Disclaimer: All the characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Fox,
etc... except of course the ones I make up.
Summary: Spike and Buffy are going to have a baby together!!! I know, I know, it's been done about a million times but I promise that this one is different. Anyway, it also deals with all different types of families that could exist in the Buffyverse.
Spoilers: None really
Continuity: It's the sequel to "Apocalypse now... Again". However, you don't really need to read it to understand this fic. It picks up a few weeks after where "Apocalypse Now... Again" leaves off.
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FAMILY
Chapter 1: Miracle
Buffy threw her pants with frustration and anger against her bedroom door. She sat down on her bed and groaned. Two months, it had only been two months and already some of her jeans didn't fit.
"Stupid pants."
Buffy looked out the window and admired the early November day. In Sunnydale, however, a November day didn't look all that different from September or even April. The Slayer turned her attention from the outside world and back to the issue at hand. She ran her fingers threw her hair and processed the information for the millionth time since she found out.
"I'm going to have a baby."
Well, first things first, she knew it was Spike's. That was unless it was some sort of fatherless child but that wasn't really possible. Not that a baby with a vampire was all that possible, but it seemed more plausible since it had happened at least once before.
Second, Willow was working on it anyway. There was no need to worry. Her best friend and sister were all over what was going on. They would find out and everything would be okay. Buffy would have this baby, something she never even thought possible, and everything would be fine.
There was a knock on the door and Buffy swirled around. "Come in."
Dawn opened the door and entered, followed by Willow who closed the door behind her. Buffy looked at them eagerly, her eyes begging for a bit of information about the origins of her unborn child. Dawn avoided her sister's eyes and Willow frowned and shook her head.
"Nothing."
"Nothing?"
"Not a thing," Dawn told her. "We started looking in ancient texts and stuff that spoke about Angel's son, Connor, but that was all about him. So, we started looking elsewhere and-"
"Nothing," Willow finished Dawn's sentence, "nada, zilch, zero, none. The one time you need a little prophetic information..."
"Maybe it's not prophecy," Buffy said.
"What?" Willow asked, furrowing her brow.
"I mean, what if it's not a miracle? What if he's changing? What if he's becoming more human."
Willow and Dawn shot each other a look that signaled to Buffy that she was being way too hopeful.
"So much for wishful thinking," she sighed.
"No Buffy," the younger slayer said softly, sitting next to Buffy and taking her hand, "it's not wrong of you. You should be wishful. This is your baby. The impossible is growing inside you. No one is gonna laugh at you for being optimistic."
The doorbell rang and Dawn jumped up. She smiled like a young girl in love would and she planted a sweet kiss on her sister's cheek.
"That's Dave. I'll be back by curfew," she told the Slayer and the witch as she ran from the room happily to her boyfriend.
Buffy sighed again, heavily and more tiredly this time. "My jeans don't fit," she whined to her best friend, who pouted sympathetically.
"I know, Buffy, I know."
"What am going to do, Will? I haven't even told him yet."
Willow shrugged and plopped down onto Buffy's bed. "It can wait a few more weeks, Buffy, I wouldn't worry about it."
"He has to know though. He's the father; he has a right to know."
"Of course he does! I'm just saying that maybe you should wait to tell him until we know more about what's going on."
Buffy fell backward onto her pillows. "I guess you're right."
"And when am I not?" Willow asked with a laugh.
"Do you really want me to answer that?"
The redhead rolled her eyes emphatically before changing the subject completely. "Do you still need me and Tara to patrol tonight?"
"Yeah, that would be great thanks."
"No problem- oh! Damn!" Willow swore, lightly slapping her hand to her forehead.
"Tara can't come, she has some sort of teacher-conference thingy."
Buffy shrugged, "so what? Spike can go with."
"I don't know, Buffy. I'm not to good with the whole secret thing."
"Sure you are." Willow raised her brow. "Look, Willow, just do it, okay. I really need this from you right now."
"Alright, alright."
"That's my Willow," Buffy said with a smile. "Now, before you go, do you think we could do a quick run to the mall for some new pants?"
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"You okay?"
Willow took Spike's hands as he helped her up to her feet, and steadied her so that she could stand alone. She brushed herself off and looked up and down from her toes to each of her arms.
"Still got all my limbs, so yeah, I'm all good."
"Had enough for tonight?" Spike asked her with a slight chuckle. "I can finish alone you know."
"I'm fine!" Willow insisted. "I'm all about the killin'... in a good way."
Spike nodded. "Shall we, then?"
"We shall," Willow replied. The second she took a step she stumbled and Spike had to catch her.
"You've had enough," he told her matter-of-factly, "let's just take you home, Red."
"Okay. I can do that. Home is a good. But stay, okay? At the house, I mean. You should spend some time with Buffy."
"Any special reason?"
Willow blushed and avoided his eyes. "No," she lied sheepishly.
"Will..."
"It's just that, I don't know, you two were originally supposed to have the house to yourselves tonight and I think she's a little disappointed that you didn't." Good one, she thought to herself, nice cover.
"Alright then," he said with a sly smile. "I can't think of a single reason why not."
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Buffy giggled happily as she stood with Spike's face buried in the hollow of her neck. He kissed the tender spot, and she grabbed the bottom of his black T-shirt and pulled it off over his head. The Slayer ran her dainty fingers over the smooth muscles of his bare chest and stopped her hands at his abdomen. Spike put his hands gently on the sides of her face and pulled her lips back onto his.
This intensity of their kiss grew and Buffy wrapped her arms around the vampire's body. She leaned backward so that they both fell onto her bed. Spike took his lips from Buffy's again and gently pulled her nightshirt off. She smiled wickedly as he leaned down and kissed the smooth skin right above her navel.
Buffy ran her fingers through Spike's now long, dirty-blonde hair. "I love- "
"Shh!" Spike quieted her. "Stop talking."
Spike turned his head and placed his ear on Buffy's stomach. His head jerked up and confusion and anger flared in his eyes.
"There's two," he told her.
"Two?" Buffy asked, as if she didn't know.
"Heartbeats. There are... there are two. There's something inside... something growing inside you." He paused, "did you know about this?"
Buffy looked away from him, her cheeks flushing bright red with shame. "Yes."
Spike just stared at her, his deep blue eyes demanding an explanation.
"I'm pregnant, Spike."
"Oh."
"I'm so sorry! I'm so, so sorry! I should have told you earlier. I should have-"
"Whose is it?"
Buffy looked up at Spike, whose eyes were filling with tears. She took a moment to consider his question, and then realized what he was implying.
"WHAT? How can you even ask that?"
"How can I not?" He replied coldly, his voice low and cruel.
"Yours," she told him. "Though I don't feel like I should even have to answer that. I mean, don't you trust me?"
"I don't know who I trust. Never was to good with the whole subject," Spike pulled on his shirt and boots and walked to the door saying, "once love's bitch, always love's bitch."
Buffy was so horrified by what had just happened that she couldn't even move herself to stop Spike from leaving. She didn't understand how she could allow it to go like that. She should have been honest, she should have been careful... mostly she realized that she just should have been more honest.
Spike threw on his leather duster and walked outside, grabbing his hair with both hands; he took a moment to try and organize his thoughts. He didn't know what to do. That baby couldn't be his, could it? It wasn't even possible. It had happened before he knew, but Angel was special. Angel and Darla together were special.
And what was he? He wasn't special. He was just... Spike. He was William the Bloody awful poet and nothing more. He was anything but special. Not special enough, he thought, it's never enough for her.
Spike topped and looked up. Apparently his feet had taken him to the entrance of Willy's bar. Spike shrugged to himself.
"Why the hell not?"
He walked inside to see the usual sort of crown sitting around the bar. Willy was holding a wet rag and wiping down the countertops when he saw Spike come in.
"Spike! Hey buddy, long time no see. What brings you to my neck of the woods?"
"Lady troubles," the vampire mumbled. "As always."
"I see," Willy told him sympathetically. "What can I get for you? It's on the house."
"Actually, I came to get something. Been keeping it with you for a while, eh?
Willy smiled. "Sure has. But I got it of course, never say your friend Willy doesn't come through for you."
Spike nodded mock-gratuitously and smiled reluctantly. Willy dropped the dirty rag and walked out to the alley behind the bar. Spike followed and was happy to see that his possession had in fact been kept safe.
He walked over to it and ran his hand over the smooth leather seat. He smiled to himself but his pleasantries with the motorcycle were interrupted by Willy's obnoxious voice.
"So what do you need it for anyway?"
"Gotta visit and old friend," he said, as he hopped onto the seat and rode away.
TBC...
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A new story, how exciting! Anyway, you know the drill... please please please review!
Summary: Spike and Buffy are going to have a baby together!!! I know, I know, it's been done about a million times but I promise that this one is different. Anyway, it also deals with all different types of families that could exist in the Buffyverse.
Spoilers: None really
Continuity: It's the sequel to "Apocalypse now... Again". However, you don't really need to read it to understand this fic. It picks up a few weeks after where "Apocalypse Now... Again" leaves off.
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FAMILY
Chapter 1: Miracle
Buffy threw her pants with frustration and anger against her bedroom door. She sat down on her bed and groaned. Two months, it had only been two months and already some of her jeans didn't fit.
"Stupid pants."
Buffy looked out the window and admired the early November day. In Sunnydale, however, a November day didn't look all that different from September or even April. The Slayer turned her attention from the outside world and back to the issue at hand. She ran her fingers threw her hair and processed the information for the millionth time since she found out.
"I'm going to have a baby."
Well, first things first, she knew it was Spike's. That was unless it was some sort of fatherless child but that wasn't really possible. Not that a baby with a vampire was all that possible, but it seemed more plausible since it had happened at least once before.
Second, Willow was working on it anyway. There was no need to worry. Her best friend and sister were all over what was going on. They would find out and everything would be okay. Buffy would have this baby, something she never even thought possible, and everything would be fine.
There was a knock on the door and Buffy swirled around. "Come in."
Dawn opened the door and entered, followed by Willow who closed the door behind her. Buffy looked at them eagerly, her eyes begging for a bit of information about the origins of her unborn child. Dawn avoided her sister's eyes and Willow frowned and shook her head.
"Nothing."
"Nothing?"
"Not a thing," Dawn told her. "We started looking in ancient texts and stuff that spoke about Angel's son, Connor, but that was all about him. So, we started looking elsewhere and-"
"Nothing," Willow finished Dawn's sentence, "nada, zilch, zero, none. The one time you need a little prophetic information..."
"Maybe it's not prophecy," Buffy said.
"What?" Willow asked, furrowing her brow.
"I mean, what if it's not a miracle? What if he's changing? What if he's becoming more human."
Willow and Dawn shot each other a look that signaled to Buffy that she was being way too hopeful.
"So much for wishful thinking," she sighed.
"No Buffy," the younger slayer said softly, sitting next to Buffy and taking her hand, "it's not wrong of you. You should be wishful. This is your baby. The impossible is growing inside you. No one is gonna laugh at you for being optimistic."
The doorbell rang and Dawn jumped up. She smiled like a young girl in love would and she planted a sweet kiss on her sister's cheek.
"That's Dave. I'll be back by curfew," she told the Slayer and the witch as she ran from the room happily to her boyfriend.
Buffy sighed again, heavily and more tiredly this time. "My jeans don't fit," she whined to her best friend, who pouted sympathetically.
"I know, Buffy, I know."
"What am going to do, Will? I haven't even told him yet."
Willow shrugged and plopped down onto Buffy's bed. "It can wait a few more weeks, Buffy, I wouldn't worry about it."
"He has to know though. He's the father; he has a right to know."
"Of course he does! I'm just saying that maybe you should wait to tell him until we know more about what's going on."
Buffy fell backward onto her pillows. "I guess you're right."
"And when am I not?" Willow asked with a laugh.
"Do you really want me to answer that?"
The redhead rolled her eyes emphatically before changing the subject completely. "Do you still need me and Tara to patrol tonight?"
"Yeah, that would be great thanks."
"No problem- oh! Damn!" Willow swore, lightly slapping her hand to her forehead.
"Tara can't come, she has some sort of teacher-conference thingy."
Buffy shrugged, "so what? Spike can go with."
"I don't know, Buffy. I'm not to good with the whole secret thing."
"Sure you are." Willow raised her brow. "Look, Willow, just do it, okay. I really need this from you right now."
"Alright, alright."
"That's my Willow," Buffy said with a smile. "Now, before you go, do you think we could do a quick run to the mall for some new pants?"
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"You okay?"
Willow took Spike's hands as he helped her up to her feet, and steadied her so that she could stand alone. She brushed herself off and looked up and down from her toes to each of her arms.
"Still got all my limbs, so yeah, I'm all good."
"Had enough for tonight?" Spike asked her with a slight chuckle. "I can finish alone you know."
"I'm fine!" Willow insisted. "I'm all about the killin'... in a good way."
Spike nodded. "Shall we, then?"
"We shall," Willow replied. The second she took a step she stumbled and Spike had to catch her.
"You've had enough," he told her matter-of-factly, "let's just take you home, Red."
"Okay. I can do that. Home is a good. But stay, okay? At the house, I mean. You should spend some time with Buffy."
"Any special reason?"
Willow blushed and avoided his eyes. "No," she lied sheepishly.
"Will..."
"It's just that, I don't know, you two were originally supposed to have the house to yourselves tonight and I think she's a little disappointed that you didn't." Good one, she thought to herself, nice cover.
"Alright then," he said with a sly smile. "I can't think of a single reason why not."
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Buffy giggled happily as she stood with Spike's face buried in the hollow of her neck. He kissed the tender spot, and she grabbed the bottom of his black T-shirt and pulled it off over his head. The Slayer ran her dainty fingers over the smooth muscles of his bare chest and stopped her hands at his abdomen. Spike put his hands gently on the sides of her face and pulled her lips back onto his.
This intensity of their kiss grew and Buffy wrapped her arms around the vampire's body. She leaned backward so that they both fell onto her bed. Spike took his lips from Buffy's again and gently pulled her nightshirt off. She smiled wickedly as he leaned down and kissed the smooth skin right above her navel.
Buffy ran her fingers through Spike's now long, dirty-blonde hair. "I love- "
"Shh!" Spike quieted her. "Stop talking."
Spike turned his head and placed his ear on Buffy's stomach. His head jerked up and confusion and anger flared in his eyes.
"There's two," he told her.
"Two?" Buffy asked, as if she didn't know.
"Heartbeats. There are... there are two. There's something inside... something growing inside you." He paused, "did you know about this?"
Buffy looked away from him, her cheeks flushing bright red with shame. "Yes."
Spike just stared at her, his deep blue eyes demanding an explanation.
"I'm pregnant, Spike."
"Oh."
"I'm so sorry! I'm so, so sorry! I should have told you earlier. I should have-"
"Whose is it?"
Buffy looked up at Spike, whose eyes were filling with tears. She took a moment to consider his question, and then realized what he was implying.
"WHAT? How can you even ask that?"
"How can I not?" He replied coldly, his voice low and cruel.
"Yours," she told him. "Though I don't feel like I should even have to answer that. I mean, don't you trust me?"
"I don't know who I trust. Never was to good with the whole subject," Spike pulled on his shirt and boots and walked to the door saying, "once love's bitch, always love's bitch."
Buffy was so horrified by what had just happened that she couldn't even move herself to stop Spike from leaving. She didn't understand how she could allow it to go like that. She should have been honest, she should have been careful... mostly she realized that she just should have been more honest.
Spike threw on his leather duster and walked outside, grabbing his hair with both hands; he took a moment to try and organize his thoughts. He didn't know what to do. That baby couldn't be his, could it? It wasn't even possible. It had happened before he knew, but Angel was special. Angel and Darla together were special.
And what was he? He wasn't special. He was just... Spike. He was William the Bloody awful poet and nothing more. He was anything but special. Not special enough, he thought, it's never enough for her.
Spike topped and looked up. Apparently his feet had taken him to the entrance of Willy's bar. Spike shrugged to himself.
"Why the hell not?"
He walked inside to see the usual sort of crown sitting around the bar. Willy was holding a wet rag and wiping down the countertops when he saw Spike come in.
"Spike! Hey buddy, long time no see. What brings you to my neck of the woods?"
"Lady troubles," the vampire mumbled. "As always."
"I see," Willy told him sympathetically. "What can I get for you? It's on the house."
"Actually, I came to get something. Been keeping it with you for a while, eh?
Willy smiled. "Sure has. But I got it of course, never say your friend Willy doesn't come through for you."
Spike nodded mock-gratuitously and smiled reluctantly. Willy dropped the dirty rag and walked out to the alley behind the bar. Spike followed and was happy to see that his possession had in fact been kept safe.
He walked over to it and ran his hand over the smooth leather seat. He smiled to himself but his pleasantries with the motorcycle were interrupted by Willy's obnoxious voice.
"So what do you need it for anyway?"
"Gotta visit and old friend," he said, as he hopped onto the seat and rode away.
TBC...
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A new story, how exciting! Anyway, you know the drill... please please please review!