It Happened One Night

By: Golden Buffy



Summary: Buffy told Spike that Xander knows about their blossoming friendship. Angel found out that Giles has been in communication with Wesley, and now is suspecting something is wrong in Sunnydale.


Disclaimer: Joss said we could write fanfic, so I'm only following orders.



Author's Notes: Thanks to my lovely beta Just_Sue for doing her magic once again! Any errors are mine. For some reason my glasses refuse to work with me today. Thanks for the awesome feedback guys! Keep it up!




Lovely banner by Spuffy_Noelle



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Chapter Eleven: When All We Wanted Was The Dream




Love is not enough. It must be the foundation, the cornerstone - but not the complete structure. It is much too pliable, too yielding.
Bette Davis


There's a lot to be said for self-delusionment when it comes to matters of the heart.
Diane Frolov and Andrew Schneider, Northern Exposure


Just because you love someone doesn't mean you have to be involved with them. Love is not a bandage to cover wounds.
Hugh Elliott




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“But he doesn't suspect anything, does he?” Giles asked hesitantly. He hadn't foreseen Angel getting wind of his conversations with Wesley. Didn't see the brown eyed vampire finding out about Buffy's situation. It was something Giles desperately wanted to avoid.



He could just imagine the broody demon riding into town with his holier than thou attitude, thinking he could rescue Buffy and dispatch Spike at the same time. Though, the idea of a dusty Spike brought a quirk of a grin to the watcher's lip. But he knew Buffy would never stand for it, especially now that the irritating blond was the father of her unborn child. He would just have to make sure Angel never found out... well, until Buffy was ready to tell him.


“No, I don't think so. I am quite sure he believed the story I told him,” Wesley paused sitting back down. “But I felt that you should know what was going on here. I also think it's best that we conduct our conversations at my home. No need to add more fuel to the fire.”



“Yes, quite right. We wouldn't want Angel sniffing around things which don't concern him. And anything regarding Buffy, Angel feels is his concern. Egotistical prick.”



Wesley chuckled a bit. “My good sir, that is my boss your referring to. Let me call my informant and see if they've learned anything new. I shall contact you within a few days.”




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She rubbed at the bridge of her nose, eyes exhausted from use. The brunette had been pouring over the Council's books for hours. And yet, nothing. Amanda Wyndam-Pryce grumbled to herself. Things were not going according to plan.



When her brother called her a few weeks ago, beseeching her services, she had to admit that she though Wes had finally gone off the deep end. To say she was flabbergasted when her brother informed her that Buffy Summers, one of the longest lived slayers in history, was currently pregnant - and by the notorious William the Bloody, Slayer of Slayers - well, she laughed. Told him she thought all his years of working with the ensouled vampire had finally gone to his head. Then Wesley told her how Buffy had conceived and, as expected, the watcher in her couldn't pass up the opportunity to find out more about the seemingly mystical event.



So she agreed to help him and fellow ex-watcher Rupert Giles, whom she was quite fond of... though only in a professional sense. He was a pretty decent watcher before his termination from the Council. Now she sat buried in dusty books, eyes crossing, and coming up with the grand total of nothing. The female watcher was starting to think maybe Wes had led her on a wild goose chase after all. With a sigh, Amanda loaded the books back onto the push cart to return them to their shelves.



As she placed the final book back on its shelf Amanda's jacket started to vibrate. Looking around to make sure she was alone she retrieved the phone, flipping it open to answer. “Hello?”




“Have you learned anything new?” the voice asked.




She snickered. “Why dear brother, it's wonderful to hear from you. Yes, I'm doing quite well. Thank you for asking. And how have you been?”




Wesley could hear the amused tone in his sister's voice and smiled in response. “I am truly sorry, where are my manners? How are you, Amanda?”




“I've had better days. And to answer you question. No. I haven't found anything. Honestly, Wesley, I'm starting to think Buffy might be mistaken as to who the father of her child may be.”



“I can assure you that Miss Summers is not the kind of girl to have those sort of relations so lightly. And, from what Rupert has told me, her last steady boyfriend departed for South America a few months before she conceived.”



Amanda pursed her lips. “Yes, slayers aren't know for their sexual prowess. Well, then, there has to be something here. I'm sure if this could happen to her then there have to be other slayers who became pregnant by vampires.”



“Maybe you'll have to narrow your search then. You should focus on the Watcher Journals.” It was a statement not a suggestion. It really irritated Amanda when her older brother did that. But now was not the time to fuss over something so minor.



“Yes, I believe you are right. I'll pick up my quest tomorrow. Hopefully you or Rupert can provide me with a date as a starting point.”




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Willow looked at the object, flipping it back and forth. She pursed her lips, eyes narrowing as she stared intently at it. “I don't know, Buffy. I mean it's a phone! Do friends buy friends cell phones? Does it fall along the lines of going out for coffee? The official 'non-date' date beverage of choice.”



“Well I think it's kinda sweet,” Dawn butted in as she snatched up the phone in question.




“So says the girl who dated lizard man,” Buffy playfully shot back. She retrieved the item from her sister's grasp and opened it. “Do you think I should call and say thanks? Or maybe a 'thank you' note is in order.”




“I just can't help but to wonder what ulterior motive Spike has. Hello, cell phone. I mean, the guy's not known for his subtle yet caring gifts. He's more along the lines of threatening bodily harm, and shoving broken bottles in unsuspecting hostages faces.”




Dawn rolled her eyes as she picked up her drink. “Yeah, and when was the last time Spike's done something like that? God, why can't you people just let things go? He's a big softy really.” Dawn finished, sitting down next to Willow.



“Well, I think it says a lot about the friendship thing. And look, he's even given me his number.” Buffy added, flipping the phone around and smiling as she pointed to the address book. She could so prank call him. But that was immature, plus she would have to figure out how to block her number.



Willow skeptically raised a brow. “So, he's like the Sears commercial? Come see the softer side of Spike.”



The three began to giggle. 'The softer side of Spike. If he heard this discussion he'd flip,' Buffy thought.



“Don't let him hear you saying that,” Buffy insisted.



“Don't let who hear what?” Xander asked, entering the kitchen through the back door.



“Dawn was just telling us about Spike's softer side.”



“Spike has a softer side? Somehow I find that hard to believe. Call me a pessimist, but Spike and softness, so not mixy.”



“Well, it's true,” Buffy said slightly perturbed, as she absently toyed with her new phone.



“Hey, cool phone, Buffster. When did you get it?” Xander happily changed the subject away from the bleached vampire.



'Shoot, should have hidden the phone when he came in.'




“Buffy didn't. Spike got it for her.” Dawn all but gushed.



“First you two go and make with the friendlies, and now he's lavishing you with gifts! What the hell?” Xander's face distorted in disgust. “I hope you're going to get rid of that thing. I mean, you don't have the slightest clue where he got that... phone from.”



“It says right on the box, Radio Shack, duh!” Dawn shot back, pointing at the box. “ Geez, Xander, anyone would think you were jealous of the phone. Or maybe you're just jealous of Spike,” she accused the livid Scooby.



“I am not jealous of the Evil Undead,” he muttered indignantly through clenched teeth. “All I'm saying is if you needed a phone, Buffster, all you had to do was come on down to Xander's savings and loans. I would have happily funded your cell phone-y goodness.”




“I know Xan, and I'm grateful, really. You can always shower me with money for baby shopping.”



“Yeah, speaking of which. Have you told the Bleached Wonder that's he's gonna be a daddy?” Xander waited, gloating. He knew Buffy still hadn't informed Spike yet.



Buffy's eyes narrowed. “No, I haven't. Not yet. But I will... soon. And anyway, it's so none of your business.”



“Know what I think? I think you're scared to tell blood breath. 'Cause deep down inside, you know. You know that he hasn't changed. Spike's still the same vicious monster that he was the night Drusilla created him. The night he rolled into this town to bag his third slayer,” Xander sneered.



“Xander...”



“No, Wills! Stop running to Buffy's defense. Its time for her to fork over a steaming pile of answers.”



Buffy mentally counted to three, her eyes narrowing. Of all the nerve. Xander really did have a pair, didn't he? Demanding answers from Buffy in her home no less. She really wanted to send him flying across the kitchen with a well placed kick.



“I don't owe you anything, Xander! What's between Spike and me is... well... between Spike and me. I'll tell him when the time is right, and I will tell him. Take off the blinders, he has changed, and if you're to thick in the head to see that, well then that's your loss.” Buffy started to lose steam. “Just wish it hadn't taken me so long to see the change myself.”



Willow and Dawn sat on the sidelines watching the exchange. The red haired witch was slightly miffed at Xander and the way he’d snapped at her. He was acting so moody ever since Buffy decided to get to know Spike better. That part, Willow could understand - it was still way wigsome for her - still she was dealing. But Buffy's heated defense of the defanged vamp in response to Xander's accusations was a shock. She could smell trouble brewing, if the look on Buffy's face as she spoke about the leather clad vampire was any indication.



Willow just hoped that lusty Spike thoughts stayed just that, thoughts. But that look... Dazed stary eyed Buffy. The same glazed look she'd had when she'd started to get the hots for another vampire. Willow halted her train of thought. Maybe she was over reacting, reading too much into nothing. Buffy did want a normal life, right? Of course she did, and Spike did not equal normal.



Dawn on the other hand was having a way better time. Buffy had stuck it to Xander and stood up for Spike. 'Way to go, Buffy!'
She mentally cheered, fighting hard against the cheesy smile that wanted to take over her face.



Xander stood abruptly, knocking his chair over in the process, ready to open his mouth.



“Don't! Just don't, Xander. Unless you want to see just how far you can fly across my kitchen,” Buffy said through clenched teeth.



Xander just stared, mouth agape, as his eyes turned to steel. Had his best friend just threatened him bodily harm, over some evil undead thing?



“Fine! Maybe I should just leave.”



“Yeah, Xan, Just go. Calm down, and relax. Wait until you see things more clearly,” Willow pleaded.



Xander headed towards the door. With a final glance at his friends he shook his head and walked away.






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“Dru's dancing around in circles with Miss Edith in one arm and the boy in the other. “Spike, why don't the little lambs like coming to my tea parties,” she asked me with a pout.”



Dawn sat in Spike's crypt, riveted to his tale. She loved it when he would share his dark past with her, never mind that he was a goodie goodie now. 'Cause no matter what Buffy and the others said, and despite his stories, Dawn couldn't believe he was ever truly evil. The teen felt safer with Spike than she did with the majority of the Scoobies, and, sometimes, Buffy. Though she would never tell her sister that.



Just when he was getting to the climatic ending the crypt door burst open. Buffy stood in the doorway. “Shit! Wait. Retake.” She hurried inside, grabbed the door handle before running back out and closing it behind her.



Spike and Dawn just stared at the door. As if on cue Spike's cell phone rang. Looking at the caller ID, he arched his brow as he glanced at Dawn.



“Slayer?”



“Spike, I'm on my way. Open the door.”



Doing as instructed, Spike walked over to the door and opened it, greeting Buffy with a bemused smile.



“Sorry about that. Old habits die hard,” she explained before glancing at Dawn. “Dawn, get your things. Time to head home.”



“Awww, do I have to go so soon?” her sister whined.



“Um, yeah. It's family fun night. It's mandatory. So get a move on.”


Dawn had to make a big drama filled exit, complete with huffing and puffing, and a few stomps tossed in for good measure. She sighed, slinging her book bag over her shoulder and mumbling under her breath about stupid family night, and being too old to partake in such a corny tradition.



“You so better finish telling me what happened later.” Dawn insisted as she walked past the demon.



That was it, Spike was dust.



Buffy tilted her head to the side, raising a questioning brow, “And what sort of story might that be?”




“Was telling Niblet here about the time I took Dru out for a nice quiet night on the town.” The vampire replied, adverting his eyes. He knew he was wrong in telling Dawn about his sordid past. Knew Buffy would stake him and leave him blowing in the wind. But he was the Big Bad, he had to get his evil in somewhere.



“Uh huh, like I believe that blondie.” Buffy joked.



As the two sisters started out the door. Buffy paused. “Why don't you join us, Spike?”



Surprised but not shocked, he shook his head in the negative. “Wouldn't want to impose.”



“Impose, please. You're at my house more than I am, Spike. You're practically like family. Plus, I want you there.” Buffy finished with a coy smile.



“Practically, huh? Seems I recall your mum saying I was like the son she never had,” Spike commented with a grin, grabbing his leather duster.



“Understatement of the year. She only wants a son 'cause they don't have the anatomy to be a slayer.”



Spike snorted. “Right lovely anatomy you got there, Slayer.”



“God, I'm friends with a pervert.”



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“Stupid chip. You could so eat Xander for me, thereby making my life a whole lot better.” Buffy pouted looking down at her now empty glass of diet coke.



“As much as I would enjoy that, luv, demon girl would be upset.”



“You wouldn't be bothered by my feelings at Xander's demise?” Buffy tried to keep a straight face.



“You were the one that ordered me to eat him, remember?”



“But still, that's so not the point. You should take my feelings into consideration.” A pout accompanied her faux annoyance.



Spike eyed her luscious bottom lip but decided against any action. Where were they? Oh, yeah. Women, always going on about their sodding feelings, or some such rot.



“Right, so then I wouldn't eat Xander because you would be heart broken, even though you ordered me to chew on him in the first place.”



Buffy smiled as she chewed on a piece of melting ice. “I just don't get why he's so upset over a phone.”



“It's not the phone, pet.”




Buffy regarded him for a moment. “Then what is it? Do tell Mister Know it All.”




“Way I see it is the Whelp is totally taken by you. Any bloke who enters your life is perceived as a threat.”



Buffy articulately replied with a “Huh?”



Spike sighed. “Let me make this easier for you to understand. Xander love Buffy.”



“Please, he so doesn't love me love me. It's a Buffy's-my-best-friend-and-I-love-her-for-that kinda love. Plus, he's engaged to Anya.” Buffy logically explained to the misguided vampire.



“Denial's a hell of a place, isn't it?”



Buffy was really starting to get sick and tired of her friends telling her that she lived in denial all the time. It wasn't as if she visited there often, just when she needed a brake from reality. But Spike's statement kept rolling over in her mind. Maybe there was some truth to his words. Maybe Xander did have a small crush left over from their high school days.



“Let's say you're right. Xander crushing on me means nothing. It affects nothing, and he knows where he stands in my life.”



“Yeah, he was so thrilled that you and Peaches where getting with the hot and heavy. He was so thrilled, in fact he couldn't wait until the Poof slipped up to tarnish your precious little view of him. Then he turns around and becomes the best of mates with White Bread. I'll tell you why, it's because the Whelp wasn't threatened by Soldier Boy. Knew you didn't love Riley. He was the stable guy until you realised your true feeling for Xander.” Spike knew he was pushing it, but one could only take so much of Buffy's blatant refusal to see the truth.



Buffy sat there stunned. Her first instinct was to punch Spike in the nose for even daring to speak to her like that. But they were friends now, and punching him in the nose was only reserved for special occasions. 'Like now!'



Here they were, sitting in her kitchen on Family Fun Night, of all nights, and she was getting an ear full about Xander-crushing and loveless-Riley relationship. This wasn't how she envisioned their evening together. She hadn't envision making with the smoochies either, or sitting around braiding each others hair. Could Spike even braid hair? She would have to ask him one day.




Buffy turned back to her thoughts, and they began to make more sense. Xander did seem to have an unhealthy obsession with her love life and who she dated. And he did warm up to Riley pretty quickly, whereas with Angel... he hated him with such fury. And he couldn't stand Spike for the life of him. Buffy had always chalked it up to Xander's hatred of all things undead after the death of Jesse. She thought he’d grown up and got over his high school crush and was now happy to be her platonic friend.



“I always thought... Wow, talk about the wool being pulled over my eyes. Thought Xander was just making with the over protectiveness. As for Riley...” Buffy paused chewing her bottom lip. “I, well, I kinda liked him. He was stable, dependable, caring...”



“And plain boring.” Spike finished for her, pleased that his nose was still unbroken and he wasn't a pile of dust on the kitchen floor. And even more surprised that the Slayer was agreeing with him, actually listening to what he had to say.



“Yeah, sad but true.” Buffy nodded.



Whoa, she had just opened up and shared? Not just something minor either, it was huge. Bigger than huge, it was monumental, and the sharing was with Spike. Buffy quirked a brow, did that mean she was starting to trust him, like really really trust him? She decided to file that away for later examination. Instead she reached for the unfinished can of coke she'd offered Spike earlier, at the exact moment he decided to reach for it too.



Their hands met. It was just a simple touch, a small caress, it shouldn't have sent such pleasurable shivers down Buffy's spine. Damn, there were those lusty Spike thoughts.



“Uh, Spike, you're on my hand.”



He didn't respond at first, still staring at their hands. Spike swallowed, confused. 'It could be so simple,' he thought, Unable to ignore how Buffy's heart beat that much faster at their accidental touch. She was waiting for him to make the next move. He really did want to make that next move. Just why was he even debating the issue in his head? He was evil after all. He did evil things, so taking advantage of this situation should be a piece of cake.



But Spike knew the answer to his own question. What ever this was, between him and the Slayer, was new and still growing. By him acting on impulse instead of showing restraint could damage what they already had. Buffy would never forgive him and they would go back to what they were once before, enemies. Truth be told, Spike didn't want that. He snatched his hand away as if he'd touched fire, then gave Buffy a sheepish grin.



Buffy frowned. She was quite sure Spike was going to do something. She didn't expect him to pull his hand away from hers as if she had some disease that only killed vampires. It hurt. And she wasn't sure if it was in response to his reaction, or disappointment that he hadn't tried anything. She should have been grateful at being able to put a stomp on those lusty Spike thoughts.



“You going to finish this?” she asked, quickly covering her confusion.



Spike looked at the can then shook his head. “So, you give anymore thought to bringing that Trinity bird to your watcher?”



“Nah, think I might have been over zealous in all things Dawn. Had a few days to think it over. Trinity? Not so much of a problem. It's just Dawn's going to be fifteen, the same age I was when I was called. I just want her to be normal, to have a normal life as possible living on the Hellmouth. And after John, I guess I just over reacted.”



“So you're saying I was right about the over reacting bit, and you're wrong, yeah?”



Buffy growled. “You are so infuriating at times. You do know that don't you?”



“Yeah, it's what you love most about me, baby.”



'Did he just call me baby?'



'Um, yeah. And you know you totally liked it.'



'That's not the issue. Will you please just shut up! You're so not helping.'



Bad Buffy brain decided to start its metal montage of Sexy Spike Thoughts once more, causing Buffy to groan as she dropped her head onto the kitchen table.



“Why me?” the Slayer mumbled.



“What's that, Slayer?” Spike asked, unaware of the current battle being waged inside the blonde's head.



“Nothing. I got you something.” Buffy stood up reaching into her jean's pocket. Pulling out a plastic card she handed it to him. “Here, I know it's not a cell phone but it's the best I could do on my budget.”



The vampire looked down at the card in his hand, tilting his head to the side as a smirk slid into place. “Trying to say something about my choice in clothes?”



“No, not really. Just thought, maybe... well yeah. Hello, Spike, punk is dead. Go to the Gap and get something new.”



He looked horrified, staring at Buffy as if she'd gone and grown two heads. “Punk is NOT dead. You shut your gob.”



“Baby,” Buffy countered, sticking out her tongue at the sputtering vampire. “Don't go in there and buy a lifetime supply of black tees and jeans. I want something new. Something that I would like.”



“Bossy little chit, aren't you?”



Buffy smiled, “You better believe it.”



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Buffy plopped down onto Giles' sofa, folding her feet under her. She stopped by early, before the Scooby meeting and patrolling.



“So, any news in the research department?”



Giles threw her with a bewildered look.



“You know, mystical slayer pregnancy? Ring any bells?” she asked with a put upon sigh.



“Oh, yes. I'm waiting for Wesley to get back to me. His contact hasn't found anything of use just yet,” Giles replied absently.



“Whoa, stop the press. What do you mean Wesley hasn't called you yet? When did he get involved?” Buffy started to panic, rising off the couch. “Oh God, he knows! And if he doesn't he'll find out. Giles, are you crazy!”



The door burst open as Xander, Willow, Tara, and Anya filed in, instantly noting the tension in the room.



“Who will find out what, and what did I miss?” Xander inquired, taking in Buffy's pacing form and the look of dread on the ex-librarian's face.



“Buffy just calm down. Angel doesn't suspect a thing, everything is under control. I asked Wesley for help because I knew he had access to books that I did not.” Giles tried to placate the irate slayer.



For once relieved that the spot light wasn't on her - not that she had done anything to bring criticism upon herself - Willow turned to Giles, hands firmly on her hips. “Giles, what were you thinking? Contacting Wesley like that.”



“Ooo, I get to be front and center for this one. First Joyce chewing you out for treating Buffy so badly, and now Willow. This is great!” Anya marched further into the room and sat down in one of the chairs. “Wish I had some popcorn.”



“So not helping, Ahn,” Xander chided automatically as he sat down on the arm of her chair, intent on watching the drama unfold before him. It wasn't often the Buffster chewed the G-man out.



Giles flashed an irritated look towards the redheaded witch before turning pleading eyes on his charge. “Believe me, if I thought for a moment that Wesley would betray us to Angel I would have never confided in him in the first place. Surely, Buffy, you have more faith in me than that?”



Buffy thought back to her eighteenth birthday and the dreaded Cruciamentum. How she had trusted Giles and look how that turned out; Buffy shuddered. Sighing, she decided that she couldn't hold that particular incident over the older man's head for eternity. So why was she getting the feeling that he wasn't telling her everything?



“Okay, Giles, spill. 'Cause I know there's something you're not telling me.”



He watched as she sat back down on the couch, wandering closer to the hallway to make it easier for him if he needed to retreat to the bathroom for safety.



“Well, you have to understand I needed all the help I could get.”



“Giles.” Buffy growled folding her arms over her chest. He was stammering, and a stammering Giles was never a good sign.



“Right. Wesley contacted his sister who has decided to help you, us. But you see, she works for the Council.”



“She what!?!” the Slayer shouted, jumping back up and resuming her frantic pacing. “The Council! Giles! I haven't even told Spike. I mean it would be nice if he knew why the Council was trying to dust him.”



“Again, what where you thinking?” Willow piped in.



“Umm, not seeing an issue with that final part,” Xander stated.



“Shut up, Xander!” Both Anya and Buffy snapped. Of course he ignored them and continued to speak.



“I'm afraid I'm with Wills on this one G-man. Council-y goodness so not what we need right now. Not that they have any goodness in them in any way. Council bad. Very bad!”




Giles rolled his eyes at the construction worker before stealing a glance back at Buffy. He took a hesitant step towards her. “Buffy, I'm sorry this is causing you so much stress. That was not my intention, it was only to help.”



“Oh yeah, and the Council has helped me so much in the past.”



“But Amanda isn't the Council.”



“No, she just happens to work for them, tweed and all.” Buffy sighed, flopping back down onto the sofa.



“She's sworn to secrecy. Neither Travers nor the Council will ever know.”



Buffy's face grew dim as she pinned Giles with a cold glare. “And if they do, I swear, Giles, it's your ass on the line. We're talking about the safety of my unborn child here. And something tells me the Council wouldn't welcome a baby fathered by a vampire with open arms.”



Disgusted, the Slayer stormed out of the apartment without another word.



“She's just upset, that's all.” Giles offered up to the group, more to soothe himself than anyone else.



“I hope so, Giles. Because an angry Buffy is a not so pleasant Buffy to be around. And, not sure if you noticed, but her hormones have been on a roller coaster ride from Hell... and I have to live with her,” Willow grumbled.



Giles silently agreed as he headed for the kitchen to get something strong to drink.



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Buffy had finally calmed down by the end of the next day. She slowly dragged herself back to her dorm room intent on taking a nice long nap before patrol. The morning sickness may have been getting better, but her exhaustion was just as bad as it was at the beginning of the pregnancy. Pushing the door open Buffy was not surprised to not find Willow inside. 'Most likely out with Tara, her new best friend,' inner Buffy pouted.



Okay, granted, Tara wasn't Willow's best friend; she was her honey, but still. Buffy wanted some attention; she was feeling neglected. Spike got hot chocolate with tiny marshmallows from her mom, Willow got a girl friend in Tara, Xander had a wedding to plan with Anya, and Dawn had a birthday party scheduled for the next day.




Buffy's pout deepened. Everyone had someone or something, and she had nothing.




'Gah, sulky much, Buffy?'




'Just think, if you could get that foot out of your mouth and tell Spike. You would have someone to be with.' Logical Buffy chirped.




Buffy decided to ignore logical Buffy, and gave into her utter loneliness. About to ponder - because the Slayer did not brood - over the sucky-ness that was her life, she flopped back onto her bed. But she was interrupted by a knock at the door. Buffy was about to say 'come in' when memories of Willow inviting Spike in unintentionally last year - leading to them finding out his chipped status - danced in her head. It was almost dusk, and maybe some other stupid vampire would try and do the same thing. Getting up off the bed Buffy walked to the door and opened it.



“Buffy,” Anya greeted.



“Hey, Anya.” the Slayer stepped back allowed the ex-demon entrance. “To what do I owe to this visit?”



“I don't normally go out of my way for these things, but I want everyone cheery and in a friendly mood for my wedding. It's my special day, and I want everything to be perfect.”



“And I'm sure it will be, Anya. The wedding is still a few months away.” What was Anya bothering her for? She just wanted to be alone to wallow in self pity.



“I'm quite sure everyone won't be. You're mad at Giles, which is making him all frumpy, which is driving down my profit margins. So I want you to make up with him. It's not as if he deliberately set out to cause you harm, Buffy. He's only trying to help by contacting this Wesley person. Is he weaselly? Because I picture him with closely set eyes. Red and beady just like those evil bunnies. Oh, and oily hair.”



Buffy giggled at the mental image Anya painted for her. “No, Wesley is not weaselly. He's my ex-watcher and now works with Angel. And you're right, I know Giles didn't do it on purpose, it's just... He could have told me first, ya know?”



“Yes, I know. Men are so rash, and quickly do things without asking others their opinions. Made my job quite easy, women never ran out of things to wish vengeance on. Seriously, if they only used their heads instead of thinking with their dicks, there would be no need for vengeance demons. But I'm sure Giles wasn't thinking with his dick when he contacted Wesley. Unless Giles knew Wesley would contact his sister, which then would be included in the whole thinking with one's dick.”



Buffy couldn't help but laugh at Anya's conclusion.



“Anya, can I ask you a question?”



“Yes, you may.”



“How many pregnant slayers did you run into over the centuries?”



Anya sat down at the desk chair before speaking. “I didn't met any personally. Though, Halfrek said she did meet one calling on vengeance once. Think it was around 1920 something .”




Buffy's brow arched at that, her interest piqued. “What do you mean vengeance?”




“I'll have to ask her. At the time I wasn't interested. Slayers always seemed to want vengeance after they are called. I don't blame you at all, I mean, your whole life is basically over at a young age. Risking it all for a world that stays blind to what you do, and stupid to all the evil things that lurk in the shadows.” Anya looked down at her watch. “Look, Buffy, I have to get back to the store. The after work crowd will be pouring in soon.”




“Yeah, okay. I'll see you later, and don't for get to ask Halfrek.”




“I won't. Dawn's party, six pm, tomorrow night. I want to see what gifts she gets. You can tell how much your friends care about you based on how expensive their gifts are. All though I'm not expecting too much from fourteen year olds, but if they really care, they better have gotten Dawn something good.”




Buffy barely paid attention as Anya let herself out of the dorm room. She was more focused on why the past pregnant slayer was intent on revenge. And, more importantly, for what? The blonde walked over to the phone. She had some apologizing to do, and maybe she should mention this bit of information to Giles for further investigation.



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