the demons of hell had taken up tap dancing on it.
He saw a pair of slipper clad feet standing next to him, his eyes travelled up her body. Buffy looked at him accusingly.
"Morning Buffy love," he groaned.
"Head hurt sweetheart?" she asked sweetly.
"Yes," he replied.
"Good, serves you right," she said walking off into their kitchen area.
"Spoken like a true wife," said Spike struggling to his feet.
Buffy shoved a mug of black coffee under his nose.
"Here this might help," she said
Spike turned slightly green, but took it anyway. He sipped at the hot liquid, feeling slightly better.
"We need to talk," he said squinting at her.
Buffy sighed.
"Yes, just what did Giles tell you last night?" she asked.
"Everything, but don't blame him, it was my fault, I got him drunk," Spike explained
"You're right, it's my fault I should have told you, husbands and wives shouldn't keep things from each other, it was my bad," said Buffy.
Spike walked over to her, still a little unsteady on his feet, he stroked her cheek.
"Buffy, love, you and the baby are all that matters to me in this world, it is only right that I should want to protect you both, with out you I am nothing," he said shakily.
"I'm scared Spike," she admitted.
He picked her up and cradled her in his arms, like the baby she was carrying.
"Sshh, pet, while I am living or should I say unliving, I won't let them bastards get their hands on you," he said determinedly.
"Make love to me Spike," she said pressing her lips to his.
"Might take awhile with this headache, but I am sure I can rise to the occasion," he replied.
He carried her over to the ladder and set her on her feet.
"We really must get some proper stairs put in here," she giggled.
"Oh, and deprive me of looking up your skirt when you climb the ladder," he pouted.
"You are a bad rude man, William Lovejoy," she smiled
"And don't you just love it," he grinned.
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They lay together on their big bed, the closeness almost a tangible presence. Spike had his arm around her, she stared into space, absentmindedly-drawing circles on his arm. She had decided not to go into college that day, preferring to stay in the safety of Spike's arms. It was late afternoon, not long before the sun would be setting.
"I've been thinking love," said Spike
"Well that's a first," she joked.
"Hey, I'll let that one pass, this time," he said
"What about?" she encouraged
"I need to get work, some kind of work that means I can be home at nights, I am not leaving you alone at night, that seems to be the Initiative's favourite time to attack," he said.
"So what did you have in mind?" she asked.
"We could have sex all night long so the initiative wouldn't want to capture us because we would be naked," he grinned.
Buffy elbowed him in the ribs
"Oh Spike, you're bad," she said grinning.
"I'm proud of it too, no seriously, I am thinking of taking up writing again," he replied
"Poetry?" she asked
"No, I was never much good at that, I was thinking more along the lines of a series of stories based on my life as a vampire, you know before I reformed," he said.
"Wouldn't that be a bit icky?" she asked
"Well some of it would, but for the right readership we could make a lot of money, I want to go see Giles, he has an old typewriter hanging about the place, I'm sure he would lend it to me, if he doesn't I'll just nick it," said Spike.
Buffy turned and frowned at him. Spike rolled his eyes.
"Ok, I'll ask, but it's not very evil is it?" he replied
"That's the whole idea, we'd better get dressed and go pay Giles's a visit," sighed Buffy.
"Yes and after that, you are coming to work with me, if you stay in the back room, you should be safe, any way it's always quiet on a Monday night," said Spike.
"A girl could get used to all this attention," she smiled.
"Well how about we go visit the old guy later, while I give you some more attention?" he asked.
"Ok, I was feeling rather neglected," she pouted.
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Giles opened the door to Buffy and Spike, it was quite dark outside as the hour had run into two hours. Giles held up his hands defensively at the sight of his slayer.
"It's okay Giles, Spike explained everything to me," said Buffy.
"Oh, well that's okay then," said Giles relieved.
"Haven't come by to talk about that, well not much," said Buffy.
"Yeah, wanted to borrow your type writer mate," said Spike.
"What ever for?" asked Giles.
Spike knocked on Giles head.
"To type with, that alcohol must have killed off your remaining brain cell," said Spike.
"Spike!" said Buffy warningly.
"Um, yes, of course, I think it's behind one of those boxes," said Giles pointing to a corner of the room.
Spike walked over to the many boxes, tipping some of them over.
"Be careful with those," said Giles getting annoyed.
"Found it!" said Spike triumphantly, blowing the dust off it.
"Look after it, it's an antique," said Giles.
"Kinda like me, I am sure I had one of these back in the Victorian times," said Spike.
"Well we have to be going, I am going to work with Spike tonight," said Buffy.
"Good Idea, I've told the rest of the gang what's going on, so they will be on the look out too," said Giles.
"Thanks, it really means a lot to me," she said giving Giles a hug.
They exited Giles's apartment, Spike sniffed the air, he silently mouthed to Buffy, she looked where he pointed to, she took her stake out of her pocket, and dragged the person out of the bushes.
"Forrest! What are you doing here? Have you been following us? And if so Why?" she asked.
TBC