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 =)
Spike stomped out his what must've been his hundredth cigarette outside of the clinic. Sierra had disappeared inside to wait, but he needed a cigarette badly.
The door opened and just as he was about to light another, he stopped and looked up. Sierra walked out, her facial expression explaining it all.
"Oh," was all Spike said as he lit up his cigarette.
"I don't understand," Sierra said, sitting down on the hard concrete. "You're a . . . Vampire. They can't have children."
"Well, there was this one case," Spike said. "Angel. He 'ad a son."
Sierra looked up at him. "And this Angel, was he a vampire?"
"Yeah," he said, sitting next to her. "Duh."
"Okay well excuse me that my brain is a little jumbled right now," she said. "I just found out that my biological father is a vampire."
"The shock goes for me as well. A little Bit of my own wanderin' around and I never knew."
"Oh yeah, I can imagine how hard this is on you," she said sarcastically. "Look, so what that you're my father? I'm old enough to take care of myself, thanks. I've grown out of my child stage. If I ever was in it."
"So that's it? You want me to up and leave?"
"Yes, but I doubt that's what you're going to do," she said, standing. "So, I guess I'll just have to leave you."
"Not so fast luv," he said, standing and grabbing her arm. "You still need me."
"No, I don't. I'm quite capable of holding my own."
"Maybe, but you still don't know what exactly you mean by it. You don't know what you are luv, and I'm most likely the only one able to help you out. Besides the fact that I created you."
"Oh don't say it like it was any great achievement," she said, shaking him off and walking away. "I could go jump that guy's bones and create something of my own."
"But you're not," he said. "Right?"
She just laughed at him. "Yeah, I really want a bunch of mini-mes attached to my leg." She sighed. "Your place or mine?"
"So this Slayer," Sierra said, spinning the stake she had in her hand. "She still alive?"
"Yeah," Spike said, looking up from the bed.
"You know her well?"
"Yeah," he said. "Anything else?"
"Did you love her?" Her question caught Spike off guard and he fell silent. "Well, I take that as a yes. I'm guessing she didn't feel the same, so you booted it off to the middle of nowhere, which is where you are."
"Couldn't be more wrong pet," he said, standing. "But lets leave it at that, shall we?"
"But I-. . ."
"We're leaving it at that," he said firmly.
"Okay, okay," she said. "So how are we going to do this?"
"Well, usually we try to hit ea- . . ."
"Shut up," she said. "Stupid British guy."
"Ey, this stupid British guy is your father."
"Oh well that changes things," she said, gripping her stake. "Now, what if I accidentally push a little too hard and the stake actually goes through?"
"Well, I become a pile of dust."
"Goodie," she said perkily. "So we fight?"
"First, a little lesson. Lesson one, you must always reach for your weapon," he said, vamping out. "I've already got mine."
"And I mine," she said, holding up her stake. "Lesson one, pointless. I never go anywhere without my stake."
"Okay, so we move on," he said, irritated. "I must warn you, I've killed many."
"Ah, but you have never came across me, Sierra," she said, punching him. He stumbled backwards, touching the spot on his face where she had hit him. "And I don't die easy."
He laughed. "This should be 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 =)
Spike stomped out his what must've been his hundredth cigarette outside of the clinic. Sierra had disappeared inside to wait, but he needed a cigarette badly.
The door opened and just as he was about to light another, he stopped and looked up. Sierra walked out, her facial expression explaining it all.
"Oh," was all Spike said as he lit up his cigarette.
"I don't understand," Sierra said, sitting down on the hard concrete. "You're a . . . Vampire. They can't have children."
"Well, there was this one case," Spike said. "Angel. He 'ad a son."
Sierra looked up at him. "And this Angel, was he a vampire?"
"Yeah," he said, sitting next to her. "Duh."
"Okay well excuse me that my brain is a little jumbled right now," she said. "I just found out that my biological father is a vampire."
"The shock goes for me as well. A little Bit of my own wanderin' around and I never knew."
"Oh yeah, I can imagine how hard this is on you," she said sarcastically. "Look, so what that you're my father? I'm old enough to take care of myself, thanks. I've grown out of my child stage. If I ever was in it."
"So that's it? You want me to up and leave?"
"Yes, but I doubt that's what you're going to do," she said, standing. "So, I guess I'll just have to leave you."
"Not so fast luv," he said, standing and grabbing her arm. "You still need me."
"No, I don't. I'm quite capable of holding my own."
"Maybe, but you still don't know what exactly you mean by it. You don't know what you are luv, and I'm most likely the only one able to help you out. Besides the fact that I created you."
"Oh don't say it like it was any great achievement," she said, shaking him off and walking away. "I could go jump that guy's bones and create something of my own."
"But you're not," he said. "Right?"
She just laughed at him. "Yeah, I really want a bunch of mini-mes attached to my leg." She sighed. "Your place or mine?"
"So this Slayer," Sierra said, spinning the stake she had in her hand. "She still alive?"
"Yeah," Spike said, looking up from the bed.
"You know her well?"
"Yeah," he said. "Anything else?"
"Did you love her?" Her question caught Spike off guard and he fell silent. "Well, I take that as a yes. I'm guessing she didn't feel the same, so you booted it off to the middle of nowhere, which is where you are."
"Couldn't be more wrong pet," he said, standing. "But lets leave it at that, shall we?"
"But I-. . ."
"We're leaving it at that," he said firmly.
"Okay, okay," she said. "So how are we going to do this?"
"Well, usually we try to hit ea- . . ."
"Shut up," she said. "Stupid British guy."
"Ey, this stupid British guy is your father."
"Oh well that changes things," she said, gripping her stake. "Now, what if I accidentally push a little too hard and the stake actually goes through?"
"Well, I become a pile of dust."
"Goodie," she said perkily. "So we fight?"
"First, a little lesson. Lesson one, you must always reach for your weapon," he said, vamping out. "I've already got mine."
"And I mine," she said, holding up her stake. "Lesson one, pointless. I never go anywhere without my stake."
"Okay, so we move on," he said, irritated. "I must warn you, I've killed many."
"Ah, but you have never came across me, Sierra," she said, punching him. He stumbled backwards, touching the spot on his face where she had hit him. "And I don't die easy."
He laughed. "This should be fun."