Chapter Eleven

Buffy sat staring at the floor in the lobby of the Hyperion. Fred was busy cleaning something but she wasn't taking any interest. She'd had the examination from the nurse and was holding the ultrasound picture in her hand.

She was three months pregnant with Spike's baby. Which mean she'd been fighting whilst pregnant. Putting her child in danger. Spike's child. Oh, god. She was going to be a mom.

Gunn walked into the lobby, a concerned look on his face. 'Angel just called. He needs you on the next flight over, Buffy.' The blonde Slayer looked up and frowned at Gunn, who shrugged. 'Just doin' what I'm told. He said it's urgent.'

'What the hell is going on out there?' Buffy stood. Fred walked over to her and smiled reassuringly.

'I'm sure it's nothing bad. But don't wind yourself up. The nurse said to take it easy. I'll come with you if you want.' Buffy nodded.

'I'd like that.' The blonde headed off to pack a suitcase. Fred turned to Gunn. Wesley walked in and interrupted them.

'How did it go at the clinic?' He asked Fred, a smile lighting her face as she saw him.

'It was okay. I think Buffy is a little shocked but she's glad I think…to have something left of him.' Gunn nodded.

'It may have been harder. I just wonder if Spike knew.' Wesley looked to Fred.

'Before he left, Angel told me he hadn't heard the heartbeat before now.' The watcher said whilst looking up the stairs towards the room Buffy had adopted.

'She's three months gone. And it's healthy. She didn't wanna know the sex, I don't know if you could tell yet anyways.' Fred turned as Buffy came down the stairs with a small bag. Fred nodded and ran up to sort her stuff out quickly. Within a few minutes, Wesley was driving them to the airport.

Angel sat beside Spike, watching his sleeping form, as he had been for over twenty four hours. He wondered how long it would take Buffy to get here, knowing she would rush. Her curiosity would get the better of her over it. He didn't tell her over the phone, rather she see it for herself. He just hoped the stupid vampire would wake up.

Evidently, Spike had a human body now but he still had his demon. Which meant he was sort of half demon. He wondered how that would affect the proud platinum blonde. He'd probably rub it in Angel's face straight off.

The brunette had already informed Giles and Willow, who were also making their way from Rome. Buffy would be here first hopefully, so that she could see him first.

Two female voices in the corridor alerted him to their presence and he opened the door, stepping outside and looking for the Slayer. Fred was with her and he motioned to them to join him. The doctor approached from behind and smiled. 'Is this the girlfriend?' he asked Angel, who nodded. Buffy looked at them curiously.

'What's going on Angel?' She asked, he hand subconsciously covering her swelling stomach. Angel looked at her sincerely.

'Your dream wasn't a lie Buffy.' He said, opening the door. Buffy looked into the room and saw his hair first. She walked in slowly, not making a sound. The doctor left, saying that it would be better if Angel handled this. Buffy reached the edge of the bed and reached out to touch him, hoping she wouldn't wake up, that he was here.

'Spike?' Angel appeared beside her. Fred watched from the doorway.

'He's in a coma. Doctors don't know how to wake him up. He's been here for nearly five days. Looks like when he died, he turned up in London. The Powers told me he would be where he was born, that he was wandering. They all think he's been mugged but he still has the injuries from LA.'

'Is he human?' Buffy whispered, stroking the arm of the still form in the bed. Angel shook his head.

'Not totally but he has a heartbeat. He might be okay with sunlight but I can't test that one. We'll find out if he wakes up.' Buffy looked up at Angel.

'If?' She said, the words choking in her throat.

Angel nodded. 'He's stable Buffy…but they have to give him transfusions. His blood…it's like he needs it still. Like a vampire. If he doesn't wake up soon…he might not be strong enough to survive.' Buffy let the tears slip down her face silently.

'I have to call Giles.' She said as Angel put a hand on her shoulder.

'I've already done it. He and Willow are on their way.' Buffy nodded and pulled a chair to the still vampire's side, sitting down and clasping his hand. Angel left the room, looking at Fred.

'At least he is here.' She said, trying to reassure him. Angel watched Buffy through the window, and he could hear her talking.

The Slayer looked up at his face, stroking it gently, whilst not letting go of his hand.

'I'm so sorry for being angry at you, baby. But you have to come back now. I have something for you.' She choked on a sob and gripped his hand tighter. 'You're gonna be a daddy. But you have to be here and help me. I need you. I love you.' She laid her head on the bed, crying gently.