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 pregnant.
A/n: There's just a quick something I'd like to get off my chest... I HATE KENNEDY. That would actually happen to be an understatement because I despise Kennedy. I hate her with the fiery passion of a thousand flaming knives. She is a pushy, arrogant little brat who I feel comes no where close to being worthy of Willow. I think that Willow is insulting Tara's memory just by being around her. Also, when did she become a Scooby? She's no less of a potential than any of the other girls. Why wasn't she cowering upstairs with the rest of them, huh? Finally, I just would like to know where the hell she gets off mocking Spike's skills. He could rip her bitchy little punk ass head off before she even knew what hit her. That is all.
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FAMILY
Chapter 19: If This Be a Dream, Never Wake Me
Dawn's eyes shot open widely though they were still heavy from sleep. She sat up in bed quickly, holding the blanket to her chest. She rotated her head so that she could check to make sure that the warm body beside her wasn't an illusion. She was so afraid that last night's events weren't more than just a happy, ecstasy-filled dream. She breathed a happy sigh of relief when he slowly woke and propped himself up on his elbows.
"Everything okay?" He asked sleepily.
Dawn smiled whole-heartedly as she rested her body lightly on his chest. "Mmm," she murmured, "it's perfect."
Dave rested himself carefully on his back so as not to disturb Dawn. He softly kissed the top of her head and ran his fingers through her long brown locks. He smiled, completely satisfied. There was nothing better to him in this world than having Dawn by his side. Just the feeling of her warm breath on his skin made it worth every hardship he would inevitably endure with her.
Dawn rolled her head so that she could look up into Dave's startlingly blue eyes. She rested her chin on his chest and kept eye contact for a few wonderful moments when she felt every ounce of her body was completely relaxed.
"How do you do it?"
Dave smiled. "Do what?"
"Maybe me feel completely problem free when I have eight million things going on in my life."
"Like this," he said softly, as he pulled her lips onto his own. Dave kissed her softly and he could feel her sigh against his mouth.
"Oh," she said softly, as an elated smile spread on lips. She once again rested her head on his chest and closed her eyes. Maybe she would just get some more sleep before...
"Oh my God!" She exclaimed as she shot up. "What time is it?"
Dave looked around, "uh... almost five."
"IN THE MORNING?!" She shouted, but then put her hand over her mouth, "are your parents home?" She whispered.
"No, they're away till Monday."
"Oh God oh God oh God," she chanted as she jumped out of his bed and threw on her clothes. "I have to get home."
"Why are you so worried?" He asked, "can't you just say you were patrolling or something."
"I doubt they would believe me."
"Why's that?"
"First of all, vamps and demons are all in by now, the sun is rising in just over an hour. Second, I haven't a weapon on me. Not a stake not a sword. They would never buy it. Oh well, no big, it's just been a while since I've had to sneak in through my bedroom window."
Dave sat up and shrugged apologetically. "Sorry, Dawnie."
Dawn paused in her hunt for her clothes so that she could smile at him. She finished buttoning up her blouse before crawling back onto the bed so that she could give him the last kiss of the night. He received this token gladly.
"Don't be sorry," she told him, "I know I'm not."
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Dawn practically fell into her bedroom. She looked up quickly and didn't move a muscle to make sure that she hadn't been heard. She didn't hear the sound of doors or feet coming her way so she figured it was safe to continue. She stood slowly and looked outside at the sun that was just barely coming up over the horizon. Dawn then looked down at her jeans, which now had a brand new rip in the seam.
"Very stealthy, Dawn," she mocked herself as she took them off and proceeded to change into her pajamas. She climbed into her own bed but found herself much too wired to actually sleep. She got out of bed and went downstairs to watch TV. When she got there, she found that Spike had already beat her to it.
"Morning," she said cheerily as she sat beside him.
"Morning," he replied with a complete lack of enthusiasm. She looked behind him to see the curtain hadn't pulled shut, so she sighed and did it for him.
"You know, you gotta watch out for that being as how you're flammable and stuff."
Spike looked at her with a stony glare, "thanks. I'll try to remember that."
"Jeez, somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Or from the looks of it, never went to bed."
Spike snorted. "Yeah well... from the looks of it I'm not the only one."
Dawn's eyes widened when she realized his implication. "What? How did you... does Buffy-"
"No."
"Are you gonna-"
Spike put his hand up and shook his head. "No, Nibblet, mum's the word. No worries."
"Oh," she sighed, very much relieved, "all right then. But, how did you know?"
"I'm not stupid, Dawn. I heard you coming in, very stealthy by the way. Besides," he leaned in close to her and put his lips right beside her ear, "you smell of him."
Dawn pulled back and gave the amused vampire a half-angry, half-playful shove. "Ew, perv much?"
"You're sitting right next to me!"
"Not the point," Dawn argued petulantly. "Anyway, what's your deal? Have you been down here all night watching" Dawn glanced at the TV "the soap network? God, all soaps all the time, you must really be depressed."
"Who said anything about depressed?"
Dawn put her hand on Spike's arm and looked into his eyes. "You don't have to say anything. I can tell by the way you're sitting right now."
"That's very scary," he told her.
"Yeah," she agreed, "I know." Dawn leaned into him and rested her head on his shoulder. "So tell me, what's up?"
"It's kind of complicated, Nibblet."
"God, if there is one phrase I never wanna hear ever again," she said as she rolled her eyes, "that would definitely be it. Everyone's always telling me how complicated everything is as if I wouldn't understand. I mean, hello! You're looking at the queen of complicated. Slayer, remember?"
"Touché."
"So..." Dawn coaxed.
"So, last night Giles came over to do some more talking about that vampire from last week and-"
"Anything?"
"Nothing. Part of the problem is that he didn't look or behave different from any other vampire we've fought except that he was extremely powerful. Anyway, there's nothing on what he said either. Nothing about the baby being alive and dead at the same time or what odd. But then I started thinking, you know? What does it really mean to be alive and dead at the same time?"
"Undead," Dawn whispered as she realized what Spike was saying.
"Vampire. And when I told this to big sis and the watcher, it pretty much just went downhill from there."
"Buffy flipped?"
"Pretty much."
"But you don't think..." Dawn struggled for the right words. "What I mean is, do you really think that she's a vampire."
"I can't say," Spike sighed and ran his hands through his hair, "but then again, I've never heard of a vampire with a heartbeat before."
"True. But then again, when has a vampire ever had a child before?" Spike raised his eyebrow at her. "Well... except for that one other time. But he's totally normal! Right? I mean, both of his parents were vampires and he's just a normal little boy. No fangs or... or sunphobia or anything?"
"Not that I could tell. The kid does have a heartbeat and was normal body temperature and such. But still... you never know what could happen right?"
"No, of course you can't. But in the meantime, I think you shouldn't worry so much about what hasn't happened yet. I mean, Buffy's upset so, make her not upset or something."
"But what am I supposed to do?" Spike said, sounding very much like he had given up on the situation. "She's been down and blue since the vampire last week. What a way to spend Valentine's Day, eh?"
"I really don't know what to say besides maybe since you two didn't get a proper Valentine's Day, you should give her one," Dawn instructed him as she smiled slyly and stood from the couch. "And now I am going to go take a shower."
Dawn had reached the stairs when Spike finally caught her drift. "So what you're saying is-"
Dawn turned around and looked at him with a clever grin, "what I'm saying is: I'm sure you'll think of something."
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Buffy walked up the stairs of the front porch and placed down the various packages she was carrying. She was rather annoyed that out of all the three people she had gone shopping with (Dawn, Willow, and Tara), none of them had bothered to help the pregnant lady with the bags. Dawn had been dropped off at Janice's first, then Willow and Tara had insisted upon being left at the graveyard immediately after shopping.
"Once the sun sets, it's never too early for the vampires and such," Willow had reminded Buffy with a giggle and a mischievous glance at her girlfriend who merely smiled knowingly. Buffy knew right away that something was up. But whatever it was...
"Oh who cares?" Buffy grumbled angrily as she pulled her keys out of her bag. She jammed them into the keyhole, coming very close to breaking the lock. She picked up her bags and stormed through the front door, kicking it shut behind her. She was so flustered that when she entered, she barely noticed the sweet aroma of the dozens of scented candles that had been placed about the stairs, foyer, and living room... almost.
"Oh. My. God." She choked, as she walked further into the house to find that the living room floor was completely covered with different colored rose petals. The centerpiece was a tall young (by appearance) man, pale with blonde hair and sapphire blue eyes. He was holding a bouquet of red and white long stemmed roses.
"Happy Valentine's Day," he said with a childish shrug.
Buffy nearly broke out into tears due to what she saw. She was so touched that he would do something like this for her. She was just so shocked that she couldn't even move.
"It's not Valentine's Day, you know."
"I know," he smiled at her, "but we can pretend..."
"Okay," she said absently as she walked to him. He handed her the flowers and she put them up to her nose and inhaled deeply. "They smell wonderful. Thank you."
Spike nodded and kissed her sweetly on her cheek. "You're worth it."
"I can't believe you did all this for me. How did you even get this stuff?"
"I pulled a few strings and asked a few favors."
"So Willow, Tara, and Dawn did the dirty work for ya, huh?"
"Well... yeah."
Buffy laughed and absently put her hand on her stomach. It was then that she remembered why she had been so upset for the past week. Her eyes became sad and she avoided Spike's, though they were desperately searching for hers. She carefully placed the roses on the coffee table so that she could place both hands protectively on her stomach. Spike took a step forward and put his hands on top of hers.
"Spike, I-"
"She's going to be fine, Buffy."
The Slayer sighed, "how can you know that?"
Spike took one hand off of his love's stomach so that he could lift her chin. When his eyes met hers he said, "fatherly instinct."
Buffy laughed and wrapped her arms around Spike's neck. He held her close and placed a long kiss on her neck. She bent her head back and let his own rest there for a few moments. This is what her life was supposed to be like, she decided for herself, this is how it's supposed to be.
"Have I told you today how much I love you?"
"Not yet, and I never get tired of hearing it."
"I love you."
"And you, pet. I love you so much."
"But you know you're crazy if you think I'm gonna even help clean this up."
"Nah, I know... I'm paying Dawn forty bucks to do it tomorrow," he chuckled.
Buffy smiled and sighed, "figures."
"Yeah well..." Spike trailed off and stepped back. He grinned widely and held his hand out to Buffy.
"May I have this dance?" He asked with a half-sarcastic bow.
"Baby," she laughed with an amused smirk as she took his hand, "that's all we've ever done."
TBC...
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 pregnant.
A/n: There's just a quick something I'd like to get off my chest... I HATE KENNEDY. That would actually happen to be an understatement because I despise Kennedy. I hate her with the fiery passion of a thousand flaming knives. She is a pushy, arrogant little brat who I feel comes no where close to being worthy of Willow. I think that Willow is insulting Tara's memory just by being around her. Also, when did she become a Scooby? She's no less of a potential than any of the other girls. Why wasn't she cowering upstairs with the rest of them, huh? Finally, I just would like to know where the hell she gets off mocking Spike's skills. He could rip her bitchy little punk ass head off before she even knew what hit her. That is all.
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FAMILY
Chapter 19: If This Be a Dream, Never Wake Me
Dawn's eyes shot open widely though they were still heavy from sleep. She sat up in bed quickly, holding the blanket to her chest. She rotated her head so that she could check to make sure that the warm body beside her wasn't an illusion. She was so afraid that last night's events weren't more than just a happy, ecstasy-filled dream. She breathed a happy sigh of relief when he slowly woke and propped himself up on his elbows.
"Everything okay?" He asked sleepily.
Dawn smiled whole-heartedly as she rested her body lightly on his chest. "Mmm," she murmured, "it's perfect."
Dave rested himself carefully on his back so as not to disturb Dawn. He softly kissed the top of her head and ran his fingers through her long brown locks. He smiled, completely satisfied. There was nothing better to him in this world than having Dawn by his side. Just the feeling of her warm breath on his skin made it worth every hardship he would inevitably endure with her.
Dawn rolled her head so that she could look up into Dave's startlingly blue eyes. She rested her chin on his chest and kept eye contact for a few wonderful moments when she felt every ounce of her body was completely relaxed.
"How do you do it?"
Dave smiled. "Do what?"
"Maybe me feel completely problem free when I have eight million things going on in my life."
"Like this," he said softly, as he pulled her lips onto his own. Dave kissed her softly and he could feel her sigh against his mouth.
"Oh," she said softly, as an elated smile spread on lips. She once again rested her head on his chest and closed her eyes. Maybe she would just get some more sleep before...
"Oh my God!" She exclaimed as she shot up. "What time is it?"
Dave looked around, "uh... almost five."
"IN THE MORNING?!" She shouted, but then put her hand over her mouth, "are your parents home?" She whispered.
"No, they're away till Monday."
"Oh God oh God oh God," she chanted as she jumped out of his bed and threw on her clothes. "I have to get home."
"Why are you so worried?" He asked, "can't you just say you were patrolling or something."
"I doubt they would believe me."
"Why's that?"
"First of all, vamps and demons are all in by now, the sun is rising in just over an hour. Second, I haven't a weapon on me. Not a stake not a sword. They would never buy it. Oh well, no big, it's just been a while since I've had to sneak in through my bedroom window."
Dave sat up and shrugged apologetically. "Sorry, Dawnie."
Dawn paused in her hunt for her clothes so that she could smile at him. She finished buttoning up her blouse before crawling back onto the bed so that she could give him the last kiss of the night. He received this token gladly.
"Don't be sorry," she told him, "I know I'm not."
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Dawn practically fell into her bedroom. She looked up quickly and didn't move a muscle to make sure that she hadn't been heard. She didn't hear the sound of doors or feet coming her way so she figured it was safe to continue. She stood slowly and looked outside at the sun that was just barely coming up over the horizon. Dawn then looked down at her jeans, which now had a brand new rip in the seam.
"Very stealthy, Dawn," she mocked herself as she took them off and proceeded to change into her pajamas. She climbed into her own bed but found herself much too wired to actually sleep. She got out of bed and went downstairs to watch TV. When she got there, she found that Spike had already beat her to it.
"Morning," she said cheerily as she sat beside him.
"Morning," he replied with a complete lack of enthusiasm. She looked behind him to see the curtain hadn't pulled shut, so she sighed and did it for him.
"You know, you gotta watch out for that being as how you're flammable and stuff."
Spike looked at her with a stony glare, "thanks. I'll try to remember that."
"Jeez, somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Or from the looks of it, never went to bed."
Spike snorted. "Yeah well... from the looks of it I'm not the only one."
Dawn's eyes widened when she realized his implication. "What? How did you... does Buffy-"
"No."
"Are you gonna-"
Spike put his hand up and shook his head. "No, Nibblet, mum's the word. No worries."
"Oh," she sighed, very much relieved, "all right then. But, how did you know?"
"I'm not stupid, Dawn. I heard you coming in, very stealthy by the way. Besides," he leaned in close to her and put his lips right beside her ear, "you smell of him."
Dawn pulled back and gave the amused vampire a half-angry, half-playful shove. "Ew, perv much?"
"You're sitting right next to me!"
"Not the point," Dawn argued petulantly. "Anyway, what's your deal? Have you been down here all night watching" Dawn glanced at the TV "the soap network? God, all soaps all the time, you must really be depressed."
"Who said anything about depressed?"
Dawn put her hand on Spike's arm and looked into his eyes. "You don't have to say anything. I can tell by the way you're sitting right now."
"That's very scary," he told her.
"Yeah," she agreed, "I know." Dawn leaned into him and rested her head on his shoulder. "So tell me, what's up?"
"It's kind of complicated, Nibblet."
"God, if there is one phrase I never wanna hear ever again," she said as she rolled her eyes, "that would definitely be it. Everyone's always telling me how complicated everything is as if I wouldn't understand. I mean, hello! You're looking at the queen of complicated. Slayer, remember?"
"Touché."
"So..." Dawn coaxed.
"So, last night Giles came over to do some more talking about that vampire from last week and-"
"Anything?"
"Nothing. Part of the problem is that he didn't look or behave different from any other vampire we've fought except that he was extremely powerful. Anyway, there's nothing on what he said either. Nothing about the baby being alive and dead at the same time or what odd. But then I started thinking, you know? What does it really mean to be alive and dead at the same time?"
"Undead," Dawn whispered as she realized what Spike was saying.
"Vampire. And when I told this to big sis and the watcher, it pretty much just went downhill from there."
"Buffy flipped?"
"Pretty much."
"But you don't think..." Dawn struggled for the right words. "What I mean is, do you really think that she's a vampire."
"I can't say," Spike sighed and ran his hands through his hair, "but then again, I've never heard of a vampire with a heartbeat before."
"True. But then again, when has a vampire ever had a child before?" Spike raised his eyebrow at her. "Well... except for that one other time. But he's totally normal! Right? I mean, both of his parents were vampires and he's just a normal little boy. No fangs or... or sunphobia or anything?"
"Not that I could tell. The kid does have a heartbeat and was normal body temperature and such. But still... you never know what could happen right?"
"No, of course you can't. But in the meantime, I think you shouldn't worry so much about what hasn't happened yet. I mean, Buffy's upset so, make her not upset or something."
"But what am I supposed to do?" Spike said, sounding very much like he had given up on the situation. "She's been down and blue since the vampire last week. What a way to spend Valentine's Day, eh?"
"I really don't know what to say besides maybe since you two didn't get a proper Valentine's Day, you should give her one," Dawn instructed him as she smiled slyly and stood from the couch. "And now I am going to go take a shower."
Dawn had reached the stairs when Spike finally caught her drift. "So what you're saying is-"
Dawn turned around and looked at him with a clever grin, "what I'm saying is: I'm sure you'll think of something."
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Buffy walked up the stairs of the front porch and placed down the various packages she was carrying. She was rather annoyed that out of all the three people she had gone shopping with (Dawn, Willow, and Tara), none of them had bothered to help the pregnant lady with the bags. Dawn had been dropped off at Janice's first, then Willow and Tara had insisted upon being left at the graveyard immediately after shopping.
"Once the sun sets, it's never too early for the vampires and such," Willow had reminded Buffy with a giggle and a mischievous glance at her girlfriend who merely smiled knowingly. Buffy knew right away that something was up. But whatever it was...
"Oh who cares?" Buffy grumbled angrily as she pulled her keys out of her bag. She jammed them into the keyhole, coming very close to breaking the lock. She picked up her bags and stormed through the front door, kicking it shut behind her. She was so flustered that when she entered, she barely noticed the sweet aroma of the dozens of scented candles that had been placed about the stairs, foyer, and living room... almost.
"Oh. My. God." She choked, as she walked further into the house to find that the living room floor was completely covered with different colored rose petals. The centerpiece was a tall young (by appearance) man, pale with blonde hair and sapphire blue eyes. He was holding a bouquet of red and white long stemmed roses.
"Happy Valentine's Day," he said with a childish shrug.
Buffy nearly broke out into tears due to what she saw. She was so touched that he would do something like this for her. She was just so shocked that she couldn't even move.
"It's not Valentine's Day, you know."
"I know," he smiled at her, "but we can pretend..."
"Okay," she said absently as she walked to him. He handed her the flowers and she put them up to her nose and inhaled deeply. "They smell wonderful. Thank you."
Spike nodded and kissed her sweetly on her cheek. "You're worth it."
"I can't believe you did all this for me. How did you even get this stuff?"
"I pulled a few strings and asked a few favors."
"So Willow, Tara, and Dawn did the dirty work for ya, huh?"
"Well... yeah."
Buffy laughed and absently put her hand on her stomach. It was then that she remembered why she had been so upset for the past week. Her eyes became sad and she avoided Spike's, though they were desperately searching for hers. She carefully placed the roses on the coffee table so that she could place both hands protectively on her stomach. Spike took a step forward and put his hands on top of hers.
"Spike, I-"
"She's going to be fine, Buffy."
The Slayer sighed, "how can you know that?"
Spike took one hand off of his love's stomach so that he could lift her chin. When his eyes met hers he said, "fatherly instinct."
Buffy laughed and wrapped her arms around Spike's neck. He held her close and placed a long kiss on her neck. She bent her head back and let his own rest there for a few moments. This is what her life was supposed to be like, she decided for herself, this is how it's supposed to be.
"Have I told you today how much I love you?"
"Not yet, and I never get tired of hearing it."
"I love you."
"And you, pet. I love you so much."
"But you know you're crazy if you think I'm gonna even help clean this up."
"Nah, I know... I'm paying Dawn forty bucks to do it tomorrow," he chuckled.
Buffy smiled and sighed, "figures."
"Yeah well..." Spike trailed off and stepped back. He grinned widely and held his hand out to Buffy.
"May I have this dance?" He asked with a half-sarcastic bow.
"Baby," she laughed with an amused smirk as she took his hand, "that's all we've ever done."
TBC...