Author's Note: I am glad you guys like what is going on. I write this stuff for you, so its nice to know that you dig. This chapter is LONG, but it had to be cos I got in a groove and couldn't get out. I am sorry updates are taking longer, I'm trying to make the chapters worth the wait! So please continue to review and let me know what you think, I love hearing everyone's opinion! -Adrianna

Buffy stood outside of Spike's room; when she went to knock on the door she noticed it was open. She figured Spike wouldn't throw a fit if she stuck her head in to tell him they were ready. "Spike? Spike are you in here?" She couldn't think of any place else he would be.

"Yeah love, I'm in the shower, be right out!" Spike yelled back from the bathroom. Buffy wandered into the room and sat on his bed.

"You need some help in there?" Buffy called out with a devilish tone.

"I think I can manage, but I'll keep you posted if anything should arise." Spike said back. Buffy could hear his smile in the words, only two years before he would have been begging her to join him, but now he knew he didn't have to beg..

A few seconds later she heard the water shut off, and soon after Spike came out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel. Buffy felt herself gasp at the sight of him. "Blondie bear has returned!"

"If you keep calling me that, love, you might end up the same way Harmony did, alone." Spike said with a cocked eyebrow and a sly grin. "But about the hair, some habits just die hard. The cheerleader had some bleach in her room, gave it to me before she went to New York, said something about the dark hair not being flattering to my complexion. Sweet girl that Cordelia."

"If I ever hear you refer to Cordelia as 'sweet' again, I will seriously start to think that bleach is eating away at your brain." Buffy laughed. It was strange for the two of them to be so jovial in the face of impending doom. Spike walked over to Buffy, he stopped in front of her and just looked at her.

"What? Is there food on my face? If there is Willow is soo dead..." Buffy started.

"Hardly, love." He leaned in and softly kissed her.

"Mmm, now that was sweet." Buffy smiled.

"Tell no one of this sweetness, no one may ever know!" Spike joked, "I have a reputation to maintain, one which has not yet been marred among gods. I assume you came up here for more than a check on my personal grooming habits, so what's going on?"

"You have grooming habits?" Buffy joked, "Angel's awake, and Giles and Wesley want to meet with us to go over something. I dunno, Giles was pretty vague. Remember when he wasn't so vague?"

"Yeah, I think that was right around the time he planned my demise. Terrific, Peaches was always so pleasant in the morning."

"Why do you call him that?"

"What? Peaches? It's a lot easier than callling him the 'magnificent poof' or 'tall dark and brooding' or 'nancy boy ponce' or..."

"I get the picture. But I still think there is more to it than that."

"And someday you might very well find out. I should probably put on some clothes for the meeting." Spike turned to dig through the bags of new clothes.

Buffy walked up behind him, wrapping her arms around him, putting her cheek against his back, "Personally, I've always thought clothes were highly overrated..."

"Now pet, we wouldn't want to make the other girls jealous, plus there is no need to further shame Angelus or the watcher boys with their inadequecy compared to a man like me." He boasted.

"On second thought, clothes would be good." Buffy stepped back and let Spike get dressed. Then the two of them headed down to Angel's office where they were to meet up with Giles and Wesley. When they walked in Andrew was talking to Giles.

"What's the boy-wanker doing in here? Thought this was a private meeting." Spike asked.

"God! I'm just dropping off some notes for Mr. Giles. I have a X-Files marathon on FX that I can't miss, so if you need anything don't call me." Andrew stated in a far too dramatic tone and exited the room.

"Where's Wesley?" Buffy asked as she and Spike took a seat next to Angel.

"He figured since I have a better relationship with the two of you, that it might be best if I broke the news."

"The minute news needs breaking I know it can never be a good thing." Buffy remarked.

"Andrew and I have been working with the scroll. He is actually quite useful with the translating, I am some what surprised. We have discovered a series of prophecies regarding the three of you."

"Really? Never been much in the prophecies, generally figured they mostly concerned the two of them" Spike pointed at Buffy and Angel.

"After recent events we believe you may in fact be involved."

"But the Shanshu prophecy?" Angel started.

"Oh, it's clearly about you Angel. It's the events surrounding it that involve Buffy and Spike. We believe we may even know how you will come to be human." Giles said, the hesitation could be heard in his voice, the three could tell he was trying to delay the innevitable.

"Sorry, but what does Angel's future cardiac function have to do with us?" Buffy asked.

Giles took a breath, "Let me explain. Angel, it discusses your upcoming battle with the Camille-Varian. The battle will take place on the night of the blood moon. We will help you prepare in all ways possible, but this battle is yours alone to fight."

"That's not fair, we always help each other out, even in battle." Buffy said.

"A prophecy is a prophecy, we cannot change that." Giles answered.

"Yeah, but a stupid prophecy said the Master was going to kill me, and look, I'm still here."

"The Master did kill you Buffy, remember? The prophecy did come true, it just didn't account for CPR." Angel answered.

"Point taken." Buffy sat back in her chair.

"The prophecy mentions a god and a champion." Giles continued.

"That'd be me, I'm a god." Spike gloated.

"Hey Spike, I forgot to mention, it looks good on you." Angel said

"What my hair? You've seen it like this for decades."

"No, I'm tlaking about your big, fat, swollen, god-head." Angel riffed.

"Guys! Can we let Giles finish before letting this devolve into a pissing contest?" Buffy asked.

"Buffy we have reason to believe you are the mentioned champion, and yes, Spike, we believe you to be the god in question. Both of you will play an integral role in Angel's return."

"Angel's going somewhere?" Buffy asked.

"How come I'm feeling that you're leaving some bits out Rupert?" Spike asked pointedly.

"Angel will win this battle, but it will cost him his life."

"Poor Peaches." Spike said.

"The good news is, he will return in near to one year's time. Buffy, you will give birth to Angel and..."

"WHOA! WHAT GILES?" Buffy yelled before he could finish.

"The prophecy discusses a divine birth between a champion and a god. This conception will eventually result in Angel's return to this plane, he will be joined by someone currently known only as the guide."

"I'm gonna be his father? He ate his last father so I'm not too keen on this fathering Angel idea." Spike said.

"Again I say WHAT? Giles this is impossible." Bufyf said, absolutely stunned.

"Well, it is physically possible now that Spike is in human form."

"No it's not Giles. It's not possible at all." Buffy said.

"Hey my bits and pieces work just fine!" Spike said defensively.

"Lovely Spike, just what I didn't need to know. But Buffy, both of you are young and strong, this should be no problem."

"I can't have children." Buffy slowly said, her voice wavering slightly.

"Yes you can, if Nikki could have Robin..." Giles started.

"Oh yeah! And we all saw how well that worked out!" Spike joked.

"No I mean I really can't have children, I mean in a 'medical impossibility' sort of way."

"Why?" Giles asked.

"When I came back this last time, I mean when Willow brought me back, well, let's just say some things were not functioning as usual. I saw my doctor, and she said something about how I will never be able to concieve or something, I don't remember all of it, I sort of blanked out after she got to the 'no kids' part of our appointment. I told Tara about it, and she said that it may be the reason Spike could hurt me, because not all of me came back. I guess everything does have its consequences, I got back my life, but I will never be able to give life. Tara said that may have been one of those side effects Willow didn't pay attention to."

Spike looked over at Buffy, she had held it together pretty well while telling this truth. Her voice had wavered and a lone tear had streaked down her face. He reached out to hold her hand, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Didn't seem important at the time, I sort of blocked it out, didn't think I wanted to live anyways."

"Well this would be a divine birth, so most likely your actual health condition doesn't matter."

"So I'm gonna have baby Angel?" Buffy asked hopefully.

"From what we can tell you'll have twins."

"Twins? I'm going to be the father of bloody twins?"

"Yes, I think so."

Buffy and Spike looked at each other with smiles. "I guess you're going to be stuck with me for a while, pet."

"Hey, as long as you don't pull a 'Hank Summers, escape artist extrordinaire' I'll be happy."

Giles cleared his throat, "We aren't sure who will be joining Angel. We are still looking into that."

"But isn't this still a little wierd? I mean Darla sired Angel, Angel sired Drusilla, Drusilla sired Spike..."

"Actually I sired Spike, Dru only killed him, she panicked in that last moments, didn't let him drink enough, I finished it off." Angel interrupted.

"Okay, even weirder. Angel sires Spike with Drusilla's help. Angel gets back his soul, then Angel kills Darla. Then Angel loses his soul and goes to hell after it is returned, only to come back as an agent of the first. Some crazy ass lawyers bring human Darla back, only for Drusilla to resire her. Then Spike offers to kill Drusilla, but lets her go, and I think somewhere in there Angel tries to kill both Drusilla and Darla. Then Spike gets back his soul, only to die and come back as a god. And now, Angel is going to be reborn to a slayer and an ex-vampire with a soul turned god. I mean this is far more complex than oy meets girl, girls like boy, boy likes girl, they make baby. Whatever happened to Drusilla and Darla, they aren't still out there are they?" Buffy asked, exasperated.

"Dru's being held by the law firm, they are using her as a seer, she's locked up tight. And Darla staked herself so Connor, I mean Darla is dead, I killed her, again." Angel had tried to cover as quickly as possible. He forgot that no one knew who Connor was, or that he even existed.

"No one ever said the Powers had linnear thought." Giles said.

"This just seems like a really bizarre round of 'dysfunctional vampire family feud.'" Buffy finished.

"In a way I suppose, but this is what the prophecy says."

"It's why they did it." Angel said out of no where.

"Did what?" Giles asked.

"Why Wolfram and Hart gave me the L.A. Branch. They knew I wouldn't be around long enough to make an impact. They used this scroll to bring back Darla, so they had to know what else it said. It's why they gave me the amulet, they knew Buffy would never let me wear it, that she would give it to Spike."

"I doubt that they knew all of that, I mean Whistler did say the Powers had to rearrange their plans after Spike's demise." Giles said.

"But, if I had died on the hell mouth the prophecy could not have come true and Wolfram and Hart must have known that. This has been a big set up. They gave me the firm because they knew I would disappear, once I am gone they will probably take it back, knowing I am no longer here to keep them in check."

"But Angel even if you're gone or all human, there is me, and Giles, and Wesley and all your people and all my people, like we wouldn't just take your place."

"If you're pregnant they know you can't do anything, it would risk the children, it would risk me. They know you wouldn't let something happen to me."

"But if they knew all of this, then wouldn't they know you won't be coming back alone? I mean maybe they did know all of this was going to happen, but maybe it wasn't a set up like you think. I mean maybe they need you to be human."

"Yeah, so they can kill me much more easily." Angel scoffed.

"Maybe they need the guide." Spike said unexpectedly.

"What?"

"Maybe they don't need Angel at all, maybe he's only the means to an end, maybe they need the guide. The other child, you said it was a guide of some kind. Perhaps they need that."

"We will look into all possibilities. Right now though we need to prepare for the battle. Your friend Gunn can look into what would happen with the firm if you were to die, Angel. Andrew is working on this business regarding the guide. But we still need to find one of these rouge dark elves to find out how to stop the others." Giles said trying to control the situations, a situation which had gotten far more out of control than he had anticpated.

"That we have under control." Gunn's voice came from the door. "Sorry to interrupt, but I got a call from Files and Records, we can grab up one of those elves, he's one of our clients, we've been offering him protection for the last 100 years."

"Why would he need protection? I mean doesn't Wolfram and Hart deal in evil?" Buffy asked Gunn.

"Well, it seems this elf isn't all sunshine and puppies, seems he was an arms dealer, smuggling elf weaponry to demons. He was a supplier for the firm's armory. They keep him safe, he keeps them in weapons."

"Well, we'll see how safe he is when I go to give him a visit." Angel said as he stood up. He turned to Giles, "Let me know if there is anything else you find out about the prophecy, anything that concerns me before battle, other than that I really don't want to know. One more thing, when is the blood moon?"

"Four days, you have four days." Giles replied.

Angel followed Gunn out to the lobby. Gunn gave him a name and an address, asking if Angel wanted help, he refused and asked Gunn to check out his contract. Buffy and Spike sat for a minute with Giles. Then Giles excused himself, to update Wesley on how the discussion went, and what Angel's suspicions were.

"You're going to be a mum." Spike said as he turned to Buffy, still holding her hand.

"Yeah, crazy ain't it?"

"Well I always knew you were one hell of a woman, and that if something like death wasn't going to stop you, there would be little that would."

"You're gonna be a daddy." Buffy beamed at Spike.

"Now, that's even stranger if you asked me, I mean I died near 125 years ago, and even then I doubted I'd ever have a wife or children, and now, I'm a god, with the most beautiful woman in world in my life and I'm going to be a father, apparently the Powers really do like me. Even if they are sending the poof to be my son."

"This is so weird. What do you think we should name him? I mean should we name him Angel?"

"That's putting the cart before the horse a bit now isn't it love?"

"I'm just saying, I mean we have lots of notice."

"William, we'll name him William."

"Um, like he'd like to be named after you."

"No love, his name was William as well, when he was human. Up in Ireland, dreadful people up there, they called him Liam. Sort of a nickname. My mum called me Wills so it's probably more of a regional thing. He'll have his proper human name again, and we'll just pray he isn't the bloody pain in the arse he was for his first set of parents."

"How do you know all of this?"

"Spend a couple of years with nothing to do in the daylight with a bunch of vampires, you'd be surprised what you'll learn. Dru told me a bunch of it, and some more I gathered when Darla was in her 'can't believe the bastard got a soul' phase, she told us a lot about the man she sired, things you never need to know if he didn't tell you himself. I'm not much on gossip, even if it concerns Peaches." Spike replied.

"Oh, come on, just a little, tell me just a little."

"Nope, my lips are sealed. I'm a gentleman, you'd do well to remember that."

"Well, let me see how sealed those lips are." Buffy said as she moved over and sat on Spike's lap. She kisesd him, softly at first, but growing in intensity, eventually they were hungrily taking each other in. She broke the kiss first. "Lips aren't sealed at all, love." She said as she laughed, returning to kiss him.