A/N Couple of things.

1. Spike has a soul. If I do continue details of how he got it and why will be revealed.

2. I know Spike doesn't show up until School Hard. But for reasons, this story starts 1 week before school starts. Before 2x01.

Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer and affiliated works.

Welcome to Sunnydale (Home Sweet Home)

Oops, Aisling thought when she drove over the 'Welcome to Sunnydale' sign. Beside her her bleach blond adoptive father chuckled softly. Instead of staying to survey the damage done to the sign, she made a turn and drove down until she found the street she needed.

To be honest, the absolute last place she wanted to be was in another town that had a Hellmouth, (Cleveland had been a mess and a half) but this Hellmouth also had The Slayer, and if she had to choose between a Hellmouth with the slayer and one without- well it wasn't exactly a hard decision. Though if it hadn't been for the fact that a Hellmouth could supposedly help her father heal, she wouldn't have even entertained the notion.

She stopped at the building she had been searching for, an apartment building a few blocks away from the school. For a moment she stayed still her hands clasping the steering wheel.

Then a pale cool hand reached out and held hers.

She turned to face the man, bleached blonde hair and blue eyes and covered neck to feet in black. She took a deep breath at his concern. "We're here." She said, he voice held a light irish accent, undoing her seatbelt.

Her father shook his head. "Wait here." He said.

She wanted to argue and leave with him but he levelled her with a stare that had her backing down. When he was sure that she was going to do as he said he undid his seatbelt, opened the car door and left leaving him behind.

She locked the door behind him and waited. The moment her father had left she let out a breath she hadn't realized that she had been holding since they left Prague.

She should never have suggested going to Prague. France would have been better, or Rome, or Ireland (where she had chosen to go every other year), literally any other place but Prague.

Every summer they travelled for summer vacation. Every year they switched on who got to decide where they vacationed. Her dad had been reminiscing about Prague and Aisling had figured that it would be nice to see, so that's what she had suggested.

Aisling shook her head Idiot.

She leaned her head against the steering wheel. She would have given anything to take back that summer, to suggest any other place.

Someone knocked on the door and she turned to see Spike waving at her to come out. She took another deep breath and unlocked the door and stepped out of the cool September air. Together they walked to the back of the car and opened the truck.

Aisling reached out and pulled out two suitcases while Spike pulled out another. Aisling sighed as she watched him struggle.

"I can make multiple trips, it's fine."

Her dad stared at her before ruffling her hair and kissing her forehead and instead reached into the backseat and pulled out a backpack. Aisling rolled her eyes, the backpack contained most of his food.

"Want you to eat when we get inside," Aisling said. "You haven't eaten since yesterday."

He rolled his eyes. "I'm fine, Bit"

"So you say," Aisling said then she switched tactics. "Still… I don't want that to expire, so please. Eat."

Dad sighed. "Point."

Aisling smiled at the win, then it slipped when she looked at the suitcase her father had been unable to lift before she turned and walked with her Dad toward the landlord.

The landlord was not human, though the exact species of the demon was completely lost on her. He smiled down at her and she smiled back, but she could tell that both her father and the landlord could tell that she was forcing it.

"She's tired." Dad covered. "Bit's been up since dawn."

The landlord wisely did not mention that Aisling was carrying more than her father was. He walked them over to the main entrance and walked them through the passcode needed to enter. Then with a glance at the young human girl he explained that if they were bringing human company, there was a second code they had to enter, that worked as a kind of warning system so the demons living there could hide out of sight.

"Course, the girl here doesn't count, since she's living here. I take it she's used to demons?"

"She is," Aisling said tired of the landlord talking to her father like she wasn't capable of understanding speech. "Living with a vampire will do that."

"Have to say, I've seen a fair number of humans and demons living here together, but a human and a vampire living together is new."

Dad wrapped an arm around Aisling. "She's my daughter, found her when she was just a wee young thing."

"I was 7." Aisling cut in. "He found me when I was 7."

"And how old are you now?" Landlord asked finally turning his attention to her.

"Turned sixteen this June."

Landlord whistled. "Almost a lady."

She wanted to gag at the almost patronizing tone the Landlord adopted. Her father must have sensed her ire because he quickly changed the subject.

"Will the other tenants mind?" Her father asked referring to Aisling bringing friends over.

The Landlord shook his head. "Nah, a good number of demons have kids that are human or human passing, and they like bringing human friends over. We just ask that you and your... daughter give us a heads up."

Aisling nodded, though she had no interest in bringing friends over. "Thank you." She said anyway.

The Landlord walked the two of them to the elevator, pressed the button and it led them up to the fifth floor.

"Have to say, Spike, when vampires do rent an apartment here, they tend to take the basement; fewer chances of sun exposure. Yet you specifically asked for an apartment with east-facing windows." The Landlord said as he led them through the building.

Aisling's father, Spike, shrugged. "Aisling likes watching the sunrise."

"I also like not having my dad burst into flames," Aisling said.

Her dad rolled his eyes. "I'll be fine."

"Uh-huh," Aisling said rolling her eyes. "You always say that."

Dad smiled. "And It's always true."

Not always. Not that Aisling was going to out her father's injuries to a stranger.

"Here's your room." The Landlord said as he unlocked the door. "Rents due at the beginning of every month, though if you need more time we can work something out."

"Thank you," Spike said, Aisling nodded along.

The Landlord handed Spike the key before leaving. He closed the door with a soft click.

Fortunately, the apartment already had furniture. So they didn't have to worry about sleeping on the floor, especially considering they had sold their last house and everything in it to afford to come there.

Aisling placed her bags on the floor and turned to stare at her father, who looked ready to keel over.

Aisling hurried forward and steadied him before leading him to the couch and gently pushed him onto it; then she removed his coat before she did so. Gently she took the backpack from him pulled out a thermos, opened it and handed it to him.

The smell of blood nearly undid him- even if it was two days old and nearly expired-, Aisling could tell he was holding himself together just enough that he wouldn't vamp out as he guzzled down the thermos of blood.

Once he was done he put the thermos down, his mouth now blood red. He licked his lips and stared down at her.

"You don't have to hide when you feed," Aisling said. "I've seen you vamp out before, I'm not scared."

"It's not you Bit," Spike said. "You know I have less control when I vamp out."

She did, she also knew that Spike had the best control out of any vampire she knew. "Are you still hungry?"

Spike hesitated and Aisling pulled out another thermos and handed it to him. "Drink, I'm gonna go get the rest of the stuff."

"Ash-"

"It'll be fine," Aisling said with a smile as she rummaged through the pockets of Spike's leather duster to find the keys. "Have a little faith in me, will ya?" she said clasping the keys in her hand and hurrying out of the room before Spike could argue.

For as much as Aisling tried to hide, Spike always knew when she was scared, or worried, or in pain. Her heartbeat tended to always give her away, and if not her heartbeat then he tended to be able to smell the fear, or pain that would radiate off her in waves.

The last time Aisling had been near a Hellmouth had been when she was 12, they'd stayed there for six months before they'd packed up and left.

At least this one had The Slayer which would mean that there was some level of protection. It was the only reason he'd agreed to come to Sunnydale in the first place, and even then he'd raised concerns, but Aisling had been adamant, arguing that Spike's job depended on him being in top physical health.

When Spike had still declined arguing that they would find another way to make money, that it wasn't the first time that they had landed on hard time. Aisling had brought up Her. Arguing that now that he was weak, she would likely know and would be heading straight for them. At least if they left for Sunnydale, they had the added protection of the Slayer, and with any luck it would detour Her, from making her way over.

He hated it. Hated that even after 8 years She was still a threat.

Spike was not the type to run. Every time She had come he'd been able to get her out of town, but now that he was weakened he had been forced to leave Los Vegas and come to the HellMouth in the hopes that the Slayer was somewhat competent (Though the fact that she'd survived the Master and Lothos suggested that she was), and able to deal with a vampire's whose mental abilities was on par with Lothos.

It helped to know that he had personally seen to Aisling's training, that he had taught her every conceivable way to kill vampires and demons. Trained her in techniques that would hopefully protect her from mental attacks. Training that saved her life multiple times, that saved his own life in Prague.

It also helped that the Master was dead, and the leader of the Order of Aurelius was some child fledge that had only been a vampire for a few months.

It helped that they were living close to the active Slayer. For however long that Slayer had left she would at least make sure that as many vampires and demons as possible died and stayed dead.

Still living so close to a Hell Mouth, while making him stronger, was very dangerous to the young human girl living with him, and he didn't know if the Hellmouth would ever truly revive him to full strength.

He heard the sound of someone turning the doorknob and turned his head just as Aisling walked through carrying two more suitcases.

"Before you head back out." Spike started stalling her. "Choose a room?"

Aisling paused and stepped forward and headed to the first door that was right beside the living room. She opened the door and looked inside it. It was small but not cramped there was still a bed from the previous owners, though it was completely stripped of sheets. A small dresser and a closet off to the right.

The east wall had a large window that gave her a perfect view of the town Skyline and would allow her to see the sun as it rose.

Despite its very deadly effect on her father, she always found the sight of the dawn to be beautiful. With a sigh, she turned and walked down the mini hallway and opened the second door and entered what was so obviously the master bedroom. Around twice the size of the other room with a walk-in closet, that Aisling was tempted to suggest to Spike that he convert it into his bedroom, so he didn't risk waking up every morning burning to death. Oddly enough the window here was a lot smaller and had blinds already up.

"I'll take the other one," Aisling said.

"Are you sure?" Spike asked.

Aisling smiled. "I don't need a lot of room." She said.

"Neither do I Ash."

Aisling shrugged. "The other room has bigger windows," Ash said. "You're less likely to fry here. Also, the walk-in closet could be better for you… if you want to convert it into a smaller bedroom so your even less likely to fry during the day."

"Ha, bloody ha," Spike said dryly.

Ash rolled her eyes. "There are a few extra bags in the car, I'm going to go get them." She said turning to walk away.

"Aisling." Aisling paused and turned around.

Spike hugged her. "I love you alright? Please don't ever forget that."

Aisling smiled a little to herself. "Never have."

Aisling sat down on the floor after she had brought in the last of the luggage. Her arms hurting Spike poked his head out of the room that Aisling had claimed as her own and knelt by her side. "Time for bed little one." He said a hand on her shoulder. "You can finish unpacking tomorrow."

Aisling stared at him for a long moment. "Can I just sleep here?" She asked. " 'm too tired to move."

"Aisling."

"Worth a shot." Aisling yawned before she stood. "Don't forget to put the curtains up before daybreak, I so do not want to wake up with a pile of ash as my father."

Spike rolled his eyes. "I won't."

"Good," Aisling said before she stood up and walked to her room. "Night, Dad." She said before she closed the door.

Once she closed the door she sighed and rummaged through her suitcase to find a white lacy short-sleeved nightgown. Slowly she peeled off her day clothes and slipped her nightgown over her head.

She sat on the bed, that Spike had made up for her, for a moment just taking in her new room and sighed. "Home Sweet Home." She said softly before she lay down and pulled the covers up to her chin.

Within moments she was asleep.

Outside the door, Spike looked around his apartment and sighed. "Home sweet home" He echoed.

A/N if you want more please review. Knowing that people like it gives me one more reason to update.