A/N: Hey, lots more nice people left reviews on my fic! Thanks to; Screeching Dragon, Spuffyfan4eva, Rachel, Freeziboncoolipants, kori hime, books41, little-lost-one, Samolly, Bunny, Semajyrrah, spuffyfan-1, Spuffyluvr, cocktailpk, libraflyter, SweetBitter, Hieiko, Eurika, Katie, Kari Mouke, rubi-elektra, aphelant, spikeswife1, WickedWiccan, adpi24, RedWulf, spikesqueen, ThursdayNext, TVP, Ramberbo, spikesbabyblues, MaidenRo, Alae Nefastus, SinisterChic Heather Martin, Culf, Shania Maxwell, Artemis Moonshine, Brittany, kransp, slayafreek, naiya-isis, Moluvsnumber17, Kristina, Malfeus - you guys all totally rock! I had this feeling that you might like the fact that it's really Spike's baby after all! The best part is, I had it planned all along, and nobody knew! ;-) Hope you like this chapter as much as the previous one...

(For disclaimer, etc. - see chapter 1)

Chapter 11

"Should we go find Buffy?" Willow broke the silence of the room with her question, "I mean, she probably needs a friend right now, right?" she looked between Giles, Xander and Tara, none of which really knew what to say to her. It was the Watcher that eventually answered.

"I think perhaps for now it might be best to leave her" he decided, "I think she knows better than to run too far, after the last time" he spoke of course of her unannounced trip to LA after she'd had to send Angel to hell. These days she was slightly more level-headed, or so he'd thought until a few minutes ago. A one night stand with a college boy and here she was, pregnant at the age of nineteen, with the likelihood of the boy in question helping out looking decidedly slim.

"I still can't believe she's having a kid, I mean, Buffy, our Buffy" Xander finally managed to form half a sentence but no more. Anya snorted.

"She's not your Buffy" she told her boyfriend, "She's her own person, and if her own person is so stupid not to use condoms for sex then why should it matter to you"

"Hey" Xander yelled, "Buffy is not stupid, and she's my friend"

"I get that" the ex-demon retorted, "But come on, Giles you have to back me up here. You're all old and stuffy, aren't you supposed to be all for young people having safe sex?"

Giles rubbed his eyes tiredly and sighed.

"Anya, it is a little late for such talk now" he pointed out, "What's done is done. For tonight I suggest you all go home and get some rest. Tomorrow we'll decide who should speak to Buffy first and what should be done regarding the slaying and so forth"

"Good plan, Giles" Willow shared a small smile with him. The witch was inordinately worried about her friend, but as Giles said, it might be best if Buffy were left alone for a while, "Could I..." she started as she turned to Tara, planning to ask if she could stay in her room tonight. Without waiting for the end of the question she nodded and the pair squeezed each others hands as they made for the door.

Each of the gang said goodbye to the rest and left, leaving Giles alone in his apartment once again. He suddenly felt decidedly old and useless, and very much a failure. He was no longer Buffy's official Watcher but she was the child of his own that he never had, Willow and Xander too, to an extent. He blamed himself somewhat for letting the blonde get into his mess, he only wished there was a simple way to get her out of it. He knew of course that there was not.

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The Big Bad felt oddly at ease as he sat on the Slayers bed, legs stretched out in front of him and his back leaning against the head board. Buffy was half next to him, half on top of him, his arms holding onto her tight. She'd stopped crying a while ago, but had yet to say anything since the revelation her child might also be his. There was a hundred things Spike wanted and needed to say, quite a few of which were questions, but not one sentence, not one sound, had made it past his lips til now.

"Buffy, luv" he said gently, "How do you know the kid's mine? I thought we agreed before it couldn't be"

Sniffing loudly, she looked up at him and felt strangely guilty. These thoughts had been in her head, somersaulting around and making her feel nauseous of the past hour. It hadn't done her much good she thought, but she had time to get over the initial shock. Poor Spike didn't even know the half of it yet and he had a right to. He'd been so sweet to her since he'd found you she was pregnant, coming to the house when she told her mother, helping to capture Faith, beating on Parker when he thought the boy was to blame, and now just holding her as she cried.

"Riley was here" she began to explain, "When I visited the Initiative I got scanned by some sensor thingies...they know I'm pregnant and they know its yours, the baby has strands of your DNA"

"Bloody hell" Spike said flatly, blinking with wide eyes. That wasn't what he was expecting though truly he wasn't sure what he had thought she'd say. His bloody chip manufacturers knew about his kid before he did? Well, that was just bloody marvellous wasn't it?!

He noticed his body temperature dropping on one side, no longer warmed by Buffy's presence as she sat up and moved to the bottom edge of the bed away from him. He frowned knowing she was clearly not any more thrilled to be having his child that Parker soddin' Abrams brat, but it meant something to him. She had meant something to him, these past few weeks that he just couldn't fathom. Now he understood. It didn't matter how or why, she was having his child and that was the link between them. Here he was thinking he was going insane and all the time...

"I can't believe we made a baby" he said in a soft tone Buffy had never heard before. She turned slightly to look at him and was surprised to see the slight smile on his face. It disappeared as her red-rimmed eyes caught his.

"I know it's crap timing for you" he said as he scrambled down the bed to sit beside her again, "and I know we don't exactly get along too well, vampire and Slayer after all, but my God Buffy this is amazing"

"It's not amazing!" she half-yelled, so hoarse from crying that real shouting was impossible, "I never asked to be pregnant and you aren't supposed to be able to..." she trailed off trying to calm herself down, "It shouldn't be possible for you to make a baby" she said eventually, much quieter now than when she started. She was sort of surprised to realise that the thought of Spike's child was not as disgusting as she might have once thought. Really it was no worse than when she thought it was Parker's baby, in fact Spike had been more use to her and nicer recently. She'd seen Parker a couple of times in the hall and he'd just walked past like he didn't even know her. Through her thoughts she realised Spike was speaking to her and had picked up her hand in his.

"...and I know it's only a few months since we were trying to kill each other, but things are changing Buffy" he told her, "I've known for a while that things were different, mostly since that spell your little red witch cast" he smiled a little at the memory. If that was when this baby had been made and it seemed that it did indeed have to be, it almost would've been worth staying under the force of the magicks. That way he wouldn't feel so mixed up right now, an emotion it seemed Buffy was equally familiar with.

"I just don't know how to deal with this" she shook her head, looking down at her hand within his. The Slayer side of her brain was screaming to take her hand back, then pummel Spike for daring to touch her, for daring to think he had the right to be within spitting distance of the almighty Slayer. But the other side of her, the ordinary girl side, she was petrified, and the small amount of comfort this vampire was bringing her was very welcome.

"How are we supposed to bring up a kid?" she asked him suddenly.

"Dunno, pet" Spike admitted with a shrug, "Just something people know how to do I s'pose, like instinct"

"Spike, the only thing your instincts do is tell you to kill humans and have sex" she said bluntly, pulling her hand away at last. Inside she was having the biggest battle of her life. She wanted to lean on Spike, let him make it better. He'd been so nice to her lately, sharing her secret that she was too afraid to tell anyone else. Now it seemed it was his secret too, his child she was carrying, but he was still a demon and she was still supposed to want to kill him. The fact that she really didn't scared her more than anything else, including being pregnant.

"Yeah, and your main instinct is to put pointy pieces of wood through the hearts of my kind" he reminded her, "doesn't mean we can't raise a baby, somehow"

"Well maybe I don't want to raise your demon spawn!" she yelled, hot tears cascading down her face as she stood up. The truth was the anger she felt was not all at Spike. Most of it was at herself for letting this happen. It was starting to occur to her, as she insulted Spike that her child might be like him. Would she have a demon child? Was it possible? The gang could research but...oh God the gang!

Buffy only cried harder as she thought of her friends. They knew she was pregnant and that would've shocked them enough, but when they found out it was Spike that she'd made a baby with...

"Don't start yelling at me Slayer" Spike shot at her, getting to his feet, "Just cos you feel bad that you couldn't wait to shag me under that spell..."

"No" she interrupted, pouting her finger at him "Don't you dare mention that, that disgusting, perverted, magic-induced thing that we did, because it meant nothing, do you hear me?!"

"That's not what you said at the time, sweetheart" he leered, making her feel even more nauseous than she already did. Memories of thoughts and feelings and words they'd said in the heat of passion.

"You're a pig, Spike" she threw her favourite insult of the moment back in his face, "You're disgusting, evil, soulless and, and..." she racked her brains for words she couldn't find, and Spike took his opportunity to cross the room. He grabbed her wrists to still her arms that had been gesturing wildly, holding them tight in front of her now.

"And I'm the father of that child inside of you" he told her in a a dangerously low voice, face just inches from hers, "Don't you ever forget that"

Neither of them moved for a while and Buffy couldn't find her voice enough to speak. When their eyes met, she was almost convinced that the anger she saw was being replaced by something else, and for a split second she thought he might be about to kiss her. It was gone before her brain could fully process it and her anger was back even if his had dissipated.

"Get your hands off me" she said nastily, pulling her wrists from his grasp, "I don't know why I ever thought we could get along, I hate you!" she yelled, but Spike only smirked that annoyingly sexy smirk of his.

"Slayer, you sound like a five year old" he pointed out before turning his back and heading for the door.

"Drop dead!" she told him as he reached it.

"Already did" Spike pointed out, waiting for her reaction to that.

"Encore" she said with a smirk of her own making his fall off his face immediately. He stood there for a while, debating whether to leave or not. For the most part he hated the silly little bitch that stood not five feet way from him now, practically steaming she was so angry. Still, there was that little part he'd been trying to quash for weeks, that despite his better judgement had been growing bigger every time he saw the Slayer.

First he'd blamed it on the chip, now he could blame it on the kid. Surely his connection was with that blood link she carried and not actually with Buffy. So why did it bother him so much that despite the anger she still looked like she was about to cry all over again? With a final shake of his head he exited the room, slamming the door behind him.

As he walked away he tried to ignore the feelings that rose inside of him, the strange guilt that he might have hurt her with his words, and pain because she'd definitely got to him with hers.

Even if he could convince himself he hated her now, and that the slight feelings he had for her were caused by the unborn child, there was no way Spike could fool himself about that spell they'd been under. The adoration they had felt might have been magic-made but it had been real to them. When he and Buffy had crept up to Giles' bedroom and made love that day, it'd been the most intense and real thing he'd ever known. The scary thing was that those few times he'd held the Slayer recently, a small hint of those feelings had crept back.

As his mind finally admitted it to himself, Spike stopped walking right on the edge of the University grounds. He looked up at the window of Buffy's room and shook his head.

"A vampire in love with a Slayer..." he said quietly to himself, before looking back towards the cemetery, clearly angry as well as disturbed by the idea "Bugger that!"

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When Spike finally left her alone, Buffy couldn't help but cry some more. She could blame her hormones, she thought, as she sat on her bed with her head in her hands. She could blame shock and fear of the unknown, but deep down she knew that the vampire who had recently left the room was another very real reason why she was in tears. Having a baby scared Buffy, but the tiny part of her that wasn't disgusted by the thought of Spike being her child's father scared her more.

It would have been different if she'd got pregnant by Angel. He had a soul and she loved him. Spike was evil. Chipped and therefore mostly not dangerous, but still soulless and pure demon. Even as Buffy thought the words she had trouble believing them. Maybe two years ago when Spike first crashed into town he was like that but now, he'd shown he had a softer side, a human side. He wasn't the same as Angel, but then no two people were ever the same. Vampires were a kind of people, more so than most other demons.

Buffy sighed as she tried to justify both her hate and her like for the bleached blond vamp and found she had trouble doing either. A glance at the clock told her it was past eleven and no doubt Willow would be home soon with a million questions she wanted answers too. Then tomorrow she'd have to face Giles and Xander. The Slayer shook her head at the very thought. Even if her friends could accept her pregnancy there was no way they'd understand she was having Spike's baby. If she was going to tell them that she'd have to admit to sleeping with him and even after blaming that on the spell it was going to be complicated.

Buffy realised that for the moment she had one choice. She could stay and face the gang or she could head over to her mother's house and hide. Of course, the second option did mean having to tell Joyce the real truth that she herself had discovered tonight.

"I hope you're in a good mood Mom" Buffy said to herself as she pulled on her jacket and headed for the door, "Cos there's something I have to tell you"

To Be Continued...

A/N2 : I hope you all still want t read this fic, even though I made Spike and Buffy argue...it's supposed to be Season 4 though so I figured they still wouldn't get along so well, even if she is having his kid. Anyway, please review and let me know what you think, and for those that are interested, I'll be posting the final chapter and epilogue of Life's Full Of Surprises in the next day or two :-)