I sat there and sat there, just waiting for him to wake up. It was like he
was just asleep. In a way he was. But in my mind it was just a dream and
the fact that my dad was dead. It was all too hard to grasp, even harder
then grasping what has happened in the past few days.
"William?" Spike said with a raspy voice. "Is that you?" Spike's eyes slowly started to open.
"Dad! I knew it, I knew it. I knew you wouldn't leave me." I wiped the tears from my eyes as I smiled, and gave Spike a great big hug. Yet I knew just knew he wouldn't leave me, ever. I ran out to find the doctor. I found him telling the rest of the gang about Spike.
"Doc! Doc! My dad he's, he's, he's alive." I was standing in front of him with a great big smile on my face.
"But, that is impossible."
"No. It's not. Come see." The doc and I walked to Spike's room. When we entered the door the doctor was very surprised.
"Huh." The doctor gasped. "But your heart stopped." The doctor ran to Spike and examined him. "He's fit as a fitle."
"William. I'll be right as rain." Spike sat up in his bed and opened his arms. I ran up to him and gave him a great big hug.
The next morning I had to go to school. And for the first time in my life I was on time. My friends and I met at lunch at our usual table. We decided that we would meet at the crypt that we found.
That night I went to patrol. Buffy wanted to go with me, but I insisted on going alone so I could meet my friends. On my way to the crypt I ran into Jake, you know that vamp that thought I was Spike.
"Spike. Don't run this time. I know that you betrayed our kind. And I want to kill you for that. So stand still."
"Ok. I want to say a few things first. 1) My name is William Windsur so stop calling me Spike, and 2) I'm Spike's son, and 3) My dad is in the hospital with a gun shot wound, and 4) Your dust!"
"Oh really." Jake started at me. We had a little tête-à-tête and I dusted him.
After I dusted him I ran back to the hospital to retrieve Spike. And show him our little crib.
"Dad! Dad. Wake up. I'm gonna get you out a here." I picked up Spike and carried him to the crypt, being careful of the gunshot. When he woke up he looked around with a puzzled look on his face.
"William? How do you know about my old crypt?"
"Your old crypt? What are you talking about? My friends and I found this place here weeks ago. It looks like somebody up and left, thirty years ago."
"Yeah, well, your mum and I had to leave every thing and get out of town, and not to mention the fact that I never cleaned the place. And everyday we were away from you and Emma, we wished we could be here." Spike got up and started walking around the crypt. "Hey my tele. I missed this ol' tele. I miss passions too."
"Oh. I never have liked that show. Giles watches it every Thursday." I stood up and put my hands in my pocket. I pulled out a piece of paper, opened it up and there sitting in front of me was the first poem my dad ever wrote my mum. "Dad? Do you remember this poem?"
"What poem?"
"My Goddess. You know the first one you ever wrote to mum."
"Yeah. Why?"
"I don't know. I was just thinking about it." I turned and faced the door. I could here something coming. This demon walked in that looked like, I don't know what he looked like.
"Spike!" the demon looked at spike and opened his arms and ran toward him and they hugged.
"Clem!"
"Spike. Where have you been? Ever since you left town I've been here saving your crypt. Just a few days a go four human boys where in here looking around."
Spike eyed me, like he knew it was my friends and I, ok well then again he *did* know it was my friends and me.
"Dad!" I looked at Spike like hey yo introduce me.
"Oh. Clem. This is William my son, William this is Clem. Un old friend of your mum and I."
"So this is the young William Spike has been talking about ever since him and the slayer married?" "Yeah that's me, alright."
"At first I thought I was looking at double. Well Spike since your back you can have your crypt back."
"No. Clem Buffy and I already have a house. So you can live here. I hand this crypt over to you."
"Thanks."
Spike and I headed home. On the way there I told him about meeting Jake. After the third time of dusting him.
"Yeah. Jake and I tried killing the slayer. And like always it never worked." Spike made a face.
"Well dad all I know is the first time we met he thought I was you, then again the second time we met he. Wait a minute. The first time we met I dusted him. How could he come back?" I paced and thought.
"The only way to bring back a vampire is two do a ritual witch involves the bones which if you didn't notice turn into dust."
"Dad. What if the ones who brought him back just crabbed all his dust?" I took a glove from my pocket and scooped the dust into it.
"Where did you get the glove?"
"I took it from the hospital when I broke you out."
"Oh."
Spike and I got home. We asked Giles about the vamp and the dust.
"Well, William it looks like you are holding the apocalypse."
"William?" Spike said with a raspy voice. "Is that you?" Spike's eyes slowly started to open.
"Dad! I knew it, I knew it. I knew you wouldn't leave me." I wiped the tears from my eyes as I smiled, and gave Spike a great big hug. Yet I knew just knew he wouldn't leave me, ever. I ran out to find the doctor. I found him telling the rest of the gang about Spike.
"Doc! Doc! My dad he's, he's, he's alive." I was standing in front of him with a great big smile on my face.
"But, that is impossible."
"No. It's not. Come see." The doc and I walked to Spike's room. When we entered the door the doctor was very surprised.
"Huh." The doctor gasped. "But your heart stopped." The doctor ran to Spike and examined him. "He's fit as a fitle."
"William. I'll be right as rain." Spike sat up in his bed and opened his arms. I ran up to him and gave him a great big hug.
The next morning I had to go to school. And for the first time in my life I was on time. My friends and I met at lunch at our usual table. We decided that we would meet at the crypt that we found.
That night I went to patrol. Buffy wanted to go with me, but I insisted on going alone so I could meet my friends. On my way to the crypt I ran into Jake, you know that vamp that thought I was Spike.
"Spike. Don't run this time. I know that you betrayed our kind. And I want to kill you for that. So stand still."
"Ok. I want to say a few things first. 1) My name is William Windsur so stop calling me Spike, and 2) I'm Spike's son, and 3) My dad is in the hospital with a gun shot wound, and 4) Your dust!"
"Oh really." Jake started at me. We had a little tête-à-tête and I dusted him.
After I dusted him I ran back to the hospital to retrieve Spike. And show him our little crib.
"Dad! Dad. Wake up. I'm gonna get you out a here." I picked up Spike and carried him to the crypt, being careful of the gunshot. When he woke up he looked around with a puzzled look on his face.
"William? How do you know about my old crypt?"
"Your old crypt? What are you talking about? My friends and I found this place here weeks ago. It looks like somebody up and left, thirty years ago."
"Yeah, well, your mum and I had to leave every thing and get out of town, and not to mention the fact that I never cleaned the place. And everyday we were away from you and Emma, we wished we could be here." Spike got up and started walking around the crypt. "Hey my tele. I missed this ol' tele. I miss passions too."
"Oh. I never have liked that show. Giles watches it every Thursday." I stood up and put my hands in my pocket. I pulled out a piece of paper, opened it up and there sitting in front of me was the first poem my dad ever wrote my mum. "Dad? Do you remember this poem?"
"What poem?"
"My Goddess. You know the first one you ever wrote to mum."
"Yeah. Why?"
"I don't know. I was just thinking about it." I turned and faced the door. I could here something coming. This demon walked in that looked like, I don't know what he looked like.
"Spike!" the demon looked at spike and opened his arms and ran toward him and they hugged.
"Clem!"
"Spike. Where have you been? Ever since you left town I've been here saving your crypt. Just a few days a go four human boys where in here looking around."
Spike eyed me, like he knew it was my friends and I, ok well then again he *did* know it was my friends and me.
"Dad!" I looked at Spike like hey yo introduce me.
"Oh. Clem. This is William my son, William this is Clem. Un old friend of your mum and I."
"So this is the young William Spike has been talking about ever since him and the slayer married?" "Yeah that's me, alright."
"At first I thought I was looking at double. Well Spike since your back you can have your crypt back."
"No. Clem Buffy and I already have a house. So you can live here. I hand this crypt over to you."
"Thanks."
Spike and I headed home. On the way there I told him about meeting Jake. After the third time of dusting him.
"Yeah. Jake and I tried killing the slayer. And like always it never worked." Spike made a face.
"Well dad all I know is the first time we met he thought I was you, then again the second time we met he. Wait a minute. The first time we met I dusted him. How could he come back?" I paced and thought.
"The only way to bring back a vampire is two do a ritual witch involves the bones which if you didn't notice turn into dust."
"Dad. What if the ones who brought him back just crabbed all his dust?" I took a glove from my pocket and scooped the dust into it.
"Where did you get the glove?"
"I took it from the hospital when I broke you out."
"Oh."
Spike and I got home. We asked Giles about the vamp and the dust.
"Well, William it looks like you are holding the apocalypse."