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Thank you Sarah! I hope you feel better!

Chapter 10: "Confessions"(PG-13)

All three walked into the den and scattered themselves around the room. Buffy took a seat on the armrest of the chair Angel was sitting in. Willow seated herself in the chair at the little oak desk near the wall and Giles decided to remain standing.

Giles cleared his throat. "So, Spike you have some questions for us."

Spike slouched back and propped his legs up on the coffee table. "Yep, and I hear you lot have the answers to 'em."

Giles removed his glasses. "Right. Well, before we begin Spike, I want to make a few things known."

Spike let his head fall back and groaned. "Slayer, tell your watcher that I don't have time for this."

Buffy, who was busy leaning into Angel's embrace, rolled her eyes and looked at Giles.

"Giles, I'm sorry Spike is being a jackass."

Spike was the one who rolled his eyes this time.

"But, the sooner we finish this then the quicker we can leave and get away from him."

"Yes, you are right about that." Giles agreed, placing his glasses back on. "Let's start from the beginning, shall we."

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An uncomfortable hour had passed with Willow explaining haltingly what she had done while Giles had broken in as the voice of reason and decorum to take over when Willow had been at a loss.

"So that explains the dreams," Spike whispered, still letting everything he'd just been told sink in. He had been with the Slayer. He had touched her and felt her intimately. That was why the dreams seemed so real. Because it had all really happened. He glanced over at Angel and a huge grin formed. "I shagged the poofter's girl. Amazing! Was I good enough for you, Slayer?" he asked aloud as his eyes landed on Buffy.

Buffy stood abruptly. "Spike! We didn't tell you this so you could gloat to Angel. And as far as you being good, I don't remember," she finished before mumbling. "Thank god."

"Even with the dreams you don't remember?" Spike continued "Cause I can recall a lot from my dreams. The way you felt. The way you tasted. The way...."

"Spike!" Angel hollered.

Buffy stood there frozen, unable to move. Her heart rate had jumped when Spike started describing his dreams. He was right. The dreams were vivid and realistic. But, she would never let him know that or how they got to her.
Taking her eyes off Spike she finally returned to Angel's side and sat back down.

Spike had noticed Buffy's eyes cloud and her face tense. If he didn't know any better he could swear she was thinking about her dreams. He had managed to hit a nerve and spark something in her. He smiled inside thinking about all the ways he could use this weakness to his advantage.

"Lets just focus on the dreams and what's in them, and not on what you both felt or did," Giles suggested, sensing the tension rising in the room. "I'm curious to know if you two are dreaming the same thing."

"I am so not talking about my dreams," Buffy protested, standing up again and leaving the room.

Willow got up and followed her. Leaving Angel, Giles and Spike alone.

Spike was the first to break the silence that had settled. "Well, I'm not embarassed to talk about 'em."

Giles looked over at Angel and shrugged. "Okay, Spike, how do they usually begin?"

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"Buffy it's okay. You don't have to talk about them," Willow counseled her best friend as best she could.

It had been a few minutes since they had left the den and Buffy hadn't uttered a single word. Both of them lifted their heads when they heard someone come into the kitchen.

"Giles needs to ask you some questions, Buffy," Angel told them.

"What?" she asked in shock. "I thought I told you guys I wasn't talking about anything."

"You only have to answer yes or no," Angel explained, coming up to the counter they were seated at. "Buffy, if you want to get to the bottom of this you're going to have to cooperate."

"There's nothing to get to the bottom of," Buffy yelled.

"Buffy," Angel growled softly.

Buffy glared at him, daring him to get mad at her.

Seeing the look in her friend's eyes, Willow decided to step in and try.

"Buffy, I think what Angel is trying to say is that this baby didn't just happen. You know Spike can't just have one because he's.....he's dead. So, there has to be a reason behind it."

Buffy looked from Willow to Angel, debating whether to run upstairs into her room and lock the door or trust in them. Finally she decided on the latter. "Alright," she said reluctantly. "But, only yes or no. I'm not going into details."

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Buffy entered the den first and spotted Spike standing alone on the other side of the room. He didn't bother to look up when they came in, which made her wonder if something had occured. Giles was sitting on the couch where Spike had been, and he too didn't look up at them. Buffy narrowed her eyes finding it odd that they both seemed disturbed by something. She glanced at Spike again and this time he looked up. A shiver traveled up her spine when she saw his eyes. They were dark and unnerving. She quickly looked away.

"Giles what's going on?" she inquired nervously.

Giles moved over a little and patted the cushion next to him. "Why don't you sit down Buffy."

Buffy sat down and waited.

"Um, I know you don't want to talk about the....the dreams you've been having. But, I do need to clear up some things."

"Right, that's what Angel told me, but I don't see why.....?"

"Is Spike the only one in your dream?" Giles asked, not letting her finish her own question.

"What do you mean the only one?"

"Are you and him alone?"

"Yes."

"Are you two in the Factory?"

"Yes."

"Does he bite you?"

Buffy reached up and touched the scars on her neck. "Yes."

"Has there been anyplace else beside the Factory?"

"Yes."

"The Bronze?"

Buffy swallowed hard. "Yes."

"And you haven't noticed anyone out of the ordinary?"

"No." Buffy answered, then looked up at Angel. "Angel, what's going on?"

"He knows." Angel answered flatly.

Buffy stole a glance at Spike. He was still standing as far away as possible, but now he was turned and looking directly at her.

"I don't understand."

"The baby, Slayer," Spike hissed.

TBC.....................Feedback is good for the writers soul!





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