His Slayer

Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns Btvs

A/N: Hi all. Well once again I want to thank all who have reviewed thus far. I love this story and am glad everyone else seems to be enjoying it too. Here's chapter five and I hope you enjoy it. Skyz.

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Chapter Five:

Ever had that dream where you're in the dark?  That inky lightless dark and you're scared shitless?

Cuz you know there's something out there waiting for you? But you can't see it. You can feel it and you know with a certainty that's scary one step in the wrong direction and you're gone. Dead. Eaten. Whatever.

You're just gone and you know it's gonna hurt. Like nothing you've ever felt before.

Sometimes for Spike the darkness was almost as scary as the light. The white and blinding light. Light that came with the knowledge he was in for another round of torture. Another round of dig around in Spike's head.

Spike woke with a silent scream locked in his throat, his hands curled and clawed ready to fight, to kill.

Senses stretched to their limit he inhaled sharply trying to remember where he was and why there was a scent he'd only dreamed about.

His eyes flickered around narrowed dangerously.

A low growl started in the base of his throat and as he was about to let it roar a voice stopped him.

"She went out to get some blood Spike," Wes's hesitant voice came from a corner of the dark shack.

Spike stiffened.

Words wanted to tumble from his mouth, but he couldn't get his brain wrapped around them long enough to verbalize his feelings.

So he settled on growling once more.

Wes slowly got up from the floor peering at Spike through the dim light of the moon. Buffy had expressed great concern in leaving both vampires' in his care. Wesley had assured her he would do his best to take care of them despite his better judgment.

He wasn't sure how he knew it but Wes knew Spike was scared and disoriented enough to become violent. He racked his mind to find a way to calm him. To reassure him all would be well once the Slayer returned with blood.

"Buffy wanted me to tell you she would be back soon and that she needed you to watch over Drusilla," Wes told Spike slowly.

Spike's eyes flashed yellow at the mention of Drusilla.

Spike slowly turned his eyes from Wes to the form huddled in the middle of the room. He sniffed then shook his head.

Things were just starting to make a certain amount of sense. Since she'd come and now...they expected him to watch out for her. He'd been with her for months and still could not recall a thing about the other vampire. She was just there. Prattling on and on. He knew she knew him.

She had talked to him again and again about days long past and he'd wondered why she kept mentioning a Ms. Edith.

The more she had talked the more he'd hated her. The more she'd twirled around and tossed dead bodies at his feet the more indifferent he became.

She was nothing to him.

But she had expected him to embrace her.

Her advances had sickened him; he had been in such a state that he hadn't been able to put her off, to stop her.

And now there was that wiggling thing in her belly. It unnerved him and made him hate her even more. It was a baby he knew but he didn't like it.

But through it all there had been one saving grace.

One thing he was certain was his very own memory. His very own savior and he'd clutched onto that image. That tiny golden haired girl.

At first when he'd found himself outside of his prison and with Drusilla the first few days he'd been sure it had been Buffy who had rescued him.

That she'd finally come like he'd known she would. She was a fighter like him, a survivor and he'd kept that knowledge to himself. If anyone could get him out of that vile place she could.

He hadn't been real sure who she was. Except that the flashes in his mind always showed them fighting. Neither winning always dancing around one another.

He'd been entranced and now...

He toned down the growls as he slowly relaxed. She wanted him to look out for the other vampire. And he would because she'd told him to.

But he didn't have to like it, he mused.

He didn't say a word as he rose and shuffled over to Drusilla and glanced down at her.

Wes gave a huge sigh of relief. He had no idea why Spike seemed to only respond to Buffy but he was grateful nonetheless.

Straightening his glasses he settled back down to keep watch once again.

He hoped Buffy's night was successful.

When she'd told him she was going out, he had given the circumstances 'freaked', as she put it. He hadn't wanted to stay alone and vulnerable with the vampires.

Buffy had insisted saying as the Slayer it was easier for her to get around unnoticed and she had to make some calls. She'd mumbled other things too but he hadn't heard. He had been too caught up in the prospect of being left alone with William the Bloody.

Now he gazed out the cracked and dirty window wondering if Buffy had succeeded.

~*~

Buffy shifted back into the shadows as a small car motored past and a puddle of muddy water shooting up.

Buffy leaned against the wall and wiped at her brow which was covered in sweat and now mud she realized belatedly.

Her hands were covered in mud.

So was her clothing.

But then again it came in handy, she mused with resigned humor. She now blended into the woodwork and could be as stealthy and sneaky as need be.

Unfamiliar with her surroundings it had taken Buffy awhile to locate the butchers shop and then another half hour to locate the actual butcher's house.

The small village was a good ten miles from the shack they were at and she glanced at her watch. She couldn't stay much longer if they were going to move out.

Buffy had decided to make this trip herself because she'd needed to get out of that place. Have a little time to herself and form a game plan.

She wasn't much with the strategic planning thingy but she would have to try.

Buffy shook her head, she was off track. She'd gotten the blood about a couple of day's worth. There had been no phone and the Butcher had no cell phone so she was screwed.

She'd had to use brute strength of course to get the man to move his fat ass but once inside his shop he'd relaxed and she didn't have to hurt him. But she warned him if he mentioned this to anyone she'd send Spike after him.

It was almost midnight now and she'd been on her way home when the cars had started to appear. One after the other.

Small black sedans and Buffy knew any time they'd had run out.

So she stood in the shadows and watched as another car slowly moved through the muddied streets of the village.

Hefting the bag of blood closer she counted to ten when the car turned the corner and sprinted down the street.

Evasion was the game plan and Buffy had always been good at that.

~*~

Maggie leaned against her desk and studied the file in her hands. Interesting, she thought with a smile as she looked over Buffy Anne Summers police record.

The girl had been quite reckless in her disregard for the law.

In fact if she weren't the best potential experiment ever Maggie might have been tempted to recruit her to work for the Initiative. Buffy would have served her government well.

But there was time yet for that.

Maggie closed the file with a flick of her wrist and she tossed it behind her.

"Report," she ordered through the intercom.

"Ma'am we're sweeping through the village as I speak. There's been no sign of her at all," Riley's voice answered through his com link.

Maggie frowned.

"She has to be there somewhere! The locating spell said she was there. Keep looking and don't hesitate to stun her if she resists. But don't shoot to kill. I want her as unharmed as can be. Do you understand?" she demanded abruptly.

"Yes ma'am."

Maggie disconnected the line and pushed from the desk.

She turned her attention to the man tied to the chair to her left.

Gagged and bloody he looked quite a mess.

"I'm sorry. Where was I again?" she asked carefully as she turned to her desk.

She slowly let her hands trace the tools she'd laid out.

"Oh yes..." she purred as she picked up a thin blade. "I was in the process of explaining why you never cross Maggie Walsh wasn't I? I wonder will you scream this time. I want to hear you scream."

The first cut of the blade along Quentin Travers scalp sent a shock of pain straight through him and he bit down hard on his gag.

"Quentin maybe you didn't hear me. I want to hear you scream," Maggie viciously yanked the gag from his mouth and pushed the blade in deeper.

"You bloody buggerin' bitch," Quentin yelled.

Maggie tilted her head and then laughed. Threw back her head and let it rip.

"Not what I was expecting but it will certainly do. You'll be screaming for your life by the time I'm done with you. And you'll tell me where your precious Wesley Whyndam- Pryce would take the Slayer and her band of vampires," she declared with cold authority.

~*~

Wes's eyes widened in fright and shock as he saw the tell tale lights of a vehicle coming closer through the field.

"Spike," he hissed.

Spike's head shot up from his position next to Dru.

He moved as quickly as he could to the window next to Wes.

"Do you see that?" Wes asked pointing to the car.

Spike nodded and gripped the ledge of the windowsill until his hands began to ache with the force of it.

He could hear the distinct thump of Wes's erratic heartbeat and three more from outside.

His eyes could clearly pick out their features and what he saw had him going rigid with fear and shock.

Not fear for himself much to his astonishment. These were some of the men who'd captured him, tortured him.

He felt a burning rage build.

But the fear was dominant.

His Slayer was out there.

Alone.

"I say we just-"Wes turned to Spike in time to see him race out the door. His mouth hung open in shock and abruptly he crawled to Drusilla.

How was he going to get them both out of here? Now that he was alone he wished feverently that he'd attended the seminar on behavioral forms on vampires instead of attending the annual Watchers retreat.

Drusilla was asleep as far as Wes could tell. So when he poked her in the shoulder he let out a half gasp, half yell as she turned to him her eyes yellow.

He crossed himself and scrambled back as she began to growl and she rolled to her feet. A small part of Wes's brain noted her unique gracefulness as she was clearly in the advanced stages of pregnancy.

"Drusilla you don't want to eat me," he told her as confidently as he could.

"No I want to kill you," Drusilla calmly replied before she attacked.

~*~

Spike crouched low as the car rolled past him. He wasn't sure but it seemed as if they'd disregarded the shack as empty and were on their way.

It mattered little to him though as he rocked back and forth on his hunches. He slid forward and with a roar landed on the hood of the car. With a snarl his hands curled and clenched into the roof.

He ripped it off with a howl.

Stared down at the terrified faces of the men and grinned.

~*~

What do you do when you know what you're seeing is wrong? So wrong and yet you can't move a muscle to stop it.

Can't bring yourself to move an inch. Because you know it's wrong but you don't care. You can't care because you know on some level they deserve it.

They should die. They should feel what they'd done to others and suffer the same way.

Abruptly Buffy shook off her shock and moved.

Dropped the bag of blood and raced to the car and Spike.

"Spike," she yelled as she jumped onto the car and jumped onto the hood next to him. "Spike put him down. That's enough," she ordered.

Spike lifted the man he had by the throat and growled into his face.

He shook him.

Looked over at Buffy.

Why couldn't she understand he had to kill them? He wondered. Didn't she know they'd come after them unless he killed them?

He bent his head fangs bared.

"Spike," Buffy said again and he couldn't ignore the blatant warning in her tone.

He flung the man aside unfazed when he screamed and landed in a near by tree.

He went onto the next one.

He would kill this one, he thought. Kill him and make an example. Mess with him and his and you would die.

"Spike," Buffy said again. "Put him down and come on we don't have a lot of time. We have to get o-"

Wesley's scream ripped through the air.

"Come on," Buffy ordered as she jumped from the car and raced to the shack.

Spike hesitated.

Everything in him warned him he would regret this. With a roar he slammed his fist into the man's face. Dropped him and followed after Buffy.

Buffy burst through the door of the shack.

Stared in shock.

Spike ran straight into Buffy.

Buffy stumbled, blinked and slowly shook her head. Trying to clear her vision enough to understand what she was seeing.

But it didn't make sense.

Well one thing did and that was the weirdest thing of all.

In the middle of the room lay a baby and a pile of dust. Wesley stood off to the side a hand pressed to his throat and a shocked expression on his face.

The baby began to cry and Buffy acted.

"We need to move," Buffy ordered.

"I don- Buffy she just exploded into dust," Wes exclaimed with wonder. "And there lay the baby-"

"Shut up and move. We need to get out of here now," Buffy over rode him and moving on pure instinct she scooped the baby up and into her arms.

Passed it over to Spike.

Spike jumped back and cringed.

"No," he started to protest raising his hands.

Buffy didn't listen as she thrust the baby into his arms.

"Spike take it. Wes come on we're going."

Buffy didn't wait for her orders to be followed as she dashed out the door headed straight for the men they'd left by the car.

The two Spike had played with were now unconscious and Buffy quickly went through their pockets and took what she thought would come in handy.

As an after thought she grabbed both the guns the soldiers had dropped.

"Dear Lord are they dead?" Wes asked in concern as he noticed the men.

"No," Buffy answered shortly. "Get in the car. You're driving. Now."

It wasn't until they were in the car and miles from the shack that she let herself look over at Spike.

He held the baby wrapped in one to the soldiers shirts awkwardly. The expression on his usually expressionless face was one of fear. And panic.

"Spike..." Buffy whispered.

Spike's eyes locked on hers with such a look of relief and happiness that it stole Buffy's breath for a moment.

She blinked caught in his gaze and abruptly reached out and laid a hand on his arm.

"You did the right thing by not killing those men," she murmured wondering if he understood her. She wasn't quite sure how much Spike understood these days.

Spike's mouth moved and she knew he wanted to say something.

Finally he gave a small growl as words failed him.

"Well," Buffy shook her head, "anyway you did good. Let's get a look at the baby."

Happily Spike shoved the baby into Buffy's arms and looked relieved as Buffy adjusted to the small baby.

She moved the shirt aside to peer down at the sleeping baby.

Sleeping peacefully the baby exuded calm and innocence.

Worry slid through her as she continued to stare at the baby. Watched the even rise and fall of the tiny chest.

The baby was human she realized dully.

Human.

And Spike's.

And Drusilla's.

Her mind veered away from that and how Spike would react to the news that his black queen was dead.

"Come over here," Buffy finally spoke as she peeked under the shirt and realized Spike had a son.

Because he seemed to like following her orders Spike slid over on the seat next to her.

"This Spike is your son," she announced voice trembling and small.

She hoped it was his son. Maybe the little baby would be the key to regaining some part of Spike.

Spike stared at the baby.

"No," he issued coldly.

"Yes," Buffy countered. "This little baby is yours and you have to love it Spike! I need you to love him. You're his father. Does that mean anything to you?" she demanded.

"No," Spike repeated.

Buffy sighed and looked up at Spike.

"Well too bad. Since we're stuck together for the mean time you are going to get better and you are going to love this boy. And I guess I'm the one who will have to teach you," was her resigned response.

Spike peered at her as if gauging her sincerity and finally nudged her.

"You too," he mumbled.

Frowning she shook her head.

"What?" she asked confused.

"Baby too," he murmured.

"What?" she echoed like a fool.

"I dare say he seems inclined to believe you two are family. You and he and the baby are some sort of family. He wants you to love the baby too I think," Wes piped up from the front.

"That's not what he meant," Buffy snapped glaring at the back of Wes's head.

"Of course not," Wes's retort was sarcastic. "He only listens to you and the more time you spend with him the more attached he will be to you. And the same applies to the baby. There is a reason he remembers you and only you Buffy. Have you asked yourself why that is?"

Buffy didn't respond as she found Spike staring at the baby and occasionally at Buffy too distracting.

She hadn't pondered all the implications of Spike remembering her and to be truthful she wasn't sure she wanted to go there.

But it seemed as things always did change had battered her door down and was staring her right in the face.

She couldn't possible care about Spike could she? She wondered panic stricken.

No.

No.

Yes, a tiny voice insisted. You came all this way to help him and still you're helping with the baby.

You care.

Buffy opened her mouth and accepted the change reluctantly.

"Yeah I guess me too," she muttered looking at the baby then at Spike.

Spike gave her one of his rare half smiles and Buffy was lost.

~*~

Giles regarded the phone with a worried frown.

It was ringing and he wasn't certain if he wanted to answer it. Because there was a rumor amongst the Watchers he'd contacted Quentin Travers was no longer Head Watcher. So the phone at the moment was an enemy.

Yet it could very well be Buffy calling and so abruptly he reached out and snatched the phone up.

"Yes? Buffy?" he asked excitedly.

"Sorry to disappoint Mr. Giles but alas it's merely me," a feminine voice drifted over the line and Giles frowned.

"And who is this?" he demanded harshly dreading the answer.

"Dr. Maggie Walsh," was the answer.

"What can I do for you Ms. Walsh?" Giles finally asked once he'd found his voice.

"You can tell me where oh where your Slayer has gone," she sing-songed.

"And you can just bloody well go to hell," Giles slammed the phone down and reacted immediately.

Though it was the middle of the night he knew a Scooby meeting must be called immediately and a way to bring Buffy back found as soon as possible.

~*~

Maybe it hadn't been too smart just galloping off to save the day. In fact he was pretty certain it had been a very bad idea.

Maybe it was because he was currently pacing the small length of floor of his cell in the dungeon of the Council HQ.

Yes a dungeon.

He had been surprised to find out the Council had one.

As soon as he'd gotten off the plane he had headed for the nearest house Spike had frequented with Dru back in the day.

He had found it empty.

His search had been fruitless until the last house. A manor style house in the country and there he'd found enthralled servants and evidence of Dru and Spike having been there.

And Buffy.

But before he could leave he'd been ambushed and surrounded by commando type people.

With guns and more guns.

He'd been captured while putting up a fight and now here he stood.

He knew there was some one down here with him in the dark. He could hear the stuttering heartbeat.

"You got any idea what's goin' on?" he asked with a worried frown.

"Perhaps," came a thin and pain filled voice, "you would do well to keep your mouth shut. Maggie doesn't take kindly to people who talk. Especially when they talk back."

"Listen to the man," Maggie advised as she strode forward.

Where had she come from? Angel wondered. He hadn't heard her footsteps and yet here she was.

"Listen I don't know what you want but you need to let me out of here," Angel ground out glaring at the woman.

"I do?" Maggie asked with a laugh. "Well golly let me just grab my keys here and let you out. Because I need too!"

Angel hissed out a breath at her mocking voice.

"You don't know who you're dealing with," he warned.

"Oh I know exactly who you are Angelus. In fact that's why you're here. What better way to lure the Slayer back here than to dangle her forbidden love as bait. The love of her life. Her precious Angel. For you she'll do anything."

Angel's face fell. He knew Maggie spoke the truth and knew Buffy would risk her life to rescue him.

He cursed his foolishness and his need to come to Buffy's rescue.

"I guess using your brain is an Angelus thing huh?" Maggie asked conversationally.

"I'm going to kill you," Angel stated matter of factly.

Maggie studied him carefully and then gave a nod.

"I believe you would. But what pray tell would your darling Slayer say to that? Murdering a human? Much less a respected citizen and scientist. Tsks, tsk vampire, think of the bigger picture. I can get rid of that pesky soul of yours. For good. In fact I think it's high time for me to see just what makes you so special. See if you compare to dear old Spike."

Angel's head shot up.

"What?" he asked. "What about Spike? What-did you use him to get to Buffy? Because you're wrong she wouldn't help him! He's worthless."

"And yet here you are and Spike is safe for the meantime with the Slayer. You'll enjoy this. Spike did."