I don't own BTVS or AtS. I've done everything, but make human sacrifices for the chance to get them and still... they aren't mine. I don't own most of the characters in this story, but the ones I do own I take care of... one way or another. *grins evilly* Oh what a twisted web we weave, when we try writing fanfiction while going to work and school... *sighs* I'm so tired. Anyway, I'm coming close to the end of the story. I can feel it. Hope the story's not going the way you thought it would and that you're glad that it's not. On another note, Joss is a genius. Need I say more? Okay... He also has good taste in actors and has pretty eyes. *clears throat* Anyway, on that note, I suppose we shall be...

On with the show.

::Carpe Diem- Crisis, What Crisis?::

"Right on, little man." Spike put his palm out for Andy to slap. The little boy brought his palm down as hard as he could and Spike pulled back his hand, in feigned pain. "Wow, you're a strong one."

Lindsey grinned over at the two and sighed. "You shouldn't encourage him. He jabbered about how it felt good to talk back to mama, all the way home." Lindsey rubbed his thumb and forefinger, over his eyelids, and shook his head. "I can only imagine what it will be like when he's a teenager. I think Katie and I will have our hands full."

Spike leaned in and whispered something to Andy, which made the little boy laugh and nod his head. Andy ran over and jumped in Lindsey's lap, gripping him around the stomach. "I love you, Lindsey."

Lindsey looked down at the boy, in surprise, and hugged him back. "Did Spike tell you to say that?"

Andy shook his head and laughed. He pulled back and looked up at his father. "What should I call you?"

Lindsey shrugged. "Whatever you feel comfortable with."

"Uncle Daddy." Spike coughed.

Lindsey shot Spike a look and sighed. "If that's what he wants to call me then... okay." Lindsey covered up his son's ears and whispered, harshly. "But I will hold you totally responsible."

Spike grinned. "As long as you have a dedication for me in your life story, I don't care what you do."

Lindsey let go of his son's head and chuckled. "I could write a very interesting book."

"About a Snake?" Andy jumped up and down on Lindsey's lap, making the older man groan in discomfort.

"Well, I could have a snake in there." He grunted. "We'll name her Amy." Lindsey muttered, thoughtfully, while ruffling his son's hair.

Andy quirked a little brow, as he pulled back from his dad, and cocked his head to the side. "Amy, the snake?" Andy looked very perturbed with that idea. He shook his head, adamantly. "Leroy."

"Leroy, the snake?" Lindsey asked. He looked past his son's head, at Spike, and sighed. "Why is it that the snakes in stories are always male?"

Spike shrugged. "They're evil." He stated, matter-of-factly.

"Oh." Lindsey nodded and looked back at his son. "Leroy it is, then."

Connor walked into the room and looked in between Lindsey and Andy and then at Spike. "Have you guys seen Skittles?"

"I like Skittles." Andy told his daddy, who was ignoring him, at the moment.

Lindsey nodded his head, mindlessly, and watched the young man search around the room. He was looking under the bureau and the bed. He crawled all the way over to the closet and opened the door. A little black and white fur ball skittered across the floor and, before Lindsey could grab him, darted off of his lap and after the kitten. "Andy!"

Andy had shot out the door and down the hall, after the kitty, with Conner on his heels. Connor was running as fast as his feet could carry him, but the little boy was unnaturally fast, even for a six-year-old. "Hey, kid! If you hurt my cat, you're dad will be scraping you off the wall!"

Lindsey was trying to keep up with the boys, but it was no use. The hotel was a labyrinth of halls and the boys were super-humanly fast. Lindsey was merely humanly fast. He stopped to catch his breath and Spike sauntered up to his side. He took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh. "You don't think he will really hurt Andy, do you?"

Spike chewed on his bottom lip and shrugged. "Not if the kiddy keeps his hands and teeth off of the kitty. You don't think Andy will try and eat Skittles, do you?"

Lindsey shook his head. "Of course, not." Lindsey thought about it a moment. "I hope not."

"HA-OW!" The screech came from downstairs. It didn't exactly sound human. "ACHK!"

Lindsey and Spike jogged over to the stairs and hurried down to the bottom floor. What they saw when they got there almost made them fall down in laughter. Skittles was on top of a bookshelf, his claws digging into the wood and his back arched. Every hair on his little spine stood on end and his tail was puffed out like a duster. Connor stood under the cat, holding Andy's legs, in a vice like grip. Andy was gripping onto the bookshelf, for dear life. Three young males, each with a different agenda, and in the end, only one could win.

Connor pulled Andy enough to move the bookshelf and make the cat hiss at the both of them. "Let go!"

"You first!" Andy screamed at his attacker.

"You wish!" The teenager shrieked.

"What is going on here?" Angel walked out of the office and looked around the room, for the source of the commotion. "Connor, what are you doing? Let go of Andy."

Connor grunted and pulled the boy, again. "No!"

"No?" Angel asked, in wonder. Connor hadn't been much for talking back to him, as of late.

"Angel, do something." Lindsey pleaded with the vampire.

Angel looked at the man and scoffed. "Why should I be the one to do something? Your son is being a jerk, too."

"Well, your son is older and should know better!" Lindsey walked over to Angel and bucked up to him.

"My son was raised in hell, by an obsessive murderer. I think he's doing quite well!"

"And being raised in LA by you, would make a difference, how?"

Spike was watching both groups of males go at it and he wondered how he had gotten here. "Guys?" Spike took a deep breath and sighed. He walked over to the younger group of men and tapped Conner on the shoulder. The teenager let his hold loosen and looked at his 'brother'. Spike pointed at the father figures, behind him, and Conner shook his head, in frustration. "Andy, let go of the shelf." Spike admonished. The boy tightened his grip. "Come on, Andy. Let go and watch your daddy get his ass whooped."

Andy looked around at Spike, eyes wide. He looked past the bleached blonde man and gasped. "Daddy, don't fight! He squealed, in terror. Connor let go of the boy's legs, right before he let go of the shelf and tumbled to the ground. Andy jumped up off the floor and ran in front of Lindsey. He squeezed in between the two men and pushed his dad back a few feet. "Don't fight!" Andy yelled up at his dad and then started to cry.

Lindsey knelt down and pulled Andy into his arms. "It's okay, Andy. Angel and I will stop fighting."

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

Andy was repeating the little mantra, while Lindsey rubbed his back, soothingly. He looked up at Angel, who looked as uncomfortable as he felt. "It's okay, buddy."

"It was so fast and furry. I wanted to catch it. I wasn't gonna' eat it. I promise." Andy leaned back and crossed his heart, with his forefinger.

"I believe you." Lindsey smiled at the boy, who was rubbing the tears out of his eyes.

"I don't." Muttered Connor. He was still trying to get his kitten off of the shelf. He dragged a chair over to the bookshelf and got up on top of it, reaching as far as he could. The kitten ran to the other side and jumped off, onto the floor. It landed on its feet and then plopped down on its butt, stretching its back leg out as far as it could stretch and licking the underside. Connor leapt off of the chair and pounced on top of the kitty, pinning it to the ground. It howled and meowed, smacking Connor with his front paw.

Andy giggled, as he watched the kitten smack Connor in the face. He stopped laughing, after a moment, and then sighed. "I'm sorry for scaring you and your kitty, Connor."

Connor held the cat away from his face, so he wouldn't receive any major damage, and nodded. "Sure, kid. You know I wouldn't have really hurt you, right?"

"Yeah... I guess." Andy looked at his Daddy and nodded, conspiratorially.

Lindsey just smiled back and shook his head.

Angel scratched the back of his head, in confusion, and looked between his son and Lindsey's.

Spike watched his sire and chuckled, under his breath. "I'll tell you all about it, later."

Angel looked over at Spike and shook his head. "I don't want to know." Angel turned on his heel and headed back into the office, slamming the door behind him.

"What's the matter with him, Daddy Lindsey?" Andy asked, while burrowing his head into Lindsey's chest.

Lindsey looked up at Spike and they exchanged glances. "He's an ass." They both informed the boy.

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The shower had stopped ten minutes before. Katie leaned against her fluffy pillows and waited for Lindsey to step out of the, steam filled, bathroom. He was so predictable. Go in the bathroom, for a shower, jump in, and come out the door twenty minutes later. He would be clean, dry, clean-shaven, and, at least, half way dressed. Katie always loved that part. Lindsey looked good in whatever he wore. He looked sexy in suits and ties or sweatpants and t-shirts.

The door opened and Lindsey stepped out, steam billowing around him. "I feel so much better."

"You smell so much better, too." Katie smiled, pleasantly, and patted the bed next to her.

Lindsey padded over to the bed and jumped on it, landing on his side. He looked Katie over and smiled. "I like your dress." He said appreciatively.

"Damn it." Katie smacked her head against he pillow and groaned. "Cordelia was right." She glanced back at Lindsey and shook her head. "I tried telling her that I don't wear sundresses, but she insisted that I was built for them."

Lindsey nodded and rubbed the material between his thumb and forefinger. "She was right."

Katie sighed and her grin widened. "It's been so long since we have just sat down and talked. I missed it." Katie stopped to rub a hand down Lindsey' arm. "I missed you."

Lindsey sighed, as he scooted closer to Katie and buried his face into her side. "Andy's asleep and nobody is around." He muttered while smiling into Katie's ribs.

Katie chuckled and sighed. "You can't possibly want it, right now."

"I always want it." Lindsey informed his fiancé. He pet her hip, casually, and waited for her to give her okay.

Katie lay starring at the ceiling and then nodded. "All right." She sat up and pushed Lindsey away. "Flip over."

Lindsey grinned and turned over, onto his belly. He crossed his arms under his head and turned his neck to the side. "I love you."

Katie pulled her skirt up her thighs and straddled Lindsey's back. "You only think you love me, because you like my massages, so much." Katie reached down and kneaded Lindsey's shoulders.

Lindsey sighed, happily, and shook his head. "No, I love you. Even if you stopped giving me massages, I would still love you." Lindsey paused. "Not as much, of course."

Katie yanked a lock of Lindsey's hair, which made the man yelp. "Jerk."

"Yes, I am." Lindsey agreed. "You still love me, though."

"Always and forever." Katie agreed. "What was that commotion downstairs, earlier?" Katie asked, while pressing her elbow in between Lindsey's spin and shoulder blade. "I was soaking in the tub, when I heard this strange screeching sound."

"That was the kitty. Andy was trying to teethe on its tail." Lindsey groaned, in pleasure. "I'm rethinking the whole buying a massage chair, thing. If I get one, you may stop giving me massages."

"You buy one of those expensive massage chairs and I may stop giving you a lot of things." Katie rubbed harder on a knot she felt, under Lindsey's skin.

Lindsey hissed. "Point taken, darling. Now, quit attacking my spine."

Katie stopped rubbing Lindsey's back and collapsed forward, which only ended up knocking the air out of his lungs. She turned her face toward Lindsey's and smiled, sweetly. "My turn."

Lindsey smiled, slyly. "Can't we jus..."

The phone rang, cutting off Lindsey's train of thought. He sat up, which knocked Katie over to the side, where she fell backward and started to pout.

Lindsey gave Katie an apologetic look and picked up the phone. "Hello? Yes. Is she? She said what? No. Of course, not. All right. I'll come in, as soon as possible." Lindsey put the phone back on its cradle and lay back against the headboard, of the bed.

Katie knew something was wrong. Lindsey's face had turned pale and his eyes had become, unusually bright. "Lindsey, baby, what's wrong?"

"Missy is waking up. She wants to talk to me about something important." Lindsey stared down at his nails and sighed. They were short-- almost bitten to the quick.

"Lindsey?" Katie edged toward him and tried to touch his shoulder. He pulled away and stood up, walking around the bed and toward the door. "What does she want to talk about?"

Lindsey shrugged and looked Katie in the eyes. "I don't know, but she made it sound urgent." He turned away from her and headed out into the hall.

Katie shrunk back into the bed and shook her head. Lindsey was lying. She knew that much. Of all the things Lindsey could do, lie was not one of them. Well, at least, to her. Lying came second nature to Lindsey, but Katie knew him inside and out. There was nothing he could get past her... for long.

-Hehe... What would Missy have to say that would be so important? Hmm... review and I'll try to get it out quicker. Yes that is extortion, in the best sense. *holds out ruler* Don't make me use this!-

--The subtitle was Crisis What Crisis, which is a song by Super Tramp... Chelsea, you comment on my choices of music and I'll kill Vampire Kitty. I mean it. *holds out ruler, again*--