Title: It Runs In The Family
Summary: Set after Season Seven of Buffy, and around the beginning/middle of Season Five of Angel. Angel and Darla had a baby, so would it really be unbelievable if Spike did too? Spike left L.A when he had the chance, but didn't go in search of Buffy just yet. He goes up to Nova Scotia, and decides to stay for a while. But what he doesn't know, is that his past will follow him wherever he goes.
Disclaimer: All the character's from BtVS and AtS belong to Joss =( Not me. But I do own Sierra, and any other people that you aren't familiar with. At least I own something =)
"No mom, I'm not drinking," Sierra said into the phone. "No, I'm not lying! I'm staying over at Jenna's for the night. How come you don't know her? Cause you're never around anymore, that's why. I don't need this either. I'm not-. . ." She held the phone away from her ear as her mother rambled on, waiting a few seconds before bringing it back up. "Oh mom, I have to go. Jenna's mom just called us," she said, slamming the phone down.
She turned around on the bed and looked over at Spike who was smirking.
"Parental problems?"
"What do you care?" she asked, standing. "Lets just get to what I'm here for."
"Can do pet," he said, removing his black leather duster. "Come at me."
"Come at you? Are you insane? I'm not fighting you."
"Scared?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
She laughed. "Of you? That's a joke. I just don't want to break anything and then have to end up paying it with the money I don't have! I know Gabriel, and she'll make me work here until whatever it is that's broken is paid off. That, or she calls the police. And really, me, not a big fan of theirs. I have a feeling that the feeling is mutual."
"All right, then what do you suggest we do luv?" he said, walking over towards her.
"Well," she said, thinking. "You could start with telling me what the hell I am."
"I said I was old pet, not a genius. But, you do have some symptoms of Slayers."
"And you would know? You're a vampire; I doubt you've even been close enough to a Slayer to smell her breath."
"Again, you're wrong," he said, sitting down on the bed. "I just happen to be in love with one."
Sierra looked at him seriously, before bursting out laughing. She stopped, and looked at him again before starting up again.
"Oh, you're . . . Serious? And this Slayer, does she feel the same?"
He was silent.
"Mhm," she said. "Well, if this isn't a big waste of my time . . . Might as well go and make myself useful."
Spike grabbed her wrist when she tried to walk past him. "Not so fast luv. If you are a Slayer, you really shouldn't be out there alone."
"If I am a Slayer, wouldn't I be the Slayer?"
"Not since Sunnydale," he said. "Now everyone who could be, is. And you may not want to face it, but if you keep telling yourself that your strength is a result of good family genes, then you're gonna end up just like me, dead."
"You're undead, not dead," she said, coldly. "Which really, I don't know which one is worse." She sat down next to him. "And as far as my strength goes, it may run in my family. I wouldn't know. I never met them."
"But your mom-."
"Isn't my birth mom," she said, and smiled when she saw his shocked face. "You say you're old, but you look like you've never heard of adoption before."
"Just widens things up a bit," he said. "Who knows who you belong to . . ."
"I don't belong to anyone," she said, standing.
"'S not what I meant luv."
"Whatever. I'm leaving," she said, heading for the door. "Thanks for nothing."
Spike watched as the blonde exited the room and let out sigh before lying down. 'Could she be a Slayer? She's certainly got the attitude.'
"Sierra!"
Sierra stopped on the sidewalk and turned around at the sound of her name. She saw Spike running across the street and rolled her eyes as he approached her. She started to walk again, and he followed.
"I think I might know who you're parents are pet," he said, causing her to stop suddenly.
"What? Who?"
"Me, for one."
"Is this really necessary?" Spike asked, looking over at Sierra.
The two sat in the waiting room of the nearby medical clinic. When he had told her that he thought she was his daughter, the first thing she did was laugh in his face. But then she realized, maybe. They definitely looked alike, but it wasn't that simple. Vampires couldn't have children. And if he had her before he was turned, she'd be over a hundred years old, and that was something she was not.
"If you are my father Spike, I want to know," she said. "Although I highly doubt it. But a paternity test is the only solution. If you aren't my father, like I doubt you are, then don't follow me, like I know you will. Cause if you do, I wont be afraid to break anything, including you."
"Sierra McClellan and . . . Spike," the assistant said.
Sierra stood up and looked back at Spike who hesitated before standing. She wasn't going to let him run off and ruin her chances of knowing if he was her father. She'd told him what to do if he wasn't, but what if he was?
Sierra sat in the small, white-walled room alone. The doctor had come and gone and she had no idea where Spike was. Was it even possible for a vampire to take a paternity test? Would they notice that he wasn't breathing, his heart wasn't beating? (.:a/n:. If they can, just pretend they don't. Pretty please)
The door opened and a tall man with short dark hair, dressed in a white lab coat walked in. Sierra looked up, her heart beating fast. She couldn't remember the last time she got so nervous over something. She didn't want Spike to be her father . . . Right?
"Ms McClellan," he said, sitting down on a chair.
"Yes?"
"We've got the DNA from both you and your father, but the results wont be back for at least six days."
"Six days?" she asked, surprised. "But-But I cant wait six days!"
"I'm afraid you'll have to," he said. "You're fath- . . . Spike, is out in the waiting room."
Sierra didn't say a word as she slid off the bed (?) and out the door. She didn't stop to talk to Spike, but walked right past him. He stood up and followed her, jogging to catch up.
"Why such the rush luv?" he asked as the two reached the elevators.
Sierra pushed the down button repeatedly, and stood, a hand on her hip. "Six days Spike, six days. That doesn't make you as mad as it does me? I don't want to wait six days." She pushed the button again, but there was no sign of it coming up. "Damnit."
"Calm down Sierra," he said, putting his hand on her arm.
She shook it off and walked over to door that led to the stairs. She threw it open and disappeared. Spike rolled his eyes, before quickly following after her. 'Well this is gonna be bloody fun.'
Summary: Set after Season Seven of Buffy, and around the beginning/middle of Season Five of Angel. Angel and Darla had a baby, so would it really be unbelievable if Spike did too? Spike left L.A when he had the chance, but didn't go in search of Buffy just yet. He goes up to Nova Scotia, and decides to stay for a while. But what he doesn't know, is that his past will follow him wherever he goes.
Disclaimer: All the character's from BtVS and AtS belong to Joss =( Not me. But I do own Sierra, and any other people that you aren't familiar with. At least I own something =)
"No mom, I'm not drinking," Sierra said into the phone. "No, I'm not lying! I'm staying over at Jenna's for the night. How come you don't know her? Cause you're never around anymore, that's why. I don't need this either. I'm not-. . ." She held the phone away from her ear as her mother rambled on, waiting a few seconds before bringing it back up. "Oh mom, I have to go. Jenna's mom just called us," she said, slamming the phone down.
She turned around on the bed and looked over at Spike who was smirking.
"Parental problems?"
"What do you care?" she asked, standing. "Lets just get to what I'm here for."
"Can do pet," he said, removing his black leather duster. "Come at me."
"Come at you? Are you insane? I'm not fighting you."
"Scared?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
She laughed. "Of you? That's a joke. I just don't want to break anything and then have to end up paying it with the money I don't have! I know Gabriel, and she'll make me work here until whatever it is that's broken is paid off. That, or she calls the police. And really, me, not a big fan of theirs. I have a feeling that the feeling is mutual."
"All right, then what do you suggest we do luv?" he said, walking over towards her.
"Well," she said, thinking. "You could start with telling me what the hell I am."
"I said I was old pet, not a genius. But, you do have some symptoms of Slayers."
"And you would know? You're a vampire; I doubt you've even been close enough to a Slayer to smell her breath."
"Again, you're wrong," he said, sitting down on the bed. "I just happen to be in love with one."
Sierra looked at him seriously, before bursting out laughing. She stopped, and looked at him again before starting up again.
"Oh, you're . . . Serious? And this Slayer, does she feel the same?"
He was silent.
"Mhm," she said. "Well, if this isn't a big waste of my time . . . Might as well go and make myself useful."
Spike grabbed her wrist when she tried to walk past him. "Not so fast luv. If you are a Slayer, you really shouldn't be out there alone."
"If I am a Slayer, wouldn't I be the Slayer?"
"Not since Sunnydale," he said. "Now everyone who could be, is. And you may not want to face it, but if you keep telling yourself that your strength is a result of good family genes, then you're gonna end up just like me, dead."
"You're undead, not dead," she said, coldly. "Which really, I don't know which one is worse." She sat down next to him. "And as far as my strength goes, it may run in my family. I wouldn't know. I never met them."
"But your mom-."
"Isn't my birth mom," she said, and smiled when she saw his shocked face. "You say you're old, but you look like you've never heard of adoption before."
"Just widens things up a bit," he said. "Who knows who you belong to . . ."
"I don't belong to anyone," she said, standing.
"'S not what I meant luv."
"Whatever. I'm leaving," she said, heading for the door. "Thanks for nothing."
Spike watched as the blonde exited the room and let out sigh before lying down. 'Could she be a Slayer? She's certainly got the attitude.'
"Sierra!"
Sierra stopped on the sidewalk and turned around at the sound of her name. She saw Spike running across the street and rolled her eyes as he approached her. She started to walk again, and he followed.
"I think I might know who you're parents are pet," he said, causing her to stop suddenly.
"What? Who?"
"Me, for one."
"Is this really necessary?" Spike asked, looking over at Sierra.
The two sat in the waiting room of the nearby medical clinic. When he had told her that he thought she was his daughter, the first thing she did was laugh in his face. But then she realized, maybe. They definitely looked alike, but it wasn't that simple. Vampires couldn't have children. And if he had her before he was turned, she'd be over a hundred years old, and that was something she was not.
"If you are my father Spike, I want to know," she said. "Although I highly doubt it. But a paternity test is the only solution. If you aren't my father, like I doubt you are, then don't follow me, like I know you will. Cause if you do, I wont be afraid to break anything, including you."
"Sierra McClellan and . . . Spike," the assistant said.
Sierra stood up and looked back at Spike who hesitated before standing. She wasn't going to let him run off and ruin her chances of knowing if he was her father. She'd told him what to do if he wasn't, but what if he was?
Sierra sat in the small, white-walled room alone. The doctor had come and gone and she had no idea where Spike was. Was it even possible for a vampire to take a paternity test? Would they notice that he wasn't breathing, his heart wasn't beating? (.:a/n:. If they can, just pretend they don't. Pretty please)
The door opened and a tall man with short dark hair, dressed in a white lab coat walked in. Sierra looked up, her heart beating fast. She couldn't remember the last time she got so nervous over something. She didn't want Spike to be her father . . . Right?
"Ms McClellan," he said, sitting down on a chair.
"Yes?"
"We've got the DNA from both you and your father, but the results wont be back for at least six days."
"Six days?" she asked, surprised. "But-But I cant wait six days!"
"I'm afraid you'll have to," he said. "You're fath- . . . Spike, is out in the waiting room."
Sierra didn't say a word as she slid off the bed (?) and out the door. She didn't stop to talk to Spike, but walked right past him. He stood up and followed her, jogging to catch up.
"Why such the rush luv?" he asked as the two reached the elevators.
Sierra pushed the down button repeatedly, and stood, a hand on her hip. "Six days Spike, six days. That doesn't make you as mad as it does me? I don't want to wait six days." She pushed the button again, but there was no sign of it coming up. "Damnit."
"Calm down Sierra," he said, putting his hand on her arm.
She shook it off and walked over to door that led to the stairs. She threw it open and disappeared. Spike rolled his eyes, before quickly following after her. 'Well this is gonna be bloody fun.'