A/N: Thank you all for your reviews!! I hope you'll enjoy this next
chapter too.
Jill
Chapter 1
Buffy woke up alone in a hospital room. Once she cleared the cobwebs from her brain, she immediately placed her hands on her stomach. It was flat. She began to scream hysterically.
"My baby! My baby, my baby..." She broke down into sobs and tears as she continued her litany.
"Miss? Miss what's wrong?" The nurse said as she tried to calm her down.
"My baby- it's gone. It's gone!"
"No, no sweety. She's fine." Buffy stopped and stared at the woman wide eyed.
"Really?"
"Yes dear."
"Let me see her. Let me hold her." She said in a trembling voice.
"Oh, I think it's best if you rest and-" She stopped short as Buffy grasped her shoulders- tightly.
"You misunderstand, lady. I wasn't asking." She said in a now much firmer voice. The nurse gaped at her in surprise before answering.
"Okay. Alright. I'll go get her now."
Buffy couldn't believe it. A little, baby girl. But she missed all of the excruciating pain that labor- well, that part wasn't so bad. Then she wondered how Dru had faired out. Maybe she was close by? As she waited as patiently as she could, she took in her surroundings.
"Not too shabby. These hospital people are really nice." She thought aloud as she looked at the room. It seemed tons better than your average hospital room. Plus there were lots of flowers and balloons. It was nice. Finally the nurse came back with a little, pink bundle of joy.
"Here's your girl! All nine pounds and twenty-three inches!" The nurse exclaimed. *Yep, this is definitely Angel's kid* Buffy thought. When she was handed to her and she saw her adorable, chubby baby face, the waterworks started again.
"My baby. My little girl." She whispered as she kissed her soft forehead.
"I'll leave you two alone for some quality mother-daughter time." She said as she gently closed the door.
"Well, you are just the sweetest, little..." Buffy trailed off as she gazed at her little hands and little wrists, noticing what the little white band secured around it said.
"Baby Giles?! Aww, jeeze lady! Ya brought me the wrong kid!" Then she looked down at her own hospital wrist band. It read "Drusilla Giles." Finally she noticed Drusilla's ring was still on her finger.
"Oh, no." She whispered. As the puzzle pieces began to fit in Buffy's head, the nurse came back.
"What's the matter? Is some-"
"When I was found, was there another pregnant lady in the room with me? Did she make it?" The nurse hesitated before answering.
"Was she close to you?"
"Please, just tell me."
"No, miss, she didn't. And neither did your husband. I'm terribly sorry for your loss." She said apologetically as she left the room again. In that instant, Buffy felt as if the weight of the world had been dropped upon her... head.
***************
"Okay, sweetie. Someone obviously made a big mistake and we have to leave before anyone finds out." Buffy said to her baby as she put her down gently in the crib. She began swiftly putting on clothes from the suitcase- all of Drusilla's and all too long. Just as she was about to hightail it out of there, she heard someone quickly approaching the door. Before she could think of what to do, the nurse entered again with a tall gentleman in a butler's suit behind her.
"Mrs. Giles? Your ride home is here." The nurse announced.
"Hi. My name is Andrew and I will be escorting you to the Giles' estate."
"What? Why?"
"Um, because Mr. Giles would like to meet his daughter-in-law and first grandchild. Also, I'm very sorry for your loss. Randy was a very, very special man." Andrew said with tears in his eyes.
"Oh, well I-"
"Well come along. Got to get going if we want to beat the afternoon traffic." He said as he brought out a car seat from the other side of the door and strode over to the crib to retrieve the baby.
"No wait! I'll do it! I'll carry her!" Buffy exclaimed. She didn't want anyone handling her baby. Andrew eyed her a bit in confusion before smiling brightly.
"All right. I'll just get your suitcase. Ready?" But he walked out before she replied. She reluctantly followed behind.
***************
Buffy couldn't believe it. She went from being homeless and sneaking on trains to sitting in a Rolls Royce heading towards some mansion in a place called Sunnydale. But heaviness settled over her heart as she thought about why she was heading there. Because a kind man and his nice wife died. The worst part of it was the fact that the damn ring wouldn't come off. Her fingers were still swollen. The only reason she wasn't going to tell the truth was because of her little girl. She didn't want her to grow up cold, hungry and homeless. Maybe this would be a chance to start over. Couldn't hurt anyone, right?
"So, how are you holding up?" Andrew asked.
"Oh, well, ya know... okay?" Buffy wasn't quite sure how to answer the question.
"How was your-"
"Look, I'm not trying to be rude, but I'm just not in the talking mood right now. I'd just like to sit, and think, and reflect." *Yeah, on my one way ticket- to hell.* she thought.
"Oh, yes, yes. Traumatic experience and all. We should be there fairly shortly."
Buffy sat back and attempted to enjoy the ride as best as humanly possible. But excitement, terror, and guilt were gripping her all at once. She still wasn't sure if or even how she could possibly explain it all. Maybe they'd know she wasn't Drusilla as soon as she walked through the door.
"Drusilla. I'm sorry we had to meet on such sorrowful terms." An older, British guy with glasses asked. *Huh, guess not.*
"I'm Rupert Giles- Randy's father. Do come in." Buffy gave the man a trying smile as he gently took the baby out of her arms.
"Hello there, sweetheart. Have you thought of a name yet?" He asked as he smiled at the baby, his eyes filling up with tears. But before she could answer, someone interrupted.
"She here yet, dad?" A familiar voice asked from the top of the stairs. Buffy looked up and saw him- Randy. He was alive! Oh sure he had no glasses and his hair was shorter, slicked back and bleached, and was that a scar on his eyebrow? But hell, it was him! Oh god, what must he think of her going around impersonating his deceased wife? She had to get out of there. She quickly began retrieving her baby girl from Mr. Giles' arms.
"What, what' wrong?" Giles asked her. "Randy" eyed her curiously as he descended the stairs.
"What, Randy never told you about me? His identical twin brother?" The other man said as he stood before Buffy and his father. Buffy relaxed considerably.
"He never said you guys were identical." She said as Giles gingerly reached for the baby.
"Well, allow me to introduce myself, then. I'm William 'Spike' Giles. Feel free to call me Will or Spike, or whatever suits you." He sounded friendly enough, yet he gave her a look of ... disdain?
"Let me get a look see at my lil' niece. How ya doin', there, Niblet?"
TBC
Jill
Chapter 1
Buffy woke up alone in a hospital room. Once she cleared the cobwebs from her brain, she immediately placed her hands on her stomach. It was flat. She began to scream hysterically.
"My baby! My baby, my baby..." She broke down into sobs and tears as she continued her litany.
"Miss? Miss what's wrong?" The nurse said as she tried to calm her down.
"My baby- it's gone. It's gone!"
"No, no sweety. She's fine." Buffy stopped and stared at the woman wide eyed.
"Really?"
"Yes dear."
"Let me see her. Let me hold her." She said in a trembling voice.
"Oh, I think it's best if you rest and-" She stopped short as Buffy grasped her shoulders- tightly.
"You misunderstand, lady. I wasn't asking." She said in a now much firmer voice. The nurse gaped at her in surprise before answering.
"Okay. Alright. I'll go get her now."
Buffy couldn't believe it. A little, baby girl. But she missed all of the excruciating pain that labor- well, that part wasn't so bad. Then she wondered how Dru had faired out. Maybe she was close by? As she waited as patiently as she could, she took in her surroundings.
"Not too shabby. These hospital people are really nice." She thought aloud as she looked at the room. It seemed tons better than your average hospital room. Plus there were lots of flowers and balloons. It was nice. Finally the nurse came back with a little, pink bundle of joy.
"Here's your girl! All nine pounds and twenty-three inches!" The nurse exclaimed. *Yep, this is definitely Angel's kid* Buffy thought. When she was handed to her and she saw her adorable, chubby baby face, the waterworks started again.
"My baby. My little girl." She whispered as she kissed her soft forehead.
"I'll leave you two alone for some quality mother-daughter time." She said as she gently closed the door.
"Well, you are just the sweetest, little..." Buffy trailed off as she gazed at her little hands and little wrists, noticing what the little white band secured around it said.
"Baby Giles?! Aww, jeeze lady! Ya brought me the wrong kid!" Then she looked down at her own hospital wrist band. It read "Drusilla Giles." Finally she noticed Drusilla's ring was still on her finger.
"Oh, no." She whispered. As the puzzle pieces began to fit in Buffy's head, the nurse came back.
"What's the matter? Is some-"
"When I was found, was there another pregnant lady in the room with me? Did she make it?" The nurse hesitated before answering.
"Was she close to you?"
"Please, just tell me."
"No, miss, she didn't. And neither did your husband. I'm terribly sorry for your loss." She said apologetically as she left the room again. In that instant, Buffy felt as if the weight of the world had been dropped upon her... head.
***************
"Okay, sweetie. Someone obviously made a big mistake and we have to leave before anyone finds out." Buffy said to her baby as she put her down gently in the crib. She began swiftly putting on clothes from the suitcase- all of Drusilla's and all too long. Just as she was about to hightail it out of there, she heard someone quickly approaching the door. Before she could think of what to do, the nurse entered again with a tall gentleman in a butler's suit behind her.
"Mrs. Giles? Your ride home is here." The nurse announced.
"Hi. My name is Andrew and I will be escorting you to the Giles' estate."
"What? Why?"
"Um, because Mr. Giles would like to meet his daughter-in-law and first grandchild. Also, I'm very sorry for your loss. Randy was a very, very special man." Andrew said with tears in his eyes.
"Oh, well I-"
"Well come along. Got to get going if we want to beat the afternoon traffic." He said as he brought out a car seat from the other side of the door and strode over to the crib to retrieve the baby.
"No wait! I'll do it! I'll carry her!" Buffy exclaimed. She didn't want anyone handling her baby. Andrew eyed her a bit in confusion before smiling brightly.
"All right. I'll just get your suitcase. Ready?" But he walked out before she replied. She reluctantly followed behind.
***************
Buffy couldn't believe it. She went from being homeless and sneaking on trains to sitting in a Rolls Royce heading towards some mansion in a place called Sunnydale. But heaviness settled over her heart as she thought about why she was heading there. Because a kind man and his nice wife died. The worst part of it was the fact that the damn ring wouldn't come off. Her fingers were still swollen. The only reason she wasn't going to tell the truth was because of her little girl. She didn't want her to grow up cold, hungry and homeless. Maybe this would be a chance to start over. Couldn't hurt anyone, right?
"So, how are you holding up?" Andrew asked.
"Oh, well, ya know... okay?" Buffy wasn't quite sure how to answer the question.
"How was your-"
"Look, I'm not trying to be rude, but I'm just not in the talking mood right now. I'd just like to sit, and think, and reflect." *Yeah, on my one way ticket- to hell.* she thought.
"Oh, yes, yes. Traumatic experience and all. We should be there fairly shortly."
Buffy sat back and attempted to enjoy the ride as best as humanly possible. But excitement, terror, and guilt were gripping her all at once. She still wasn't sure if or even how she could possibly explain it all. Maybe they'd know she wasn't Drusilla as soon as she walked through the door.
"Drusilla. I'm sorry we had to meet on such sorrowful terms." An older, British guy with glasses asked. *Huh, guess not.*
"I'm Rupert Giles- Randy's father. Do come in." Buffy gave the man a trying smile as he gently took the baby out of her arms.
"Hello there, sweetheart. Have you thought of a name yet?" He asked as he smiled at the baby, his eyes filling up with tears. But before she could answer, someone interrupted.
"She here yet, dad?" A familiar voice asked from the top of the stairs. Buffy looked up and saw him- Randy. He was alive! Oh sure he had no glasses and his hair was shorter, slicked back and bleached, and was that a scar on his eyebrow? But hell, it was him! Oh god, what must he think of her going around impersonating his deceased wife? She had to get out of there. She quickly began retrieving her baby girl from Mr. Giles' arms.
"What, what' wrong?" Giles asked her. "Randy" eyed her curiously as he descended the stairs.
"What, Randy never told you about me? His identical twin brother?" The other man said as he stood before Buffy and his father. Buffy relaxed considerably.
"He never said you guys were identical." She said as Giles gingerly reached for the baby.
"Well, allow me to introduce myself, then. I'm William 'Spike' Giles. Feel free to call me Will or Spike, or whatever suits you." He sounded friendly enough, yet he gave her a look of ... disdain?
"Let me get a look see at my lil' niece. How ya doin', there, Niblet?"
TBC
