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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 10: What's In A Name?
Thanksgiving came and went like it had been no time at all, and the Scoobies were thrust into a rather cold December. Tara's father died a few weeks after he and Donny had joined them at Xander's house for Thanksgiving dinner. Tara went home and Willow of course went with her to attend the funeral and take care of post-death business. They had been gone for three days already so it was just Buffy and Dawn in the house, usually Spike as well.
Buffy flipped through the book that Dawn had given her, an "early Christmas present" she said. Buffy also had a pen and pad beside her. She figured that though it was preemptive, it's never too early to start looking at names for her daughter.
"Joyce: name of Latin origin, means to be merry; delight. Hmm."
Buffy had been looking at a variety of first names for girls. She figured that Joyce would be the middle name and she knew Spike wouldn't mind. He had even suggested making it the first name, but Buffy knew that having a daughter with the same first name as her dead mother would simply be too sad.
The Slayer was now becoming bored with mindless rummaging through the book for names that she thought were cute or pretty or had a nice meaning. So, she decided to look at a few different names.
"Alexander: name of Greek origin, means Defender.
"Willow: name of Old English origin, means of the willow tree; graceful.
"Dawn: name of Anglo-Saxon origin, means break of day, pure." Buffy laughed to herself, "pure, huh?
"Anya: name of Slavic origin, means grace.
"Tara: name of Gaelic origin, means a hill, rocky tower.
"Rupert: name of Germanic origin, means one with bright fame.
"Drusilla: name of Latin origin, means strong.
"Angelus: name of Greek/Latin origin, means messenger.
"William: name of Teutonic origin, means determined protector. That's my love."
Just then, Spike walked into her bedroom and smiled sweetly at her. He walked over to her bed, fell onto it and gave her a sweet kiss on the cheek.
"You and Dawnie have a nice patrol?"
"As always, pet. Making the world a better place one creature of darkness at a time."
"Any unusual creatures of darkness that I should be aware of?"
"Not that I can think of," Spike told her, "just your everyday vampire looking for some innocent little school girls to nibble on." He paused, "so what have you been up to?"
Buffy held up the book, "names."
"Oh. Could you look up Kaitlin?"
"Sure."
Buffy flipped through the pages of the book with a pleasant flipping sound. She found the name and lightly placed her finger on it as she read aloud to Spike.
"Kaitlin: name of Greek/Old English origin, means pure. Hmm, Kaitlin Joyce. Pure delight. Has a nice ring to it, huh?"
"I think so."
"Any reason you like Kaitlin?"
"It was my sister's name."
"Sister?" Buffy inquired. "You never told me-"
"I know, I don't really talk about it. It was a long time ago, anyway."
"Tell me about her."
"I don't think-"
"Please?" Buffy begged.
Spike sighed unnecessarily and nodded. "Alright. Name was Kaitlin Mary, Mary after my mum. She was seven years younger than I. Prettiest little thing you ever saw in your life. Tall, thin, rosy cheeks, blonde hair and blue eyes. She had, she had such life to her, you know? She just had this powerful energy that you feel when you were around her. She was the most important thing in the world to me. She would have only been seventeen when I died."
"Would have been?" Buffy asked.
"Yeah," Spike told her sadly, "she... she died about ten months before I was turned."
"Oh. Was she sick?"
"No."
"What happened to her."
"Her body was found in an alley. She had been raped and her blood had been drained. They blamed it on animals and such, but of course it was-"
"Vampires. I'm so sorry."
"Was a long time ago, pet. You have nothing to be sorry for."
"Did anyone, I mean, did you ever find out which vampire."
"Oh I knew him very well."
"Wait, so who was-" the realization hit Buffy like a brick wall. "Oh," was all she could manage after hearing the strange and awful truth. "I see."
"No need to be all skittish, love. Like I said, it was a long time ago. We were all different people then. Not people at all really. It was like an entirely different lifetime."
Buffy was now too uncomfortable to speak. What could she possibly say to something like that? He was saying it didn't bother him but she could tell that he was lying through his teeth. Buffy figured she could just abruptly change the subject in order to avoid further discomfort.
"Move in with me," Buffy said bluntly.
"What?"
"Move in with me. Live in my house. Sleep in my bed. It could be ours, you know. This life, it could be yours and mine together. I mean, you're pretty much here all the time anyway, and, we're having a baby. You should be here all the time for her."
It took Spike no more than two seconds to consider her offer. "Of course."
Buffy smiled brightly and leaned in to kiss Spike, but she was interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell.
Buffy just stayed in what was now her and Spike's bed and furrowed her brow, wondering whom it could be. She also could hear Dawn jumping up to get it so she figured she would just listen for a reaction. When that reaction was a loud shriek from the younger slayer, Buffy and Spike both jumped out of bed and hauled ass down the stairs. The sight they saw was one they didn't expect.
Dawn had her arms around the neck of a middle-aged man approximately in his late forties. Spike had no idea who he was and Buffy just barely recognized him. When he finally let go of Dawn, he looked at the stairs to a slack-jawed Buffy.
"Hey, sweetheart."
"Daddy?"
TBC...
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Hey everyone! I know that that was kind of short but I hope you enjoyed it all the same and 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. 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 10: What's In A Name?
Thanksgiving came and went like it had been no time at all, and the Scoobies were thrust into a rather cold December. Tara's father died a few weeks after he and Donny had joined them at Xander's house for Thanksgiving dinner. Tara went home and Willow of course went with her to attend the funeral and take care of post-death business. They had been gone for three days already so it was just Buffy and Dawn in the house, usually Spike as well.
Buffy flipped through the book that Dawn had given her, an "early Christmas present" she said. Buffy also had a pen and pad beside her. She figured that though it was preemptive, it's never too early to start looking at names for her daughter.
"Joyce: name of Latin origin, means to be merry; delight. Hmm."
Buffy had been looking at a variety of first names for girls. She figured that Joyce would be the middle name and she knew Spike wouldn't mind. He had even suggested making it the first name, but Buffy knew that having a daughter with the same first name as her dead mother would simply be too sad.
The Slayer was now becoming bored with mindless rummaging through the book for names that she thought were cute or pretty or had a nice meaning. So, she decided to look at a few different names.
"Alexander: name of Greek origin, means Defender.
"Willow: name of Old English origin, means of the willow tree; graceful.
"Dawn: name of Anglo-Saxon origin, means break of day, pure." Buffy laughed to herself, "pure, huh?
"Anya: name of Slavic origin, means grace.
"Tara: name of Gaelic origin, means a hill, rocky tower.
"Rupert: name of Germanic origin, means one with bright fame.
"Drusilla: name of Latin origin, means strong.
"Angelus: name of Greek/Latin origin, means messenger.
"William: name of Teutonic origin, means determined protector. That's my love."
Just then, Spike walked into her bedroom and smiled sweetly at her. He walked over to her bed, fell onto it and gave her a sweet kiss on the cheek.
"You and Dawnie have a nice patrol?"
"As always, pet. Making the world a better place one creature of darkness at a time."
"Any unusual creatures of darkness that I should be aware of?"
"Not that I can think of," Spike told her, "just your everyday vampire looking for some innocent little school girls to nibble on." He paused, "so what have you been up to?"
Buffy held up the book, "names."
"Oh. Could you look up Kaitlin?"
"Sure."
Buffy flipped through the pages of the book with a pleasant flipping sound. She found the name and lightly placed her finger on it as she read aloud to Spike.
"Kaitlin: name of Greek/Old English origin, means pure. Hmm, Kaitlin Joyce. Pure delight. Has a nice ring to it, huh?"
"I think so."
"Any reason you like Kaitlin?"
"It was my sister's name."
"Sister?" Buffy inquired. "You never told me-"
"I know, I don't really talk about it. It was a long time ago, anyway."
"Tell me about her."
"I don't think-"
"Please?" Buffy begged.
Spike sighed unnecessarily and nodded. "Alright. Name was Kaitlin Mary, Mary after my mum. She was seven years younger than I. Prettiest little thing you ever saw in your life. Tall, thin, rosy cheeks, blonde hair and blue eyes. She had, she had such life to her, you know? She just had this powerful energy that you feel when you were around her. She was the most important thing in the world to me. She would have only been seventeen when I died."
"Would have been?" Buffy asked.
"Yeah," Spike told her sadly, "she... she died about ten months before I was turned."
"Oh. Was she sick?"
"No."
"What happened to her."
"Her body was found in an alley. She had been raped and her blood had been drained. They blamed it on animals and such, but of course it was-"
"Vampires. I'm so sorry."
"Was a long time ago, pet. You have nothing to be sorry for."
"Did anyone, I mean, did you ever find out which vampire."
"Oh I knew him very well."
"Wait, so who was-" the realization hit Buffy like a brick wall. "Oh," was all she could manage after hearing the strange and awful truth. "I see."
"No need to be all skittish, love. Like I said, it was a long time ago. We were all different people then. Not people at all really. It was like an entirely different lifetime."
Buffy was now too uncomfortable to speak. What could she possibly say to something like that? He was saying it didn't bother him but she could tell that he was lying through his teeth. Buffy figured she could just abruptly change the subject in order to avoid further discomfort.
"Move in with me," Buffy said bluntly.
"What?"
"Move in with me. Live in my house. Sleep in my bed. It could be ours, you know. This life, it could be yours and mine together. I mean, you're pretty much here all the time anyway, and, we're having a baby. You should be here all the time for her."
It took Spike no more than two seconds to consider her offer. "Of course."
Buffy smiled brightly and leaned in to kiss Spike, but she was interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell.
Buffy just stayed in what was now her and Spike's bed and furrowed her brow, wondering whom it could be. She also could hear Dawn jumping up to get it so she figured she would just listen for a reaction. When that reaction was a loud shriek from the younger slayer, Buffy and Spike both jumped out of bed and hauled ass down the stairs. The sight they saw was one they didn't expect.
Dawn had her arms around the neck of a middle-aged man approximately in his late forties. Spike had no idea who he was and Buffy just barely recognized him. When he finally let go of Dawn, he looked at the stairs to a slack-jawed Buffy.
"Hey, sweetheart."
"Daddy?"
TBC...
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Hey everyone! I know that that was kind of short but I hope you enjoyed it all the same and REVIEW!!! :-)