A/N:  I love the reviews, thank you so much.  Gooshy feelings all around.  You guys are great.  Now, for the story…..

Chapter 20: Trials and Tribulations

Spike shoved a hand through his bleached hair, turning it from smooth and sleek into a wild mass of curls.  He studied the police reports for his latest case and tried hard not to think of Buffy. 

It wasn't working.

She was constantly on his mind.  He was afraid that whoever was leaving the insidious little notes would eventually take it up a notch and perhaps hurt her.  He racked his brain trying to think of ways to protect her, but nothing popped to mind. 

Spike was absolutely sure of one thing; whoever was obsessed with Buffy had probably frequented the lounge.  He absently wondered if the bartender he saw the first time he was there could be involved.  Before the thought could take root and grow, however, Spike was distracted by something.  Or rather, someone. 

Drusilla, in her regal beauty, strolled into his office and shut the door quietly behind her.  She was dressed in all black; a long sleeved shirt and skirt, and had large black sunglasses on. 

"My Spike, it is a dark day today, isn't it?" Drusilla said and slowly walked toward Spike's desk.

Spike raised his eyebrow.  What in the hell is going on now?  "What do you want, Dru?"

Drusilla casually shrugged her thin shoulder and continued to pace toward the desk.  "The stars, they tell me that my day has become night.  The fairies laugh and everyone is happy.  But not me, I am not happy.  My sun is gone, and my moon is waning.  Why did my sun set?"

Spike sighed.  Bloody hell, this woman has completely lost her marbles.  "Drusilla, I don't know what you're talking about, ducks.  I don't know where you're moon and sun are." 

Drusilla laughed, a light tinkle across the room.  "My moon has gone to see the flower that my sun so loves.  Such a pretty, gold flower.  She dances to the fairy music; she dances for gold, from my sun and my moon."

Spike stood up quickly.  Drusilla couldn't be talking about Buffy, could she?  How the hell did Dru know about Buffy?  With the questions flying through his head, Spike gathered his case files and threw them into a briefcase.  He grabbed his coat and took Drusilla's elbow.

"Okay, pet, time to call you dad and have him come get you.  I've got to go now."  Spike tried to lead Drusilla out the door, but she pulled away from him and threw herself back into his office.  

"No, my Spike, you don't understand.  The flower is bad, she took my sun, and now my moon will pluck her for his very own.  He will take the flower away, and my sun will rise again.  Don't you see, that is the way it must be." 

Spike sighed.  "Dru, honey, I don't know what you're talking about.   Baby, I need to go now.  Let Margaret call you a cab."  Again, Spike tried to lead Drusilla out of his office, and again she stopped. 

Drusilla stood very still with her head cocked to the side, like she was listening to something.  She shook her head, and then again, more violently.  When she looked at Spike again, her blue eyes were clear and sure. 

"How bad was it this time?" she asked Spike quietly.

Spike looked at Drusilla for a moment.  "Pretty bad.  Dru, sweetie, what in the bleedin' hell is going on?"

Drusilla heaved a large sigh and then looked at Spike.  "When I found out I was pregnant, I went to see the doctor.  He sent for a psych evaluation, and the psychologist believes that I'm schizophrenic, and perhaps suffering from dissociative disorder.  For the most part, I'm okay, lucid and clear.  There are times when I suffer from spells of dementia, like the one you just witnessed.   There are medications to help me, but unfortunately, they're not good for the baby.  I don't know what to do."

She looked so lost at that moment.  Spike felt a pain go through his heart for the woman that he once loved. He walked to Drusilla's side and pulled her into an embrace.  "It's okay, pet.  I'll help you figure something out.  I promise."

Spike felt Drusilla's arms go around him, and she buried her face against his chest.  "I don't know if I can go through with it, William.  I mean, being a mom is a huge responsibility, and with my problems, it might be better to consider adoption.  I don't want to have a spell and forget about my child."  She started to cry.  

Spike hugged her tighter.  "Shush, now.  Don't worry about that bridge until you come to it.  We'll figure it out, luv.  Don't cry."  

Spike looked down at Drusilla and wiped away a tear from her cheek.  Her luminous blue eyes still held tears, but she blinked them back.  Spike began to untangle her arms from him when Drusilla struck.

Quick as a snake, she wrapped an arm around his neck and pressed her lips to his in a searing kiss.  Her tongue caressed his lips, and Spike tried to pull back when they both heard it.

Someone behind them let out a gasp.  They jumped apart guiltily, turning to see who saw them and Spike felt his heart drop to his feet.

A few feet away from Margaret's desk stood Buffy.

A/N:  Muhahahaha…until next time my pretties.