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a new chaper for you guys...spike's in it!!! yay!
Chapter 3: A New Day…A New Life


Three Days. Three Nights. And Deanna still wasn’t found. Angel and Buffy’s friends had all start to notice her start to retreat into herself more and more each day. She wouldn’t speak to anyone, barely ate anything…and actually leaving the bed was almost impossible to do. Angel considered taking her to a doctor to talk about what happened, but he didn’t think his wife would even notice she was being talked to. So he did the only thing he could do…comforted her as much as he could, be there when she needed to cry and stay strong.

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Buffy woke up with arms wrapped comfortingly around her. She was glad that the nightmares stopped for the night. She held the hands that held her, and looked down at them with a frown. Not Angel’s hands. she thought to herself.

She jerked herself out of the strong arms, and before she knew it she fell to the ground beside the bed. She heard a deep chuckle. The man that wasn’t her husband popped his head over the edge of the bed to look at her with a raised brow and a smirk. “You okay there, pet? You have one of those weird dreams again?”

She looked at him in shock. “Spike? What the hell…Oh my God I’m losing my mind.” She said to herself as she held her head in her hands. She glanced around the room. It was her room…but everything about it was different; different bed sheets, different furniture, different paintings on the walls…and a different man in her bed. A man she hadn’t seen in a very long time. “This isn’t right…I shouldn’t be here.”

“You’re right…you should be in bed with me. Pet, are you okay you’re acting really strange.” Spike quested with a furrowed brow holding his hand out to her.

She was about to answer when she saw that beautiful flash of honey hair.

“Mommy…what are you doing on the floor?” the little girl asked with a giggle. That precious giggle.

“Mommy’s feelin’ a little goofy today, sweets. Why don’t you go to your room and grab that picture you did for mum this morning, yeah?” He watched with a smile as she ran back to her room, her hair flowing behind her. “My God…she reminds me so much of you.”

That’s when Buffy’s anger set in. She stood up and poked a finger into his chest hard. “What the hell are you doing with my daughter?! You were the one that took her didn’t you? You took my baby from Angel and me cause-” she was pushing and punching at his chest with tears streaming down her cheeks. The look of shock and horror on his face went unnoticed. She was cut off from the little girl that had made her way back into the room.

“Mommy…why are you hitting daddy?” Deanna’s bottom lip trembled, much like her mother’s did.

Buffy glanced at her daughter. “Daddy?” she looked back to Spike who had more of a look of concern on his face than the shock before.

“Luv, you’re starting to scare me now. Is there something wrong?” Spike reached towards her, and she flinched away. Buffy placed the palm of her hand to her forehead as new memories flashed threw her mind.


Buffy sat on a very familiar bench. The bench that both her and spike sat on when he told her he was leaving to go to England.

“I’m going back to England, pet. My dad wants me to go to school there…where he went and where my grandfather went.” He could see the devastated look on her face and quickly continued. “So come with me.” a smile grew on both their faces.

She remembered Spike leaving by himself, but her memories told her that she had went with him. Where they had grown closer, fell even deeper in love with each other.

Buffy dropped out of the University of Sunnydale and after the move she took a couple of classes at a great art institute near their loft.

Buffy and spike fell to their new couch. “Finally, I can’t believe we’re all moved in. This is all so surreal. You and me finally getting a place together…” Buffy cuddled up in her lover’s arms.

“Yeah, but after my four years of school are done with, we can go back to Sunnydale. I know you miss your mum and your friends. Then we can get a bigger house; I’ll get a great job that I love for a change…” Buffy giggled at him. Spike could never find a job that kept him interested. “And you’ll find a gallery that you can put your work in.”

“You’re really thinkin’ far ahead. You really think we’ll last that long?” Buffy asked teasingly.

“We’ve lasted since the beginning of high school, pet. I think we’ll last forever.” He kissed her lovingly, as he ran his fingers through her hair.

The honey blonde glanced at the man she loved for so many years. That’s when she saw the wedding, not to Angel like she thought, but to Spike. She saw herself in the hospital giving birth to Deanna, with Spike at her side…Spike holding his daughter, him thanking her for giving him the most beautiful gift of all.

And she fell for him all over again. She felt feelings growing by the second…feelings she once felt for Angel that were starting fade as if he stopped existing to her. “I’m sorry baby, I guess I’m just having one of those days. I’m fine.” She faked a smile.

Spike wrapped her up in his arms, and kissed her forehead. Deanna had made her way up onto the bed, and sat between her parents.

Buffy was torn. She knew she had lost Deanna went she was with Angel. But she was here now, with her and Spike. Part of her missed Angel deeply, but she missed her daughter, and if this is where Deanna was…then Buffy would be here too.

"So, it's a Sunday morning, it's a beautiful day ...what do my girls wanna do?" Spike asked bouncing his daughter on his lap.

"How bout we go out for breakfast, and then head down to the beach!" Buffy said enthusiastically, exciting Deanna.

"Yeah! Please daddy?" she gave him those puppy dog eyes that made him melt, and he caved.

"Whatever my girls want, my girls get. Go start getting ready, bit." he lowering his daughter from the king size bed, and gave her a light tap on her bottom, and she giggled as she ran back to her room. "You have no idea how happy I am that you decided to come back to England with me, luv. I couldn't be happier." Spike stated with conviction.

"Me either." She wasn't lying.


Chapter End Notes:
I know i know another confusing plot...but stay with it please cause you'll start to see a bit of a pattern in the next chapter.



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