(Quick note. I'd like to thank you for favorites or alerting my fic. It means allot to me, and for those who have reviewed well they have brownie points. Any way someone commented asking if this would turn into a Spangel story and I told him/her No. This is staying a FatherxSon fic, because I cannot write slash. I fail miserable and I didn't want to ruin a cute fluffy fic. Also I stayed up all night to update so I better get some reviews...or I'll feed you to the Meta and one finally note take that writers block I have energized victories and better than ever...I hope you all agree.)

"Your dreaming self seeks to tell you something your waking ears will not hear"

Jacqueline Carey, Kushiel's Chosen

It was a nightmare. Spike was sure of that, the dark corridors the scary faces and the menacing voice assured him that it was a nightmare. It assured him that when he woke up screaming and crying Angel would be there for him, holding him tight, soothing him, assuring him that it was a nightmare and nothing more...but it was still utterly terrifying to see Angel's body died and bleeding in his mind.

It still hurt, to see Angel but he wasn't Angel he was meaner and then they're were to two ladies. One was just downright evil and terrifying, every time Spike saw that woman he just wanted to cry and scream for Angel...and then there was the other one...she reminded him of the female voice...Spike instantly thought that she was pretty as well as insane and scary but the woman didn't like it when Spike woke up. She never liked it so when Spike came back the nightmares processed the woman would hurt him and Spike would wake up with burses or scares.

Angel noticed the scares and burses, one night he had to ruses Spike to the med lab, to stick up a large cut on Spike's cheek. When the nurse asked what happened Angel told her, he woke up to Spike screaming and saw the cut, and Spike refused to elaborate on what happen.

And as of the voices...they were constant with Spike at least the male was mocking and taunting Spike, and laughing when the little boy would cry. Even in Angel's presence the man was always there, in the corner of Spike's eye he will see a shifting shadow and initially think it was the nameless and faceless man that has been taunting him for three months. It was during Spike's nightmare that everything went wrong.

It was a late night-er day? Anyway, Angel was meant to be in his suit with Spike who was already asleep and probably having another nightmare. The stress of taking care of Spike and the stress of his job Angel was five seconds away from tearing Gunn's head off with all the papers he had to sign...but Angel remained himself that without Gunn his job would be a hell of a lot harder.

"And sign here." Gunn stated, pulling Angel from this thoughts of killing the man. "We're done. How are you doing?"

"Me? Spike's contently having night terrors and you're wondering how I am?" Angel asked, a little pissed.

"We're all worried about Spike, Angel but working yourself into an early grave is not good for you Spike or any of us."

"What do you subjects I do?" Angel asked, not liking where this was going.

"Take a couple days off, form work and Spike. Get drunk, follow some leads hell kill a demon, you just need a break."

"But Spike-"

"Spike will be fine, Fred, Wes and I can take turns keeping eyes on him. Besides a break from each other will be good for you guys."

"Tell Spike that." Angel stated, he was about to head up to his suit when his phone started to ring, groaning he answered. "Angel."

Gunn stopped gathering the papers and looked up, to see Angel's pissed off face. Angel wrenched a pen out of Gunn's hand and became writing on the close piece of paper. 'Trace call. Drusillia.'

Gunn gave a quick nod, leaving the room to get a trace on the call, he came back a few minutes later, gave him a thumbs up.

"Listen to me Dru. You go anywhere near my William and I will dust you. That is a promise." Angel then hung up...by throwing the phone at the wall.

"NO!" Spike cried, when Angel told him he was leaving.

Angel mentally cursed Gunn, but the man was right Dru needed to be taken care of now, before she got anywhere near his childes.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry I don't mean to have nightmares all the time! I'm sorry don't leave me!" Spike continued sobbing as he latched onto Angel's leg.

"Enough." Angel stated firmly, unlatching Spike from his leg, so Angel could get eye level with the boy. "I'm not leaving you Spike, I'm not leaving you alone again okay?"

Spike rapidly nodded his head, his crying stop but tears still feel from his eyes. "Okay."

"Good, now. I don't blame you for the nightmares Spike, those things can't be help. And second me leaving has nothing to do with you okay. I don't want to leave but I have to and I will come back Spike."

"Promise?" Spike asked childishly holding his pinky up.

"I Promise." Angel smiled as he twisted his larger pinky around Spike's smaller.

Angel stood up quickly with Spike in his arms and after a couple tosses the boy was smiling and laughing. "Now, I have to leave in the morning, and Aunty Fred is going to watch you and if you're good for her, I'll get you something special how does that sound?"

"Yay!" Spike clapped his hands, and then hugged Angel's neck.

"So we have thirty minutes to kill before bedtime, what do you want to do?"

"Bed time story?"

"Sure. But I want your teeth brush and you in my room in five minutes. Ready? Go!"

As soon as Spike heard go, the small boy ran carefully to the bathroom, his teeth were brush and was in Angel's room. The boy was then quickly changed into a pair of Star Wars Pajamas and contently holding Coop.

"Okay what book do you want Spike?" Angel asked, sitting in front of a small pile of books with Spike.

Scanning the titles of the books Spike quickly picked one, and showed it to Angel, who should have known that Spike was going to pick this one.

"Jack and the Beanstalk," Angel read, 'Let's get this over with' He thought.

Now don't get Angel wrong, he loved reading for Spike, he loved how the child would squeal and giggled when Angel read with different voices for the characters. He also loved when Spike would ask to read a page, but would stop silently agreeing that it would go fast is Angel read. And by the time the book was not even haft way done, Spike would be asleep curled up to Angel's chest.

Closing the book and setting it on the bed side table, Angel looked down at Spike the small boy was sound asleep curled up to Angel's chest with Coop crushed in the small fingers.

"Good night William." Angel whispered, before turning off the light.

When Spike woke up he wasn't surprised, to see Angel was gone. He was in fact surprised to see Her sitting in a chair in the corner of the room. Spike opened his mouth to scream, but the woman ran at super speed, her hand quickly covered Spike's mouth and pulled the child to her lap.

"I finally found you my doll. Daddy was mean; he tried to hide you from me. He won't get between us again, I promise."

With her hand still clamped over his mouth Spike couldn't replay...even without the hand he didn't think he could. Angel was gone, Angel had left him, he was all alone, alone with this woman that terrified him...but was worse was somewhere deep in his adult mind he felt comfortable with her more then with Angel and right off the back, little Spike decided he didn't like this woman. Unfortunately he didn't have much of a chose to willingly because Dru knocked him out quickly.