Disclaimer: why even bother with these anymore? Everyone already know that
joss and mutant enemy, etc. own Buffy! Do you think I'm smart enough to
create something like that???
A/N: ok this chapter leaves off right where Willow tells Buffy how she thinks that she became pregnant. Anyways, here's the 3rd chapter! Enjoy. Oh also...fanfiction.net won't let me write in italics or underline (or else I just haven't figured out how to) so '___' is when someone's thinking or the title of something. I think you're smart enough to tell which is which!
Rating: PG (I don't really think this story could get any higher in rating...I mean, in all PG movies these days there's violence and some bad language, so...why am I still talking about the rating??)
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A Gift from the Forgotten Day Chapter 3:
"SPIKE?!?!?!" Buffy nearly fell off the bed at hearing Willow. "You CAN'T be serious!- SPIKE???"
Willow gave Buffy an innocent look. "Well...can you find any other reasonable person--umm, demon—that could have done this to you?"
"Yes! Any other demon! Anything but Spike!" she protested.
"Buffy, I've done the research and nothing else fits! I mean, think about it: when I had my will done, you two ended up getting married...what if you just went a LITTLE too far, but both of you forgot about it? It's possible, Buff, ya know, since it's magic and all...well, anything could have happened," the red head tried to explain her theory as best she could.
Buffy sighed and propped herself up on her elbows. How could this happen to her? She was just now learning to deal with the whole pregnant concept and had now learned that Spike could be the father! This was definitely not her day. She glanced at Willow. "You're sure there's no other possibility—absolutely, positively sure?"
Willow shook her head and replied, "Well there's some other possibilities, but this is my best guess. The other ones—"Willow reached for one of the musty books. "—well, they're kinda, well very, unlikely." She shrugged and looked back over at her friend.
"But—"Buffy tried to put up a fight. Just the thought of bearing Spike's child creeped her out. Even thinking about this made her imagine her hell of a life. She could see it now, all black and white just like 'I Love Lucy'...
***
"Buffy I'm home!" Spike calls out. Buffy rushes up to greet him, her hair in a bandana and wearing a strange dress and apron.
"Spike! Glad you're here, did you get diapers?" "Nah, the baby doesn't need diapers, we can teach him to use a litter box," he replies in his thick British accent. Buffy puts her hands on her hips and purses her lipstick covered lips as the audience bursts into laughter and the small apartment fades away.
***
Buffy shuddered at the thought. "No way...it-it can't happen!" She jumped up to protest, then pointed her finger triumphantly at Willow. "Ooh! He can't...because he's dead! Ha! So see...I can't be pregnant with him because he's dead!" She nodded to reassure her own self.
"That could be yet another one of the side effects of the spell," Willow pointed out.
"Spoil my happy moment..." Buffy hid her face in her pillow.
"You know," Will hesitated, "you might want to actually tell Spike. I'll totally go with you; you know, to back you up 100%. I'm you're back up girl all the way."
"Hooray." Her voice was still slightly muffled from the cushion.
Willow rose from her seat. "Yeah, um Buffy? I meant it might be a good idea to do it now. The sooner the better, right?"
"I don't think this counts." She turned her head and stared at the blank wall.
"Buffy," Willow urged, "c'mon, you might as well tell him now. It's better he finds out from you than...Riley or something. Besides, the fresh air might do you some good. A-and you can get some of your anger out on slayage." She poked Buffy. "Now up with you, you big ol' lump!"
Buffy let out an exasperate sigh. "Fine, but only because I can give Spike a piece of my mind and give him all the blame. That'll make me feel better." She bounced off the bed and grabbed the closest pairs of shoes she could find.
Willow nodded approvingly. "Blame is good. And you can tell him it's all his fault...and even though I'll still be very guilty, I'll know all your blame is on Spike." She smiled innocently.
"Yes, I plan to blame him, and then make him pay child support." She retorted.
"That's a good place to start," Willow chuckled as the two headed out the building and off into the night.
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The two girls had almost reached Spike's crypt when Buffy informed, "You leave me, and you'll be baking guilt cookies the rest of your life." Willow tried to smile at the comment she hoped was a joke. Buffy thrust open the stone door and stepped inside. "Spike!" she yelled.
Spike turned around from the mini fridge, a blood packet in hand. "Bloody hell! Doesn't anyone sodding knock anymore?" he shook his head and pointed at Buffy. "What are you doing here slayer? I dun like you, remember?"
"Shut it Spike, I'm here to talk, and I mean now."
"Well I dun want to talk. I want you to get the bloody hell out of my crypt!" Spike ripped open the blood packet and let the thick liquid slide down his throat, savoring the taste on his tongue. When he was finished, he licked his lips and tossed the empty plastic aside.
Buffy wrinkled her nose. "You're disgusting." Willow stood near the doorway with no intention to leave, just not wanting to be to close to the bickering foes.
Spike flashed a wicked grin. "Well, slayer, if you dun like it, leave."
"I intend to as soon as I'm through with you."
"And what do you intend to do pet? Stake me?" Spike had a mock scared expression on his face as he held his hands in the air like a criminal. "Oh I'm so bloody scared."
Buffy rolled her eyes. "I would, but I have more important matters to discuss. Like this baby you gave me." Her hands immediately went to her hips.
Spike let out a small laugh, "Oh, the slayer's been rolling around in the sack and now she's blaming me, eh?"
"No, I'm saying YOU did this to me!" she hissed.
Spike smirked. "You're killing me slayer. I never knew you were such a comedian. C'mon let's hear another round of laughs. No offense, peaches, but I wouldn't try to get you between the sheets if my unlife depended on it." He sat down in his orange chair next to the small television set and propped his legs on the side table next to him.
She glared daggers at him and Willow finally piped up. She stepped in font of Buffy and raised her hand slightly as if she were in class. "Umm, hi. Yeah, well remember that little spell I did? Well I've done a little research on it and some of the side effects can range from memory loss to missing limbs. And, uh—well you know me—my spells always seem to go berserk and so..." Willow paused and heaved a small sigh, "Spike, Buffy's not kidding. She's, well, pregnant."
"And?" Spike didn't seem affected by Willow's words.
"That means it's all your fault I'm pregnant, stupid!" Buffy translated.
Spike raised his scarred eyebrow and set his feet back on the ground, but still lounged in his chair. "What do you expect me to do ducks? Go arrange a bloody baby shower? I dun care, cause we dun get along, remember?"
"Ughh! You...gahh!" Buffy stormed out of the crypt.
This time, Willow was the one who glared daggers at Spike. Spike shrugged and leaned back into his chair. "What'd you want me to do Red, congratulate her?"
"Well, for starters, you could have shown some sympathy," she huffed and crossed her arms at her chest. "Spike, she's pregnant, she's nauseous, she's scared and it is kinda you're fault!"
Spike gasped sarcastically, "Oh hell! The poor slayer!"
Willow's brows knitted together and she shook her head. "Spike just—look, if you ever wanted to do SOMETHING for someone else, just once..." She sighed and sat on the plaid sofa next to him. "As uncanny as it is, she needs you. Riley left when she tried to explain what she didn't even know, and—she's falling apart, Spike. I can't help her alone and Xander's off helping Giles somewhere in New York trying to get to this strange council meeting and I'm the only one and I'm exploding and it's hard and stressful and-"Willow cut herself off. "Do you get the picture?"
Spike nodded but replied, "Yeah but you still need to tell me why I bloody care."
"Hey, I've bought you blood a couple times when you were down! And when you needed help from the initiative, I was the one who told Giles and Buffy you might be of some help, and besides, if you don't help her, I'll...put a curse on you!" Willow threatened.
"Uh uh...nope, not doing it. Curse me, do whatever you like, I'm not playing the bloody wanker father role!"
"I can make it so blood tastes like something so awful, you'd rather die...or I can make you go bald...I have a full book of curses I've been dying to try out." Her resolve face set in: hook, line, and sinker.
Silence.
"You have to pay for my blood until this bloody thing is over. That's the only sodding way I'm agreeing to this." Spike figured if he got free blood, playing a poof couldn't be THAT hard. Besides, he'd rather keep his peroxide blond locks attached to his scalp.
"Deal." Willow and Spike shook on it and Willow grinned, hopped up and started heading out the door when she looked back and stopped in her tracks. "Are you coming?"
"Now?"
"Yes now! Better to start now than later!"
"That's what you think," Spike crossed his arms and remained in his seat.
"Spike...curses," Willow reminded him, pointing to her own red strands.
"Oh bullocks." Spike rose from his seat and trudged alongside Willow. "What the bloody hell did I get myself into?"
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TBC! Next time, we take a visit to LA to see how Angel and his gang are doing.
A/N: ok this chapter leaves off right where Willow tells Buffy how she thinks that she became pregnant. Anyways, here's the 3rd chapter! Enjoy. Oh also...fanfiction.net won't let me write in italics or underline (or else I just haven't figured out how to) so '___' is when someone's thinking or the title of something. I think you're smart enough to tell which is which!
Rating: PG (I don't really think this story could get any higher in rating...I mean, in all PG movies these days there's violence and some bad language, so...why am I still talking about the rating??)
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A Gift from the Forgotten Day Chapter 3:
"SPIKE?!?!?!" Buffy nearly fell off the bed at hearing Willow. "You CAN'T be serious!- SPIKE???"
Willow gave Buffy an innocent look. "Well...can you find any other reasonable person--umm, demon—that could have done this to you?"
"Yes! Any other demon! Anything but Spike!" she protested.
"Buffy, I've done the research and nothing else fits! I mean, think about it: when I had my will done, you two ended up getting married...what if you just went a LITTLE too far, but both of you forgot about it? It's possible, Buff, ya know, since it's magic and all...well, anything could have happened," the red head tried to explain her theory as best she could.
Buffy sighed and propped herself up on her elbows. How could this happen to her? She was just now learning to deal with the whole pregnant concept and had now learned that Spike could be the father! This was definitely not her day. She glanced at Willow. "You're sure there's no other possibility—absolutely, positively sure?"
Willow shook her head and replied, "Well there's some other possibilities, but this is my best guess. The other ones—"Willow reached for one of the musty books. "—well, they're kinda, well very, unlikely." She shrugged and looked back over at her friend.
"But—"Buffy tried to put up a fight. Just the thought of bearing Spike's child creeped her out. Even thinking about this made her imagine her hell of a life. She could see it now, all black and white just like 'I Love Lucy'...
***
"Buffy I'm home!" Spike calls out. Buffy rushes up to greet him, her hair in a bandana and wearing a strange dress and apron.
"Spike! Glad you're here, did you get diapers?" "Nah, the baby doesn't need diapers, we can teach him to use a litter box," he replies in his thick British accent. Buffy puts her hands on her hips and purses her lipstick covered lips as the audience bursts into laughter and the small apartment fades away.
***
Buffy shuddered at the thought. "No way...it-it can't happen!" She jumped up to protest, then pointed her finger triumphantly at Willow. "Ooh! He can't...because he's dead! Ha! So see...I can't be pregnant with him because he's dead!" She nodded to reassure her own self.
"That could be yet another one of the side effects of the spell," Willow pointed out.
"Spoil my happy moment..." Buffy hid her face in her pillow.
"You know," Will hesitated, "you might want to actually tell Spike. I'll totally go with you; you know, to back you up 100%. I'm you're back up girl all the way."
"Hooray." Her voice was still slightly muffled from the cushion.
Willow rose from her seat. "Yeah, um Buffy? I meant it might be a good idea to do it now. The sooner the better, right?"
"I don't think this counts." She turned her head and stared at the blank wall.
"Buffy," Willow urged, "c'mon, you might as well tell him now. It's better he finds out from you than...Riley or something. Besides, the fresh air might do you some good. A-and you can get some of your anger out on slayage." She poked Buffy. "Now up with you, you big ol' lump!"
Buffy let out an exasperate sigh. "Fine, but only because I can give Spike a piece of my mind and give him all the blame. That'll make me feel better." She bounced off the bed and grabbed the closest pairs of shoes she could find.
Willow nodded approvingly. "Blame is good. And you can tell him it's all his fault...and even though I'll still be very guilty, I'll know all your blame is on Spike." She smiled innocently.
"Yes, I plan to blame him, and then make him pay child support." She retorted.
"That's a good place to start," Willow chuckled as the two headed out the building and off into the night.
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The two girls had almost reached Spike's crypt when Buffy informed, "You leave me, and you'll be baking guilt cookies the rest of your life." Willow tried to smile at the comment she hoped was a joke. Buffy thrust open the stone door and stepped inside. "Spike!" she yelled.
Spike turned around from the mini fridge, a blood packet in hand. "Bloody hell! Doesn't anyone sodding knock anymore?" he shook his head and pointed at Buffy. "What are you doing here slayer? I dun like you, remember?"
"Shut it Spike, I'm here to talk, and I mean now."
"Well I dun want to talk. I want you to get the bloody hell out of my crypt!" Spike ripped open the blood packet and let the thick liquid slide down his throat, savoring the taste on his tongue. When he was finished, he licked his lips and tossed the empty plastic aside.
Buffy wrinkled her nose. "You're disgusting." Willow stood near the doorway with no intention to leave, just not wanting to be to close to the bickering foes.
Spike flashed a wicked grin. "Well, slayer, if you dun like it, leave."
"I intend to as soon as I'm through with you."
"And what do you intend to do pet? Stake me?" Spike had a mock scared expression on his face as he held his hands in the air like a criminal. "Oh I'm so bloody scared."
Buffy rolled her eyes. "I would, but I have more important matters to discuss. Like this baby you gave me." Her hands immediately went to her hips.
Spike let out a small laugh, "Oh, the slayer's been rolling around in the sack and now she's blaming me, eh?"
"No, I'm saying YOU did this to me!" she hissed.
Spike smirked. "You're killing me slayer. I never knew you were such a comedian. C'mon let's hear another round of laughs. No offense, peaches, but I wouldn't try to get you between the sheets if my unlife depended on it." He sat down in his orange chair next to the small television set and propped his legs on the side table next to him.
She glared daggers at him and Willow finally piped up. She stepped in font of Buffy and raised her hand slightly as if she were in class. "Umm, hi. Yeah, well remember that little spell I did? Well I've done a little research on it and some of the side effects can range from memory loss to missing limbs. And, uh—well you know me—my spells always seem to go berserk and so..." Willow paused and heaved a small sigh, "Spike, Buffy's not kidding. She's, well, pregnant."
"And?" Spike didn't seem affected by Willow's words.
"That means it's all your fault I'm pregnant, stupid!" Buffy translated.
Spike raised his scarred eyebrow and set his feet back on the ground, but still lounged in his chair. "What do you expect me to do ducks? Go arrange a bloody baby shower? I dun care, cause we dun get along, remember?"
"Ughh! You...gahh!" Buffy stormed out of the crypt.
This time, Willow was the one who glared daggers at Spike. Spike shrugged and leaned back into his chair. "What'd you want me to do Red, congratulate her?"
"Well, for starters, you could have shown some sympathy," she huffed and crossed her arms at her chest. "Spike, she's pregnant, she's nauseous, she's scared and it is kinda you're fault!"
Spike gasped sarcastically, "Oh hell! The poor slayer!"
Willow's brows knitted together and she shook her head. "Spike just—look, if you ever wanted to do SOMETHING for someone else, just once..." She sighed and sat on the plaid sofa next to him. "As uncanny as it is, she needs you. Riley left when she tried to explain what she didn't even know, and—she's falling apart, Spike. I can't help her alone and Xander's off helping Giles somewhere in New York trying to get to this strange council meeting and I'm the only one and I'm exploding and it's hard and stressful and-"Willow cut herself off. "Do you get the picture?"
Spike nodded but replied, "Yeah but you still need to tell me why I bloody care."
"Hey, I've bought you blood a couple times when you were down! And when you needed help from the initiative, I was the one who told Giles and Buffy you might be of some help, and besides, if you don't help her, I'll...put a curse on you!" Willow threatened.
"Uh uh...nope, not doing it. Curse me, do whatever you like, I'm not playing the bloody wanker father role!"
"I can make it so blood tastes like something so awful, you'd rather die...or I can make you go bald...I have a full book of curses I've been dying to try out." Her resolve face set in: hook, line, and sinker.
Silence.
"You have to pay for my blood until this bloody thing is over. That's the only sodding way I'm agreeing to this." Spike figured if he got free blood, playing a poof couldn't be THAT hard. Besides, he'd rather keep his peroxide blond locks attached to his scalp.
"Deal." Willow and Spike shook on it and Willow grinned, hopped up and started heading out the door when she looked back and stopped in her tracks. "Are you coming?"
"Now?"
"Yes now! Better to start now than later!"
"That's what you think," Spike crossed his arms and remained in his seat.
"Spike...curses," Willow reminded him, pointing to her own red strands.
"Oh bullocks." Spike rose from his seat and trudged alongside Willow. "What the bloody hell did I get myself into?"
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TBC! Next time, we take a visit to LA to see how Angel and his gang are doing.