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Title: Kitten Caper One/A 'Daddy's Girl' Story

Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Feedback: Of course!
Summary: A 'Daddy's Girl' story.
Katie is about 4 years old in this one.
Buffy and Spike have to go out and
leave her with a sitter.


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"Daddy?"

"Hmmm..?"

Spike finished towel drying his daughter's hair
and wrapped the towel around her, then scooped her
up and carried her down the hall to her bedroom.

"Where you and Mommy going?"

If he'd had anything at all to say about it, they
wouldn't be going anywhere. After a solid week of
systematically uncovering and destroying five different
nests of Mothran demons, the last thing he wanted to
do on Saturday evening was get dressed up and go to
a bloody banquet for the Watcher's Council.

His wife, on the other hand, was all for the idea. She
had let him know, in no uncertain terms, that she was
ready for a night out and if he decided to sulk, pout,
obstruct or try in any way to interfere, he'd be paying
for it dearly.

"Just out for dinner with some friends, Princess,"
he said, digging around in her dresser for a clean
nightgown. "My Little Pony or.....I don't know what this
one is." He turned around holding two different pairs
of cartoon themed underpants, displaying them for his
little one's choice.

"That's Dora the Eggsplorer" she informed him.

Spike smiled. "The 'eggsplorer' huh? All right. then
which will you have?"

"My Little Pony."

Sitting down on the end of Katherine's bed, he
helped her into her panties, then dropped her nightgown
over her head and buttoned it up in the back. "There now,"
he said, patting her little bottom, "all set for bed."

"Not yet!" the child protested, pulling away and preparing
to make a run for it.

"No, not yet. You have plenty of play left in you before
bedtime, don't you?" He lowered his voice. "How about
a quick flip before I go?"

"Okay!" Katherine took her position in front of him. He
held both her hands and lifted her in the air, bracing his
stomach muscles. Her small feet walked up his chest and
she then did a full flip over, landing right back where she'd
begun. "Again!" she pleaded.

Spike hesitated, straining his ears to determine Buffy's
location in the house. She hated him doing this with Katie,
was always nervous that the child would dislocate her
arms in the process.

But Katie always got her own way when it came to
this. She enjoyed it so much, and he'd never been any
good about saying 'no' to her, something he knew he'd be
sorry for as she got older.

After one more flip, he deposited her on the bed in a
giggling heap, then jumped on after her and pushed
her nightgown up, nuzzling her bare tummy, blowing
loud raspberries on it.

When they both came up for air, they saw Buffy standing
at the door. She didn't look pleased, and Spike tensed
a bit, wondering if she'd witnessed the 'flipping' after
all and was about to give him the sharp side of her
tongue.

"What's wrong?"

"Dawn just called. She's coming down with the flu,
so she...."

"Can't babysit?" Spike finished, a little too happily. "Well,
that's too bad, love, but if she's under the weather...."

She folded her arms across her chest. "Gee, Spike....I can
tell you're all broken up over it."

His internal warning system went off, letting him know
that he was about to head into the danger zone, and that
he might want to reconsider his response.

"I'm sorry, baby," he said, trying to sound as though he
really meant it. "I know you wanted to go to that banquet."

She shrugged, looking down at the floor. "They'll have
another one next year, I suppose."

Spike sighed. She really looked unhappy, and he was no
better at dealing with that than he was dealing with Katie's
small disappointments.

Guilt began to set in, right on schedule.

She had every right to be disappointed. How long had
it been since they'd gone out together and done anything
that didn't involve a risk to life and limb?

It was so long ago that he couldn't even remember the
last time.

"Listen, babe....we'll find another sitter."

Buffy gave him a 'look', shaking her head. "No, we
won't. Everyone else is going to be at the banquet,
too. Willow and Tara...Xander and Anya...there IS
no one else."

Spike frowned, racking his brain for a solution. Finding a
sitter for Katie wasn't as easy as it was for most children.
Considering who he and Buffy were, they needed a sitter
who could deal with certain "problems" should they arise.
They couldn't exactly call some teenager down the street.

When the answer came to him, he brightened up. "I've got
it!"

Buffy looked at him, hope in her eyes. "Yeah?"

"Yeah!"


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When the doorbell rang at 7:00, Buffy answered it with
a huge smile. "Thanks for coming to the rescue, Clem."

"Ah, no prob!" the demon on the other side of the door
said, waving one clawed hand. "It's good to get out of
the crypt once in a while. Plus, that new Dawn of the Dead
movie's on HBO at 10:00, and I've been dying to see it."

Buffy took his coat and hung it up. "There's a tape on
the VCR if you want to record it. Just don't let...."

"Katie see any of it," he filled in. "Come on, Buffy. I
wouldn't let a little scrap watch all that gory, bloody
violence. Kids today are getting desensitized enough
as it is. Plus, the language! No way is THAT suitable for
a child."

"You sound like Spike," she informed him. "He's just like
that. You wouldn't believe how indignant he gets at
some of the stuff that's just on regular TV. He won't even
watch music videos anymore....says they're full of gratuitous
sex and bad lifestyle choices."

"Oh, man," Clem chuckled, all his skin flaps quivering with
mirth. "He sure has changed."


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Upstairs in Katherine's room, Spike replaced the book
he'd been reading to her back into its slot on the shelf.

"Daddy?"

"What, baby?"

"Why can't Mr. Giles sleep in my bed with me?"

Spike knelt beside her on the floor, being careful
not to roll his eyes at the ridiculous name she had
chosen for her kitten. "You know why not, Katie. Mr.
Giles is still very small, so he has to be in his
little house at night." He scooped the tiny marmalade
colored kitten up off the floor and placed it inside the
small cage in the corner of the room, closing the latch
firmly. "You see, love...if Mr. Giles wasn't in his cage
when you go to sleep, he might get out of your room and
he could get hurt...or crawl inside someplace we can't
get him out of easily. You wouldn't want that to happen."

Katie shook her head, making her curls bounce. "No,
Daddy. I love Mr. Giles."

"I know you do, baby. And when he's older and bigger,
then maybe he can sleep on your bed with you."

"Okay."

Spike smiled, picking her up and heading for the
stairs.


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"Mommy, you look like a princess!"

Buffy checked the clasp on her earring, then turned
to smile at her daughter. "Thank you, sweetie.' She
watched her husband descend the stairs behind Katie,
and her eyes moved over him appreciatively, the
sight giving her a thrill of pleasure, along with a certain
'pride of ownership' that came from knowing that he
belonged to her, and vive versa.

Spike looked good in everything he wore, but there was
something about him in black formal wear that really
made her engine run hot. Armani never looked this good
on any other man.

"And you must be my prince," she said to him, tilting her
head to one side, the nature of her smile changing.

He returned that smile, his own eyes sweeping up and
down her small frame. "You put your hair up," he accused
softly.

"Mm-hmm." She gave the neat upsweep a pat. "Do you
like it?"

"Yes." Spike moved closer to her, whispering in her ear. "But
I'll like it better after I take it all down."

Clem's voice disturbed the moment. "Hey there, Katie." He
gave the child a little wave. "Remember Uncle Clem?"

She nodded, hiding her face against her mother's skirt.

He wasn't put off in the slightest. "We're gonna have a lot
of fun tonight," he added cheerily. "We can watch cartoons
or play some games. You got any good games?"

Katie nodded again, her thumb heading for her mouth.

"Great! What kind do you have?"

The thumb popped out..."Candyland"....then popped back
in.

Clem had obviously never heard of it. "Candyland, huh?
Sounds good, but you'll have to teach me."

Spike reached for Buffy's wrap, holding it out for her to
slip into. "Be careful with this one and Candyland," he
warned Clem. "She's a shark."

The demon brushed off the warning. "I think I can handle
myself."

"Don't say you weren't warned, mate," Spike shrugged.

Clem followed them to the front door, waiting for hugs
and kisses to be exchanged, along with the usual parental
admonishment of "Be a good girl and mind what you're
told."

Stopping on the front porch, Spike gave the door a
rap. "Lock it up."

"Sure, you bet," Clem replied, then said, "Hey, as the
official baby sitter, what's the snack situation like around
here?"

Buffy smiled, her heels clacking on the steps. "Help
yourself to whatever you want, Clem," she called back
as she headed for the car.

"Yeah? Great!"

He closed the door, remembering to throw all three
deadbolts.



TBC....
(How many of you out there can see what's coming?)





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