Chapter Six

Spike's mind was racing. *Bloody hell.* Drusilla was not Drusilla. And that baby was not his niece.

"But how in the hell did she know them..." Spike suspected that this woman must have met Randy and the real Dru before the accident. But why lie about everything? Why impersonate Randy's wife?

"Wait a minute, she's dead." Spike immediately began chain smoking to help clear his mind. Unfortunately, it didn't help one bit. His brain was thinking a thousand thoughts a second. Was she there for their money? Guilt? No place to go? Pity? He couldn't figure it out. But he knew one thing for sure, tomorrow, the mystery blonde's real identity would be found out.

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After finishing her extremely scrumptious meal, Buffy attempted to go to sleep. She was, however, unsuccessful. She couldn't stop thinking about Spike. His sadness just evoked something inside of her that she couldn't put her finger on. That unidentifiable feeling brought out the thousand of gallons of fear. She knew that eventually she would have to leave. Either they would discover the truth and throw her out, or she would be a good person and be truthful about who she was and how she really knew Randy.

Luckily for her, the next couple of days, Spike hadn't come to mansion at all. It was like giving her brain a mini vacation. Giles mentioned something of work or the other, and she tried to remain unconcerned. Spike seemed so flustered the other night... But the good thing was, that was one less person she had to focus on lying to. But the shit really hit the fan when Giles somehow got the bright idea of throwing a party for his "grand daughter." She had to admit that it was pretty nice, though. It was all set up in the extremely large back yard and was very classy. There was a live band and everything. She couldn't help but feel out of place. But a celebration is always of the good, right? *God, how am I gonna deal with all of those people?* Buffy thought wearily.

"Hey, I know how you feel. I'm not really a fan of large crowds, either." Willow said in an attempt to comfort Buffy. Buffy just nodded her head in agreement. Willow was the closest thing she had ever had to a real friend. The thought of losing her and the "home" for her daughter just made her all the more depressed and upset.

"Come on, chin up! Dru, you have to be my brave, lil toaster." She said jokingly. Buffy gave her a small smile in return.

"Alright. If you say- "

"Hey Red. Well, well. How you doin, Dru?" Buffy stopped dead in her tracks as she heard the familiar voice behind her. She quickly turned around with a genuine smile plastered on her face.

"Hey stranger." Willow said with a wave.

"Spike! Hey, where've you been?" She asked as she approached him. She noticed how he hadn't slicked his hair back, showing off his natural curls. It looked amazing in the sunlight.

"Oh, uh, ya know- work." Spike said uneasily. He had to admit that Buffy Summers wasn't too bad on the eyes. She had a special... glow. Effulgent. Maybe it had something to do with the whole pregnancy.

"I think Faith here missed you." She said as she held the baby out to him. He gingerly took her in his arms.

"Decided to go on my choice of name, did you? Good." He said as he stared at the little girl. She yawned and closed her eyes in return.

"Don't think she missed me too much, pet. Xander isn't here by any chance, is he?" He asked. Willow gave "Dru" a worried glance.

"He's around somewhere." Willow said. Spike merely rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, well if the git so much as- "

"Excuse me all, may I have your attention please? William, come up here." Giles said on the mic from his place on the stage.

"Bloody hell. Dad's always trying to come out of his shell. Then he's always tryin' to bring me along for the ride." Spike said handing the baby over to Buffy, then heading towards the stage.

"Please bring Faith with you." He said in a kind voice. Spike looked heavenward, but turned around and gently took Faith from Buffy's hands. Buffy gave him a questioning look and he merely smiled at her.

"S'alright, pet. You'll see. Just don't bloody laugh when it's over." He said, taking long strides to join his father.

"What's going on?" Buffy asked an equally confused Willow.

"I really don't know."

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"Dad, do we really have to do this? Is it really necessary?" Spike asked as he watched some of the members from the band set up two microphones center stage and hand Giles a guitar.

"Yes. It was Randy's song, our song, and I'd like to sing for his daughter, our flesh and blood. That is, if it's not an inconvenience to you, William." Giles said giving him a stern look. Spike decided to hold his comment back on the whole "flesh and blood" thing and nodded his head. He decided to keep all info to himself until he found out what this Buffy chit was really up to. That and the fact that he and his father could harmonize really well. He thought back on the times when he, Randy and his father would sing together, just playing around. He remembered how his mother used to smile when they sang this particular song together. How he wished they both were there right then.

"Um, this song, Will, Randy and I used to sing together. It was a Giles' man thing, I suppose, also Randy's favorite. He used to whistle it often. I'd like to sing it today for you all, my grand daughter in particular, with my son." He said, adjusting his glasses. Then he began to strum a familiar tune on the guitar. Spike began to sing.

"No one knows what it's like

To be the bad man.

To be the sad man,

Behind blue eyes."

And then Giles joined in. Their voices blended together perfectly. The twinge of sadness in both their voices touched everyone. Neither Giles nor Spike looked at the audience. They either looked at the baby or some place off in the distance. It was beautiful.

"And no one knows

What it's like

To be hated

To be fated to telling only lies

But my dreams they aren't as empty

As my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely

My love is vengeance

That's never free

No one knows what its like

To feel these feelings

Like I do, and I blame you

No one bites back as hard

On their anger

None of my pain woe

Can show through

No one knows what its like

To be mistreated, to be defeated

Behind blue eyes

No one knows how to say

That they're sorry and don't worry

I'm not telling lies

But my dreams they aren't as empty

As my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely

My love is vengeance

That's never free

No one knows what its like

To be the bad man, to be the sad man

Behind blue eyes.

Buffy felt the tears roll down her cheeks at the performance and noticed Willow and a few others in her exact condition. The feeling she had about Spike just became worse.

A/N: Okay, you caught me. I suck at seven to ten page chapters. Sorry! I thought this song would be more appropriate for several reasons. One- if James and Anthony were to really sing this together, it would be totally awesome, I like the somber feeling it presents, and plus, Giles actually sung this in season four anyway. The name "Faith" has no bearings on my personal thoughts on what type of child Buffy and Angel would actually have, I really did just think it had a nice ring to it. And sorry, if you've read my other fics, I kinda promised myself no more songs, but I just couldn't help it. In the movie, what was sung was actually "On the Sunny Side of the Street," but the irony would have been too much for me. Anyway, please review, and thanks for reading.