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.
.:A/N:. Sorry for the long wait, but here's another chapter. Ignore the
last a/n. Thanks to EmilyTheStrange1 (go check out her stories), she had it
in her email. And, she did practically write this, coming up with the ideas
and all. So, it'd be pretty impossible to do this without all her help.
Well, I'm going to stop rambling now so you can get on with the reading.
.:A/N 2:. Okay, something up, I don't know if its just my loser computer,
or the site. But, when I upload, its like, well not the format I had it in.
So, if it shows up bad, can you just deal until I get it up right? Thanks!
~*~

Spike sat by Buffy's side holding her hand in the small hospital room.
Earlier when he was in the middle of fighting Angel an ambulance came to
the school. Willow told him what was going on and she had told him to go
with Buffy instead. Spike was worried about the baby, was she okay? Was
Buffy okay?

"Spike?"

He looked down at Buffy and saw that she had woken up. She looked a little
confused as to what had happened.

"Yeah luv, I'm here." Spike said. "I'm sorry about yelling at you,
fighting, everything. I love you Buffy, you had me worried."

"I love you too. As for the apology I think we can arrange something."
Buffy smiled. "What happened? My head feels like there's a herd of
elephants stampeding around."

"You bloody fainted is what happened."

"I did?" Buffy asked. "Oh yeah. The baby? Is she okay?"

"Don't know, haven't talked to the doc yet."

"When will we know? Spike, I hope the baby isn't hurt." Buffy said.

"She'll be fine. The doc's out talking to your parents."

~*~

Joyce sat in the waiting room at the hospital. She gripped her husband's
hand tight, causing a tint of purple in his fingers. She looked up when she
heard footsteps. An older man stood, wearing a white lab coat.

"Mr. and Mrs. Summers?"

The two stood and followed him into his office. They sat down in two chairs
across from his desk.

"I'm Doctor Leonard. Now, Buffy has been under a lot of stress lately, but
both her and the baby will be okay. Of course she'll need lots of bed rest
and soon she should back to her normal healthy self."

"I think you have a mistake. Our Buffy cant be pregnant." Hank said.

"No mistake, she is about 2 months along." Doctor Leonard said.

"That's not possible. Buffy would never." Hank said, pushing his chair
back.

He ran out of the office and into Buffy's temporary room. Spike was on the
bed, rubbing Buffy's stomach and holding her hand. Angrily, Hank walked
over to the bed, stopping and glaring at the two.

"Spike!" He yelled. "Get the hell away from her!"

"Daddy?" Buffy asked, scared.

Spike did as Hank told him. He had no clue why Buffy's father was so angry,
angry with him. What had he done that was so bad? That made him so mad
Buffy was afraid. Hank ignored Buffy and rammed Spike into the nearest
wall, his hand clutching Spike's throat. Buffy started to cry in confusion
and called her dad's name.

"You little punk! What have you done to my little girl?" Hank yelled in his
face. "I take you into my home and this is how you repay me?"

"Daddy, let him go!" Buffy cried.

Hank stared at the boy that he had pinned then back to his daughter. He
stepped back, releasing Spike. Rubbing his throat, Spike leaned against the
wall for support. Joyce walked into the room, hearing the cry of her
daughter and went over to her side.

"Buffy, say it isn't true, say you aren't pregnant."

Everyone in the room froze as Joyce asked her this question. So many words
ran through Buffy's head but she just couldn't manage to form them into
sentences. The hurt she saw in her parents eyes made her want to lie, but
the love in Spike's wanted her to tell the truth. She had two different
choices and decided to do something hopefully her father would later
understand. She decided to tell the truth. Closing her eyes, she took a few
deep breaths before answering.

"I'm sorry, but I can't say that."

"You little slut! How could you do this to our family? You're a disgrace! I
don't know if I can forgive you. And I'm sure the lord will not forgive
you! Having sex before marriage is a sin. A sin." Hank said. "As for you
Spike, back to England. You will never, I repeat never come near us
including my daughter again!"
"Buffy is anything but a slut! We were in love when we made this baby and
we still are. Sending me away, forbidding me from seeing her, that will
change nothing! I will always love her."
"Don't worry Buffy, we'll find a nice home for the baby, no one will ever
know." Joyce said, ignoring Spike.

"No." Buffy said, placing her hand on her stomach. "I'm keeping this baby.
Spike and me are going to love her and we will make this work. You will not
take her away from me; you'll have to pry her from my dead hands if you
try. She is my child, she is a part of me and nothing, and I mean nothing
could change that. I'm keeping her."

"Oh no you wont missy. If you keep this baby, you might as well get on that
plane along with Spike." Hank said.

"Happily." Buffy said.

"Hank, calm down. Spike will go back to England, the baby will be off in a
nice home, no one will ever find out about this." Joyce reassured.

"I'm not bloody leaving." Spike said, standing straight.

"I don't think you have a choice." Hank began. "You are underage and have
no say in the decision."

"Dad, you can't do that. I love him." Buffy said, fresh tears falling.

"I will do what I see best and that's the end of it." Hank said, turning
and walked out the room.

"Mom?"

"I . . . I'm sorry Buffy." Joyce said and followed her husband out.

Spike watched before sitting next to Buffy on her bed. She looked up at him
into his deep blue eyes. She couldn't picture her life without him now. He
was what she lived for. What kept her sane. What protected her from all
the bad.

"Spike, you . . . You can't leave me . . . Us."

"I wont." Spike said.

"But they'll make you. You heard my dad, you're underage. Nothing you say
will change that."

"SHH, Buffy, don't worry about that now luv. Just live in the moment."

Buffy closed her eyes and rested her head on his chest. Her eyes burned
from crying so much and her heart ached at the thought of never being able
to look into those blue eyes and have all her problems disappear, of never
being held like this. Of never feeling loved again.

~*~

Faith, Xander, Anya, Willow and Oz all sat in the bedroom Faith and Buffy
shared. They were waiting for Buffy to get home from the hospital and
everyone was worried. Faith hadn't told them Buffy was pregnant or that
Spike was the father. She knew Buffy wouldn't want them to know just yet
and when they did found out, that she'd want to tell them herself.

"Do you think she's alright?" Willow asked.

"She'll be fine." Oz said.

"But you don't know that. She could . . . She could be dead." Willow said.

"I doubt that." Faith said.

"Has anyone told Skye or Riley?" Xander asked.

"No, would they really want to know?" Faith asked. "I haven't been here
long, but I know the story."

"I guess you're right, but, I just feel like they should know, you know?"
Willow asked.

"Well, I'll go give them a call." Xander asked, standing.

"I'll help." Faith said. "I'll call Skye, you can get Riley."

Xander nodded and Faith stood up before following him out of the door. They
walked out into the hallway and when Xander went to walk down the stairs,
Faith grabbed his arm.

"Lets use the phone in her parents bedroom. We need to talk." Faith said.

He nodded again and the two quickly hurried into the room, closing the door
and locking it behind them. They sat down on the bed.

"Should we call or talk first?" Xander asked.

"Talk."

"Okay, go ahead." Xander said.

"I never forgot that night. The night we made Connor." Faith said.

"Its hard to just forget something like that."

"I never forgot how much I loved you that night. Maybe I'm completely
stupid, but you seemed to be at least a little bit in love with me. And
that makes me happy, to know that Connor . . . That Connor was made out of
love."

"Faith . . ."

"Don't . . . Say anything." She said.

His face moved closer to hers and he felt her soft lips on his. The kiss
grew into something more passionate, full of love. Xander kept telling
himself this was wrong, he was in love with Anya, not Faith, but his heart
didn't believe it. Couldn't believe it. He'd always been in love with
Faith, ever since the day they'd met. This kiss was like a reunion of their
love, to show them that special thing they had. But it was wrong; no matter
how much in love he was, he couldn't do that to Anya. She was too good to
him. He pulled back, keeping her in his arms.

"I can't do this."

"But you can. See." Faith said, leaning in to kiss him.

"No." Xander said, pushing her away. "I can't do this to Anya."

"But you want to?" Faith asked and Xander stayed silent. "Do you love me?"

"Its not that simple Faith."

"Yes it is. It's really simple. You either love me or you don't. Look me in
the eye and tell me you don't love me."

Xander lifted his head so it was eye level to her. He tried to get those
words out, but it wasn't happening. He couldn't deny his feelings for
Faith, but he couldn't hurt Anya.

"I . . . I cant." Xander said, standing. "Call Skye and Riley, I have to
get back to Anya, my girlfriend."

Faith sat there and watched him walk out on her.

"I'll be waiting for when you can Xander." She said to herself as she
picked up the phone.

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