Spike ignored the banging on the door as he had for the last few days. He knew who was on the other side and was just not interested in putting up with the humans temper tantrum. To be more precise he wasn’t interested in getting his jaw broken yet again by the only male Slayer. When the banging stopped Spike smirked to himself, finally, the bastard was gone. Slowly the souled vampire stepped into the hall way and looked at the door and couldn’t help but be amazed at the power the boy possessed. The door, if it could be called that was now bent inwards, how the hell had he done that without the magical wards killing him? He was about to investigate this occurrence when the door groaned and burst inwards, showering him with bits of wood and metal and making him raise his hands in front of his face and chest to keep the bits of wood from killing or blinding him.
“You know Spike by now one would think you had learned that pissing off a Slayer equals bad mojo by now.”
There he stood, all of six feet high, brown almost black hair cropped short a black leather jacket unzipped to reveal a black shirt saying, ‘As a matter of fact the world DOES revolve around me’, simple blue jeans and heavy combat boots. The glasses on his face were beginning to lighten revealing a pair of piercing hazel eyes. More prominently though was the stake in his hands, blood smeared while the rest of him seemed relatively untouched. Spike had found this man at his door step three days prior and after introductions had found out his name was Chris and he had married Dawn Summers. The next thing the peroxide vampire discovered was that he was flying across the room from his singular punch. He had also found out that Chris was a Slayer, how he didn’t know, but as he had picked himself up and then thrown the boy out he knew nothing but trouble was coming. And oh boy had it come.
Slowly Spike brushed himself off and gave the human a very long look and spoke “Well Buffy always did say I was a slow learner.”
“She was right, however we can talk about Buffy all you want after we get to Rome” Came the male Slayers reply.
“Rome? Why the bloody hell would I go to that place?”
Chris was taken not at all by surprise and when he answered Spike heard the humor in his voice.
“My sister-in-law and wife are waiting there Spike” Chris slowly moved towards him, the last thing the bleach blond would hear was Chris’s next words.
“Besides, it’s not like I am giving you much of a choice.” Then Chris’s fist collided with Spikes temple and the vampire knew no more.
-@_@-@_@
The first thing Spike was aware of was the amount of pain radiating from his skull. The second was that he was that he was NOT in his house. Groggily he sat up and looked around the rather large room through bleary eyes. When he noticed the long brown hair he let out a breath and the question.
“Dawn?”
The young woman sitting at his bed side smiled thinly and nodded. Despite having flourished with age, was still very much angry with him.
“I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised when Chris burst into our flat last night with you over his shoulder. Idiot has always been a sucker for romance” Dawn stared down the vampire with an irritation of a mother having discovered her child was up to mischief.
“Yeah well he was just as annoying when he came to my door all but demanding I go see Buffy. He was a right annoying bugger.”
Dawns eyes warmed at that and she nodded and then the door opened and said annoying bugger stepped through the door with a mug of blood and Spike all but lunged at the Slayer.
“You bloody bastard! I ought to tear you limb from limb!”
Chris only raised an eyebrow then pushed the mug into his hands and spoke shortly “Drink up Spikey boy, you only have a few hours before Buffy gets here and I don’t think you want to smell like a plane.”
Spike could only stare in amazement at the man then down to the mug in his hands and spoke quietly “And if I don’t want to see her?”
Chris smirked and as he opened his mouth Dawn beat him to the punch. “Then you’re even more brain dead than before” She turned to Chris and linked her hands about his neck “Not that my husband would listen to me in the first place. He all but ran off the first time I told him about you”
The male Slayer shrugged “What can I say; I’m a sucker for romance.”
Dawn only giggled and kissed the man and nodded while Spike busied himself with the mug of blood. The last thing the vampire needed to see was the former Key and the girl he had thought of as a sister kissing. Hell, the thought alone that she had married was a little disturbing. When he looked up again both Dawn and her husband were staring at him expectantly. Oh yeah, he was definitely not getting out of this one. Quickly he finished up his meal then let out a breath.
“Fine, you win, but I am coming back from the dead to kick your arse if she dusts me.”
Chris smiled and then gently tugged Dawn to the door.
“You’ll find your clothes in the closet and the bathroom down the hall to your right. Don’t worry about the sunlight either, the windows are Necrotempered.” That was the only thing Spike got before the door closed.
“Chris, is this a good idea? Putting either of them in the same room?”
The Slayer smiled at his wife and kissed her nose before leading her out of the house.
“Well seeing as this was my idea I can’t help but think so. Of course the worst that could happen when Buffy gets here is she tells him to go straight to Hell.”
-@_@-@_@-
Chapter 2
He did make use of the shower and the clothes provided for him. Now freshly cleaned up but not ready to face The Slayer, Spike found himself wandering through the flat. There were dozens of pictures of Chris and Dawn. Many more of him, Dawn all their friends and of course Buffy and Dawn. Slowly he lifted up the one of all three of them. Buffy had changed. Despite the smile there was a haunted look in her emerald green orbs, a haunted and tired look. Quickly Spike set the picture down and looked at other pictures. One had him tilting his head as he lifted it up. It was Buffy of course, radiant and holding….a baby? Jealousy swept through him and it took all his will power not to hurl it across the room that is until he stared at the babies face and saw those frost colored eyes. Those frost colored eyes and the curly hair. No…. no, no, no, it couldn’t be possible. So lost was he in that picture that he didn’t even hear the feminine voice as it entered the living room.
“Dawnie, Chris? Will and I are here….Spike?”
Buffy couldn’t help but stare as the vampire turned. She almost wasn’t willing to believe it until the young toddler at her side looked up at her and spoke “He looks like me mommy.”
Spike stared, first at Buffy as the woman knelt down and spoke very gently to the young boy.
“Will, go into the play room and wait until I call you. Please?”
The child nodded and scooted off into another room leaving Spike staring after the boy, eventually though, his gaze turned back to Buffy and all he could do was stare, as so many incredible emotions swirled up inside him. Part of him was angry, angry and hurt. Angel devil take him, had told him that she was happy in Rome with the Immortal and didn’t need him. When he spoke it was in a small, small voice.
“Did you mean it?”
All Buffy could do was nod. Seeing Spike, seeing Spike alive was almost overwhelming, what took the cake was when the vampire, no, the MAN was right in front of her and pulling her into his arms. She turned her head up just in time when his lips all but slammed down onto hers in a searing toe curling kiss. Spike poured everything into it, all the pent up longing, all of it was in that kiss and all Buffy could do was let out a strangled moan as she gave in and kissed him back and linked her arms about his neck, vowing in that moment to never let him go again.
When they parted she whispered softly “You died, you burned up.”
Spike nodded and nuzzled her neck then he pulled back “You might want to sit down luv, got a lot to tell you.”
When they were seated he told her everything after being discovered as a ghost up until Chris had brought him here. During the story Buffy’s face seemed to go over a rollercoaster of expressions. When Spike finished, she took in a deep breath and let it out. He was here, Spike was here NOW and that was what mattered. She would have to thank Chris later.
“So, want to tell me about your boy?”
Buffy nodded and linked her fingers together and kept her eyes on his
“He’s yours.”
Spike was dumbfounded and being dumbfounded found his tongue looser than he thought let the word out before he could stop himself.
“How?”
Buffy’s brow lifted slowly and she replied “Well Spike, when a boy and a girl…”
“I know how, but what I mean is how? Buffy I can’t have children.”
The young woman beside him shrugged slightly and looked towards the playroom.
"I don’t either Spike. When I discovered I was pregnant I thought the Powers were giving me a little piece of you to call my own.” When Spike said nothing she rested her forehead on his and the tears began to fall “You were dead, you were dead and you weren’t here anymore, and Will was the only thing that I had of you left!”
Spikes arms wound about her and he held onto her tightly. “I’m here now baby, I’m here and I am not leaving.”
Buffy could only nod and sniffle. After a few moments she wiped at the tears and spoke the words that had Spike’s unbeating heart soaring.
“I meant it when I said I loved you.”
“I love you too pet, but what about the Immortal?”
Buffy shrugged a little bit and looked him in the eyes.
“What about him?”
Spike stared at her for a moment then he spoke quietly.
“Thought you two were in a relationship?”
Buffy stared for a long moment, contemplating what to say next then she just opted for honesty.
“He was only a friend, and is Wills god father. He never saw me as anything more than a friend, not since he and Willow started dating.”
Spike’s grin was immediate and wicked. “So Red and the Immortal, bet it’s gonna burn tall dark and forehead when he learns that.”
Buffy couldn’t help but smile then she leaned forward and kissed Spike again and felt him respond. Spike was here now, he would be there for her and their son and that was all that mattered.
Outside a pair of faces stared into the window and Chris grinned down at his wife “Told you it would work out Dawn.”
Dawn nodded and turned, pressing her mouth to his while murmuring “Yes, you did tell me, and soon you can tell Buffy and Spike that they are going to be an Aunt and Uncle.”
“Wait, what?”
Fin.
Author's Chapter Notes:
My first Fic. Please be kind. Flames of course will of course be reported, you have been warned.
Chapter End Notes:
Never be afraid to write a story. You won't ever regret it. I know I didn't.