Title: The Minister's Daughter

Summary: A/U Buffy is the minister's daughter. A British boy, William aka Spike, comes to live with them for a while. He finds himself falling helplessly in love with her, and she finds herself doing the same. But something from her past stops her from being with him.

Disclaimer: You know the drill. I don't own any of them. Not even my baby Spike. It's very sad really; some of you feel my pain. The pain of not owning Spike. Spike belongs to Joss. I want to be Joss. He owns the sexiest vampire . . . walking.

~*~

"Buffy?" Her mother asked, walking into Buffy's room.

Her jaw literally dropped at what she saw. Her daughter was safely wrapped in Spike's arms, her body pressed into his. They were both sound asleep and had smiles on their faces. Joyce stopped for a minute, smiling herself. Then headed out, slamming the door behind her, assuring that the two would wake up. Indeed they did.

"Buffy?" Spike whispered.

"Hello."

Spike stretched and sat up. Buffy joined him and they both just sat there for a minute.

"That was the most sleep I got in a while. Thanks." Buffy said.

"My pleasure luv." Spike said. "But I should go get ready for school."

"Spike . . . Its Saturday." She said with a giggle.

"Well, in that case . . ." He said and kissed her.

She kissed him back, running her fingers through his now curly blonde locks. She felt his lips leave hers, leaving her eyes shut. She let out a whimper and he just laughed. Opening her eyes, she saw him on the other side of the room, about to leave.

"Save it for later. Tonight, I'm taking you out." He said and disappeared.

~*~

Buffy was in her room, getting ready for tonight. She had no idea where Spike was taking her, or what they were going to do. With butterflies in her tummy, she took one last look in the mirror. Spike had told her not to wear anything to formal, so she was dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans that flared at the foot and a normal, plain black tank top. She wore her hair up in a ponytail and had on little make-up. The door opened; after a quiet knock, and Spike came in. He was dressed in his normal attire, black shirt, black pants, blonde hair. He looked her over, with a smile on his face.

"You look beautiful luv." He said.

"Thank you Spike."

"Are you all set?"

"Yeah, just let me grab my coat." Buffy said, picking up her leather jacket from the bed. "So, where are we going?"

"You'll see." Spike said as the two headed down the stairs.

"Spike . . . You're so mean!" Buffy yelled, hitting him playfully.

"That I am pet."

~*~

Spike pulled the car into the parking lot of what appeared to be a cemetery. Buffy was surprised, shocked and a little frightened as to why he'd bring her here. There was something familiar though, about this particular cemetery, something that Buffy couldn't quite place.

"Well, get out of the car." Spike said, looking to Buffy.

"W-W-Why are we here?" She asked, her voice shaky.

"Trust me luv." He said. "You don't honestly think I brought you out to a cemetery to do something to you pet . . . Do you?"

"Maybe . . ." Buffy said. "No, I don't."

"Then, come with me." He said, getting out of the car.

She was hesitant for a minute, before finally getting out of the car. Spike walked around to the door, and waited. He took her hand and led her to the gate. There was a sign posted that clearly stated no one was to enter after dark. It wasn't completely dark out yet, so Spike opened the gate door and made his way into the cemetery. Buffy nervously gripped his hand tighter as they passed many tombs. She ran into Spike's back when he stopped suddenly.

"Sorry." She whispered. "Where are we?"

She looked down at the tombstone. As she read the name that was engraved, tears started to sting her green eyes.

"Celia. How . . . How did you know?" She asked Spike, looking up at him.

"I asked your mum. I wondered why you were crying at that funeral. Was a little girl. Your mum told me about Celia, and how you never came to visit her, ever. I thought that maybe, you needed to." Spike said.

"I . . . I don't know what to say, Spike. It's been eight years since she died, I saw her die." Buffy said, hugging Spike.

"SHH, I know." He said. "Do you want me to leave?"

"No." Buffy said, shaking her head.

"Okay." Spike said.

Buffy pulled away from his arms and knelt down in front of the grave. She traced the letters of Celia's name with her finger. She felt odd, saying what she was going to. She also felt bad, she hadn't even thought of coming to see her, she couldn't. But with Spike behind her, she felt this sudden feeling, a feeling that she could do anything, as long as he was with her.

"Hey Celia. I'm sorry. I haven't come to see you in a while, actually, never. I wanted to, I did, really. But I just, I couldn't, not after . . . People say that believing someone who is dead can hear you, is a bunch of bull. I disagree. I know you're watching over me and I hope you're happy wherever you are. I know I'm happy here, for once. I wish you could be here with me Celia, so you could meet Spike. You'd love him, I know it. He's a great guy, if it wasn't for him, I don't think I would have come see you. He . . . He's standing right here. What I feel . . . Its weird and . . . scary. I haven't felt this way about anyone before, but . . . I just . . ." She sniffed back a few tears before changing the subject. "Moms okay. Dad, he's doing great. The church is coming along; there's been a few improvements since you last saw it." She looked back at Spike who was resting against a tree, about to light a cigarette. She stood up and walked over to him, he watched.

"Done already luv?"

"Well I wasn't until I saw you." She said.

"Saw me . . ."

"Saw you smoking. Spike, those can kill you! Do you want to die?" He thought she was half joking, but she was nowhere near that.

"Buffy, pet, calm down." Spike said, throwing the cigarette to the ground and stomping on it.

"Spike, you can't die." She whispered, hugging him.

"I'm not going to die pet, its okay." He said. "Want to go to the next surprise now?"

"Okay." She nodded and before saying goodbye to her cousin, they were on their way back to the car.

~*~

Anya watched Xander sleep peacefully next to her. They had a great relationship, one with a lot of love. Xander loved her, she was sure of that and she loved him. Slowly, she made her way out of the bed, so she wouldn't wake him. She was walking across the room to her clothes when she saw a picture on the floor. She bent over and picked it up. She studied it carefully, wondering whom this little boy was. What he meant to Xander.

"Xander!" She yelled and he jumped.

"An, what's wrong?" He asked, a worried look on his face.

"Who is this?" She asked, showing him the picture.

"Where did you get that?"

"Who is it Xander?"

"My so . . . Nephew. That's my nephew, Connor." Xander said.

"Oh, well . . ." Anya said, sitting on the bed.

"Who did you think it was?"

"You're son." Anya said.

"What? No, Anya I have never . . . With anyone else."

"Really?" She asked, a smile on her face.

"I promise. You know I love you Anya."

"I love you too Xander." She said and pounced on him.

~ Uh, yeah. Okay, ignore the whole Anya/Xander part . . . Heh, I know it sucks but I'm not good at writing Anya/Xander . . . I like never have . . . So, yeah, uh, review ~