His Slayer Chapter 11: Beget? Begot? It's all the same!, a buffy: the vampire slayer fanfic

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Author: skyz

1. Thrall 2. Ugh Pig's Blood 3. Dr Walsh 4. Wesley to the Rescue 5. Torture and babies 6. Tate or Wesley? 7. Mother's and Plans 8. Bait and Xander? 9. Soldier Boys and Fangs 10. Wheata what! 11. Beget? Begot? It's all the same! 12. Frog Legs anyone? 13. Love 14. Me Man You Woman

R - English - Romance/Drama - Reviews: 157 - Publish date: 03-24-03 - Updated: 08-08-03

story id: 1281263

His Slayer

Disclaimer: Joss owns Btvs

A/N: Hi all. You guys seem to be really enjoying this and I'm glad. For a while there I wasn't sure if I was gonna continue this story. Once again and always thank you for the reviews they inspire me to keep at it. Thank you. Skyz.

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Chapter Eleven:

"Jeez can't even do a routine recon without getting' his ass kicked," the voice was just loud enough and held enough scorn to catch Xander's attention.

Tensing slightly in his bed Xander strained to hear what was said next.

"Aw Joe come on you know Riley's soft," he heard another voice say.

Biting his lip to keep from asking what was going on Xander frowned. He'd known the guys had planned on going out tonight and he hadn't been invited.

What exactly had happened? He wondered silently.

"And why'd he lie and say it was some girl who knocked him out?" Xander thought it was Joe who'd asked this.

Girl?

Hitting Riley?

Xander had to smile.

That sounded just like Faith.

"He's a dick and everyone knows it. We should tell Dr. Walsh he made us do an illegal recon mission. See what'd she do to her favorite soldier," one of them bit out coldly.

"We should huh? Make him get the boot."

Both the men laughed loudly without any regard to Xander.

If he'd been asleep it would have woken him. Xander figured guys that were soldiers for Maggie Walsh were an inconsiderate bunch, just like all the jocks in high school who'd messed with him.

"Besides no one stays at that motel but demons. Nothin' new there. Damn I'm tired…"

The men didn't talk anymore as they got ready for bed.

Xander sure they'd dropped off rolled over and rested his hands behind his head.

Motel…

He figured they were talking about the Southern Belle motel on the edge of town. He shuddered slightly as a mental image arose.

The place was a dump and if demons stayed there…

What the hell had Riley been doing there and why had Faith hit Riley? She wouldn't know he was a commando unless he'd been in camouflage.

Xander wasn't much of a thinker, but this wasn't making sense to him and he knew it should.

Motel + Commandos'+ Demons + Faith =?

Faith wasn't gonna go to the motel unless she had to. She had too much to deal with in town.

Maybe he should just call Willow, he thought abruptly.

Yeah he would call Will and ask her.

Giving a sigh of relief he closed his eyes.

The headache that had been forming slipped away and he smiled as he fell asleep.

~*~

There hadn't been much time to talk as Faith had all but dragged her out of the room and back to town.

But now that everyone was settled in her livingroom Joyce paced arms crossed.

"You say that baby," she pointed at the sleeping bundle in Wesley's arms, "belongs to Spike. Spike who came to town a few months ago because his girlfriend left him Spike? Dead in body Spike? Vampire-"

"Yes. Yes. Yes to all your questions Mrs. Summers! This baby is begot from William the Bloody."

Faith lounging on the couch taking up most of the room let her eyes widen and a smirk appear.

"What the hell does begot mean?" she asked laughingly.

Wes settled his cool gaze on her and regarded her a long moment.

Joyce sighed and shook her head in exasperation.

"I think perhaps you would know if you went to school," Wes said stiffly snuggling Tate closer.

Joyce didn't have to look at Faith to know anger had flared and taken over her pretty features. Faith didn't like being reminded that she'd dropped out of school in the 7th grade.

"That's enough Mr. Pryce! You don't know her and we don't know you. This is not the time to insult people. Especially people I care about. Now you said Buffy sent you and she…knows about the baby?" Joyce demanded.

Wes tried to relax his suddenly tense body and gave a careful nod.

"I apologize," he muttered. "Yes it seems Drusilla- Spike's former girlfriend contacted Buffy for help. Buffy came to London with the thought that she would take a look and see what Drusilla wanted. As you know things rather spiraled from there. Maggie Walsh had Spike in her grasp for months and while she had him…" Wesley paused and looked up at Joyce.

"Go on," she encouraged him impatiently.

If he took anymore of these long pauses then they'd be here all night, she mused irritated.

"She experimented on him. Found a way to some how make his dead sperm alive. She impregnated Drusilla and thus little Tate here was born," Wes said in a rush knowing his time was short.

"Why do I get the feelin' that's not all?" Faith asked drawlingly as she jumped up from her perch on the couch.

Wes didn't spear her a glance.

"You are of course correct. Maggie wants Spike. Only somehow Angel has become mixed up in this and so Buffy… Buffy left us to rescue Angel. Spike took offense and followed her. I was left alone to come contact you and Rupert. That is the cliff notes version if you will," Wes said as grandly as he could.

He wasn't sure why but he felt the need to posture a bit with these women. They were both important women to Buffy.

He was in good standing with Buffy.

Obviously.

But with her he had been quite out of his depth and had merely reacted to situations while she acted.

Here he felt more in control and he was afraid it was bringing out his more…what would Buffy call it? He wondered. Oh- his prissy side.

"Could that stick get shoved any further up your ass?" Faith demanded glaring at Wesley.

Joyce smothered a laugh and as she agreed with Faith she didn't tell her to watch her language as she normally did.

"Well I never-"

"So what's with the baby? Does this Maggie chica know about him?" Faith asked as she crowded close to Wes to peek at the baby.

Stiffening at her closeness Wes discretely tried to distance himself.

"No and that's the other reason I'm here. She wants this baby because it's the culmination of all her work. But we think that she doesn't believe the baby survived Drusilla's death. I was certain Rupert would be of assistance in keeping Tate safe. Both Spike and Buffy said he was to be the main priority."

Joyce finally took a seat on her couch and sighed her body relaxing until she sunk into the couch.

"Rupert went to England to rescue Buffy," she finally announced.

Wes's eyes shot to hers.

"What?" he demanded abruptly. "She was captured? Well… I told her she was likely to get captured and- well bloody hell that doesn't bode well for Spike does it? And as he rather fancies her-"

"Fancies her?" Joyce broke in abruptly sitting forward.

Wes slammed his mouth shut and studied Tate's tiny features.

Faith looked from one to the other.

"Can I hold him?" Faith asked as she didn't wait for an answer and took the baby from Wes.

Wes sputtered.

Joyce pondered.

And Faith marveled that this baby she held was begot from evil blood suckers.

~*~

It was always better to be safe than sorry and Spike was all for the saying keep your friends close, but your enemies even closer. Or some such rot, he mused.

He was certain this was a time where it would be prudent.

He had no recollection of the man sitting to his side.

He claimed to be a Watcher.

Buffy's Watcher.

This begged all kinds of questions to be asked.

Spike tapped the end of his cigarette in the ashtray, and leaned back in his chair. Studied Rupert Giles and wondered how to get what he wanted from him without putting himself out there.

"So you see obviously this would be easier done if you stayed out of my way," Giles finished smiling rather smugly at Spike.

Spike arched a brow and let his eyes flicker from Giles's a moment.

"Is that right?" Spike asked slowly.

Giles nodded.

Spike narrowed his eyes and took a drag on his fag before he spoke again.

"Well then," he began, "I'll just toddle on then. Off I go on me bloody merry way. To leave the Slayer in your ever capable hands."

Giles frowned. Spike he was certain was being sarcastic and for the life of him he couldn't understand why. Spike had no emotional ties to Buffy and he couldn't figure out how Spike knew Buffy and not him.

And for all he knew Spike was in league with Maggie.

The thought brought a slight shudder to his body.

And here he was having a beer with him, Giles thought abruptly.

He rose.

"I know you hate her and if I find you're in cahoots with Maggie I will hunt you down and kill you. You may not remember me but I am a very dangerous man."

Giles left without paying the tab.

Spike remained alone nursing a drink and smoking quietly.

Obviously he couldn't trust the Watcher because the Watcher didn't trust him. In fact he hadn't had time to explain he didn't want to hurt Buffy.

Well not much anyway.

She deserved a good tongue lashing…

That thought brought a leer to his face as he laughed out loud.

His plan had been to get any demons that were willing to come and help him storm the castle so to speak. Rescue Buffy and resolve whatever it was between them.

Now that he knew that a Watcher that claimed to be Buffy's was involved, certain changes had to be made.

It would have been nice if they could have trusted one another enough to help Buffy. But Spike was wise enough to know that the man had no proof that Spike had really changed.

He couldn't trust Spike and that was a smart thing to acknowledge.

Blowing out smoke Spike finished his beer.

He was sure he could find out what he needed and re work his plan to fit this new development.

And he was right.

It only took him the rest of the night to find what he needed.

~*~

Maggie watched as Buffy was led slowly back to her room.

Today had been a rather dull day, she mused. In the sense that all there was left to do was wait and see whether Angel took her words to heart.

She wasn't quite sure how much she had to push Angel in order to achieve her goal.

She knew that mentioning Spike had been a stroke of genius. Jealously was always a wonderful emotion and oh so fitting on vampires.

Angel had a complex about William the Bloody, and there was nothing she was certain that Angel wouldn't do to beat him. And if that meant losing his soul and getting Buffy pregnant than so be it.

She had let Angel stew for a time before she'd had him taken to get set for whatever was to come. He'd been placed unconscious while her brilliant team of doctors applied cutting edge drugs that revitalized certain parts of his body.

While technically dead and therefore so was his sperm once he was aroused and fully functional that's where the drugs came into effect.

They worked so they rejuvenated only that part of his body making it possible for him to produce live sperm.

Who knew a Mohra demon could be so useful?

Maggie hated waiting and as she watched Buffy's slow progress to her room she turned from the monitor. Picking up the phone by her side she dialed a number.

"Yes Dr. Walsh?" a voice answered immediately.

"I want you to keep an eye on the Slayer and vampire while I go out," she snapped out.

"Yes ma'am," was the correct response.

"Huh," was what she got.

Scowling Maggie clenched her teeth together.

That's what you got for nepotism, she mused bitterly. Her brother's son was a complete and utter idiot and God knew she had no patience for fools.

"Watch the fucking monitors," she spat out and hung up.

Shaking her head she blew out a breath, tried to calm down.

It was an easy job and David would do it easily enough.

Shaking her head again she turned and glanced at the screen again.

She had a few errands to run and unfortunately they happened to be in Sunnydale. As much as she'd like to be here for Angel's downfall it would have to wait.

~*~

Spike ran a hand over his face.

"You sure this will work?" he asked abruptly glaring at the witch in front of him.

She studied him a moment before she gave a wide toothy grin.

"It already has. I told you this was full proof and it is. I'm not used to being doubted. I could have turned you down lad but I didn't. You'd better take care of the lass is all I'll say," she told him scoldingly.

Spike ducked his head and nodded.

"M'sorry. But this is mighty important and I can't screw this up you know? Searched all bloody night for this and now I've got to go before the sun rises."

Moving away from the small woman Spike began to leave, and stopped only when she placed her hand on his arm. Glancing at her he arched a brow and waited for her to speak.

"You are an unusual vampire," she stated quietly her gaze intent and disconcerting. "Remember I did not have to help you. But…I see in you what I've never seen in any vampire before. Now off you go lad. Rescue your lady and ring me when you've done it. I think I would like to meet her."

Startled by her warm behavior Spike felt awkward and managed a smile.

"Sure," he muttered wondering why it was so important for him to get back to her. He doubted he would. But what the hell.

"Promise me," she ordered.

"Right. Right I promise to ring you okay? I gotta go," Spike moved and hurried off with a small wave.

The old woman stared after him with a small smile.

Her job was done, she thought happily.

~*~

Buffy came awake as the door to her room slid open.

Blinking away sleep she rubbed her eyes and focused on Angel as he was shoved in.

"Watch it," Angel growled as he glared at the soldier before the door shut and he was locked in with Buffy for the night.

"Hey," Buffy said voice thick with sleep and drugs.

Angel hesitated at the door studying her.

Sleepiness left her as an awareness abruptly settled over her, and she rolled off the bed to her feet.

"Look Angel we've got to talk," Buffy stated and started to walk towards him.

She wasn't sure what she was feeling at the moment. She knew she'd been stuck with all kinds of drugs and that they were probably messing with her whole system.

But right now she knew she had to talk to Angel.

They had to get everything out in the open if they were going to escape and do it together.

"Talk," he repeated blankly.

He ran a hand through his bleached hair and shifted on his feet.

Buffy frowned at him as she got closer to him.

"Yes."

Angel cocked his head to the side and shook his head slowly.

"But I don't want to talk," he said slightly sulkily.

Buffy rolled her eyes and tried to hold her temper.

Why was he being so dense? Didn't he realize they were in a life and death situation? That if they didn't get out of here Maggie would destroy whatever friendship they had by the time she was through with them.

They weren't ever going to get out of here alive; Buffy knew that for a fact.

"Well I do," Buffy muttered pausing a few feet from him.

"Well I don't and that is that," he snapped as he reached out and caught her arms.

Startled she didn't react as she was jerked into the hard contours of his body.

"Angel…" she began but broke off as his mouth settled over hers.

And then he was kissing her.

Because she was too surprised to react.

Until he deepened the kiss and parted her lips with his tongue.

She got a taste of him then and her whole body stiffened.

Her eyes met his.

The kiss seemed to freeze as they stared at one another.

Buffy shook her head and closed her eyes briefly.

"I was pretty sure you weren't here anymore," Buffy said aware that this was in no way a secure place to talk.

Angel shrugged and then smiled a little.

"Did you miss me?" he asked curiously as his arms went around her waist.

Buffy let out a long suffering sigh and leaned her forehead against his chest.

"I should hurt you," she mumbled.

He ran a hand over her hair.

"But you won't. Because you love me," he stated confidently.

"You're… Argh what the hell are you doing here? And why do you look like this?" she mumbled into his chest closing her eyes.

Spike pressed his mouth to her ear to whisper directly into her ear.

"I came to rescue you luv and I'm not leavin' until you come with me," Spike warned her.

Buffy lifted her head and met his eyes again.

"I was afraid of that," Buffy whispered.

~*~

A/N: So yeah that was deliberately vague. Explanations will be in the next chapter. Hope you enjoyed. Skyz.

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