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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 11: Daddy Dearest
"Daddy?" Buffy questioned, unable to force any other words from her mouth.
"Hello, Buffy."
"What, what the hell are you doing here?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Hank asked with a goofy smile that made Buffy want to smack him more than she already did.
"No!"
"I wanted to see you and Dawnie. It's almost Christmas, and I thought it would be a good time."
"A good- a good time?" Buffy choked on the words. "What are you talking about? The past four years would have been a good time, but where were you?"
"Everywhere, sweetie. And I want to tell you about it."
"Oh, all right then," Buffy said sarcastically. "I'll just take you into my home and you can tell me about your fun trips through foreign countries. Your love affairs and late nights, and then I can tell you about my life. You know, normal adolescent stuff. My mother's death, having to raise my sister who was a total clepto-"
"Buffy..."
"No, Dawn, let me finish. I can tell Dad about my best friend's addiction, or my fun job at the Doublemeat Palace. Yeah, let's talk about where we've been over the past few years. I want to hear about your romances and fun so that I can wallow a little more and feel a little worse about myself."
"I'm so sorry, Buffy. I wish that I could just make it up to you, but I know, I can't."
"Mom died. Mom died and you didn't even call."
"I know, honey. And I want to make it up to you."
"You can't. You just can't," Buffy told him coldly as she turned and ran up the stairs past Spike. Hank looked at Spike and then to Dawn. His younger daughter shrugged and Spike shifted uncomfortably where he stood.
"Maybe I should go after her."
"No, Spike. Just let her be."
"Do I- I don't know you do I?"
Spike shook his head. "No."
"What did- uh- what did Dawn say your name was?"
"Just call me Will."
"Ok, well, Will, nice to meet you."
Spike nodded and walked down the stairs to shake Hank's hand. What he would rather be doing was ripping Hank's head off. He had never met him, but he hated him so much for the way he hurt Buffy. Spike kept his mouth shut, however, because he could tell how happy Dawn was to have him there.
"Daddy?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you want anything to eat, or drink?"
"A glass of water would be nice."
"I'll get it," Spike offered. "Dawn, why don't you get your dad settled in, then."
Dawn nodded appreciatively and Spike walked into the kitchen. She took her father's hand and led him to the couch in the living room where they sat.
"Is that Buffy's boyfriend?" Hank asked bluntly.
"Yeah, he is."
"Does he live here?"
"Sort of, it's complicated."
"What happened to that other guy. Angel?"
"He kind of left town... like five years ago."
"Oh."
"I can't believe you're here," Dawn changed the subject.
"Well, believe it."
"What made you decide to come?"
"I missed my girls," Hank said as he put his arm around Dawn.
"I missed you too, Daddy," Dawn told him with a hug and a smile.
While Dawn reacquainted herself with her father, Buffy paced back and forth across the floor of her room. She couldn't even process the information or completely understand what was happening. Her father was here, out of no where he just appeared at her doorstep. But why? Was it just Buffy's bad luck? Everything was going so well and then the PTB's had to send something to mess it up.
Buffy fell onto her bed and grabbed her phone. She called the only person she could think of to call. The phone rang three times before Willow picked up.
"Hello?"
"Will?"
"Buffy? It's almost midnight, what's wrong?"
"My dad is here."
"What?"
"My dad is here!"
"What is he doing there?"
Buffy began to sob. "I don't know. He just showed up at my door and Dawn's all excited but I don't know what to do with him, I mean, I haven't seen him since I was like, seventeen and-"
"Okay, Buffy, calm down," Willow instructed. "Just calm down."
Buffy took a deep breath. "Okay."
"So, your dad just showed up at your door? Did he say what he wanted."
"He said he wanted to spend Christmas with us. But he's so full of shit, Will; he has been pretty much my entire life. How am I supposed to believe anything he says?"
"I don't know. Maybe... maybe you should just play this one out."
"Do you think that's such a good idea. I mean, I know how to distance myself, Will. But Dawnie, if he hurts her again..."
"Just try it then," Willow suggested. "I mean for Dawn's sake. If she wants him there so bad then let her have him. Maybe just give her a... disclaimer first."
"Okay," Buffy sighed. "I'll try him out."
"Okay, but still, be careful."
"Always am, Willow."
"I know."
"Thank you."
"What are friends for, right?"
"Right. Hey, how's Tara doing?"
"She, she's dealing."
"Alright, well, send her my love."
"Of course."
"Bye."
"Bye."
Buffy hung up the phone softly. She got up from her bed and left her room. She walked down the stairs to see her father, sister, and love of her life all sitting in the living room. Hank was talking and Dawn was giggling. Spike merely watched intently. He was the first to notice that she had come downstairs and he walked over to her immediately.
"You okay?" He asked as he took her hands.
She nodded and smiled weakly.
Spike pouted sympathetically for her and kissed her cheek. "Just don't get yourself all worked up, alright?"
Buffy nodded again and looked passed him to Dawn and her father. "Dawnie? Do you think Dad and I can have a few minutes to talk alone."
"Of course," Dawn agreed without a fight. She smiled at her father before standing, taking Spike's hand, and trotting up the stairs with him to her room. Buffy walked over to the couch and sat where Dawn had been just a few moments before.
"So," she said coolly, "how've you been?"
"Alright. And yourself?"
Buffy considered this. "I've been better. But all together? I'm doing good."
"I'm so glad to hear it. From what I gathered before, you had a really rough year last year."
"I did. Emotional issues if you will."
"I'm sorry to hear that. But I'm glad you're doing better."
Buffy smiled thankfully. And then there was the uncomfortable silence that Buffy was expecting. She just looked at her feet.
"I'm pregnant," she confessed, figuring that she should get this news out of the way.
"What?"
"Pregnant. I'm going to have a baby."
"Oh. What? I mean, it's Will's right? I mean-"
"Yes, she's his."
"She? You know it's a girl?"
"We're pretty sure."
"Oh." Pause. "Was it planned?"
Buffy began to laugh and she ignored her father's confused look. "No," she told him with a half-smile, "it wasn't planned."
"Okay, but I take it that you want her."
"Very much. I was actually looking at names before you came. It's exciting. Scary, but exciting."
"I get that," Hank told her with a smile. "How far along are you?"
"About twelve weeks."
"Wow, and you're barely showing."
"Well, I teach Tae Kwon Do, so, I'm in pretty good shape I guess."
Hank nodded, and smiled sadly. "You and Dawn, you've both become such beautiful young women. I wish, I just wish I could have been around to see it happen."
"Yeah, so do I," Buffy took a moment so that she could stop the tears that were threatening to fall.
"Where are you staying?" She asked.
"Not sure, I figured I would just check into the motel."
"You don't have to."
"What?"
"What I mean is, you can stay here if you want. You'd have to sleep on the couch but it's still better than that ratty motel."
Hank smiled gratuitously. "I'd love to stay with you."
"But Dad, just one thing first."
"Yes?"
"If you're gonna be staying here, there are some things I need to tell you, about what Dawn and I do..."
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Dawn pulled Spike into her room and she sat at her desk as the vampire sat on her bed. He shifted uncomfortably. He wasn't uncomfortable about being in Dawn's room; he had been in there many times before. The summer that Buffy was gone, she had often taken him in there to paint his nails or soemthing. Black only of course. No, Spike was not uncomfortable about his current location; he was uncomfortable about what he was being kept from.
Dawn pulled out a large textbook from the bag beside her desk, opened it and began to read the words on the pages intently.
"What's that?"
"AP Euro."
"Yeah? What are you learning about now?"
"I have a test on World War Two Monday."
"Really? Huh, seems like only yesterday."
"You were there?" Dawn checked herself, "I mean, I know you were around but, were you like, THERE- there?"
"For part of it. I was in America for the first part. In 1941 we were in New York, but Dru got a hankerin' for some European blood I guess so we took a boat back over."
"Where did you go?"
"Well, first we were in England. But we went everywhere, really. Greece, Italy, Spain, pretty much everywhere except Germany and France."
"Wow. I wish I could have been there."
"What?"
"Well, not in the war I mean. Just, you've been everywhere. I've never even left California. I've never even left Sunnydale, not really. Sometimes I worry that I'll be stuck here forever. Hellmouth central, that's where I belong though, right?"
"Not forever, Dawn, just for now."
"I hope you're right."
"Me too. But I have to say, if there's one place to be stuck forever, it might as well be Sunnydale. I mean, the food is terrible but at least there's the excitement."
Dawn smiled at him, "hmm... what a comfort."
"S'what I do, Nibblet," Spike smirked at her.
"Did you ever meet any Nazis?"
"Yeah. Killed quite a few as well."
"Really?"
"You sound surprised, Bit."
"Well, a little. Just, since you're evil and all..."
"I'm still English you know!"
"Easy there, I haven't forgotten."
"Buffy asked me to move in with you lot," Spike suddenly blurted out, surprised by the coming of his own words. He though he would tell her in a less blunt way, but that was pretty much shot right to hell.
Dawn's face lit up. "Really?"
"Yeah. Do you mind? I mean, this is your house too and-"
"Mind?" Dawn interrupted excitedly. "Of course I don't mind. I mean, it's about damn time anyway. You're always here."
Spike nodded, glad that she was okay with this. He more or less figured that she would be, they had always been close. She had been fond of him way before Buffy ever had or would have admitted to have been. And it was true; he was always around the house anyway. He only went to his crypt from time to time, just if he was patrolling and thought he wouldn't have time to get back to Buffy's house.
Spike smiled, looked at the floor, and tapped his feet on it. "So, how do you think it's going down there?"
"Well, I haven't heard any shouting, or anything breaking... that's probably a good, right?"
"Most likely."
"Wow," Dawn sighed happily, "I can't believe he's here."
"Yeah. Well, Dawn, I just want you to be careful, all right?"
"Careful?"
"About your dad. I mean, I know that he's still your father and all, but just, don't open up to him too quickly is all. Wouldn't want you to get hurt."
Dawn stood angrily. "What? How can you say that? He's my dad! He wouldn't hurt me!"
"I know, Platelet, it's just, he has hurt you and Buffy before and I don't want to see it happen again."
"Oh," Dawn said smartly, "I see what's going on."
"Yeah? And what's that?"
"You're jealous," Dawn told him coolly as she crossed her arms defiantly.
"J-jealous? Of Hank?"
"Oh yeah. It's so obvious. I mean, now that he's around, you're not the 'dad' anymore, not that you ever were."
Spike stood to face the young Slayer. "How dare you?"
"How dare I what? It's true, isn't it?"
"Of course not! Why would be jealous of HIM? The epitome of 'dead-beat dad'?"
This pushed Dawn over the edge. She pulled her arm back and connected her fist with Spike's nose with all the force that she could muster. He flew backward over her bed and landed with a painful *thump* on the floor.
Dawn turned quickly and ran out of her room, anger and guilt boiling inside of her. She ran down the stairs and grabbed her coat. Without a glance to Buffy or her father, who were both standing and trying to figure out what that noise was, she said:
"You better go attend to your boyfriend."
TBC...
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Okay, that's all for this chapter. Hope to have another one up soon. But please review!!! The more reviews the faster I post...
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 11: Daddy Dearest
"Daddy?" Buffy questioned, unable to force any other words from her mouth.
"Hello, Buffy."
"What, what the hell are you doing here?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Hank asked with a goofy smile that made Buffy want to smack him more than she already did.
"No!"
"I wanted to see you and Dawnie. It's almost Christmas, and I thought it would be a good time."
"A good- a good time?" Buffy choked on the words. "What are you talking about? The past four years would have been a good time, but where were you?"
"Everywhere, sweetie. And I want to tell you about it."
"Oh, all right then," Buffy said sarcastically. "I'll just take you into my home and you can tell me about your fun trips through foreign countries. Your love affairs and late nights, and then I can tell you about my life. You know, normal adolescent stuff. My mother's death, having to raise my sister who was a total clepto-"
"Buffy..."
"No, Dawn, let me finish. I can tell Dad about my best friend's addiction, or my fun job at the Doublemeat Palace. Yeah, let's talk about where we've been over the past few years. I want to hear about your romances and fun so that I can wallow a little more and feel a little worse about myself."
"I'm so sorry, Buffy. I wish that I could just make it up to you, but I know, I can't."
"Mom died. Mom died and you didn't even call."
"I know, honey. And I want to make it up to you."
"You can't. You just can't," Buffy told him coldly as she turned and ran up the stairs past Spike. Hank looked at Spike and then to Dawn. His younger daughter shrugged and Spike shifted uncomfortably where he stood.
"Maybe I should go after her."
"No, Spike. Just let her be."
"Do I- I don't know you do I?"
Spike shook his head. "No."
"What did- uh- what did Dawn say your name was?"
"Just call me Will."
"Ok, well, Will, nice to meet you."
Spike nodded and walked down the stairs to shake Hank's hand. What he would rather be doing was ripping Hank's head off. He had never met him, but he hated him so much for the way he hurt Buffy. Spike kept his mouth shut, however, because he could tell how happy Dawn was to have him there.
"Daddy?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you want anything to eat, or drink?"
"A glass of water would be nice."
"I'll get it," Spike offered. "Dawn, why don't you get your dad settled in, then."
Dawn nodded appreciatively and Spike walked into the kitchen. She took her father's hand and led him to the couch in the living room where they sat.
"Is that Buffy's boyfriend?" Hank asked bluntly.
"Yeah, he is."
"Does he live here?"
"Sort of, it's complicated."
"What happened to that other guy. Angel?"
"He kind of left town... like five years ago."
"Oh."
"I can't believe you're here," Dawn changed the subject.
"Well, believe it."
"What made you decide to come?"
"I missed my girls," Hank said as he put his arm around Dawn.
"I missed you too, Daddy," Dawn told him with a hug and a smile.
While Dawn reacquainted herself with her father, Buffy paced back and forth across the floor of her room. She couldn't even process the information or completely understand what was happening. Her father was here, out of no where he just appeared at her doorstep. But why? Was it just Buffy's bad luck? Everything was going so well and then the PTB's had to send something to mess it up.
Buffy fell onto her bed and grabbed her phone. She called the only person she could think of to call. The phone rang three times before Willow picked up.
"Hello?"
"Will?"
"Buffy? It's almost midnight, what's wrong?"
"My dad is here."
"What?"
"My dad is here!"
"What is he doing there?"
Buffy began to sob. "I don't know. He just showed up at my door and Dawn's all excited but I don't know what to do with him, I mean, I haven't seen him since I was like, seventeen and-"
"Okay, Buffy, calm down," Willow instructed. "Just calm down."
Buffy took a deep breath. "Okay."
"So, your dad just showed up at your door? Did he say what he wanted."
"He said he wanted to spend Christmas with us. But he's so full of shit, Will; he has been pretty much my entire life. How am I supposed to believe anything he says?"
"I don't know. Maybe... maybe you should just play this one out."
"Do you think that's such a good idea. I mean, I know how to distance myself, Will. But Dawnie, if he hurts her again..."
"Just try it then," Willow suggested. "I mean for Dawn's sake. If she wants him there so bad then let her have him. Maybe just give her a... disclaimer first."
"Okay," Buffy sighed. "I'll try him out."
"Okay, but still, be careful."
"Always am, Willow."
"I know."
"Thank you."
"What are friends for, right?"
"Right. Hey, how's Tara doing?"
"She, she's dealing."
"Alright, well, send her my love."
"Of course."
"Bye."
"Bye."
Buffy hung up the phone softly. She got up from her bed and left her room. She walked down the stairs to see her father, sister, and love of her life all sitting in the living room. Hank was talking and Dawn was giggling. Spike merely watched intently. He was the first to notice that she had come downstairs and he walked over to her immediately.
"You okay?" He asked as he took her hands.
She nodded and smiled weakly.
Spike pouted sympathetically for her and kissed her cheek. "Just don't get yourself all worked up, alright?"
Buffy nodded again and looked passed him to Dawn and her father. "Dawnie? Do you think Dad and I can have a few minutes to talk alone."
"Of course," Dawn agreed without a fight. She smiled at her father before standing, taking Spike's hand, and trotting up the stairs with him to her room. Buffy walked over to the couch and sat where Dawn had been just a few moments before.
"So," she said coolly, "how've you been?"
"Alright. And yourself?"
Buffy considered this. "I've been better. But all together? I'm doing good."
"I'm so glad to hear it. From what I gathered before, you had a really rough year last year."
"I did. Emotional issues if you will."
"I'm sorry to hear that. But I'm glad you're doing better."
Buffy smiled thankfully. And then there was the uncomfortable silence that Buffy was expecting. She just looked at her feet.
"I'm pregnant," she confessed, figuring that she should get this news out of the way.
"What?"
"Pregnant. I'm going to have a baby."
"Oh. What? I mean, it's Will's right? I mean-"
"Yes, she's his."
"She? You know it's a girl?"
"We're pretty sure."
"Oh." Pause. "Was it planned?"
Buffy began to laugh and she ignored her father's confused look. "No," she told him with a half-smile, "it wasn't planned."
"Okay, but I take it that you want her."
"Very much. I was actually looking at names before you came. It's exciting. Scary, but exciting."
"I get that," Hank told her with a smile. "How far along are you?"
"About twelve weeks."
"Wow, and you're barely showing."
"Well, I teach Tae Kwon Do, so, I'm in pretty good shape I guess."
Hank nodded, and smiled sadly. "You and Dawn, you've both become such beautiful young women. I wish, I just wish I could have been around to see it happen."
"Yeah, so do I," Buffy took a moment so that she could stop the tears that were threatening to fall.
"Where are you staying?" She asked.
"Not sure, I figured I would just check into the motel."
"You don't have to."
"What?"
"What I mean is, you can stay here if you want. You'd have to sleep on the couch but it's still better than that ratty motel."
Hank smiled gratuitously. "I'd love to stay with you."
"But Dad, just one thing first."
"Yes?"
"If you're gonna be staying here, there are some things I need to tell you, about what Dawn and I do..."
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Dawn pulled Spike into her room and she sat at her desk as the vampire sat on her bed. He shifted uncomfortably. He wasn't uncomfortable about being in Dawn's room; he had been in there many times before. The summer that Buffy was gone, she had often taken him in there to paint his nails or soemthing. Black only of course. No, Spike was not uncomfortable about his current location; he was uncomfortable about what he was being kept from.
Dawn pulled out a large textbook from the bag beside her desk, opened it and began to read the words on the pages intently.
"What's that?"
"AP Euro."
"Yeah? What are you learning about now?"
"I have a test on World War Two Monday."
"Really? Huh, seems like only yesterday."
"You were there?" Dawn checked herself, "I mean, I know you were around but, were you like, THERE- there?"
"For part of it. I was in America for the first part. In 1941 we were in New York, but Dru got a hankerin' for some European blood I guess so we took a boat back over."
"Where did you go?"
"Well, first we were in England. But we went everywhere, really. Greece, Italy, Spain, pretty much everywhere except Germany and France."
"Wow. I wish I could have been there."
"What?"
"Well, not in the war I mean. Just, you've been everywhere. I've never even left California. I've never even left Sunnydale, not really. Sometimes I worry that I'll be stuck here forever. Hellmouth central, that's where I belong though, right?"
"Not forever, Dawn, just for now."
"I hope you're right."
"Me too. But I have to say, if there's one place to be stuck forever, it might as well be Sunnydale. I mean, the food is terrible but at least there's the excitement."
Dawn smiled at him, "hmm... what a comfort."
"S'what I do, Nibblet," Spike smirked at her.
"Did you ever meet any Nazis?"
"Yeah. Killed quite a few as well."
"Really?"
"You sound surprised, Bit."
"Well, a little. Just, since you're evil and all..."
"I'm still English you know!"
"Easy there, I haven't forgotten."
"Buffy asked me to move in with you lot," Spike suddenly blurted out, surprised by the coming of his own words. He though he would tell her in a less blunt way, but that was pretty much shot right to hell.
Dawn's face lit up. "Really?"
"Yeah. Do you mind? I mean, this is your house too and-"
"Mind?" Dawn interrupted excitedly. "Of course I don't mind. I mean, it's about damn time anyway. You're always here."
Spike nodded, glad that she was okay with this. He more or less figured that she would be, they had always been close. She had been fond of him way before Buffy ever had or would have admitted to have been. And it was true; he was always around the house anyway. He only went to his crypt from time to time, just if he was patrolling and thought he wouldn't have time to get back to Buffy's house.
Spike smiled, looked at the floor, and tapped his feet on it. "So, how do you think it's going down there?"
"Well, I haven't heard any shouting, or anything breaking... that's probably a good, right?"
"Most likely."
"Wow," Dawn sighed happily, "I can't believe he's here."
"Yeah. Well, Dawn, I just want you to be careful, all right?"
"Careful?"
"About your dad. I mean, I know that he's still your father and all, but just, don't open up to him too quickly is all. Wouldn't want you to get hurt."
Dawn stood angrily. "What? How can you say that? He's my dad! He wouldn't hurt me!"
"I know, Platelet, it's just, he has hurt you and Buffy before and I don't want to see it happen again."
"Oh," Dawn said smartly, "I see what's going on."
"Yeah? And what's that?"
"You're jealous," Dawn told him coolly as she crossed her arms defiantly.
"J-jealous? Of Hank?"
"Oh yeah. It's so obvious. I mean, now that he's around, you're not the 'dad' anymore, not that you ever were."
Spike stood to face the young Slayer. "How dare you?"
"How dare I what? It's true, isn't it?"
"Of course not! Why would be jealous of HIM? The epitome of 'dead-beat dad'?"
This pushed Dawn over the edge. She pulled her arm back and connected her fist with Spike's nose with all the force that she could muster. He flew backward over her bed and landed with a painful *thump* on the floor.
Dawn turned quickly and ran out of her room, anger and guilt boiling inside of her. She ran down the stairs and grabbed her coat. Without a glance to Buffy or her father, who were both standing and trying to figure out what that noise was, she said:
"You better go attend to your boyfriend."
TBC...
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Okay, that's all for this chapter. Hope to have another one up soon. But please review!!! The more reviews the faster I post...