Summary: What if Buffy had gone with Angel into that hell dimension on the finale of Season2? My first fan fiction, I think this would be considered AU.
Disclaimers: Mutant Enemy and Joss Whedon own it all. This just all just for entertainments sake, I hope.
Faith knocked nervously on the door of Buffy and Angel's apartment. She hoped Joyce was still there, at least she would feel welcomed by her. A very tall, incredibly hot man with gorgeous brown eyes and long flowing hair opened the door. Man, if this was Angel no wonder B. jumped into hell with him. He looked down at her, "Yes, can I help you."
"Faith, you came!" Buffy literally bounced off the chair she was sitting on to greet her. She pushed the man aside to gather Faith in a warm embrace she was not prepared for.
"Yeah, um, I, um. I hope you don't like, mind? I needed to talk to you about some vamp I met tonight." Faith looked around the apartment and finally laid her eyes on Joyce, who had her arms full of a little baby. "Whoa, so this is the infamous little prophecy guy? He's like so small." She held her finger out to him to grab onto, "Wow, the little man has quite a grip, cool."
She pulled her attention back to Buffy and Angel, "totally hot!" she thought. "So, you must be Angel?" She held her hand out to him. He took it in a firm handshake. "And you must be the slayer, glad to finally meet you, Faith."
"So, this vamp I met tonight. His name is Spike and he said he wanted to warn Buffy that Angelus was back in town. Does this make sense or do I head back to the mansion and dust him?" Angel loved the straight forwardness of this girl.
"Spike's back in town? Was he alone?" Angel didn't like the sound of this. "And he's at the mansion?"
"Yes, yes and yes. I told him to wait for me there and if I saw him on the street, he was dust."
There was another knock at the door and Angel turned once again to answer it. "Spike's here."
Leaning against the door jam was a very smug Spike. "The new girl is strong, I'll give you that, but Buffy, you are going to have to give her a few pointers in the stealth department. Hey Peaches, aren't you going to invite your grand-childe in?" Spike looked over Angel's shoulder and saw the baby. "That's it, that's who's been calling me. I thought it was you, but I can feel the tyke pulling at me. And if he's pulling me, you can bet Darla and Dru won't be far behind. What the bloody hell is going on, Angelus?"
"Not that I owe you any explanation boy, but come in. We need to talk." Angel stood aside to let Spike enter.
Buffy jumped up, once again. "Angel, what the hell are you doing inviting this monster into our home?" She was livid.
Spike looked directly into Buffy's eyes. "Bloody hell! You finally turned the slayer. Even if you stake me right now, I can go happy knowing you turned the bloody, righteous prig of a slayer." He looked at his grand-sire with admiration, "Good job, Peaches. Didn't think you had it in you. But what's up with the brat?"
"Angel, if you don't flatten this asshole right now, I am so gonna dust his sorry ass." Faith was seething with frustration at the whole scene. She had led the prick here, and now she was foaming at the mouth.
Angel looked at all three women in his living room then back fisted Spike in the face. He fell with a resounding thud.
"Wudcha' do that for? Jeez Angel, you're such a wanker. I was admiring your work here." Spike held his bleeding nose for the second time that night.
"Faith, could you please take Joyce and Connor back to her place? Buffy and I need to speak with Spike and I'd rather the two of them were safe with you." Faith felt honored that Angel trusted her so quickly, but she didn't want to leave them alone with Spike.
"I don't know Angel, are you sure you don't need me here?" She looked at Spike as she spoke.
Buffy had finally had enough. "Hello, remember me? Slayer slash vampire? Wife to Angel? Mother to Connor? Daughter to Joyce? Don't I have a say in this at all? Angel, you are going all he-man husband on me here and I have to say, I do not like it!"
"Baby, I'm sure Angel has our best intentions in mind here. Let Faith take us home and after you have figured out what's happening we'll all get together and discuss this. I'll give Giles a call and have Willow come over and do another protection spell for the house. We'll even give Xander and Cordelia a call and let them in on all the news. Really honey, this is for the best." Sometimes Joyce had such a calming effect it was eerie. Angel looked at his mother-in-law with admiration and gratitude, Faith looked at her with respect and, yes it was really there she realized, love. Buffy just stared at her mom, dumbfounded. Since when had her mom become so okay with all the crazy? It had only been a summer and she had totally fallen in line with the whole slayer/Scooby thing. Had Buffy really so underestimated her all this time? She walked over to her mother, took Connor and handed him over to Faith and then enveloped Joyce in an embraced that conveyed all the love, respect and gratitude that was overwhelming her. It had been a very emotional 48 hours.
Oz and Willow were waiting outside to take Joyce, Faith and the baby to the house on Revello Drive.
Both Angel and Buffy refused to let Faith walk them home. "We should have brought my car, but I'm sure Faith can get us home safely."
Faith looked at Buffy's face. "With you having to carry the baby and all, I really think it would be safer if we just gave Willow a call. She can have Oz here in a sec. It's for the best."
Buffy gave Faith a grateful look.
They all turned towards Spike.
"What?" Spike rubbed his injured nose. "You know, I was called here by the little whelp and I was just tryin' to help. You should be thankful I didn't try and contact the bitches first. Dru loves babies, you know that Angel. Did you really think you guys could do this and none of us would pick up on it? I have no gripe with the little bit, I just want to know why I feel compelled to be here. I don't like it one bit more than you, and the sooner you fix it the sooner I'll be on my way." Connor made eye contact with Spike before the three of them left the apartment, it shook Spike to his core. What kind of power did this little one have and why was he so drawn to him? No, he didn't like this one bit!
After the ladies left with Connor, Angel and Buffy sat down with Spike and told him a story about a vampire couple in a place called Ragnor.
"So, Goldilocks here saves your sorry ass from hell and you get to spend the next 20 years banging her until the cows come home? For some reason I am not all that bloody sympathetic. You always land on your feet, Angel. And once again, having everything you ever wanted. So, I'm supposed to feel, what? Sorry that you will be living out eternity with the woman you love? Sorry that you have a son to carry on the lineage of your ancestors? That the ones you turned oh so many years ago mean nothing to you? Just tell me why am I here? Why can't I just pick up and leave?"
The front door opened up and in walked Whistler. "Think I can answer that for you."
Buffy reacted first, "Whistler, don't you ever knock?"
"Did, but Blondie here wasn't done with his soliloquy. Done rambling Spike? Okay, why are you here? You already know the answer to that and whether you are willing to accept it or not, you are one of Connors champions, his protectors. But you knew that, you said it yourself."
Spike sputtered, nothing would come out of his mouth, he was royally pist.
"Well Willie m'boy. Seems we're both in agreement here. Whistler, Spike will have no part in my son's life. I can tell you that right now. Oracles be damned, my son will not be exposed to this demon's influence!" Angel was enraged and his eyes were flickering yellow, never a good sign.
"Angel, baby, calm down. We can talk about this. Of course Spike will not be a part of any of our lives. Especially if I dust him right here." Buffy went to retrieve her stake.
Whistler was starting to lose his patience. "Everyone calm down! Do not mock the Powers That Be, Angel. Do you really think you have all the resources to keep the baddies at bay, avoid whatever apocalypse may come down the pike and protect your son the way he needs to be protected until he comes of age? Whether you are willing to admit it or not, Angel, Spike shares blood with you, and Buffy and Connor. So does Dru and Darla, but Connor has chosen Spike. All three of you can feel the bond, all four of you actually, you just aren't ready to accept it yet. But you will, you have to. Something's coming and you'll need all the resources at your disposal. That includes the new slayer, the watcher, your little band of helpers and even your mom, Buff. And Spike."
Buffy was scared. If it were just her and Angel, no problem, but with Connor her mothering instincts were in hyper drive. Nothing was going to harm her son and she had to make sure he was covered on all fronts. If that meant bringing in another vampire, well she wasn't going to count him out. "Okay, so say we agree with this Spike thing. How can we trust him? He has done nothing but proven himself to be a self-serving, back-stabbing weasel."
Spike finally found his voice. "Wait a bloody minute here. I certainly haven't agreed to any of this. I want you to fix it so I can get the hell out of here and live my life again!"
"Live your life again?" Whistler stood in front of Spike and looked him in the eyes. "Let's see, blondie, your life? You've been on a drunken stupor since Dru took up with that chaos demon. You have no place to call home, no friends, no minions, nothing. Face it Spike, you are a sorry excuse for a demon. This is your opportunity to have a family again. The Powers That Be never give a demon of your questionable moral standings a chance, but for some reason Connor chose you and the Oracles have okayed it. Don't blow it."
Buffy and Angel looked at each other, then at Spike. Oh, Buffy thought, this is so not the way I thought this whole thing would play out. Spike's going to be my son's playmate? So not of the good.
Angel made the first move. "Spike, go to the mansion. If you're there tomorrow we'll talk. If not, well, Connor will just have to chose a new protector."
"Fine. Do you have any blood, I'm a bit low on ducets."
Angel rolled his eyes, so typical. He went to the refrigerator and took out a couple of bags, which he threw to Spike. "Tomorrow."
After Spike left, Angel turned to Whistler. "What else can you tell us?"
"Nothing, yet. You know me, big guy, I am strictly a on a need to know basis. They tell me nothing until they are ready for you to know. But if I hear anything, even on the streets, I'll let you know. Just keep them all safe. And give Spike a chance, I think he'll surprise you. I'll see you later." He turned toward the slayer, "Buffy, 'night." With that, he left.
"Angel, hold me. I need normal right now, I need you." Buffy fell into Angels arms as he picked her up and carried her to bed.
"I need you always." Angel gently laid Buffy onto their bed and began to undress her. Impatient, Buffy pushed Angel's hands aside and removed her clothes quickly, tearing at them in disregard. She then ripped Angel's shirt open and pulled him on top of her. "I need you. Now!" He quickly threw the rest of his clothes on the floor and lay on top of Buffy, balancing his weight on his elbows as he fit his body between her open legs and looked into her lust-filled eyes. When she was like this, he could barely contain himself.
Buffy had always been passionate, but since turning she was insatiable. Thankfully, because they were mated and probably more so because of their souls, their devotion to each other also included their love-making. Angel knew he would kill anyone who tried to take Buffy and had fought a couple of warriors in Ragnor who had sought to take her as their mate. He had never doubted Buffy's faithfulness, but when she was in a fevered pitch, like now, he worried that he might not totally satisfy her and his demon would kill her or himself before he would let her go.
She slowed for a moment and looked back into his eyes with just a little bit of laughter. "You think too much." Sometimes she could read his mind, of course at this moment he was so transparent it didn't take much to know exactly what was going through his mind. "I want you desperately, I need you. But I love you more than all that. It's never just sex with us, it's spiritual, it's mind-shattering, it's love, it's also totally hot. Never doubt that you are all I will ever need. So, get to it big guy," she felt his erection grow against her thigh and giggled, "and I do mean big. No more mister broody, just some pounding, earth moving sex, if you please. I would hate to have to do this all by myself when you are perfectly capable of doing the job." She laughed and rolled them so she was on top. "If this is what you wanted, all you had to do was ask. Now, fuck me or die!"
Angel smiled a wicked little smile out of the left side of his mouth. "So don't want to die." He flipped Buffy onto her back and entered her without any further discussion.
"You know, two hours in your arms certainly puts the whole world into perspective. I have you, I have Connor, I have mom and my friends. What else is there? We can get through anything. Sometimes I am such an ingrate. Let's take a shower and go get Connor. I'll give mom a call and tell we'll be there in half an hour." Buffy leaned up and kissed Angel's nose.
Angel smiled at her and felt himself getting hard all over again. "If we are going to take a shower together, better make it an hour, give or take. Have to give those bite marks a little time to heal up and I can think of the perfect thing to do while we're waiting"
"Oh, husband smart."