Chapter 13
Buffy and Spike sat upstairs, on the front seat of a red double Decker bus, as it drove through the wet London morning. Buffy started to giggle. Spike looked at her, a confused expression on his face.
"Sorry Love, not getting the humour of the situation," said Spike.
"It's not funny really, just a stupid random thought that popped into my head," said Buffy.
"Like?" asked Spike.
"Like, at least I am finally getting to see the sights of London. Even if it is from a bus that's probably older than mom," said Buffy.
A thought occurred to Spike.
"Did you even tell your mum that you were going to England?" asked Spike.
"Sure, I phoned her the day before I left," said Buffy.
"How did she react to her only child going away with her mortal enemy for two weeks, and to a strange country?" asked Spike.
Buffy looked uncomfortable for a moment.
"I er um didn't tell her," said Buffy.
Spike chuckled.
"Wonder what Joyce would say, if she knew what her daughter had been doing with said enemy while away," drawled Spike.
Buffy sighed and Spike looked away, as they travelled in awkward silence for several minutes. The bus pulled sharply to a stop and Buffy was thrown into Spike's arms. He steadied her and she looked up into his face; the emotion in his eyes, caused the breath to catch in her throat. Spike ran his tongue over his lower lip. Her eyes followed the action and she pressed her lips to his. He wound his hands in her hair as their kiss deepened. They parted, reminded of their surroundings by the loud hacking cough, of a disapproving old woman. Spike frowned; the moment passed and he looked away.
"Travers told me I was done for; that you wouldn't come for me," Spike said quietly.
Buffy touched his chin and turned him back, to face her.
"I will always come for you, no matter where, or how far. Travers wouldn't know a real human emotion if it staked him, you didn't believe him did you?" asked Buffy.
Spike smiled sadly at her.
"Maybe for an instant, but only for an instant. I mean why would you risk yourself to save me? What do I really have to offer any one? I'm not a good man Buffy; hell I'm not really even a man," said Spike.
Buffy's eyebrows knitted together, her eyes flashing annoyance.
"Do you wanna make me mad? I see who you are now, and I see a different 'man' from the one who showed up in Sunnydale a couple of years ago," said Buffy.
Spike smiled, as the fond memories of their past encounters washed over him.
"Yeah, but wasn't that part of the excitement? To see who would kill the other first?" asked Spike.
Buffy looked at him airily.
"Spike your number was up the moment you decided to come to my town. I would have got you in the end," she said confidently.
"Yeah, my number was up, just not the way, you mean," Spike mumbled in contented acceptance.
"Time to get off, this is our stop. I can see Robson's car parked over there," said Buffy.
They got off the bus, Buffy held tightly to his hand; afraid of losing him again.
"Don't want to rain on your parade love, but what next?" asked Spike.
Buffy reached into the jacket of the brown suit she was wearing, and retrieved a folded piece of paper.
"It's all here; Robson wrote it down, directions and all, probably just as well. I won't really feel safe until we are back to Sunnydale. If Travers comes calling, then at least I can fight him on my own turf," said Buffy
Spike studied the piece of paper.
"Looks like we're going on a trip to Essex, fancy a trip to the seaside? Southend Airport is just a few miles from there," Spike said, as he unlocked the driver's door of the car.
"Spike?" said Buffy as she looked at him
"Yeah?"
"Why is that yellow thingy, around the tyre of the car?" asked Buffy.
"Bloody hell, we're not going anywhere in this; wait here," said Spike as he eyed the wheel clamp, and walked off.
Spike turned a corner, Buffy was in two minds whether to follow him or not. She took the keys from the car door and opened the trunk, taking what was left of hers and Spikes belongings from it. Buffy looked up, as she heard the screeching of tyres. A small strange car pulled up at the kerb. The passenger door opened.
"Are you just gonna stand their and catch flies, or are we going to get the hell out of dodge?" asked Spike.
Buffy scrambled into the car and slammed the door shut.
"Haven't lost my touch," said Spike smugly.
"Spike, is this car stolen?" asked Buffy.
"Borrowed is the preferred term love," said Spike.
Buffy sighed in resignation.
"Can I just say how much I am not loving this trip, anything else illegal on the agenda? " asked Buffy.
"Auto theft is enough to be going on with, unless you have any ideas?" grinned Spike.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The phone rang in Willows dorm room; she had answered it by the second ring.
"Please be Giles," said Willow.
"Oh, but the middle-aged librarian look is so last century," said the voice on the other end.
"Xander? Oh," said Willow, the disappointment evident in her voice.
"Nice to talk to you too Will, maybe you'll be full of the happies again when I give you the news," said Xander.
"Xander!" said Willow warningly.
"Okay, okay, wouldn't want to become a demon magnet again. Just talked to Giles, Buffy's safe from the council for now. If everything goes okay she should be back sometime tomorrow night," said Xander.
Willow breathed a sigh of relief.
"And Spike?" asked Willow.
"That's the funny thing. Giles's watcher friend told him that Spike was captured and that Buffy rescued Spike. What do ya think is going on with that?" asked Xander.
"I have no idea," lied Willow.
"Any way, Buffy and the blonde pest will be back soon. Then maybe we can find out what those evil British guys wanted with our Buff," said Xander.
Willow looked at her watch.
"Gotta go Xander, meeting someone later," said Willow.
"Some hot young campus stud?" asked Xander.
Willow smiled, as she thought of her shy friend Tara. Ever since they had worked together against the Gentlemen, Willow had spent an increasing amount of time with her. It was nice to have a non-Scooby friend, she thought to herself.
"Yeah, how did you guess?" asked Willow as she replaced the handset, and walked over to the closet to get ready.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"If you had to steal a car, couldn't you have got one with a little more leg room?" asked Buffy, as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
"The Mini is a great British institution, you wanted to soak up the culture love. Now's your chance," said Spike, as he leaned forward to switch on the radio.
"Well if Travers and tiny cars are all England has to offer, then you can keep it. How are you holding up? I saw what they did to you back there," said Buffy.
Spike briefly touched his chest.
"Fast healing like yourself pet, I'll soon be right as rain," said Spike.
"Are we there yet?" asked Buffy.
"Do you see any sea?" asked Spike.
"Nope, but I do see a store and my tummy's all growly," said Buffy.
Spike pulled over and Buffy took the remainder of their dwindling cash and exited the car.
"Don't take all day, I know how long it takes a girl to shop," said Spike, raising an eyebrow.
"Well I'm not like other girls," she said as she walked off.
"That's for bloody certain," Spike replied.
With Buffy gone, Spike looked out at the darkening skyline. He idly strummed his long fingers on the steering wheel. It was only three in the afternoon, but it was already starting to get dark. Suddenly Spike gasped as he felt a sharp pain in his upper body, he clutched at his chest, as he blacked out momentarily.
Buffy returned to find him slumped over the wheel.
"Spike, are you okay," she asked urgently.
Spike raised his head.
"My heart just stopped, looks like the demon blood is wearing off. It was like dying all over again," said Spike.
"Sure you're okay?" asked Buffy.
Spike nodded.
Buffy placed the groceries in the back seat and pulled him into her arms. She immediately noticed the returned coolness of his body.
"Guess it couldn't last forever," she sighed against his skin.
"Did you want it to?" asked Spike.
"I don't know," she answered truthfully.
They pulled apart and Spike drove off.
"Got some time to kill, mind a little detour?" asked Spike.
"Is that wise?" asked Buffy.
"Don't go all sane on me now. I just want you to have one good memory from your trip," said Spike.
Buffy gave him a saucy grin,
"I have quite a few happy memories already," she replied, as her hand curved around his thigh.
"I'm starting to think that all those stories about college girls are true," he said teasingly.
Spike turned his full attention back to the road. As full as he could, with a certain slayer tracing patterns along the curve of his inner thigh. After a few more minutes, Spike turned into a car park and switched off the engine.
"Where are we?" she asked.
"You'll see," said Spike.
He quickly exited the car and opened her door. Buffy got out, smelling the salty air.
"The sea?" she asked.
"Either that, or there's a really big puddle over there," Spike said dryly.
"Ruin the moment why don't ya," said Buffy, as she lightly thumped him on the arm.
Spike pulled her along the sea front and down the steps leading to the beach.
"Slow down, I can't run in this thing, I should change," said Buffy, looking down at Lavinia's clothing.
"Keep it on. It makes you look like a proper little schoolteacher. You know I'm a bad boy, are you going to punish me later?" asked Spike, hopefully.
"Repeatedly," said Buffy, trying to look severe.
They linked hands and walked along the beach. Buffy winced as a pebble worked its way into her boot.
"Damn stones, thought the beach was meant to be a little more..well beachy, not that I mind," Buffy amended quickly, not wishing to appear ungrateful.
Spike stopped walking and looked out to sea.
"Buffy, there are things we really need to talk about. Travers told me everything, about his plans for you, why he wanted my chip, and why he gave me demon blood. You're not gonna like it," said Spike.
"I don't suppose I will, but lets save it for when we get back to Sunnydale. We can hold a scooby meeting, talk over the facts with the others," said Buffy.
Spike shrugged, not sure, it was the best way to go. He knew Buffy all too well, she wouldn't listen unless she wanted to.
"Okay, but on your head be it. At least let me tell you about our first night together," said Spike.
"You mean the night I acted like a drunken ho?" asked Buffy, reddening, at what little memory she had of that night.
"You didn't though. Nothing happened at all," said Spike.
Buffy stared at him, briefly stunned into silence.
"Why didn't you tell me?" she demanded.
"Why didn't I bloody.Buffy I tried a million times the morning after. You didn't want to know," Spike said in indignation.
Buffy grinned at him playfully.
"Ahh, I had ya!" said Buffy.
Spike realised that she was teasing him.
"Summers, you are asking for it!" growled Spike.
"And you're going to give it to me later, but for now lets enjoy the rest of our walk," she replied as they continued along the beach.
"So you're not mad?" asked Spike.
"For something that was my fault? So what exactly did happen?" Asked Buffy.
"You asked me to stay and I did, I held you in my arms all night," said Spike.
Buffy swallowed as she felt tears spring to her eyes. She gently touched his face.
"Thank you," she said.
"Buffy?"
"Yeah,"
"Is this gonna work? You know, the you and me?" asked Spike.
Buffy was silent as she considered it.
"Don't see why not, you're thinking of my friends reactions aren't you?" asked Buffy.
"Maybe, but you know they all hate me, don't you," asked Spike.
"Yeah, it had crossed my mind, but take their histories; Willow dated a werewolf and Xander is currently dating an ex vengeance demon. Don't really think they have a lot of reason to go all judgy on me," said Buffy.
"We'll see. Incidentally, how do you feel about kids?" asked Spike.
Buffy looked at him strangely as the memory of her nightmare came over her.
"That's a funny kinda out there question," Said Buffy as she looked down at the ground. "I don't know, give me another week and I'll tell ya," she added quietly.
"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Spike sharply.
"Nothing, nothing at all," Buffy said vaguely.
They sat on a bench over looking the sea, holding hands and lost in their own thoughts. Both thinking of the possible child they may have created, but neither of them ready to voice it. He saw his ring shining on her thumb, so she'd kept it after all, he'd thought that his favourite ring must have taken a one-way trip down the loo weeks ago. The little gesture gave Spike hope that maybe they could have a future together after all.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Quentin sat in his limo, feeling very pleased with himself. He had thought the trail had gone cold after Buffy and Spike's flight from the Watchers HQ, but a phone call a couple of hours later, had certainly brightened his mood. He was headed down the A12 towards the only non-commercial airport in the area. A couple of other cars followed in his wake. Buffy Summers was very naïve if she thought it was that easy to get away, he thought to himself as he sipped at his tumbler of whiskey.
"Looks like we're here love," said Spike.
Buffy looked as they drove past the brightly lit airfield, surrounded by a high wire fence.
"Park up," said Buffy.
Spike pulled up along side the grass verge.
"Perfectly good main entrance over there," said Spike.
"Which is why we won't be using it," said Buffy.
She grabbed their things and made her way over to the fence, Spike abandoned the car and joined her just as she did one of her famous flips over the high fence. Not to be out done he did the same.
Buffy glanced at her watch.
"It's seven forty five, not a lot of time to waste," she said as she pulled Spike along with her.
"There's dozens of planes here," said Spike.
"But only one that looks even slightly flight ready, what do you wanna bet that it's our flight," Buffy replied.
"Know all," mumbled Spike.
"You wait here, I'll go check. Robson said they're expecting us," said Buffy.
Buffy made her way over to the plane and talked to the pilot, and she gestured for Spike to join them. They scrambled inside the belly of the plane as the cargo doors closed behind them, and the engines fired into life. The plane moved off as, it made it's way over to the main runway.
Spike looked out of the window, taking his last look at England for what was probably his last time ever, when he noticed a limo and two other cars speeding towards the runway from the other direction.
"Don't look now love, but it looks like Quentin has come to see us off. And to think I thought he didn't care," Spike said sarcastically.
As the engines speeded up, the cars came to a halt, Buffy and Spike watched as they saw Quentin get out of the limo and thump the door in obvious frustration.
"Now be a good girl and wave bye bye, to the nice watcher man," said Spike.
Spike turned to look at Buffy, his mouth opened in surprise.
"What?" she asked innocently.
"Decided that the two finger salute was appropriate for the occasion did you? Hell why not," said Spike as he raised his fingers and did the same.
As the plane got in the air, Buffy relaxed into one of the seats. Apart from the hundreds of cardboard boxes that filled the plane it could have been worse, she thought.
"Well that showed him for now any way, but I doubt that's the last that we've seen of that bastard," said Buffy.
"You can count on it. Enough talk about him, long trip ahead, any ideas how to spend the time?" asked Spike.
"Spike we can't have sex in here, they might catch us. Besides I want to make sure that you are back to normal," said Buffy.
This was a good an opening as he was going to get, so he took it.
"I think it may be a little too late," said Spike.
"What do you mean?" asked Buffy.
"I mean, that I think you might be carrying my child Buffy,"
Spike looked at her, waiting for the childish hysterics and denial to start.
"I know," she said quietly.
TBC
A/N useless piece of trivia, there is an airport at South End, but it only flies to Europe (just a bit of artistic licence there lol)
Buffy and Spike sat upstairs, on the front seat of a red double Decker bus, as it drove through the wet London morning. Buffy started to giggle. Spike looked at her, a confused expression on his face.
"Sorry Love, not getting the humour of the situation," said Spike.
"It's not funny really, just a stupid random thought that popped into my head," said Buffy.
"Like?" asked Spike.
"Like, at least I am finally getting to see the sights of London. Even if it is from a bus that's probably older than mom," said Buffy.
A thought occurred to Spike.
"Did you even tell your mum that you were going to England?" asked Spike.
"Sure, I phoned her the day before I left," said Buffy.
"How did she react to her only child going away with her mortal enemy for two weeks, and to a strange country?" asked Spike.
Buffy looked uncomfortable for a moment.
"I er um didn't tell her," said Buffy.
Spike chuckled.
"Wonder what Joyce would say, if she knew what her daughter had been doing with said enemy while away," drawled Spike.
Buffy sighed and Spike looked away, as they travelled in awkward silence for several minutes. The bus pulled sharply to a stop and Buffy was thrown into Spike's arms. He steadied her and she looked up into his face; the emotion in his eyes, caused the breath to catch in her throat. Spike ran his tongue over his lower lip. Her eyes followed the action and she pressed her lips to his. He wound his hands in her hair as their kiss deepened. They parted, reminded of their surroundings by the loud hacking cough, of a disapproving old woman. Spike frowned; the moment passed and he looked away.
"Travers told me I was done for; that you wouldn't come for me," Spike said quietly.
Buffy touched his chin and turned him back, to face her.
"I will always come for you, no matter where, or how far. Travers wouldn't know a real human emotion if it staked him, you didn't believe him did you?" asked Buffy.
Spike smiled sadly at her.
"Maybe for an instant, but only for an instant. I mean why would you risk yourself to save me? What do I really have to offer any one? I'm not a good man Buffy; hell I'm not really even a man," said Spike.
Buffy's eyebrows knitted together, her eyes flashing annoyance.
"Do you wanna make me mad? I see who you are now, and I see a different 'man' from the one who showed up in Sunnydale a couple of years ago," said Buffy.
Spike smiled, as the fond memories of their past encounters washed over him.
"Yeah, but wasn't that part of the excitement? To see who would kill the other first?" asked Spike.
Buffy looked at him airily.
"Spike your number was up the moment you decided to come to my town. I would have got you in the end," she said confidently.
"Yeah, my number was up, just not the way, you mean," Spike mumbled in contented acceptance.
"Time to get off, this is our stop. I can see Robson's car parked over there," said Buffy.
They got off the bus, Buffy held tightly to his hand; afraid of losing him again.
"Don't want to rain on your parade love, but what next?" asked Spike.
Buffy reached into the jacket of the brown suit she was wearing, and retrieved a folded piece of paper.
"It's all here; Robson wrote it down, directions and all, probably just as well. I won't really feel safe until we are back to Sunnydale. If Travers comes calling, then at least I can fight him on my own turf," said Buffy
Spike studied the piece of paper.
"Looks like we're going on a trip to Essex, fancy a trip to the seaside? Southend Airport is just a few miles from there," Spike said, as he unlocked the driver's door of the car.
"Spike?" said Buffy as she looked at him
"Yeah?"
"Why is that yellow thingy, around the tyre of the car?" asked Buffy.
"Bloody hell, we're not going anywhere in this; wait here," said Spike as he eyed the wheel clamp, and walked off.
Spike turned a corner, Buffy was in two minds whether to follow him or not. She took the keys from the car door and opened the trunk, taking what was left of hers and Spikes belongings from it. Buffy looked up, as she heard the screeching of tyres. A small strange car pulled up at the kerb. The passenger door opened.
"Are you just gonna stand their and catch flies, or are we going to get the hell out of dodge?" asked Spike.
Buffy scrambled into the car and slammed the door shut.
"Haven't lost my touch," said Spike smugly.
"Spike, is this car stolen?" asked Buffy.
"Borrowed is the preferred term love," said Spike.
Buffy sighed in resignation.
"Can I just say how much I am not loving this trip, anything else illegal on the agenda? " asked Buffy.
"Auto theft is enough to be going on with, unless you have any ideas?" grinned Spike.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The phone rang in Willows dorm room; she had answered it by the second ring.
"Please be Giles," said Willow.
"Oh, but the middle-aged librarian look is so last century," said the voice on the other end.
"Xander? Oh," said Willow, the disappointment evident in her voice.
"Nice to talk to you too Will, maybe you'll be full of the happies again when I give you the news," said Xander.
"Xander!" said Willow warningly.
"Okay, okay, wouldn't want to become a demon magnet again. Just talked to Giles, Buffy's safe from the council for now. If everything goes okay she should be back sometime tomorrow night," said Xander.
Willow breathed a sigh of relief.
"And Spike?" asked Willow.
"That's the funny thing. Giles's watcher friend told him that Spike was captured and that Buffy rescued Spike. What do ya think is going on with that?" asked Xander.
"I have no idea," lied Willow.
"Any way, Buffy and the blonde pest will be back soon. Then maybe we can find out what those evil British guys wanted with our Buff," said Xander.
Willow looked at her watch.
"Gotta go Xander, meeting someone later," said Willow.
"Some hot young campus stud?" asked Xander.
Willow smiled, as she thought of her shy friend Tara. Ever since they had worked together against the Gentlemen, Willow had spent an increasing amount of time with her. It was nice to have a non-Scooby friend, she thought to herself.
"Yeah, how did you guess?" asked Willow as she replaced the handset, and walked over to the closet to get ready.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"If you had to steal a car, couldn't you have got one with a little more leg room?" asked Buffy, as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
"The Mini is a great British institution, you wanted to soak up the culture love. Now's your chance," said Spike, as he leaned forward to switch on the radio.
"Well if Travers and tiny cars are all England has to offer, then you can keep it. How are you holding up? I saw what they did to you back there," said Buffy.
Spike briefly touched his chest.
"Fast healing like yourself pet, I'll soon be right as rain," said Spike.
"Are we there yet?" asked Buffy.
"Do you see any sea?" asked Spike.
"Nope, but I do see a store and my tummy's all growly," said Buffy.
Spike pulled over and Buffy took the remainder of their dwindling cash and exited the car.
"Don't take all day, I know how long it takes a girl to shop," said Spike, raising an eyebrow.
"Well I'm not like other girls," she said as she walked off.
"That's for bloody certain," Spike replied.
With Buffy gone, Spike looked out at the darkening skyline. He idly strummed his long fingers on the steering wheel. It was only three in the afternoon, but it was already starting to get dark. Suddenly Spike gasped as he felt a sharp pain in his upper body, he clutched at his chest, as he blacked out momentarily.
Buffy returned to find him slumped over the wheel.
"Spike, are you okay," she asked urgently.
Spike raised his head.
"My heart just stopped, looks like the demon blood is wearing off. It was like dying all over again," said Spike.
"Sure you're okay?" asked Buffy.
Spike nodded.
Buffy placed the groceries in the back seat and pulled him into her arms. She immediately noticed the returned coolness of his body.
"Guess it couldn't last forever," she sighed against his skin.
"Did you want it to?" asked Spike.
"I don't know," she answered truthfully.
They pulled apart and Spike drove off.
"Got some time to kill, mind a little detour?" asked Spike.
"Is that wise?" asked Buffy.
"Don't go all sane on me now. I just want you to have one good memory from your trip," said Spike.
Buffy gave him a saucy grin,
"I have quite a few happy memories already," she replied, as her hand curved around his thigh.
"I'm starting to think that all those stories about college girls are true," he said teasingly.
Spike turned his full attention back to the road. As full as he could, with a certain slayer tracing patterns along the curve of his inner thigh. After a few more minutes, Spike turned into a car park and switched off the engine.
"Where are we?" she asked.
"You'll see," said Spike.
He quickly exited the car and opened her door. Buffy got out, smelling the salty air.
"The sea?" she asked.
"Either that, or there's a really big puddle over there," Spike said dryly.
"Ruin the moment why don't ya," said Buffy, as she lightly thumped him on the arm.
Spike pulled her along the sea front and down the steps leading to the beach.
"Slow down, I can't run in this thing, I should change," said Buffy, looking down at Lavinia's clothing.
"Keep it on. It makes you look like a proper little schoolteacher. You know I'm a bad boy, are you going to punish me later?" asked Spike, hopefully.
"Repeatedly," said Buffy, trying to look severe.
They linked hands and walked along the beach. Buffy winced as a pebble worked its way into her boot.
"Damn stones, thought the beach was meant to be a little more..well beachy, not that I mind," Buffy amended quickly, not wishing to appear ungrateful.
Spike stopped walking and looked out to sea.
"Buffy, there are things we really need to talk about. Travers told me everything, about his plans for you, why he wanted my chip, and why he gave me demon blood. You're not gonna like it," said Spike.
"I don't suppose I will, but lets save it for when we get back to Sunnydale. We can hold a scooby meeting, talk over the facts with the others," said Buffy.
Spike shrugged, not sure, it was the best way to go. He knew Buffy all too well, she wouldn't listen unless she wanted to.
"Okay, but on your head be it. At least let me tell you about our first night together," said Spike.
"You mean the night I acted like a drunken ho?" asked Buffy, reddening, at what little memory she had of that night.
"You didn't though. Nothing happened at all," said Spike.
Buffy stared at him, briefly stunned into silence.
"Why didn't you tell me?" she demanded.
"Why didn't I bloody.Buffy I tried a million times the morning after. You didn't want to know," Spike said in indignation.
Buffy grinned at him playfully.
"Ahh, I had ya!" said Buffy.
Spike realised that she was teasing him.
"Summers, you are asking for it!" growled Spike.
"And you're going to give it to me later, but for now lets enjoy the rest of our walk," she replied as they continued along the beach.
"So you're not mad?" asked Spike.
"For something that was my fault? So what exactly did happen?" Asked Buffy.
"You asked me to stay and I did, I held you in my arms all night," said Spike.
Buffy swallowed as she felt tears spring to her eyes. She gently touched his face.
"Thank you," she said.
"Buffy?"
"Yeah,"
"Is this gonna work? You know, the you and me?" asked Spike.
Buffy was silent as she considered it.
"Don't see why not, you're thinking of my friends reactions aren't you?" asked Buffy.
"Maybe, but you know they all hate me, don't you," asked Spike.
"Yeah, it had crossed my mind, but take their histories; Willow dated a werewolf and Xander is currently dating an ex vengeance demon. Don't really think they have a lot of reason to go all judgy on me," said Buffy.
"We'll see. Incidentally, how do you feel about kids?" asked Spike.
Buffy looked at him strangely as the memory of her nightmare came over her.
"That's a funny kinda out there question," Said Buffy as she looked down at the ground. "I don't know, give me another week and I'll tell ya," she added quietly.
"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Spike sharply.
"Nothing, nothing at all," Buffy said vaguely.
They sat on a bench over looking the sea, holding hands and lost in their own thoughts. Both thinking of the possible child they may have created, but neither of them ready to voice it. He saw his ring shining on her thumb, so she'd kept it after all, he'd thought that his favourite ring must have taken a one-way trip down the loo weeks ago. The little gesture gave Spike hope that maybe they could have a future together after all.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Quentin sat in his limo, feeling very pleased with himself. He had thought the trail had gone cold after Buffy and Spike's flight from the Watchers HQ, but a phone call a couple of hours later, had certainly brightened his mood. He was headed down the A12 towards the only non-commercial airport in the area. A couple of other cars followed in his wake. Buffy Summers was very naïve if she thought it was that easy to get away, he thought to himself as he sipped at his tumbler of whiskey.
"Looks like we're here love," said Spike.
Buffy looked as they drove past the brightly lit airfield, surrounded by a high wire fence.
"Park up," said Buffy.
Spike pulled up along side the grass verge.
"Perfectly good main entrance over there," said Spike.
"Which is why we won't be using it," said Buffy.
She grabbed their things and made her way over to the fence, Spike abandoned the car and joined her just as she did one of her famous flips over the high fence. Not to be out done he did the same.
Buffy glanced at her watch.
"It's seven forty five, not a lot of time to waste," she said as she pulled Spike along with her.
"There's dozens of planes here," said Spike.
"But only one that looks even slightly flight ready, what do you wanna bet that it's our flight," Buffy replied.
"Know all," mumbled Spike.
"You wait here, I'll go check. Robson said they're expecting us," said Buffy.
Buffy made her way over to the plane and talked to the pilot, and she gestured for Spike to join them. They scrambled inside the belly of the plane as the cargo doors closed behind them, and the engines fired into life. The plane moved off as, it made it's way over to the main runway.
Spike looked out of the window, taking his last look at England for what was probably his last time ever, when he noticed a limo and two other cars speeding towards the runway from the other direction.
"Don't look now love, but it looks like Quentin has come to see us off. And to think I thought he didn't care," Spike said sarcastically.
As the engines speeded up, the cars came to a halt, Buffy and Spike watched as they saw Quentin get out of the limo and thump the door in obvious frustration.
"Now be a good girl and wave bye bye, to the nice watcher man," said Spike.
Spike turned to look at Buffy, his mouth opened in surprise.
"What?" she asked innocently.
"Decided that the two finger salute was appropriate for the occasion did you? Hell why not," said Spike as he raised his fingers and did the same.
As the plane got in the air, Buffy relaxed into one of the seats. Apart from the hundreds of cardboard boxes that filled the plane it could have been worse, she thought.
"Well that showed him for now any way, but I doubt that's the last that we've seen of that bastard," said Buffy.
"You can count on it. Enough talk about him, long trip ahead, any ideas how to spend the time?" asked Spike.
"Spike we can't have sex in here, they might catch us. Besides I want to make sure that you are back to normal," said Buffy.
This was a good an opening as he was going to get, so he took it.
"I think it may be a little too late," said Spike.
"What do you mean?" asked Buffy.
"I mean, that I think you might be carrying my child Buffy,"
Spike looked at her, waiting for the childish hysterics and denial to start.
"I know," she said quietly.
TBC
A/N useless piece of trivia, there is an airport at South End, but it only flies to Europe (just a bit of artistic licence there lol)