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. Also, I just thought I'd point out that Tara is alive and with Willow, both witches are living with Buffy. Also, Xander and Anya are married and Anya is about four and a half months pregnant.
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FAMILY
Chapter 5: Where You Belong
Dawn and Spike walked lazily through one of Sunnydale's many graveyards, barely paying attention to their true task. Their mood was of pure excitement, being as how Spike was going to be a father and Dawn was going to be an aunt. Dawn let out a happy giggle as she grabbed on to Spike's arm and gave it a tight squeeze.
"I can't believe it!" She squealed for the thousandth time that night, "I mean, can you believe it?"
Spike smiled at the keyed up teenager. "Not yet, Bit. Still setting in I guess."
"You're going to be a father. Are you nervous at all? You seem so cool about it. No jumping up and down or anything?"
"I'm not the jumping type, Dawn," Spike laughed, "but to be honest, I'm terrified."
"I wouldn't worry about it, Spike. If you take care of this baby half as well as you've taken care of me, you'll be an amazing father."
"You're making me feel so responsible. You make it seem like I'm old or something."
"You are old, in them most extreme sense of the word."
"Does 'young at heart' mean anything to you?" Spike scolded.
"Does it apply to those whose hearts aren't beating?" Dawn asked with a sarcastic and condescending smile.
"You're unbelievable, Nibblet. You know that, right?"
Dawn merely stuck out her tongue at the vampire and continued to walked backward along the path of the graveyard. When she did turn around, she found her self face to face with a vampire. The demon hovered over her menacingly; he was taller than she was by at least ten inches. The youngest slayer could see that he was a newly risen fledgling by his nice suit and the fresh soil that was all over it.
Dawn was about to strike when before she even knew what had hit her, she was flying backward. The vampire had hit her with such force that when her back smashed against a nearby headstone, the stone and marble easily snapped in two.
"Dawn!"
Spike began to run to her but she shook her head furiously, pointing at the vampire and shouting, "get him!"
Spike stopped and turned to face the fledgling who stood with a cocky and satisfied smirk on his face. Spike, who was angered by the young vampire's arrogant attitude, charged him full force. Spike kicked him in the chest and the unsteady vampire fell easily onto his back. The older vampire pulled out a stake from his sleeve and thrust it through the heart of the fledgling. He turned to dust with a surprised gasp and Spike immediately ran to Dawn's side.
"You okay?" He asked as he gently helped her up. She swayed a bit, but then she balanced herself.
"Yeah," she nodded, "my back's just a bit sore."
"Let's get you home then, love."
"Alright."
Dawn leaned on Spike as they walked and Spike began to speak to her, or possibly to no one at all.
"You know, it's a real shame. What ever happened to sire's sticking with their fledglings, you know?"
Dawn stopped walking and looked up at the dirty blonde. "So you would rather his sire had been around so that an older, stronger vampire could have taken an even bigger bite out of me."
Spike rolled his eyes. "That's not what I meant."
"Then what did you mean exactly."
"It's just that-" Spike sighed, "never mind, Dawn. It's not important. You wouldn't understand."
Angrily, the Slayer shook Spike's arm off from around her back. "You're right, Spike, I never understand you. One minute you're all soulful with your 'poor me I've got guilty-painy feelings,' then the next minute you're all 'whatever happened to the good ol' respectable vampire family.' You're never sure of anything, or where you fit in. So Spike, freaking figure it out!"
Dawn stormed off angrily, leaving a stunned Spike standing alone in the cemetery.
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Dawn sat between her boyfriend and her best friend at the round table at the Magic Box. David was complaining about how he had to go away for Thanksgiving and Janice thought that it would be a good time to bring up the fact that she wouldn't be around either.
"Where are you going?" Dawn asked.
"New York. My mom grew up there."
"And she willingly chose to move to Sunnydale?"
"Hey, she didn't know it was the Hellmouth. She still doesn't."
"Just don't forget to bring me something, okay?"
The three teenagers laughed as Buffy walked over to the table and sat down with a bunch of papers.
"I've had some Thanksgivings you wouldn't believe," she told the trio.
"Oh yeah? Like what?" Dawn asked her sister.
"Did I tell you about the one when the Indians-"
"Native Americans!" Willow shouted from across the room. Tara, who sat down at the table as her girlfriend was correcting Buffy, choked a laugh.
"Native Americans," Buffy corrected herself, "attacked us at Giles's house?"
"Nope."
"Well, the Shumash Native Americans used to live in these parts. Xander was doing some construction, and he fell through the ground and released this vengeancey spirit guy who wanted to get us back came and attacked us right when we were going to have dinner."
"Oh poor you," Spike joked from where he stood at the front desk, "at least you had a meal."
"Not before I got and arrow in the arm!" Buffy told him defensively.
"Oh boo hoo, love. I got three in the chest and one in the leg... not that I was counting or that it hurt or that I'm complaining."
"Wait, Spike, how did you get hit so many times?" Dawn asked as she stifled a laugh. "I thought you were at least a little bit more agile than that."
"I was tied to a chair," the vampire grumbled.
"Ouch," Dawn moaned mockingly, "bondage-fun Spike and Buffy. They could make action figures."
Spike narrowed his eyes at Dawn, and Buffy's cheeks became a bright pink. Spike turned it around when he walked over to his lover and wrapped his armed around her waist.
"And that, kiddies, was the beginning of a beautiful relationship," he lectured and he placed a sweet kiss on Buffy's cheek. The two teen girls giggled uncontrollably and Dave looked at his feet. Their good times were interrupted by Anya's loud and frustrated groan.
"GRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!! Where are all the customers? The shop doesn't close for twelve more minutes! How am I supposed to pay for diapers and baby formula if there's a cash deficit?"
Buffy held back a laugh. "Anya, I think you'll be-"
As if on cue, the door opened and the bell echoed through the store. Everyone but Dave and Janice recognized the patron, and those who did recognize him really didn't want to.
The bearded man smiled sheepishly at the bunch who all stared at him with malice. Tara stood, shaking uncontrollably.
"Donny?"
TBC...
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Okay everyone... PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!!! I know it's kind of short, so just bear with me. And if you do review, there are puppies and lollipops in it for you...
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. Also, I just thought I'd point out that Tara is alive and with Willow, both witches are living with Buffy. Also, Xander and Anya are married and Anya is about four and a half months pregnant.
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FAMILY
Chapter 5: Where You Belong
Dawn and Spike walked lazily through one of Sunnydale's many graveyards, barely paying attention to their true task. Their mood was of pure excitement, being as how Spike was going to be a father and Dawn was going to be an aunt. Dawn let out a happy giggle as she grabbed on to Spike's arm and gave it a tight squeeze.
"I can't believe it!" She squealed for the thousandth time that night, "I mean, can you believe it?"
Spike smiled at the keyed up teenager. "Not yet, Bit. Still setting in I guess."
"You're going to be a father. Are you nervous at all? You seem so cool about it. No jumping up and down or anything?"
"I'm not the jumping type, Dawn," Spike laughed, "but to be honest, I'm terrified."
"I wouldn't worry about it, Spike. If you take care of this baby half as well as you've taken care of me, you'll be an amazing father."
"You're making me feel so responsible. You make it seem like I'm old or something."
"You are old, in them most extreme sense of the word."
"Does 'young at heart' mean anything to you?" Spike scolded.
"Does it apply to those whose hearts aren't beating?" Dawn asked with a sarcastic and condescending smile.
"You're unbelievable, Nibblet. You know that, right?"
Dawn merely stuck out her tongue at the vampire and continued to walked backward along the path of the graveyard. When she did turn around, she found her self face to face with a vampire. The demon hovered over her menacingly; he was taller than she was by at least ten inches. The youngest slayer could see that he was a newly risen fledgling by his nice suit and the fresh soil that was all over it.
Dawn was about to strike when before she even knew what had hit her, she was flying backward. The vampire had hit her with such force that when her back smashed against a nearby headstone, the stone and marble easily snapped in two.
"Dawn!"
Spike began to run to her but she shook her head furiously, pointing at the vampire and shouting, "get him!"
Spike stopped and turned to face the fledgling who stood with a cocky and satisfied smirk on his face. Spike, who was angered by the young vampire's arrogant attitude, charged him full force. Spike kicked him in the chest and the unsteady vampire fell easily onto his back. The older vampire pulled out a stake from his sleeve and thrust it through the heart of the fledgling. He turned to dust with a surprised gasp and Spike immediately ran to Dawn's side.
"You okay?" He asked as he gently helped her up. She swayed a bit, but then she balanced herself.
"Yeah," she nodded, "my back's just a bit sore."
"Let's get you home then, love."
"Alright."
Dawn leaned on Spike as they walked and Spike began to speak to her, or possibly to no one at all.
"You know, it's a real shame. What ever happened to sire's sticking with their fledglings, you know?"
Dawn stopped walking and looked up at the dirty blonde. "So you would rather his sire had been around so that an older, stronger vampire could have taken an even bigger bite out of me."
Spike rolled his eyes. "That's not what I meant."
"Then what did you mean exactly."
"It's just that-" Spike sighed, "never mind, Dawn. It's not important. You wouldn't understand."
Angrily, the Slayer shook Spike's arm off from around her back. "You're right, Spike, I never understand you. One minute you're all soulful with your 'poor me I've got guilty-painy feelings,' then the next minute you're all 'whatever happened to the good ol' respectable vampire family.' You're never sure of anything, or where you fit in. So Spike, freaking figure it out!"
Dawn stormed off angrily, leaving a stunned Spike standing alone in the cemetery.
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Dawn sat between her boyfriend and her best friend at the round table at the Magic Box. David was complaining about how he had to go away for Thanksgiving and Janice thought that it would be a good time to bring up the fact that she wouldn't be around either.
"Where are you going?" Dawn asked.
"New York. My mom grew up there."
"And she willingly chose to move to Sunnydale?"
"Hey, she didn't know it was the Hellmouth. She still doesn't."
"Just don't forget to bring me something, okay?"
The three teenagers laughed as Buffy walked over to the table and sat down with a bunch of papers.
"I've had some Thanksgivings you wouldn't believe," she told the trio.
"Oh yeah? Like what?" Dawn asked her sister.
"Did I tell you about the one when the Indians-"
"Native Americans!" Willow shouted from across the room. Tara, who sat down at the table as her girlfriend was correcting Buffy, choked a laugh.
"Native Americans," Buffy corrected herself, "attacked us at Giles's house?"
"Nope."
"Well, the Shumash Native Americans used to live in these parts. Xander was doing some construction, and he fell through the ground and released this vengeancey spirit guy who wanted to get us back came and attacked us right when we were going to have dinner."
"Oh poor you," Spike joked from where he stood at the front desk, "at least you had a meal."
"Not before I got and arrow in the arm!" Buffy told him defensively.
"Oh boo hoo, love. I got three in the chest and one in the leg... not that I was counting or that it hurt or that I'm complaining."
"Wait, Spike, how did you get hit so many times?" Dawn asked as she stifled a laugh. "I thought you were at least a little bit more agile than that."
"I was tied to a chair," the vampire grumbled.
"Ouch," Dawn moaned mockingly, "bondage-fun Spike and Buffy. They could make action figures."
Spike narrowed his eyes at Dawn, and Buffy's cheeks became a bright pink. Spike turned it around when he walked over to his lover and wrapped his armed around her waist.
"And that, kiddies, was the beginning of a beautiful relationship," he lectured and he placed a sweet kiss on Buffy's cheek. The two teen girls giggled uncontrollably and Dave looked at his feet. Their good times were interrupted by Anya's loud and frustrated groan.
"GRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!! Where are all the customers? The shop doesn't close for twelve more minutes! How am I supposed to pay for diapers and baby formula if there's a cash deficit?"
Buffy held back a laugh. "Anya, I think you'll be-"
As if on cue, the door opened and the bell echoed through the store. Everyone but Dave and Janice recognized the patron, and those who did recognize him really didn't want to.
The bearded man smiled sheepishly at the bunch who all stared at him with malice. Tara stood, shaking uncontrollably.
"Donny?"
TBC...
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Okay everyone... PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!!! I know it's kind of short, so just bear with me. And if you do review, there are puppies and lollipops in it for you...