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There is sex here oh my.......cover your eyes if you're not old enough.....
On the road to Vegas May 13th around 11pm

"Come on, Spike, you're going to make him lose his lunch." Buffy gently chastised, trying not to laugh as he swung the boy around in circles. "Aidan, your Daddy needs rest now. Both of you come and sit with me." Buffy held out her hands to the boy.

"Stop, Daddy." Aidan giggled. "Mommy wants us."

Spike let the boy down and watched as Aidan ran into Buffy's arms and she hugged him tightly against her body. The more Spike looked at her the more he realized there was something different about her. He walked closer and noticed her smiling at him unlike any smile she’d given him before.

"Come here, honey, we miss you." Buffy pouted.

It was when he was about to join them that he noticed two things. The sun was shining on her and Aidan's hair and he wasn't burnt to a crisp was the first thing. The second was the rounded pregnant belly of his slayer.

"Soon, Aidan, your sister will be here and you can hold her," Buffy told the boy before she kissed the top of the boy's hair.

"Yah, see Daddy, Mommy has a baby in her belly."

"Yes I do, sweetie, and your Daddy helped me make this baby in my belly," Buffy explained, with such pride in her voice and love in her eyes as she looked up at Spike.

Spike reached over and gently laid his hand on her expanded stomach and felt it twitch. He knew it was their child letting him know that he or she was there. Buffy was so sure it was a girl, and who was he to doubt her.

"How do you do that?" she asked.

"Do what?"

"Get her to kick every time you touch my big belly." Buffy playfully pouted, as she placed her hand over his as the baby kicked again.

"I love your big belly." Spike tilted his head to the side and smiled into her eyes. "We made that big belly together, and I'm very proud of it, thank you. And little one likes to tell its Da, hello."

"Hmmm, so you like my expanded tummy?"

"Oh, yeah, baby." Spike purred, as he leaned in kissed her lips softly at first and then gently nibbled on her lower lip until she opened her mouth letting him deepen the kiss. Their tongues dueled, each fighting for control of the kiss.

"Now is that any way to act in front of such an impressionable child?" The soft southern accent caused him to pull back in shock.

"Fred?"

"Well, yeah, who else would it be?" She laughed as she reached back and took the hand of a dark haired man, whose face currently was nuzzling her neck.

"Yes, Spike who else would it be?" Wesley asked, lifting his head up, smiling at Spike and his family. "This could be your future. Do not lose faith no matter what happens. You have made the right choices so far."

Spike suddenly woke up, looking around with tears that threatened to fall when he realized he was still on the couch in the RV and Aidan was still a wee baby instead of a few years older.

He looked down and noticed that the little one was still asleep and he wondered how close to Las Vegas they were. He didn't want to join the others right now, still feeling the affects of the dream. He couldn't help but wonder if it was a dream, or a glimpse of what his future could be if he continued to make the right choices.

"Well, only one way to find out," he thought, smiling at the dream that he and his slayer would one day have a family, and his boy would be a part of it. He felt the vehicle slow to a stop and moved to find out why they were stopping.

*******

Rome May 14th 8 a.m.

Buffy looked down at her bulging stomach and smiled. "You made me fat."

"No, luv, I made you pregnant." Spike chuckled, "And if I have any say in it you’ll stay barefoot and pregnant."

"Oh, really, Mister." Buffy giggled. "Not if you don't get sex anymore."

"Oh, Pet, don't make me prove again that you can never say no to my manly charms." Spike waggled his eyebrows and leered at her breasts. "God, they are magnificent, all nice and lush under that pretty little dress, just waiting for me to lick, nibble, suckle, and mark as mine."

Buffy's breath became short and her panties wet just from his words, and his sexy foreplay voice. "How long has Aidan been sleeping now?" she asked. Her voice was raspy with want.

"I have plenty of time to make you scream my name at least two times, kitten," Spike whispered as he started to crawl toward her on the blanket that was on the ground for their picnic. "Here kitty, kitty. Lookin' for some cream. Do you have some special cream for me, Pet?"

Buffy felt it hard to breathe as she watched her lover, husband, and soul-mate, crawl toward her licking his lips. "I love you, I want you."

"What do you want to do with me, baby?" Spike asked as he looked at her with love in his eyes.

"I want you to make love to me," she whispered as she lifted her hips and pulled the hem of her dress up over her hips. "I want you to never leave me again." Feeling more like a woman than ever as his hands gently removed her panties.

"I won't leave you baby, never again," Spike said with a satisfied look on his face as she offered herself to him without a pretentious fight, since they were still out in the open, and anyone could come along and see them being intimate.

"Yes, just like…that." Buffy moaned and panted as his mouth swooped down on her pussy like a starved man. "Oh God!, Baby, no one makes me feel like you, only you, baby, only you."

Nick stood at the end of Buffy's bed and watched her masturbate in her sleep. He felt himself harden as her fingers continued to rub her swollen nub, watching as the moisture leaked out of her vagina while mumbling to himself, "She is sin, fucking sin."

He started to pull off his clothes, planning on plunging in and being the one to make her scream in ecstasy. When he noticed her hips moving faster, whispering for whoever was in her dream to make love to her, he almost lost control of himself. He could tell she was close, and decided to watch and then make her cum again with him pounding her deep into the mattress.

"Yes, now, more." She panted. "Inside me, now…need you…"

Spike took his tongue out of her and licked her from pelvic bone to jugular. "Mine."

"Yours!" She screamed as he slammed his cock hard into bring her to the breaking point in an instant. "Spike!"

Hearing the name she called out in her sleeping fantasy made Nick's blood boil. He knew that she and the pain in the ass, William the Bloody, had sexual relations. However, his understanding was that it had meant nothing to her.

Nick felt the urge to hurt, if not kill, the bitch that was now digging herself deep into the covers with a huge smile on her face. He knew he had to leave, before his instinct to hurt her for dreaming about having sex with someone other than him overcame his better judgment. After taking a few minutes to make sure his clothes were back in place, he left before he did decide to follow his basic instinct.

*******

Brazil May 14th 3 a.m.

Willow found herself walking in a familiar meadow. The feeling of comfort and safety surrounded her. Without seeing the woman's face she knew who waited for her by the lake. But the closer she drew to the woman, the more something didn't feel right.

"Hello Willow." The now familiar voice greeted her.

"What are you doing here, Amy?" She asked.

"I come to bear greetings to you from the new order of power that is coming." The blonde witch said with a knowing smile. "They are very interested in you, my dear Wills. You will be their biggest asset."

"Who are you talking about?" Willow asked, hoping her once cohort in magical mayhem would enlighten her more.

"I can only tell you if you agree to join us." Amy said with a wink and an evil grin as she added, "You see, if I tell you before you give your vows to us I'd have to kill you."

"I'm no longer interested in performing dark magic, only counteracting it." Willow said with such conviction.

"Oh poor Willow, you've become so boring." Amy's voiced as she pouted childishly. "What if they could give you back what you lost?"

"There's a lot that I've lost." Willow countered,

"You know what I mean, stop being coy with me." Amy snapped, getting angry.
"I guess I need you to spell it out for me." Willow kept calm as she felt a familiar presence surrounding her.

"How about if you could have your truest love returned to you?" Amy asked.

"I think you're trying to lure me into doing something evil and bad. I know she wouldn't want me to do anything to bring her back. I learned my lesson with Buffy." Willow answered her voice confident and strong. "I like where I'm at now."

"Silly girl, you should know evil will triumph over good. This might be your last chance to come over to the winning side."

"I think I will take my chances here." Willow answered as she turned to walk away.

"You will regret it, mark my words."

"Consider them marked." Was all she had to say, hearing the familiar voice of her dead lover say, "I'm with you always, Willow."

Willow woke up knowing this wasn't just a dream. It had felt too real, like she was really there talking to Amy, feeling like Tara was with her as well. She looked over at her present girlfriend sleeping as if the world was okay. The witch knew what she had to do as she gently crawled out of the bed, noticing it was only three in the morning.

Quietly she made her way to the study, where the computer was, so she could make preparations to travel to England. She needed to speak to a few of her friends there who could help her with this dream and others she'd had lately. Then she'd take her case to Giles and make sure he was aware a new evil was coming.

Kennedy lay still as her lover left their bed. She'd been feeling Willow slowly pulling away from her the last couple of weeks. The closeness they once had was fading, and she didn't know what to do about it. She was sure it had something to do with Buffy, and her girlfriend missing the bitch.

Thoughts of Buffy, even now, still made her skin crawl. If anyone didn't deserve what she had, it was Miss Summers. Still to this day, she thought the blonde slayer's ways were too reckless. Too many girls died needlessly under her command back in Sunnydale. She truly believed Buffy had put too much trust in Spike, that she'd alienated everyone else, and didn't care that she had.

Even tonight she awakened from a dream of her own death, but didn't know how to talk to Willow about it. She was sure it was only a dream, but it felt real as the tall man with dark hair and blue eyes slit her throat. Maybe later she could tell her about it while she rolled on her side and tried to go back to sleep.

*******

Las Vegas May 13th 11:30 pm

Ernesto stood at the north end of the bar of the Lucky Star when his phone rang. Lifting the cell phone out of his pocket he recognized the number, feeling a wave of apprehension come over him.

"Excuse me, I must take this call," he said to the Bortal demon who was telling him about the Wolfram and Hart scandal.

He walked over toward his office as he hit the talk button. "My old friend, give me a moment to get away from the crowd."

Lorne answered, as he sighed in relief that his friend had taken his call. "Wonderful."

Ernesto moved quickly, opening his office door with a magic key, and then making sure no one was looking at him suspiciously before closing the door. His office for the most part was magically protected, as much as it could be. Unfortunately, nothing was a guarantee.

He took a deep breath before placing the phone to his ear and talking to his old friend. "Lorne, my friend, talk to me. I was very worried when I heard the news about Angel and his crew, I figured you for dead."

"I need safe haven for me and a few friends." Hoping he would not be refused.

"I don't know, with Angel going bad and the Partners having to come out and deal with this, it's rather not of the good for you to been seen right now," Ernesto informed him, "and it would not be healthy for me to be caught helping you."

Lorne was shocked at first to hear his friend say something about Angel going bad. "Seems you have been told the wrong details, my friend, you see Angel cakes never went bad."

Ernesto was quiet for a few seconds, as he absorbed this new information. "Well, neither here nor there. I will arrange safe haven, you just need to give me some time to work something out. Then we will take the time and you can tell me what really happened."

Lorne smiled, feeling as if someone had lifted a ton of bricks off his chest. "I knew I could trust you."

"Always old friend, for I owe you my life," Ernesto replied.

"I'm sorry to drag you in this little mess," Lorne apologized, "But I needed someone I trusted on this with my life."

"I would have been sorry and a bit angry if I had found you hadn't asked for my help." Ernesto replied, the tone of his voice telling his friend that he was not lying.

"I will wait for your call," Lorne said, "We're just a couple hours out."

"Good, stay out of sight, and give me time to work something out," Ernesto instructed. "Go to the place we first met, and call me when you get there."

"Okay, I'll call you when we arrive there. Just so you know I have a small human infant with us." Lorne felt it would be wise to inform his friend. "The only other one traveling in our band of five that would need special accommodations would be a vampire that is traveling with us as well."

"Angel?" Ernesto asked, praying he would not have such a hot commodity to hide.

"No, not Angel, he did not survive the battle," Lorne replied, his voice sad at the reminder of his friend's death as well as Angel's.

"You do have some explaining to do then it would seem," Ernesto said, letting his friend hear the sympathy in his voice. "I will make sure to add supplies to take care of your special companions. Now I think we have talked long enough and I have my work cut out for me. Keep you and yours safe, my friend, and I will do everything in my power to help you."

"Thank you," Lorne whispered right before he hung up the phone.

*******

A few hours out of Vegas May 13th 11:30 p.m.

Conner held back a laugh as he watched the green demon pace back and forth as he talked on the phone. Lorne had told them to stop at the next rest stop, so he could make a few calls.

"He is rather theatrical." Spike chuckled, "Wonder what he's yappin' about?"

"Oh, I would say he is trying to sell a song and dance that will give us the cover we need, I'd imagine," Conner replied, looking over at the blonde vampire with a goofy smile. "Yeah, but he is entertaining to watch in action."

"I never really got to know him that well." Spike smiled, "Not like I tried to get to know them right off, me bein' a pissed off ghost at first with an attitude."

"Gee, I missed that, what a shame," Conner replied, before turning his attention back to Lorne, noticing he'd finished his call.

The Pylean demon entered the RV, picturing in his head his new family of misfits as he smiled to himself. He looked up at Spike's understanding look and knew the vamp had overheard his part of the conversation. "I take it you heard what I was saying, sweet cheeks."

"Vamp hearing and all." Spike shrugged, "What can I say?"

"I guess it's a family trait along with the super strength." Conner decided to let Spike know what else he'd inherited from his parents.

"Looks like Kid, you got all the goodies, along with the bonus of walking in the sunlight and not feeding off dead animals." Spike said as he felt a bit jealous of the boy.

Spike then realized the prophecy of shanshu could've have been about Angel's after all, but by proxy of his son. He would've loved to have found out more about it from Percy, before he died doing his part. Wesley would be missed for many things, and the information that he carried inside of him like an encyclopedia was on of them.

"We just have to stay unnoticed until we get to the last rest stop before entering the city of lights." Lorne said, as he looked at the others with a reassuring smile. "There is where I will then call in for an update."

"How do you know we can trust him?" Illyria asked, wondering if this was a good plan to trust someone else for protection.

"Because he owes me his life for one, and the other, most important reason is he is my friend," Lorne replied, looking the warrior goddess in the eyes. "I trust him with my life and all of yours."

"That’s good enough for me," Conner said as he nodded his head. "I don't know about you, but I could use some sleep."

"Well I think they don't call this a rest stop for nothing," Spike offered, as he looked over at the sleeping baby.

"Then I say you should get some rest for a few hours," Lorne suggested, hoping Illyria and Ernesto didn't cause any problems by not getting along.

"Sleep, I will keep watch," the blue Goddess offered as she turned away from the group. She knew these lowly life forms should not matter, but for some reason she had come to care about them.

"No, Blue…I had my rest, now it's your turn." Spike replied, "Remember, me, creature of the night and all that rot. I can drive the rest of the way."

"If you insist." She answered in a voice of neutral tone.

"I do, now get some rest." Spike said as he looked at everyone, "Tomorrow you will be my eyes since I will be held hostage by the sun."

Everyone found a place to lay down, with Spike moving closer to him. Unbeknownst to him a certain blue demon watched as he tucked the blankets more closely around the infant. She turned her attention away from the vampire and the baby as she tried to make herself relax.

For some reason she was feeling more tired then usual, and couldn't help but wonder if it was from feeding the vampire her own blood. It felt strange finding she was becoming emotionally involved with those around her. That a baby would become important enough she felt a need to protect it. Now this feeling of tiredness coming over her so easily, all she could do was worry about all these changes coming about. A little voice whispered she was becoming human, and for the first time in her existence she felt a touch of fear.

*******

Rome May 14th 11:30 p.m.

Dawn sat quietly on the couch pretending to be engrossed in watching TV. The clock on the VCR saying it was eight am. She had been standing at Buffy's bedroom door, having just awakened, when she had heard her sister call out Spike's name so intimately.

She felt her hate for the vanquished vampire grow. The teenager could not help but think how even when he was no longer walking this earth, he was interfering in Buffy's life. Not for the first time she wished they'd never heard of a vampire named Spike.

Dawn turned and smiled before jumping up and running over and jumping into the Immortal's arms and hugging him for all her worth. "I'm glad you're back."

"Ahh, little one, it's good to be back." He smiled at the one of the Summers' he could still control without really trying very hard.

"Is Buffy awake?" Dawn asked, acting all innocent.

"No, I decided to let her sleep," Nick replied, trying hard to keep the anger out of his voice. "She must be very tired. She usually wakes right up when I come into her room."

Dawn fought to keep her smart-ass comments about her sister to herself. Thinking Buffy was being stupid for even thinking of Spike like that when Nick was so totally in love with her. "Yeah, I don't think she slept very well while you were gone and everything with Angel going evil and all."

"I understand. It is hard to believe that those who have fought at your side would become evil and betray you like that." Nick patted Dawn's shoulder before pulling away and taking her hand. "Come, let us sit and watch the dribble while we wait for her Highness to arise, shall we?"

"Okay, I have popcorn and there's plenty of the water you like in the fridge." Dawn smiled as she let him lead her to the couch. "Before you say anything I know it's early and we should have breakfast food."

"Sit, I will get the water, and who am I to tell a teenager what to eat for their first morning meal." Nick smiled softly, when in fact he wished he had joined the battle behind the hotel. That it had been his sword that had beheaded William the Bloody.

The Immortal walked into the kitchen as he pulled out his phone and dialed. "It's me. I just want to know if you've recovered the body we need?" he asked. "Good, I will meet with you soon, and then the games will begin." Nick chuckled evilly.

"Yes, when it is all done, these silly mortals will be where they belong once again." Nick again chuckled. "Yes, and she will be beneath me as I fuck her one last time before she dies. Don't worry. Angel and his band of misfits are taken care of." Nick snorted. "They were the only ones that we really needed to worry about. I still cannot believe this stupid little girl found a way to defeat The First. No, just let me know when it is done." Nick said before hanging up and grabbing his water so he could join the naïve young girl.

He will enjoy making the key his, for she would serve him well. Killing her sister, would be something he'd enjoy more then anything in such a long time. Grabbing water for both of them, he returned to spend a few minutes with the younger Summers'. He had to make sure he was gone by the time Buffy was awake, for he didn't trust his temper around her at the moment.

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