"Daddy." A voice was heard in the woods. Spike stood still for a moment before searching for the voice. "Daddy, over here." The voice spoke again. Emily? Spike thought. No. The voice was far too old to be his little bit. The voice was grown and strong.

"I don't know where you are." Spike spoke out. Everything was spinning and hazy like a dream. Am I dreaming?

"Daddy hurry! Help me!" The voice yelled, now in a panic. Spike ran around the eery woods as fast as he could but everything looked the same. As he continued to run he bumped into something and fell down into the cold snowy ground. When he got up there was a woman standing in front of him. A woman he had met before. Emily.

"What are we doing here, little bit?" He asked as he was lost and confused.

"Shhh…I'm waiting." She whispered.

Taking the hint, he lowered his voice too. "What are you waiting for?" Spike asked just as a creature came out of nowhere and tackled Emily to the ground. Spike tried to grab the bear-like creature but his hands went right through it. He watched painfully as his daughter was nearly ripped apart just inches away from him. Her screams were endless. With the only strength she had left, Emily reached for a fallen treebranch by her leg and drove it right through the creature's stomach. The creature shreiked and ran deep into the woods as Emily winced in pain. She had claw marks and blood on every exposed area of skin Spike could see.

"Daddy." She called out. Spike rushed to her side but could not hold her, could not touch her. He kneeled desperately over her as the white fluffy snow surrounding her was beginning to turn red. She was beaten badly and there was nothing he could do. Am I watching my daughter die? Nothing I can do? Some sick form of torture? – "I'm waiting." She repeated.

"What are you waiting for? I don't understand what you want me to do. I can't do anything—"

"I'm waiting for you." Emily whispered as she reached for Spike's face.

Spike awoke suddenly to Emily's screams. What just happened? Was it real? Was it a dream? He looked next to him quickly but realized Buffy was out patrolling. Without hesitation Spike swung the bedroom door open and ran to what used to be Willow and Tara's room before they moved out a few years back. He threw the door open and ran to his daughter's bedside, craddleing her in his arms.

"What's the matter little bit?" He asked sweetly as as swept the blonde hair from her wet blue eyes.

"Daddy, Daddy I had a bad dream. There were monsters and they were eating me." Emily cried into her father's chest as she gripped him tightly with her small arms. Spike rocked her and told her everything would be alright as this was nothing new for little Emily. He then began to sing to her the same song he had sang to her since she was born…

Early one morning just as the sun was rising,

I heard a young maid singing in the valley below-

Oh don't deceive me, Oh never leave me,

How could you use a poor maiden so…

As Spike sang he thought back to his mother singing it to him. He thought about how much he would have wanted her to meet Buffy and Emily. Oh how she would have loved them so. He then thought about this beautiful little girl falling fast asleep in his arms. His miricle, his child, his little bit. He thanks Buffy every day for giving him such a gift. After everything him and Buffy had been through together…nothing mattered anymore. They are a family forever through this little girl.Then he thought about the dream. He would tell Buffy about it in the morning. Was it the same dream that little Emily had? Was there a connection? And while thinking about everything and gazing down at Emily, Spike drifted to sleep as well.

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