Chapter 28: Reaction Time
William couldn't have reacted any differently than what she'd expected if he'd tried.
"William!" she called after him as he all but stomped down the stairs before throwing the front door open and storming out.
Once she'd reached him, though, she was at a loss for what to say. "At least you didn't slam the door," she tried to joke.
"Didn't want to wake Sam up," he ground out, his voice never losing its angry edge.
"Well, that was nice of you…..but why are you leaving?"
"Are you really that bloody stupid?" he asked her angrily. "I would have thought by now you'd know that I'd help you no matter what; you didn't have to lie to me, especially not about something like that." Spike turned and walked to his car, opening the door before turning to face Buffy again, "Angel thinks you're going to be gone by the morning, not sure he'll check on it, but if you're going to leave, I'd do it soon. If he calls me I'll still say we're all in L.A. for the trip so don't worry your pretty little head about it." And he got in his car and drove away, leaving a dumbstruck Buffy standing in the same spot she'd stopped in when she came out.
"But I wasn't joking," she said meekly before sinking to the ground in sobs.
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"Open the bloody door! Da' I know you're here, now open the fucking door!" William knew he probably shouldn't be yelling like he was, especially not at past 10 o'clock at night in his father's quiet little neighborhood. But he needed to talk to him. And now.
"What in the Lord's name is wrong with you, William? You're going to wake people up…and that language! What do you think you're doing?" Giles hurried to open the door, thinking that there was possibly something terribly wrong.
"You've talked to Buffy since I started working over there, right?" He turned an accusing glare on his father
"Well, yes, on occasion we've talked a bit." Was his son drunk?
"I knew it!" William exclaimed throwing his hands up in triumph. "And you've shown her pictures from when I was in my punk phase, yeah? Told her how I visited for Christmas all those years ago?"
"No, I've never shown her any old pictures of you…"
"So then you've told her about it, you know how I use to do the all black thing…" At his father's confused look he slowly, quietly continued, "About how I use to wear eyeliner? The vests? The jeans? Did you even tell her I visited for Christmas seven years ago?" When Giles just shook his head, William lost all his bravado and sunk down on the sofa, "Then how does she know?"
"William, son, could you possibly explain to me what exactly is going on?"
"Um, Buffy, right? She told me some stuff that there's now way she could have known unless what she said was true….and there's no way it can be true."
"Why's that?"
"Okay, Da,'" William started, avoiding the question, "You're a smart guy right?" When his father just looked at him, he asked, "Is it possible for a kid who's almost six and a half to have blue eyes if neither one of the parents does?"
"I really do wish you would just tell me what's going to, but…..as far as I know, no it's not possible, usually by that age the eyes have become whatever color they're going to be. Now why are you asking?"
"Well, you see, the thing is, um…..have you ever looked at Sam's eyes?"
"Buffy's daughter Sam?"
"Yeah," William answered with a sardonic laugh.
"I can't say that I've ever paid particular attention to them, but……………oh, they're blue aren't they?"
"Yeah Rupes, they're blue, and Buffy doesn't have blue eyes and neither does Angel, so what's that mean?"
"Angel isn't the girl's father? Don't joke about something like that; it's not respectful of Buffy."
"Which," William started, "I would agree with if Buffy hadn't been the one to tell me."
"What exactly are you saying, William?"
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It was more than half of an hour before Buffy managed to pick herself up and drag herself into the house, throwing up in the downstairs bathroom before making it to the kitchen for a glass of water. She was literally sick with worry…had she messed it all up?
'Great Buffy,' she thought, 'Yesterday you had two guys and now when you do something that should actually help you get the second one, what happens? You've lost both of them. Now you have nobody. You always were a smart one.'
Coming to the quick conclusion that she didn't have time to dwell on all of that now, Buffy went back upstairs to finish her packing, still feeling sick.
"Okay, Buffy, you can do this. You don't need Angel and you don't want William if he's going to act like that. So, you told him he's the father of your daughter and he blows up at you and leaves, what else did you expect? He's been here basically everyday for the last few months and then when you tell him you're leaving your husband, you say, 'Oh, by the way, you're Sam's father. I didn't tell you before now because I wasn't sure, but now I am, so….' Yeah, great job Buffy.
"But right now, you need to focus on getting your stuff and Sam's stuff together so you can leave." She walked into Angel's room—that's what she was going to call it from now on—and picked up the suitcase she'd gotten out, putting it on the bed. Walking to the closet, Buffy picked out the few clothes she'd either gotten as gifts, had with her before she got married, or had bought with her own money.
Next up were her photo books. 'Angel won't miss those,' she thought. Then she went to her closet again and got out several smaller bags to put her paintings, photographs, and art supplies in before surveying the room.
It didn't look that much different, just less her. The only thing left that she was going to take were their family photos that were in several rooms throughout the house; most of the candid ones (those not done as professional portraits) only featured her and Sam anyway.
Once Buffy had gone trough the whole house and was sure that she had everything that was hers (not bought for her by Angel or his money) or Sam's, Buffy made her way to Sam's room.
"Sam," she whispered, picking her daughter up, "Let's take you in mommy's room for a little while, okay?" She was hoping she wouldn't wake her daughter up by moving her, but she'd be more likely to wake up with Buffy packing up her room.
Much to Buffy's relief, Sam only snuggled into her mother, never once waking up as she was carried into her parents' room and laid down on their bed.
Buffy returned to her daughter's room with another suitcase and began to pack her clothes, toys, stuffed animals, and books—basically everything in her room.
Buffy had just finished getting together a bag for her daughter with some clothes and a few toys for a few days when she heard a whispered question from the doorway.
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To be continued……..in Chapter 29: Explanations
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Author's Chapter Notes:
I want to thank everyone who reviewed the last chapter...and thank all of you who enjoyed it :) Thank you to Elena for beta;ing this chapter for me when Nikki couldn't...and for getting me to do NaNoWriMo--good luck to both of us with that....and I hope everyone sticks with this story!