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Buffy was in complete shock. She was pregnant. She had had sex one time, that’s all it took; just one time. She knew in her subconscious that yes; this was a possibility, but never had she thought it would it actually happen. Her whole world was suddenly turning over on itself. She was only 17 years old. She wasn’t ready to be a mother; she hadn’t even finished High school yet, but the harsh reality of it was that ready or not; she was going to be a mother and Spike was going to be a father and he didn’t even know it.

Buffy sat as silent tears fell down her cheeks. She looked over at her mother to see what kind of reaction she was having to this new revelation. What saw scared her; Joyce’s face was completely void of all color and her pupils where dilated. Buffy knew this couldn’t be a good sign

Joyce didn’t say a word. She stood with glazed eyes and mumbled. “I think I need some air.” Joyce stood on shaky legs and took one step towards the door and collapsed to the floor.


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Spike sat in the back of the library just thinking. He was determined to find a way to see Buffy. He felt like he would go mad if he didn’t see her soon. Spike had respected Joyce’s wishes so far, but it had been well over a month since he had last seen her. The few times he had tried to call her Joyce had simply hung up on him, so he decided to back off completely in hopes that with some time Joyce would come around and let him at least talk to her. Spike was interrupted of his thoughts when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

Spike looked up to see a very concerned Willow staring back at him.

“Hey Spike, how’s it goin’?”She said softly. Willow had never seen Spike so distant before. He was always smiling and playful, but for the last month and a half he hadn’t said or done much of anything. He was therein body, but his mind was definitely off some where else. Spike went into very little detail as to what happened with Buffy due to the fact that it just hurt way too much. Willow knew the basics. Joyce had found Buffy and Spike in bed together and completely wigged out.

Spike gave her a flat look. “Hey Red.” He wasn’t really in the mood for company. Willow ignored the fact that he was trying to brush her off and pulled out the chair across from him. Willow put on her resolve face that no one could refuse and started the conversation.

“Spike listen,” Willow was tired of seeing him so depressed. “When are you going to stop being all Mr. Mopey pants? You have been in a mood ever since, you know… ‘That day’. I hate seeing you like this, it’s not healthy. I wish you would talk to me or at least Xander about what’s going on.” Willow only hoped that maybe her words would break down the wall that seemed too built up around him.

Spike sighed and reached for her hand. “Wills, I know you’re only trying to help, but I really just want to be left alone right now. You know you and Xander are my mates; and under any other circumstances I would come to you two in a heart beat. It’s just that right now it hurts too much to talk about.” His voice was tight with emotion and he was having trouble holding off tears.

Willow softened her face. “Spike I can only imagine how broke up you must be inside, but you have got to stop doing this to yourself. It’s not your fault. Do you think Buffy would want you to be this way?” Willow regretted brining up Buffy the moment she saw the pain flash over Spikes face.

Spike felt his temper flare. “Well Red the fact of the matter is; I haven’t a bleeding idea of what Buffy would want ‘cause I have been refused to see or speak to her! So don’t give me that bullshit about what Buffy would want.” Spike spit out at her. He felt bad for taking out his anger on his friend, but he couldn’t keep it in anymore.

There where shh’s coming from all over the library and people where starting to peek around the book cases to see what all the commotion was.

Willow blushed lightly at all the attention they where drawing. “Spike keep your voice down or your going to get us kicked out of the library.” Willow whispered. She was hurt that Spike had yelled at her that way, but understood that he wasn’t really mad at her per say, but mad with the whole world.

Spike took a deep breath and buried his face in his hands. He saw the hurt look he caused Willow and instantly felt bad. Spike gathered his things and stood. “Willow, I need to go, I’ll see you around.” He turned on his heels and stormed off before she had a chance to argue. As Spike pushed his way through the library doors, he ran into Xander. “Hey man! Where’s the fire?” Xander said as he bumped into a near by locker. Spike just reached out a hand to steady Xander; gave him an apologetic look and walked off.

Xander spotted Willow in the back of the library exactly where spike left her. “Hey babe, how’s it shaken’?” Xander leaned in and gave her a firm kiss on the lips. He noticed Willow looked like she wanted to cry instantly knew something was wrong.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Xander said softly as he caressed her cheek with his hand. “You look like someone just hit your dog; does this have anything to do with Spike blowing out of here and sending me into the lockers?”

Willow looked at him with concern etched in her features. “Xander I don’t know what else to do for him. I tried talking to him, but he keeps shutting me out; I even suggested he talk to you about what’s going on, but he just said he wanted to be left alone.”

Xander gave Willow’s had an affectionate squeeze. “Babe, I know you want to help and all, but maybe he just needs a little space.” Willow snuggled into Xander’s shoulder. “That sounds a lot like what he said.” Her words where muffled by Xander’s shirt.

Xander nuzzled Willows neck; then pulled back to look her in the eyes. “I know how I would feel if your parents tried kept me from you. ‘Psycho Xander’ is not so much with the attractive.” Willow couldn’t help but laugh; Xander could always make a bad situation a little more bearable.

With a pout Willow said. “I even gave him my resolve face.”

Xander gave her a look of mock horror. “That can’t be! No one can resist the famous Willow Rosenberg’s resolve face.”

With a slight shrug of her shoulders she replied. ”I guess I must be losing my touch.”

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Spike couldn’t stay at school any longer, so he decided to ditch for the rest of the day. A nice drive would do him some good to help clear his head. Here lately all his thoughts went straight to Buffy.’ What was she doing? Was she thinking of him as much as he thought of her? Did she even miss him or did she just not care at all?

As Spike made his way down the hall to get to the student parking lot Principal Snyder caught sight of him.

“Excuse me Mr. Giles, but isn’t there some place you should be right now?” Snyder’s words slithered past his lips. Spike stopped in his tracks and groaned. He didn’t need a confrontation with the pathetic excuse for a man. Spike turned slowly and leered at Snyder.

“Well Snyder, what can I say; you caught me red handed. Question is what are you going to do about it?” Spike puffed his chest and stared the little man down. Spike knew this was going to cost him dearly, but at the moment he really didn’t care.

Snyder approached Spike and stopped just inches away from him. “Well Mr. Giles you’ve just earned yourself detention for the rest of the week and next. I suggest you find this place you’re supposed to be and stay there if you know what’s best for you.” Snyder grinned evilly enjoying the power he felt he held.

Spike closed the space between them and lowered his head till they where eye level. “Tell you what; I’m going to get in my car and leave this hellhole you call a school, and you can go to hell. How’s that sound? Spikes voice was cold as ice. He backed away with a final smirk; turned on his heel and walked away without another word.

Snyder’s face turned red with anger and he was shaking with rage. He couldn’t believe that this punk kid had the audacity to speak to him with such disrespect. “That’s it, you’re out of here!” Snyder yelled as Spike sauntered down the hallway. Spike laughed a sadistically throwing two fingers in the air in a ‘V’ shape showing Snyder how he really felt.

Snyder still filled with rage turned and walked to his office to make the phone call to Spikes’ father. He was going to enjoy making this call. With an evil smile; he sauntered down the hall planning on what he was going to say to Rupert Giles.

Spike got in his car turned the radio on full blast and skidded out of the parking lot leaving nothing but his dust in the air. He wasn’t sure where he was going or what he was going to do for the rest of the afternoon; but he knew for damn sure he wasn’t staying here.


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Joyce finally came to after a few minutes. When she opened her eyes she saw several faces looking down at her. “What happened?” Her voice was almost a whisper. Joyce sat up from her lying position on the floor and winced as she reached back and rubbed the small knot that was beginning to form on the back of her head.

Dr. Olsen was squatting next to her. She looked at him with confusion for a moment and then anger as reality came crashing back to her. She now remembered what made her faint. Buffy was pregnant 5 1/2 weeks with Spike’s baby. She felt as if she might be sick.

Dr. Olsen helped her off the floor and settled her back in her chair. “Joyce, you had us worried there for a minute. I can only imagine what a shock this is to you. Would you like something to drink?” Joyce shook her head ‘No’ and shifted in her seat trying to get her bearings.

Dr. Olsen sat on the edge of his desk waiting for Joyce to say something; when she just with a blank look on her face he turned to Buffy and continued. “I have set up an appointment for you to come in to see me in 2 weeks so we can do an ultrasound and make sure everything is as it should be and I can give you a better idea of where you are in your pregnancy.” He turned from Buffy to look at Joyce. “You will need to get this prescription for prenatal vitamins filled at your local pharmacy. Be sure she takes one a day. They make her feel slightly nauseas so I recommend she take them after a good meal or right before bed time.” He handed her the prescription and looked back and forth between the catatonic Joyce and a very distraught Buffy. He knew the news was going to be some what of a shock, so he also wrote out a prescription for Joyce to get something to help with her nerves.

With a sigh he asked if either one of them had any finally questions. When neither of them said anything he stood up and ushered them to the door. “If you find you have any questions later on, please don’t hesitate to call; you can reach me either here or at my home.”

Joyce looked over at Dr. Olsen with glazed eyes and simply nodded; Buffy nodded in agreement as well and made her way towards the waiting room. Joyce was half way down the hall when she turned back to look at Dr. Olsen. “I’m sorry of I acted like a mad woman in your office; it’s just that this is all so surreal right now.” She let out a heavy sigh.” You weren’t kidding when you said what a shock it was to hear of my daughters…. condition. I don’t think any parent is prepared for that kind of news, especially twice in one life time.” Dr. Olsen knew she was referring to Faith. He smiled knowingly and walked over and gave her a reassuring hug.

“Joyce you’re a good Mother to your girls. You can’t blame yourself for what’s happened; these things just have a way of well, happening.”
Joyce fought back her tears and nodded. Giving him her best ‘I hope I can do this again’ look she said. “Thank you for all you’ve done today in taking care of Buffy. It may not seem like it right now, but I do really appreciate it.” With that being said Joyce turned and walked out door and into the waiting room where her daughter was waiting for her.

Buffy stood by the door waiting for her mother to exit the hall. She was wondering what was taking so long. Her mind was still foggy from the news she had just received. She couldn’t believe what was happening. What would Spike have to say if and when she ever had the chance to tell him? That was a conversation she really wasn’t looking forward to.

When she woke up this morning her biggest problem was what to wear that day; now she had to think of how she was going to raise a child; hers and Spikes child. Her mind drifted to thoughts of a little boy or little girl with Spikes beautiful blue eyes and chiseled cheek bones and a mop of curly blond hair. She couldn’t help but smile softly till Buffy was pulled back to earth by the sound of her mother saying a short goodbye to Anya as she walked past the receptionist desk.

Buffy looked at her mom and tried to read the look on her face. She saw hurt and anger clearly plastered on Joyce’s face. Joyce glanced at her daughter with a stone face and walked right past her and out the door. Buffy sighed and followed after her. When Buffy went to walk out the door she ran smack into her mother’s backside. She had to steady herself against the door frame to keep from falling over.


Slightly annoyed she glared at her Mom and asked “Why did you stop walking, did you…?” Buffy stopped mid sentence as her line of vision followed to where her mother was staring. There in the parking lot was a very familiar black Desoto parked right next to Joyce’s car with an even more familiar platinum blond leaning against it.



TBC





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