wicked-angel3: haha, you saw my story didn't you? lol. I didn't mean for it to be so dramatic like... More so comedy, but I wasn't really sure how to write it... I may try again with a bit more comedy...lol

Jane: Aw, thank you =o)

Dear Diary,

Maybe this is stupid, child-like, to write in a diary, but it helps me to express. You know, instead of what some people resort to, self mutulation. I could never do that, no matter how bad my life is. And trust me, it's pretty screwed up. I'm in love with my soon to be cousin... Well, sorta cousin. I don't know what to do. He's the best thing that's happened to me in a long time, and I love him so much. I can't imagine life without him in it. I'm so hopeless...

Dad got mad at me yesterday. He's been angry lately, ever since Darla announced her pregnancy... Well, later on, not at first. Odd, cause I thought he'd be glad. A kid that's actually his... But no, he's been big on the moody. He even had the nerve to grab me. Me, a Slayer. Boy does he not know what he's getting himself into. You think he'd learn a lesson from Faith... Giles got news from his sources... Whoever they are... Some people called the Watcher's Council are coming to "examine" Spike or something... But if they even think of hurting him, me and Faith'll show him what two Slayers can do...

Dad's calling me, I should go before he gets mad. Wouldn't want to beat my dad up before I get something into my tummy. It isn't even breakfast time yet...

I promise to write more soon. Not that you can actually read it...

Buffy

Buffy closed her diary and stuck it in her dresser drawer. She jumped off her bed and headed for the stairs. Her dad had called for her, but she wasn't sure what for. I'm hoping breakfast is ready, she thought. I'm starving.

Buffy turned the corner into the kitchen and stopped when she saw someone unfamiliar sitting next to Hank, engaged in a conversation. Spike was behind them, a frown spread across his face, he stayed silent, even when Buffy entered.

"W-What's wrong?" Buffy asked, causing all eyes to turn to her.

"Buffy, there's something we need to discuss," Hank said. "Sit."

"I'll stand," Buffy said, looking from one face to another. "What's wrong?"

"This man here is Spike's father," he said. "He came back just a while ago. He wants Spike to go and live with him now."

"No, but..." Buffy said. "His dad isn't..."

"I know I'm not his real father," the man said. "But I love him like he was my own."

"That's why you dropped him on their doorstep!" Buffy yelled, and Spike went to her side. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him. "I... I can't lose you Spike."

"You won't pet, I love you," he said, kissing the top of her head. "I love you."

"This is new to me," Hank said, and they pulled apart. "You're fucking my daughter now? This is the thanks I get for..."

"Dad, stop!" Buffy yelled. "He isn't... Well, he's not... I love him, and he loves me. I won't be seperated from him."

"Well you don't have a choice," he said. "I'm your..."

"I'd stop right there... Cause you aren't my father... Hank," she said. "You don't have any control over me and what I do."

"As long as you're under this roof... Yeah, I do," he said.

"Well maybe I won't be under your roof anymore!" Buffy yelled.

"Buffy, pet," Spike said, trying to calm her down. "You don't..."

"No," Buffy said, pushing him away. "He had the nerve to raise his hand to me. I'm not living under this roof. Cause if that happens again, I don't know what I'll do. I'm taking Dawn, and I'm going with Faith... I'm sure Giles will let us stay."

She moved out of Spike's reach and disappeared up the stairs. Throwing her door opened, she grabbed her suitcase from underneath her bed and began to stuff clothes inside. She heard the door close behind her, and knew that Spike had entered.

She tried to ignore him as he wrapped his arms around her from behind, but finally gave in and let him take her in. He ran his fingers through her hair, kissing her repeatedly on the forehead.

"You need to calm down luv," he soothed. "I'll call Giles, and tell him we're on our way."

"We? No... No Spike you can't come..."

"I'm not leaving you," he said, cupping her chin in his hand. "I love you."
"Thank you again Giles, for letting us stay," Spike said, placing his, Dawn's and Buffy's bags on the floor.

"I don't know about space. But you're welcome to stay for as long as you wish," Giles said. Two Slayers, a vampire's son and a little one, what am I getting myself into? he thought.

"Spike, you can camp out on the couch. Giles has an extra cot that..."

"Nonsense," Giles said. "You and your sisters may have my bed upstairs, I'll take the cot down here."

Buffy smiled and quickly hugged Giles. "Thank you. You've been more of a father to me over the past few days then Hank ever has."

"Buffy, when are we going back to daddy's?" Dawn asked, looking up at her sister.

"We're not sweetie," Buffy said, running her fingers through her hair. "Why don't you go with Giles and get settled in upstairs?"

Dawn nodded and grabbed Giles hand, leading him upstairs. Buffy watched them go before turning to Spike. She walked into his arms and held on to him like if she let him go, he'd disappear.

"Thank you too Spike," she said. "You've really been great."

He nodded. "I love you pet, I'd do anything for you."
Guess the chesseyness has returned.