A/n: New Update-age. Review for more.

Darin sat, his arms crossed and a book on his lap, awaiting his mother's punishment. She watched him from the doorway, leaning her weight against it as she held back a sigh.

"How long?" Wesley asked, his eyes transfixed on his moping son.

"The weekend. No computer. Strict reading and homework,"

"Isn't that a bit harsh?"

"He tied Lily to a chair!" Buffy whispered back furiously.

"I'm sure he meant no harm,"

"He's fourteen, Wes, he knows the difference between right and wrong,"

"Even so, he's a boy…they do this,"

"I just…I can see him burning down the school gym," At her husband's kinked eyebrows, she sighed. "Fine cut him loose. But he's on research for the next month," Wes smiled, brushing his lips over hers before walking across the room to their son.

"Thanks, Mum," Darin smiled, looking up at Buffy with the mirror image of her green eyes. His shaggy hair fell into them.

"Apologize to Lily, and help Aunt Willow with the translations," Buffy ordered, kissing him on his cheek. At fourteen her son was already an inch taller then her. "Go be my kid," She laughed, pushing him lightly towards the door.

'You can not hide me forever, they will find out about me'

"Watch me," Darin muttered, taking the steps two by two.

"Yo, what punishment did you get?" Beau asked as his friend entered their room. Darin pushed past him, collapsing onto his bed.

"Research for a month. You?"

"Probation, research, restricted computer use,"

"We got off easy,"

"Yeah, Uncle Giles and Aunt Tara barely yelled. Dad freaked out the most," Beau's eyes flickered to the door, making sure no one was listening. "He kept bitching about how vampire could have attacked,"

"Well, you know Lils, she's always the one who gets kidnapped. And what was with the massive wiggy-ness of her turning into a trio?"

"No clue. None of 'em believed us though. Damn champions," As soon as the words left his mouth, his mother entered the room.

"You better shut up about them champions, Beau, you're gonna be one," Darin stared at his aunt, realizing how beautiful she was. Her hair was raven colored and flowed down her back in waves. Her eyes were the most exquisite thing, cause they not only saw the world around her but the helpless that they would save. Cordelia Chase was one of his favorite people, next to her husband that is.

"Aunt Cordy, is Uncle Angel really mad at us?" He found himself asking, and Cordy shifted the laundry basket from her hip to his bed.

"No, sweetie, he's just broody. Give him until tomorrow morning and he'll be right chipper," She leaned down and brushed her lips across her son's forehead, then his own, before walking out of the room and down the hall.

"Don't lie to me, pigeon, you're like your mum. Cant lie for your life," Dawn slapped Spike upside his head, smiling as he snuggled their daughter on their queen sized bed. She took the other side, resting her head in the crook of his neck. Shay was desperately trying to convince him of something.

"No lie, Daddy. Honest to God, Mary told me so!"

"I don't believe it,"

"I wouldn't put it past him," Dawn stated, breathing in the scent of Spike.

"Giles would not sing Opera,"

"He did do that whole country thing once,"

"That's completely different," Spike groaned, pulling himself into sitting position. Both parties hit him.

"Soft Spike," Dawn muttered, attempting to pull him back down.

"No fair. Two against one, and Shay has to get to bed,"

"But Daddy!"

"No but's, get gone, niblet," He kissed her cheek lightly, shoving the fourteen year old out of the room.

"Night!"

"Soft Spike, huh?" Dawn giggled. "You trying to call me fat?" The brunette simply grinned.