Chapter Two

Last Time:-

"What the hell are you doing here?" Spike said with shock in his voice, Chris and Connor moved down and out into the open.

Stood at the door was Buffy with a smile on her face.

"Hello everyone,"

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Connor and Chris looked between the blonde and Spike, the silence that had suddenly descended over the hotel was broken by a whisper.

"Who is that?" Chris whispered into his husband's ear.

"Buffy Summers, the oldest slayer," Connor said, she wasn't the Slayer who had lived the longest, since she had died twice, that title went to Faith. But she was one of the most successful Slayers and was technically the oldest in the sense she was the Slayer that was chosen first….complicated but it worked.

"Buffy, what are you dong here?" Spike asked.

"I came to see Angel," Buffy said looking at the baby is Spike's arms.

"Why are you holding a baby, Spike?" Buffy said placing her hands on her hips. Who in their right mind would trust Spike with a baby?

"Buffy, I think you should wait in Angel's office while I put this little guy to bed," Spike said in a tone with Buffy knew that she should follow; she wasn't stupid and knew she would have trouble winning in a fight against Spike. So she strode into the office of her former lover and she sat down in one of the chairs while glancing at the papers lying on the desk.

One in particular caught her eye; it was a simple piece of paper, a birth certificate. One that read:

Name: Connor Aurelius

Father: Angel Aurelius

Mother: Darla Aurelius

The baby that was with Spike must have being Connor….whose parents were that bitch Darla and Angel, who hadn't told her about his son. Angel, who said he loved her, never told her he had a SON.

She knew that her and Angel had drifted apart but he could have at least given her a ring, she would have being fine with it, she may have taken some time to come to terms about Darla being the child's mother. She would have been fine…oh who was she kidding….she would have been heartbroken if Angel rang her to tell her.

The door opened and she turned to see Spike walk in followed by two brunette men.

"Angel has a son?" Buffy said straight away.

"Yes," Spike answered looking wearily at the slayer.

"That kid I saw looked like Darla, but I could see no resemblance to Angel…Darla probably just said the brat was his," Buffy said, knowing she was out of line, but it hurt that no-one had told her about Connor.

Suddenly a fist slammed into her nose and a resounding crack was heard, looking up she felt a shiver of fear run up her spine as she looked at the brunette before her. He was lean, his fists were clenched and his blue eyes were looking at her with no emotion. They were the eyes of someone who destroyed.

"Never, ever say anything like that about my mother, you bitch…and never call my son a brat," Connor ground of through his teeth.

He could feel his husband's presence behind him and knew that if Connor hadn't have punched her Chris would have. Spike was standing there, his eyes closed, in his game face holding his demon back at the remark against his family.

"Wait, your son?" Buffy said holding her nose, which thankfully wasn't broken.

"Yes, I am Angel's son, and that child you just called a brat is my son Luke," Connor snarled.

"But you're not a baby!" Buffy exclaimed standing up carefully.

"It's a long story, but I can assure you I am Angel's son," Connor snapped.

"I think it might be easier if you were quiet, Miss Summers," Chris said looking at her with a stern gaze making the Slayer feel like a child, even though Chris was younger than her. Nodding she sat down in the chair.

"I'm going to check on Luke," Connor said and grabbed Chris's hand and pulled him up to their rooms. Spike sighed and sat down across from the Slayer.

"You're lucky Connor didn't kill you for that remark against his son," Spike said as he studied the woman in front of him. Her blonde hair was tied back into a pony tail with a few strands falling free around her make-up free face. She truly was a natural beauty. She was wearing some black jeans and trainers along with a long sleeved white top with a black jacket over it. Buffy Summers had grown into a beautiful woman.

"Why are you here, Buffy?" Spike asked.

"I need to talk to Angel…I know he has things to take care of…but I need to know something," Buffy said quietly, surprising Spike with her timid tone. The Slayer was really worrying over something.

"Angel will be back soon; do you want some ice for your nose?" Spike offered. He knew his Sire wouldn't leave him for Buffy; yes his Sire still cared for her, and Spike grew to respect her during his time in Sunnydale but both vampires knew that a Slayer and Vampire were not the ideal couple. A Slayer wasn't immortal but a vampire was. Angel would spend every night wondering whether she would be coming back from patrol or Buffy would be forced to realise that she couldn't have children if she chose this path, or grow old with someone.

"Yes, please," Buffy replied with a small smile but was feeling shocked that Spike was helping her.

"What are you going to ask Angel?" Spike asked.

"If he can see a future for us…if he still loves me," Buffy answered truthfully.

"I'll be right back," Spike said and walked from the office, right into Angel.

"Hey," Angel whispered and captured Spike's lips in a gentle kiss. Spike grinned into the kiss. A gasp broke Angel away from his childe.

"Angel?" Buffy gasped out, shock and hurt in her green eyes.

"Buffy?" Angel whispered before looking down at his blue eyed childe.

TBC…

AN: It will get better, not so much Buffy bashing now…you will find out the reason she has come in the next chapter, all will be explained! LOL! Please review!