"Hopefully, this will do the trick," Dave told both Spencer and his daughter having already filled another syringe with his daughter's blood. Mocha had been banished from the master bedroom for the moment as he would only get in the way. Mocha didn't understand why he had been shut out and whined outside the bedroom door clearly unhappy.

"Let's hope so," Shawnda said.

"I believe it will work. You need to believe it to," Spencer told the two immortals. "I healed much faster than I would have if I wasn't at least partially like you are as that cut wouldn't have just disappeared within less than two minutes otherwise. It might just take several doses of Shawnda's blood for me to be fully like you are, but it will work."

"Alright than," Dave drew deep breath and let it out releasing a lot of his tension.

"I know you both are nervous for me and for yourselves, but I believe it will work. I don't want Shawnda to be unhappy, just because I die in a few decades. I never imagined that I'd fall in love as most women don't look twice at me. My father was always telling me I'd never marry, because I was too plain, too intelligent and too boring for anybody to be interested in me for anything permanent."

"Your father actually told you that?" Shawnda said outraged, her expression murderous.

"At least once a week until I went to college," Spencer said. "I never returned home after I left."

"I don't think any of us can blame you for that," Dave said outraged on his son-in-law's behalf. "I certainly never would have returned home if one of my parental figures basically told me I'd never marry."

"I haven't been back to my childhood home since I was around 16," Spencer said.

"How do you get your father to sign the permission form for you to go to college a couple of years early?" Shawna asked.

"I waited until he came home drunk," Spencer explained. "He's actually a lot easier to deal with when he's drunk. I had the paper and an ink pen all ready and told him he'd never have to see me again if he would sign this."

"So I'm assuming you had a scholarship but your father had to sign the consent form for his underage son to go to college before they would take you," Dave said.

"Exactly and technically, I could've gone when I was 13, as I was that far ahead of my classmates," Spencer said.

"You must've been really advanced then," Shawnda said impressed.

"Didn't you go to a special school? One for students who were more advanced?" Dave asked Spencer shook his head negatively.

"My father didn't want to pay the fees, even though he made plenty of money as a lawyer. He just didn't care I was bored out of my skull in regular high school. He didn't seem to care about me at all actually and often told me I was a waste of space and then I never should've been born," Spencer explained his face expressionless, his tone neutral.

"Well, you're one of us now Spencer," Dave told his son-in-law patting him on the shoulder sympathetically. "You never have to think about your father again. It's obvious that your father didn't value you like he should have and while I know it happens it's still sad when it does."

"That's easier said than done with my memory, but I admit I don't think about him often," Spencer said. "He would've considered it a waste to become a veterinarian for example, even though it's a well-paying job that helps animals. He had about as much empathy and love as a droid, which basically means he was emotionless. It's clear to me why we never had a pet when I was growing up, because my father just didn't give a damn. I didn't dare show any emotions around him. If I cried he called me weak and it didn't matter why I was crying."

"Your father is a monster," Shawnda told Spencer her expression thunderous. "He couldn't even love his own son and I bet you he didn't even mourn your mother's death."

"No he really didn't," Spencer admitted remembering those days well. "I saw no signs of grief. I know people grieve in their own way, but he really didn't seem to grieve at all. It's OK though. I put him out of my life and if he happened to show up I wouldn't spit on him if he was on fire. You are my life now. You are all that matters," Spencer told Shawnda sincerely.

"Let's do this," Shawnda said determined looking at her father who nodded looking resolute.

Spencer lay down on the bed in Shawnda's apartment and Dave did exactly what he done the other day and stuck the needle into the vein of his arm pushing down the plunger.

"We'll see if you're fully immortal tomorrow," Dave told Spencer. "Jazz and I will be expecting you and Shawnda to visit once you're up."

"We'll be there dad unless some crisis happens," Shawnda told her father.

"I'll tell your mother to expect you. I'm sure she'll want to be there when you arrive," Dave said.

Dave left the pair of them then and tried to have faith that this second dose would do the trick. He wasn't only worried about his daughter but about Spencer who'd had such a crappy life and he was sure he hadn't heard even a tenth of it. He knew his daughter would make sure that Spencer was happy from now on and he and Jazz would help with that, as would Aaron and Shonda. As for Spencer's father Dave's expression turned furious once he was out of his son-in-law's sight.

He was well aware crappy parents existed and ones much worse than Spencer's father, but it always made him sad when he learned that someone he knew hadn't had a good childhood. First, Spencer's mother had died, murdered by those two students along with his baby brother and then his one remaining parent had treated him like crap. Dave suspected that Spencer's father had never treated his son right, though it might not of been so bad while the mother had lived. His mother would've been a positive influence while the father would've been a negative one. Luckily, Spencer seemed to be more like his mother then his father and that was a good thing.

Dave wasn't entirely sure what they could do about Spencer's father at this late date but that didn't mean he wouldn't like to have a few choice words with the Senior Reid.

~~~Shwnda and Spencer~~~

Dave arrived home before 10 o'clock and told Jazz everything that Spencer had revealed.

"What a piece of crap," was Jazz's opinion.

"You know I agree with you," Dave said. "I'm sure he didn't even tell me and Shawnda a 10th of what his childhood was really like."

"I don't know what we can do about it though," Jazz said. "I could send him a poisoned dessert, but that might be traced back to me."

"I don't see how so long as you didn't send a card or use one of your signature boxes," Dave said, "but still, it's probably not a good idea."

"I know there are worst people out there then Spencer's father and I only feel it more because we know him," Jazz said. "Normally, I'm the peaceable sort but in this case..."

"I know," Dave agreed soothingly. "The only thing we can really do is treat him like a member of the family, which is easy to do because he's a nice guy and he is also Shawnda's mate, which matters a great deal. I'm not saying if we ever cross paths with the Senior Reid that I won't give him a piece of my mind, but I'm not going to go looking for him as that could lead to trouble."

"I suppose Spencer's father isn't any worse than a certain Jorge Mason. Still, I feel for the guy," Jazz said.

"No, I don't think he was any worse than Mason as I don't believe there was any physical abuse. It was just nasty comments and not being there for his son when he was likely bullied. It wouldn't surprise me if Spencer lived off things like cereal or tunafish from a can once his mother was gone, as I don't see his father thinking about his son and that he needed to be fed."

"And also bought new clothes and other necessaries," Jazz added. "We both know that children outgrow their clothes fairly quickly at that age."

"I wondered how he handled that," Dave mused.

"I wonder how he paid the bills," Jazz said. "You know electricity, heat and air conditioner that kind of thing."

"Don't ask him. It's a rather sore subject for him. If he tells you it's one thing," Dave said.

"I won't," Jazz promised.

"As for the bills I figure the father probably paid those, since he had to live in the same house," Dave said. "Spencer was underage after all and the mother was dead. He couldn't leave his son on his own legally as that would've gotten him in a great deal of trouble with the law. He might not have paid his son any attention like he should have, but that doesn't mean he abandoned him if only because he didn't want the cops to come to his door."

"That's probably how it happened," Jazz said. "Still, I wonder how he fed himself as his father basically ignored he existed. He probably ate out all the time as we both know Spencer can't cook as he admitted at much."

"I suspect that there was probably a grocery store close to where they lived and Spencer probably did the shopping as well as going to school and everything else. The father probably left him some money while grumbling about the cost I'm sure," Dave guessed very accurately. "He's that type and there's a lot of assholes in the world."

"What a lousy excuse for a parent," Jazz said looking furious.

"Yes, he is," Dave agreed, "and all we can do is treat Spencer with love and understanding as he's a grown man now. He managed to survive and thrive and has a good career. He could've turned out entirely differently considering his lack of upbringing."

"True," Jazz said. "I'll just have to spoil him with a lot of baked goods."

"I sure he'll appreciate it honey," Dave told his wife as he kissed her tenderly.

~~~Shawnda and Spencer~~~

Shawnda handed Spencer the same knife he had used the other day the next morning once they reached the kitchen.

Spencer hesitated for a second and Shawnda urged him to continue, as she was anxious to see if her blood had worked or not.

"Just go ahead and do it Spence," Shawnda said. "I'm anxious to see if it worked."

"So am I. Here it goes," Spencer said before complying. Spencer cut his finger without another word and watched as it healed rapidly.

Shawnda watched avidly as Spencer shallow cut healed in less than 10 seconds. Spencer stared at his finger for a second then did a deeper cut on the back of his hand as a second test. The deeper cut healed immediately and Shawnda watching the entire time cheered in relief.

"Well, I would say you're immortal now," Shawnda said as she gave Spencer a very passionate kiss. "There's no way you would've healed so rapidly if you weren't."

Just then there was a whine and Mocha came into the kitchen and immediately put his head on Spencer's lap. Mocha seemed to remember Spencer and how he had saved him after he been run over. Mocha loved Spencer and was always begging for Spencer to pet him and when he looked up at him with those big brown eyes Spencer absolutely melted. It was clear that Spencer loved animals but then why become a vet if you didn't?

"Hey boy, how are you doing," Spencer spoke, even as he petted the small dog. "You're such a good dog. You're a good boy. Are you giving Shawnda any trouble?"

"Of course not. He's a sweetheart," Shawnda said, even as she got a treat for Mocha and gave it to him. "How would you like him to be your daddy Mocha?" Shawnda added, even as she to petted him.

Mocha licked Spencer's hand, as if to say yes please.

"I would say he agrees with you becoming his daddy," Shawnda said with a laugh handing Spencer a treat to give to Mocha.

Spencer held out the treat to Mocha and he took it from the end of Spencer's fingers licking them at he grabbed it from his hand.

"I'll be happy to be his daddy until we have children of our own," Spencer said.

"Now that you're immortal I can get pregnant," Shawnda said. "We might want to wait until after the wedding though, unless you want people to figure out that I was pregnant before we were married. It won't bother me, but as for you it might hurt your reputation as a vet. Even if it doesn't people talk and make comments a lot of times to your face."

"Thanks for thinking of me," Spencer said, "and you're right about people. So if I understood you right I couldn't get you pregnant until I was immortal is that correct?"

"We're really in new territory here, Spencer," Shawnda said. "All I know is that was true for dad as that's the way Godfrey Ambrosius had to arrange it, as for me I don't know. On the other hand, we've been having sex for the last few weeks and I'm not pregnant yet so probably what was true for my dad is true for me to."

"I suppose it doesn't really matter I was just curious," Spencer said.

"Your curiosity is natural, but now we had better go see my parents tell them it worked as their just anxious as I was," Shawnda said.

"What about your aunt and uncle," Spencer asked.

"Them to," Shawnda agreed. "They've been staying out of it, but my father has been keeping them informed. Mom will probably want to do a celebratory dinner now that you're finally immortal so be prepared."

"It's not like I mind. Your mother is it terrific cook and so is your father," Spencer complimented Shawnda. "I'm used to eating a lot of fast food. Your mother's cooking is definitely better. You know what my diet is like as you've certainly been with me enough times when we were getting us something to eat."

"True," Shawnda agreed "My mother will certainly fatten you up."

"I won't mind that at all," Spencer told Shawnda with a small smile. "Your family is probably unique."

"Let's get going," Shawnda said and Spencer nodded.

The two of them kissed again and petted Mocha for a few minutes before they headed out the door leaving a very sad dog behind.

~~~Shawnda and Spencer~~~