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 =)
Five days passed by and to Sierra, they were the slowest five days of her life, still with one to go. She couldn't get the paternity test off of her mind. All she could think about was what if Spike was her real father? How would that change things?
Sierra was doodling in her notebook as she sat on a bench underneath a tree. It was a Thursday afternoon, and the bell for lunch to be over had rung long ago, but Sierra hadn't moved. She didn't feel like going to class, and sitting through an hour of pointless talk. She knew it was wrong to skip class, but she couldn't help the way she was. When she didn't want to do something, she didn't do it.
It wasn't like she needed to know the concept of dance in order to get by in life.
"Sierra?"
Sierra looked up to see who was saying her name. She smiled when she saw the brown-haired boy she had come to love.
"Hey Troy," she said, standing from the bench.
"Daydreaming?"
"Something like that," she said, throwing her bag over her shoulder.
"Skipping class again?"
She shrugged. "I wasn't in the mood for it."
"Ah, yes, and when Ms Sierra isn't in the mood for something, nothing can force her to get in the mood," he said.
"That's not true," she said, defensively, but unconvincing.
"You're coming to history though, right? You're not gonna leave me alone in that hell hole," Troy said.
"Its not that bad Troy," she said. "Well for you, it is."
"Me and history just don't click. Like you and science."
"Can't argue with you there," she said, stopping at her locker and opening it up. She threw her bag inside and removed a single binder.
"You gonna tell me what's wrong? Or are we going to act as if nothing is?" he asked, leaning against the row of lockers.
"What are you talking about Troy? Nothing's wrong."
"Uh huh," he said. "So I guess we're going with the second option."
"Nothing's wrong, why don't you believe me?"
"Because I've known you for a long time," he said. "And I'm your best friend. I can tell things like that. Its like a super power."
She sighed. "A few nights ago, I met this man and-."
"Do I want to hear this?"
"Shut up," she said. "Its nothing like that. This man, he said that he thought he was my dad. My real dad."
"Oh," he said, looking down at the ground, then back up at her. "Are you okay? I mean, this is good, right?"
"I don't know," she said, closing her locker. "Its confusing."
"You're not going to move away if he is are you? He can't take you, can he?"
"I don't know," she said, staring to walk towards their history class. "I hope not."
Thanks To:
Jake
Roony
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 =)
Five days passed by and to Sierra, they were the slowest five days of her life, still with one to go. She couldn't get the paternity test off of her mind. All she could think about was what if Spike was her real father? How would that change things?
Sierra was doodling in her notebook as she sat on a bench underneath a tree. It was a Thursday afternoon, and the bell for lunch to be over had rung long ago, but Sierra hadn't moved. She didn't feel like going to class, and sitting through an hour of pointless talk. She knew it was wrong to skip class, but she couldn't help the way she was. When she didn't want to do something, she didn't do it.
It wasn't like she needed to know the concept of dance in order to get by in life.
"Sierra?"
Sierra looked up to see who was saying her name. She smiled when she saw the brown-haired boy she had come to love.
"Hey Troy," she said, standing from the bench.
"Daydreaming?"
"Something like that," she said, throwing her bag over her shoulder.
"Skipping class again?"
She shrugged. "I wasn't in the mood for it."
"Ah, yes, and when Ms Sierra isn't in the mood for something, nothing can force her to get in the mood," he said.
"That's not true," she said, defensively, but unconvincing.
"You're coming to history though, right? You're not gonna leave me alone in that hell hole," Troy said.
"Its not that bad Troy," she said. "Well for you, it is."
"Me and history just don't click. Like you and science."
"Can't argue with you there," she said, stopping at her locker and opening it up. She threw her bag inside and removed a single binder.
"You gonna tell me what's wrong? Or are we going to act as if nothing is?" he asked, leaning against the row of lockers.
"What are you talking about Troy? Nothing's wrong."
"Uh huh," he said. "So I guess we're going with the second option."
"Nothing's wrong, why don't you believe me?"
"Because I've known you for a long time," he said. "And I'm your best friend. I can tell things like that. Its like a super power."
She sighed. "A few nights ago, I met this man and-."
"Do I want to hear this?"
"Shut up," she said. "Its nothing like that. This man, he said that he thought he was my dad. My real dad."
"Oh," he said, looking down at the ground, then back up at her. "Are you okay? I mean, this is good, right?"
"I don't know," she said, closing her locker. "Its confusing."
"You're not going to move away if he is are you? He can't take you, can he?"
"I don't know," she said, staring to walk towards their history class. "I hope not."
Thanks To:
Jake
Roony