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Chapter 37


Spike bolted up from his chair and grabbed Buffy's arm, halting her
from making any steps away from him. "Where the hell do you think you're going?"

The animosity was blaring off him in waves. He looked about ready to
pummel something.

Buffy blinked at him, "I'm going over there to tell him he's a father."

"He's not a father. He's a sperm donor Buffy. He doesn't deserve to be a
father!" Spike hissed.

"He needs to know," Buffy hissed back, yanking her arm away from Spike's tight grasp.

"He doesn't need to know anything. He left you Buffy."

Buffy leveled him with her eyes. "Wouldn't you want to know?"

At first, he looked as if she'd slapped him across the face. Then, his
expression darkened once more. "I'll tell him. I've got a few things I'd like
to tell him," and with his fists balled at the sides, he spun towards Brian and
made but a step in his direction before Buffy grabbed him and pulled on his
arm.

"Punching him is not going to do anything," Buffy told him, trying to keep
her emotions in check and finding it difficult. As if seeing the elusive Brian
wasn't enough, now she had Spike about ready to go postal. She trusted
him, why couldn't he trust her now? She had to do the right thing and she
had to make him understand it.

"He left you!" Spike exclaimed. "He lied to you."

"Spike, you're making a scene."

"I don't bloody care. That wanker gave you a fake name and left you. He
doesn't deserve to be a father."

"He doesn't KNOW he's a father."

"And you don't need to tell him."

"Yes, I do. Spike, sit down. Please?"

Glaring at her, Spike sat down hard in his chair. Buffy sat down, smiling
apologetically at the people around her.

"Listen; despite what he did to me, it's not about me. It's about the baby,"
Buffy explained calmly. "It's not about what he deserves Spike. It's what he
needs to know. What if he wanted to be part of the baby's life if he knew—"

Spike snorted.

"Thanks, that's just what I needed to hear," Buffy snapped.

"I don't want him near you or the baby. The baby is mine, dammit."

She couldn't deal with the implications of that statement at the moment.
"Spike, think of the baby—"

"I AM thinking of the baby. I'm the one that's here. I'm the one that went
to your first appointment. I'm the one that lied to your parents—"

"Okay, I get it. You're the one who did it all. Spike; think of the health
reasons of why I should tell him. What if something happened down the line
and he had what she needed to help her."

"People adopt all the time Buffy without knowing any of that stuff.
Sometimes, you just can't help it."

"So I should let the chance to help my baby out in any way I can go just
because he was an asshole to me? You don't know that doesn't mean he'd
want to be part of his child's life if he knew it existed. This isn't about how
he treated me, or he and I being or not being a couple, it has to do with the
baby."He didn't say a word.

"I'm going over there. You can either stay or leave."

"I'm not going anywhere. I want to go with you."

"Absolutely not."

"Why the bloody hell not?" he exclaimed.

She pointed at him. "That would by why not. Because you can't be rational
right now."

"What do you expect Buffy? He hurt you. He lied to you and he left you."

"I was there, remember?"

"You didn't know he would do that!"

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her already rattled nerves.
"Remember when we were on the way to my doctor's appointment?"

He nodded.


"And remember what you said? You said that what Brian did to me made
you think that somewhere out there there was another us, another Spike
with a Buffy of his own that was alone and scared. Let's say there was, and
let's say it was you that impregnated someone. If she had the chance to tell
you, wouldn't you want her to?"

"When are you going to stop throwing that in my face? I can never do right
by you, isn't that right?"

"That's not what I'm trying to say—"

"You brought up my past again!"

"I was bringing up a point that YOU made." Tears sprang to her eyes out of
frustration. "You know what I can't talk to you right now. You're not
listening to me, and I can't keep trying to explain myself to you."

"Now you know how it feels," he told her angrily.

Buffy stood. "I don't really want to be with you right now. I think you
should go."

"See? He's already getting between us—"

"No. YOU'RE getting between us. When you can stop and listen to me,
really listen to me, then we can continue this discussion. But I'm not going
to let this opportunity pass me by."

Spike stood, blocking her way. "Buffy, I love you," he sounded almost
desperate. His face drawn with regret.

"I know."

He stepped aside then and she marched over to Brian. He watched her
walk up, a smirk planted on his face and she recalled he didn't have that
same confident smirk when they'd met. He'd seemed shy and uncertain.
Now he was full of himself. It had been all an act. As if she hadn't figured
that out already.

"Hi Brian."

He eyed her. "Hello--?"

She refrained from punching him or letting that bother her. "Buffy. Is Brian
your real name?"

He smirked, "Yep."

"Fake last name you gave me though."

He shrugged. "A guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do."

"Yeah. Nice. Listen, can I talk to you for a minute?" she looked over at the

entourage that was pointing and chuckling at them. Lovely. All his Neanderthal friends.

"Buffy, listen baby, I know we had a great night but—"

"Can you just stop right there? I really wouldn't want you to have to
embarrass yourself in front of all your friends. Truth is, I could have a
better orgasm just using my vibrator; and probably more than once to, but
really, we don't have to discuss that do we?"

Brian's smirk fell. "Can you guys give us a minute?" His friends dispersed
and Brian set his hard gaze on her. "All right. What is it you could possibly

have to tell me?"

"I'm pregnant. And its yours."

His jaw dropped and he made like a guppy for a minute before stumbling
back and shaking his head. "No, it's not true."

"Yes, it is."

"How do I know you're telling the truth?"

She sighed, "Unfortunately, you don't. But unless you have random girls
coming up to you all—" the look on his face stopped her. "You do have girls
coming up to you all the time. Haven't you learned your lesson yet? You've
got kids all over the place don't you? My God, I'm going to have to tell my
baby to be careful who she dates in high school. She could end up dating her
brother for Christ's sake!"

"If she's a lying whoring bitch like you then you probably will have to
worry."

Buffy's jaw dropped at that, then she felt someone pushing her aside gently.
Spike.

"Okay, you just dug your own grave on that one mate." Before Buffy could
stop him, Spike hauled off and socked Brian right across the face. Brian fell
like a pile of bricks.

"Spike!" Buffy exclaimed, nervous suddenly because his friends were
starting to swarm in.

Spike hauled Brian up by his shirt. "You're disgusting. You're scum. You
don't deserve to lick her boots," he said through clenched teeth. "Tell her
your sorry and I MIGHT let you walk out of here with all your limbs in
tact. And you better tell your friends to back off before I filet them on those
pool cues. There may be more of them but don't underestimate me little
boy. It's not very often I get pissed off and they don't call me Spike for
nothing."

Brian nodded towards his friends who stopped their stalking of Spike. Buffy
noticed the manager coming over to break it up.

"Spike, honey, let's go," Buffy tried soothing him, placing a gentle hand on
his arm.

"Not until the arsehole apologizes."

Brian sputtered, some blood oozing out of his mouth.

"Apologize to the lady and tell her that you don't deserve a Goddess like
her. Tell her you're beneath her and you know it," Spike demanded, dead calm.

"I'm so—"

"LOOK AT HER!"

"I'm sorry Buffy—"

"Like you fucking mean it," Spike hissed.

"All right, let's break this up," the manager came over and tugged on Spike.


"Let the prick apologize to my girl first. Once more with feeling. SAY IT!"

Meeting Buffy's eyes, Brian said, with feeling as ordered: "I'm sorry Buffy. I
don't deserve a Goddess like you. I'm beneath you and I know it."

Spike released him. "There. That's better." He smiled, a sick sadistic smile
that sent a chill through Buffy.

She grabbed his hand and tugged on it. "Honey, let's go okay?"

He looked down at her, his gaze warming instantly. He gave her a quick
nod. "Sure thing."

He shot a pointed look at Brian's friends. "Don't even think of being hero's."

"Not in my parking lot," the manager said. "Get out."

Spike nodded and handed over a few bills to the man. "For dinner.
Thanks."

The man grunted and Buffy drug him away. She was shaking in her little
sandals.

"You all right, kitten?"

"I want to go home."

"Your wish is my command."





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