His Slayer

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A/N: Hi all. Thanks for the reviews. I'm gonna try and put up another chapter this week. I'm going on vacation next week, and I'll be gone from the computer for one long week. I don't wanna leave you guys hanging so we'll see. Hey anyone ever seen The Lion in Winter? Katharine Hepburn, Peter O'Toole, Timothy Dalton (who looks so yummy in this) and Anthony Hopkins. It's an awesome movie, funny as hell in a wickedly good way. I love Katharine Hepburn. Well Enjoy. Skyz.

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Chapter Fifteen:

Tossing aside the fact that this git was actually Buffy's boyfriend, and was currently trying to beat the shit out of him… Just on principle Spike would never have liked Angel even if he'd never met Buffy. But as it was he really hated the bastard, and so he didn't let up on him as he whaled on him.

In fact he enjoyed himself immensely, that is until…

"Break it up," Buffy yelled as she entered the lab and thrust the two vamps apart. She stood there arms akimbo, and her face as stern as she could make it. She glanced from one to the other.

Finally settled on glaring at Angel as she moved to Spike's side.

"What happened?" she demanded as she touched Spike's shoulder, and eyed the bruises he had forming around his face. She didn't like seeing Spike hurt.

When no one answered she turned fully to look over at Angel.

He stared right back his face a mask of confusion and rage. He shook his bleached head, and tried to form some kind of a coherent answer.

"Did I actually see you kiss Spike?" he blurted out incredulously. "When the portal opened and he-"

"I don't want to talk about that," Buffy interrupted quickly. "Who started this? Can't you see Spike's not up to par Angel? God he's been tortured by these people and you decided to beat him up! I can't believe you. I just don't know about some of the things you've been doing," she muttered as she ran her fingers lightly over Spike's rapidly forming black eye.

Spike decided it wasn't quite the time to smirk like he wanted. So he managed took look as innocent as he could, and let Buffy fuss over him as Angel goggled.

"Buffy…Would you stop it? He is a vampire for goodness sakes! He can positively look after himself. Get away from him this instant," Giles snapped as he strode forward and gripped Buffy's arm.

"Hey leave the lass alone. She's old enough to make her own decisions," Rowan announced as she shoved past Quentin and into the room.

Giles sent her a glare and tried to drag Buffy away from Spike. Buffy resisted and gave him an exasperated look.

"I'm fine. Look we need to get out of here. Having a conversation about this is just not right. Come on. Let's go. Right now," she ordered and began to move from out of Giles' grasp.

"Wait, wait a bloody minute," Spike piped up as he caught her shoulder and turned her to face him again. "I've a question for you Buffy. I want an honest answer too. Don't reckon I'll like the answer if it's yes but…I can get over it," he assured her with a strained smile.

She looked at him as if he were crazy. Shaking her head she tried to ignore the death like vibes that nearly saturated the room. She didn't have a clue what Spike wanted to ask, but she hoped it had nothing to do with their relationship.

"Well?" she asked a little impatiently.

"Are you…fuck Buffy are you pregnant? With that git's baby?" he shoved a thumb Angel's way as he asked.

Buffy was so relieved that he hadn't asked about her being in love with him, that it took her a minute to comprehend his question. She blinked and shook her head.

"What?! No! God no I'm not having Angel's baby," she muttered looking over at Angel for a moment.

"That's good then," Spike said happily as he grinned. "Let's get on then."

"Why would he ask such a stupid question?! Buffy, why would he think you were having Angel's baby?" Giles demanded beyond fed up with all of them.

Buffy shrugged.

"Well because it's quite possible she could have been," the lab tech spoke up then and all eyes turned to him.

"I beg your pardon?" Giles hissed out. "Vampires have dead sperm, as in they can not create living life. That's impossible. Now why would you even think such-"

"It isn't as stupid as you'd think. And it's possible. We've developed a method of rejuvenating the semen of vampires so that it can in fact create life. It's highly evolutional, and Dr. Walsh really gets on our asses to make it happen. She's qui-"

"The bitch, yeah I know," Spike spat out and gave the man an evil grin.

"So you're saying Maggie Walsh has created a way to have vampires reproduce?" Quentin asked in awe and horror.

Buffy and Spike shared a quick look.

"We need to go," they both said at the same time and hurried to the doorway.

"Where's Maggie? She better believe I'll hunt her down," Spike snarled as he reached the doorway.

Buffy glanced over her shoulder at the lab tech.

"So…you're saying Angel's men are…in working order?" she asked curious despite herself.

"Oh good Lord," Giles moaned and closed his eyes.

Rowan smirked.

Quentin couldn't quite hide his disgust.

"Well…yes. Maggie was hoping you and he would become intimate, and…you would have gotten pregnant. She should have been here over seeing the project, but she had something come up and had to leave," the man went on to say.

"Where did she go?" Giles demanded suddenly alert once more.

The man gave a shrug.

"I think…to some town called Sunny something," he muttered unconcerned.

"Shit," Spike's vicious curse split the ear followed by Buffy's sharp intake of breath.

"What? What's wrong?" Angel asked looking at Buffy.

"We need to go. Like now," this time Buffy didn't wait to see if they followed. She bolted out of the room, and down the hall, Spike at her side.

Buffy didn't even want to think it but the thought would not leave her alone. If Maggie was in Sunnydale and they were here…Then there was no way Wes being there would escape her attention. And if she found Wes then surely she would find Tate as well. It didn't bode well for them if she had found them out.

She knew that if Maggie wanted she could use Tate as a bargaining chip and get anything she wanted from them.

Buffy shoved those thoughts out of her head, and tried to concentrate on getting out of the building, and finding a way back home. She prayed that nothing happened to Tate or Wes. Or God forbid her own family.

~*~

Xander hesitated as he reached the private level of the Initiative HQ's. He wasn't lost, but he really didn't want to be down here. In fact he now wished he hadn't pushed this part of the plan so much.

He wandered down the long tunnel and paused at the only door at the end of the hall. He lifted a hand and balled it into a fist as he knocked once, and then again. He really didn't want to be here. He missed Buffy; he knew she'd be able to handle this better than he. After all she was the Slayer and the-

"Yes," the door swung open and Xander gulped as he looked at Maggie Walsh.

Xander managed a sickly smile and straightened up.

"Ma'am," he began as he watched Maggie study him with an intensity he found creepy. He forced his words to sound confident and firm. "I've come to you with a proposition."

Maggie arched a brow and regarded him speculatively. Her eyes ran down his lean body and rested on his mouth a moment before she deigned to speak.

"And what might that be?" she asked carefully.

Xander resisted the urge to shudder.

"Why don't I come in and tell you?" he asked as seductively as he could.

"Why don't you," Maggie purred and stepped aside.

Xander squared his shoulders and stepped into the lion's den and surveyed the dimly lit office. Looking for any hint of humanity, some sign that she wasn't an alien cyborg ready to kill on command. He grimaced as he realized there was no sign of anything humane in Maggie's office.

He was so dead.

"Take a seat," she told him as she watched him.

This was going to be fun, she mused. Obviously the little boy thought he had the balls to go toe to toe with her. It was amusing and endearing all at once. It wasn't beyond her to find humor even in the direst situations, and this was indeed a dire situation. At least for Alexander LaVelle Harris.

It had surprised and intrigued her when Xander had applied to enter the Initiative, and so she'd complied and let him into the fold. He wasn't a bad soldier but he wasn't there to lead tactical teams, or kill demons. No he'd been placed here to learn anything he could, of that she had no doubt. And it was a good plan but whoever had thought it up had forgotten one little thing.

She worked for a secret branch of the military and had all kinds of people and things at her disposal. She'd had Buffy Summers house and friends under surveillance ever since she'd captured the Slayer. She knew each and every one of them.

Settling herself on the edge of her desk she crossed her legs and waited for Xander to state his proposition.

"So what can I do for you Xander?" she asked with a small smile.

Xander swallowed and crossed his arms.

"It's more like what can I do for you?" he said with a small chuckle.

"Oh," Maggie trilled. "Oh you could do anything you want."

Oh my God she's coming onto me, Xander thought with a sick feeling. He shuddered and managed to grin before he blinked and remembered the plan.

"I really don't like demons Ma- Can I call you Maggie?" he asked.

She barely nodded.

"Well Maggie I think demons weren't meant to be here. And in fact I absolutely agree with this little project of yours. Keep 'em locked up and out of our way. They aren't humans and don't deserve to be treated like humans. And that's why I've come to you today. Demons shouldn't have children."

He paused and let that linger as he waited for his words to register with Maggie. He silently thanked Willow for making him memorize that little speech. She'd told him most of the things that came out of his mouth weren't going to make much of an impression. And they needed to make a big impression right off the bat.

"Excuse me?" Maggie asked coolly her flirty mood slipping away.

Xander smirked.

"So here's what I'm thinkin' Maggie," he began.

~*~

Riley Finn trudged through the woods his boots crunching dead leaves as he went. He didn't want to be out here, but Maggie had insisted that something was up.

When he'd told her that Xander Harris wanted a meeting with her, she'd been pleased and he didn't really understand why. It wasn't like he was a great soldier or anything. He was just okay. Not like him at all. Smiling slightly as he thought of all his accomplishments he paused briefly.

"Whatcha doin'?"

Riley turned at the voice behind him, and blinked as a beam of light appeared in his eyes.

"Hey…get that light outta my eyes," he muttered as he covered his eyes.

"Sorry no can do," the woman said as she lashed out and hit him a stunning blow to the head. He dropped like a stone and Faith reached over shining her light towards her side. "You can come out now guys," she told Joyce and Oz.

The two hurried from their hiding place and Joyce studied the unconscious form of Riley Finn. With a grimace she knelt down, and began to go through the many pockets of Riley's outfit.

"Are you sure this is gonna work?" Faith asked skeptically. She wasn't sure about this plan, and didn't want Joyce to get hurt. Cuz for sure B would no doubt blame her.

"Yes. All we need to do is make them believe us. Once that's done the rest should go relatively easily," Joyce murmured as she grinned as her hand connected with exactly what she wanted.

"You have it Joyce?" Oz asked as he crouched down beside her.

Joyce closed her hand around the small object and nodded as she rose.

"Ready Oz? Wait ten minutes before you do it," Joyce ordered as she grabbed Faith's arm and they hurried off. Oz looked after them and then up at the quickly darkening sky. Drawing in a deep breath he prepared himself for the change that would be coming soon.

Dropping down on all fours he peered into Riley's face and abruptly grinned. He gripped the commando's arms and began to drag him deeper into the woods. Once he was satisfied he gave him one last look before he hurried off to await his change.

~*~

Giles couldn't stand it a minute longer as he turned to stare sharply over at Buffy and Spike who were huddled close together. He glared at the duo, and knew if he didn't say something he was liable to burst.

"I want to know just what is going on here Buffy," he said through gritted teeth.

"Me too, I know you were kissing Spike. What possessed you to do such a thing?" Angel snapped out as he twisted his body to stare at them over his shoulder.

Spike stifled a groan and looked at Buffy.

She met his eyes a moment before she turned her attention to Giles and indirectly Angel.

"We aren't going to discuss that right now. I told you we have to get back to Sunnydale as soon as possible. I don't care how many times you ask me, I'm not getting into my personal life right now," she told them as calmly as she could.

"That doesn't make any sense unless you really do have something to hide," Angel muttered beyond confused.

"Listen you bloody ponce she doesn't want to talk about it. Rowan you're sure you can get us there?" Spike asked Rowan who was at the wheel of the car. He studied the back of her head with her wild and white hair. Smiled a little as he heard her cackle and lift her eyes to the rearview mirror.

"Dinna doubt me lad. I knew just by the look of you, that I'd have more fun than I've had in the past decade. And I was right. Here we are. Let me get my fixin's and we'll be off to good ol Sunnydale."

Rowan pulled the car over with a screech of tires and as the car shuddered to a stop she hopped out.

"Move it Watcher," Spike ground out as he shoved at Giles. Giles moved and opened the door and slipped out, Spike clambered out next, and waited for Buffy to do the same. He strode down the alley that led to Rowan's back door, sure that Buffy would follow.

Giles stared in disbelief as Buffy hurried after Spike.

"I don't know…" he began frustrated.

"I do. It seems your Slayer has picked up another vampire, and has notched him on her belt. It seems she fancies the soulless demon more than she ever did you Angelus," Quentin smugly put in as he strode up beside them.

Angel let out a low growl.

Spike looked at Buffy and grimaced slightly at her worried face.

"I'm sure she doesn't know anything about Tate," he tried to reassure her. He reached out and clamped a hand on her shoulder, not wanting to crowd her too much.

Buffy lowered her head a moment.

"Well…that's not what I think. I think she knows about him, and will be waiting for us once we come. I can't believe I told Wes to go there! I just…assumed Giles would be there and could help. He's good at helping, being all watcherly and stuff. If I'd known this would happen I wouldn't have come back here at all," she grumbled to herself.

Spike frowned.

"You can't blame yourself. Cuz if you're gonna blame someone it should be me. You left me with them for a reason and I took off leavin' Wes all alone with the baby. I should have stayed with them. This is my fault," he stressed grimly.

Buffy turned to face him fully and shook her head.

"Then she'd have both of you and that…I couldn't bear that Spike. I know Maggie wants Tate so I don't think he'll be in any immediate danger. But Wes on the other hand… We can't blame ourselves for this. What we need to do now is concentrate on how we're gonna get out of this."

She paused to look at him and slowly smiled.

"You know Angel's hair?" she asked. He nodded warily. "Well I think Maggie bleached it so he would look more like you. Which is totally wrong, because bleached hair is so not Angel. I think I hurt his feelings when I laughed at him…"

Buffy laughed softly as she glimpsed Angel once more.

Spike narrowed his eyes and abruptly moved so that Buffy was forced to back up against the wall. He kept her there by placing his hands on either side of her face.

"I don't care about the git's feelings. In fact if I never see him again I'll die happy," he growled.

Buffy cocked her head and regarded him.

"You're already dead, slick. How's your eye? Does it hurt? I can't believe you got into it with Angel! And hey what was that? Pushing me into that portal and making me leave?" she demanded suddenly angrily.

"Wha? Listen here Slayer it would have done me a lot better havin' you outta there. You didn't fancy seein' all those dead bodies did ya?" He gave a staunch nod as she made a face. "Didn't think so. And as for fighting your boyfriend he came after me. After all you did kiss me," he told her with a slight smirk.

Looking indignant she glared at him.

"Right. I kissed you when you shoved me into that portal?" she asked sarcastically.

Spike shrugged.

"You wanted to. I could tell," he said.

"Could you?" Buffy asked mockingly as she gazed up into his eyes. She lifted her hands to cup his face as she studied his bruised face. "I don't like seeing you hurt. I can't believe Angel started that fight! I mean you don't even look up to a fight! He could have seriously hurt you Spike and-"

Spike scowled.

"You're sayin' I don't know how to handle myself Slayer?" he asked slightly pissed.

Buffy bit her lower lip and gave a small shrug.

"You're not up to your full strength…" she began quietly.

"Wanna try me?" he asked seductively leering down at her. Buffy didn't even bother to answer him as she reached up, and cupped the back of his head. She dragged his head down and crushed her mouth to his.

She wanted just for a minute to forget all the trouble they were in. To forget the fact that Maggie Walsh could very well have Spike's son. That she was on the verge of major heartache by loving yet another vampire. That her boyfriend of sorts stood not even five feet away watching her break his heart. She wanted to forget that her Watcher would never get over his disappointment in her choices.

There were so many things she wanted to forget, and it would take all the kisses in the entire world to even begin too. But she knew she was only stalling, delaying the time when her choices would be scrutinized, and her decisions found wanting.

She pulled away so that her lips barely brushed his.

"I love you, believe me when I tell you this," she whispered breathily. "But I just don't know what the hell I'm gonna do about it," she added before she unwound her arms from his neck and gently pushed him away.

"That was kissage! I saw you kiss him Buffy! What the hell is going on here?!" Angel yelled as he stalked towards her. "And you! You little bastard, you think I'll let you get away with this boy? I know you've somehow managed to brainwash Buffy, and now she's all- Not Buffy," Angel snarled.

She loved him, Spike mused with a lazy smile he sent Angel's way. But she didn't know what to do about it. Well he was right there with her. He loved her and was at a loss as to what came next. He had a baby to look after and he just knew it wasn't gonna be easy. He had no memory and plus he was a vampire.

It certainly would no doubt be a lot to get used to. He didn't want to be selfish and saddle Buffy with his problems. But he was selfish and was man enough to admit it. He wanted her and even with all his baggage, he would not give her up. Not to be with that git Angel or anyone else for that matter.

She was his Slayer.

"Buffy…" Giles' voice roused Spike from his musings and he looked up.

Caught the quickly covered look of dread that flashed across Buffy's face. Straightening he shoved off the wall and strode forward. He pounded on the door to Rowan's. "Open up old woman. We gotta go!"

He sidled closer to Buffy and made sure their shoulders brushed as Rowan came out, her arms full with magick goods.

"Hold your bleedin' horses. I'm a'comin," she groused.

Spike dipped his head so he could whisper into Buffy's ear.

"I love you too Buffy. Believe me when I tell you that. But I just don't know what the hell I'm gonna do about it," he told her before he gave her a wink and backed off a bit.

~*~

"What are you suggesting to me?" Maggie asked as she stared at Xander. She'd tried to gauge his truthfulness, but all she could really see was his youthfulness.

Either way she couldn't, wouldn't trust him.

"I just told you," Xander snapped as he got up and headed for the door.

"Don't move. You aren't going anywhere," Maggie told him coldly.

"I'm not?" Xander asked cautiously. He didn't want to show her just how scared he was, but dammit he wasn't made for shit like this! Especially not over a little demon spawn like baby Tate.

But as he recalled Joyce's conviction about the subject, he knew he had no choice in this.

"No. You think I believe a word that's come out of your mouth boy? I've got years on you and more brains in my head, than you've got in your dick. Don't mess with me," she snapped.

Xander swallowed as his hands went protectively to his crotch.

"I'm not lying about this. If you don't take me up on this well… I guess you'll never get your super baby huh? I don't have a reason to lie about this. Or maybe I do. Since you've got more brains in your head, than I've got in my dick, why don't you figure it out?" he asked tauntingly before he swung open the door and strode out.

Maggie couldn't help but smirk as she slipped off the edge of her desk. Strolled lazily to the door and peered out it. Her smirk turned into a grin as she caught sight of Xander. His way was blocked by a wall of armed guards.

"What were you saying about my brains Xander? Surely you didn't think I'd let you walk away that easily did you? If you're telling me the truth… You will be greatly rewarded," she told him as she stepped out of her office.

Xander turned to stare at her.

"Well, gee, thanks," he drawled.