Damage

Buffy silently crept up to the back of the house, on her way to the sliding doors that went into Spike’s study, hoping he would be in there. The doors were slid open a couple inches and she peeked through a sliver she could see through the drapes that were closed. The place looked like it had been ransacked. She had been in such a daze earlier of shock and confusion about the pregnancy that she had zoned out when everyone else heard the noises before they left.

She saw Spike’s figure come into view and raised her hand to knock on the glass to make him aware of her presence but quickly put it back down when she noticed Riley was with him. With the door slightly open she could hear their conversation.

“I don’t care. I don’t want you touching that girl.” Spike said.
“But Dad! I love her. She’s my girlfriend.” Riley exclaimed.
“Not anymore. I don’t want you seeing her. She is trouble and not a nice girl Riley. You saw those condoms. What kind of 17 year old girl carries them around like that? Look at how she dresses and the makeup she wears? She might act the blushing virgin to you but I’d wager to say she’s been round the block a few times.” Spike replied.
“I…I…I just don’t want to believe that about her Dad” Riley pouted.
“You need to think about your future and you’re not going anywhere with a girl like Buffy. You’re going to college here shortly. You’re a smart kid and you’ll be getting a full scholarship. Buffy isn’t too bright. Do you really think she can hack it at any school you would be going to? You’ll meet a new girl. One more like you who deserves you.” Spike continued.

Riley sat down on the couch, “You can’t help who you fall in love with Dad” he said sadly.
“No, you can’t.” Spike sighed. “But never the less, you’re to end it with her the next time you see her. Get your ring back. I won’t have my son parading around town with a floozy like Buffy. Even with condoms, there could be an accident. The last thing we need is her to get knocked up. Then you’ll have a barefoot and pregnant floozy holding you back. You do not have sex with her! She is probably the type to try and trap a guy with a baby. You know what I’m talking about. You end it with her and that’s final. Do you understand me, son?”
“Yes, Sir” Riley hung his head in defeat.
“Now…go…do whatever it is you kids do these days. I need to clean up this mess.” Spike said.
“O.K. Dad. Bye” Riley left the room sulking.

Buffy stood outside, tears streaming down her face. She had heard the whole thing. The entire horrible thing. A sob erupted from her throat be she she could stifle it. Spike was bending over picking up papers and books when he heard the noise.
“Who’s there?” he called, setting the books down on his desk and walking closer to the sliding doors.
Buffy turned to run and tripped in her haste to get away. Spike whipped back the draperies and saw her sprawled on the patio slab, clutching a skinned knee.
“Buffy? What the bloody hell are you doing?” Spike asked.
“Nnnnoothing…I’m leaving…” Buffy scrambled to get up.
“You’re hurt” Spike moved closer.
“Don’t touch me. Stay away from me!” Buffy backed away.
“Buffy? Luv? What’s the matter? Why are you here? Did something happen? Why don’t you come inside?” Spike rattled off questions.

“Fuck you” Buffy spat at him.
“WHAT? Alright. What in the bleeding hell is going on? Come in here right now before the neighbors see, Buffy” Spike ordered her.
“You don’t tell me what to do. You’re not my father, remember?” Buffy said defiantly.
“Well if I was, I’d have taken you over my knee and tanned your hide a few times because Lord knows you need it. Now get inside!” Spike said harshly as he grabbed her arm and yanked her into the house, sliding the door closed behind them. He then walked over and locked the door that went to the hallway. He turned back around and Buffy was huddled still by the sliding doors.

“Are you going to tell me now what is wrong? Have you been crying? Please, Buffy, tell me. I can’t make it better if you don’t talk to me. We just need to be quiet so we’re not heard, alright?” Spike walked over to her and attempted to take her in his arms.
Buffy drew her hand back and slapped him full across the face. “That’s for what you said about me”
Spike’s eyes widened in shock and anger as her hand connected with his face then the light bulb clicked on upstairs as he heard her words and finally realized she had been standing there long enough to hear his conversation with Riley.

“Buffy? Honey…you heard Riley and me?” Spike asked.
“Yes. I heard it all. The whole glorious thing. I hate you.” Buffy’s eyes shot venom at him.
“Buffy…let me explain…baby...please…I only said those things to get Riley to break up with you…I lost it earlier. I couldn’t stand seeing you with him. I had to think of a way to….Christ Buffy…I’m sorry….I didn’t mean those things…you have to believe me baby.” Spike put his hands on her shoulders.

“So that was your grand plan, Spike? Make Riley think I’m the dumb town slut. Get him to break up me me and then what? How and when do I ever get to see you? I can’t obviously come over here anymore now. No reason to if I’m not seeing him. You’re the grand master of great plans, aren’t you?” Buffy responded.
“You got a better idea? What in the bleeding hell do you expect me to do, Buffy? Just stand idly by and watch my girlfriend and my son snogging every time I turn around?” Spike threw his hands up in the air in exasperation.
“I’m your girlfriend?” Buffy’s anger dissipated into a slight smile.
“Buffy…” Spike began, taking her chin into his hand and drawing her face to his. He kissed her soft and sensuously. “You’re my everything”.

“Bad dog Spike! Went out and got a little kitten when he has a cat at home” purred Drusilla.
Spike spun around and saw Dru standing by the door, a key in her one hand with which she obviously used to unlock his study door and a porcelain doll in the other hand.
“Oh God…” Buffy froze in fear taking in the striking pale brunette woman.
“Dru…what are you doing out of your rooms?” Spike crossed the floor over to her.
“Miss Edith told me that we had party guests. I see they are both here” Dru looked Buffy up and down.
“Dru, you know you aren’t supposed to come into my study without my permission.” Spike took the key from her hand.
“Miss Edith unlocked it my naughty wicked Spike” Dru began rolling her arms in a dance.
“Go back to your room, Dru. I’ll be up later” Spike ordered her.
“I see her floating all around you. Why won’t you push her away, Spike?” Dru’s brow creased.

“I sssshould gggooo” Buffy finally spoke up, turning to flee.
“No! Don’t move” Spike looked at Buffy then turned back to Drusilla.
“Dru, go upstairs now. Miss Edith is tired and needs to go upstairs.” Spike turned her towards the door.
“Can we have a tea party?” Dru asked him.
“Yes. You go and set the table and I’ll bring the tea up in a bit” Spike answered.
“Sunshine will be having tea for two soon.” Dru said to Spike then looked at Buffy and said, “You think you know what’s to come? You haven’t even begun yet” and then she swept out of the room and Spike shut and locked the door once more. He turned back around to face Buffy.
“Sorry you had to witness that” he walked back over to her.
“You never told me how pretty she is” Buffy said with a frown.
“Buffy…” Spike started.
“I’M PREGNANT” Buffy just blurted out cutting him off.
“HUH?” Spike’s face registered shock.

“I’m pregnant, Spike” Buffy slumped into his desk chair and sobbed into her hands.
“How? I mean…Christ, I know bloody how but…it’s only been…I mean…and you were…and…are you sure? It’s…It’s mine isn’t it?” Spike said.
“WHAT? Of course it is! Who the hell else’s would it be? Oh yeah, that’s right, I forgot. I’m the town whore now. Barefoot and pregnant just holding you back.” Buffy’s tears began anew.
“FUCK!” Spike swore and walked over to the buffet table against one wall and gripped the edges with his hands so tight his knuckles went white.

“That’s all you can say? Fuck?” Buffy said.
“Just give me a minute” Spike mumbled over his shoulder. He cocked his head to the side and cracked his neck then he grabbed a glass and a bottle of bourbon from the top of the buffet table and filled the glass to the rim. He downed the glass and slammed it onto the table.

Buffy mistook his actions and started babbling, “I…can get rid of it. I know you don’t want it…I can…take care of it…I”
Spike turned and marched over to her and grabbed her by the shoulders. “You’ll do no such thing! You aren’t “getting rid” of anything. Do you hear me Buffy?” Spike’s eyes bore into hers.
“But I just thought….you wouldn’t want…and you’re mad at me and…” Buffy trailed off.
“I’m not mad at you, Buffy. I’m mad at ME. But…just…let me think…I’ll…figure something out. I’ll take care of you…” Spike ran his fingers through his hair.
“My mom’s going to kill me, Spike” Buffy whispered.
“YOU? Your mum’s going to kill ME! Or worse, castrate me!” Spike replied.

“I’m so sorry, Spike” Buffy hugged him.
“Baby, it’s not your fault. It’s mine…I should have…dammit...doesn’t matter now, does it? The damage is done.” Spike said.
“The doctor did the urine test today and it was positive but she took my blood and is calling me in a couple days with the results from that which will make it definite but I’m almost positive I am.” Buffy informed him.
“O.K. no one else knows, right?” Spike asked her.
“No, except the doctor. Just you and me” Buffy answered.
“Buffy, you can’t tell anyone…at least not yet. Not even your friend Willow” Spike told her.

“What about Riley and….your wife?” Buffy asked.
“Well, Riley is going to break up with you, remember.” Spike said sheepishly, “and Dru…she is so out of it, it doesn’t matter”
“It matters to me. You’re married to her.” Buffy told him.
“I know…I know” Spike sighed, “Just give me some time to think…get things in order…the holidays are just a couple weeks away…and then you turn 18….then we can go from there…” Spike replied.

“Dr. Burkle wants you to come with me when I have my 6 week prenatal visit.” Buffy informed him.
“You didn’t tell her who I am did you?” Spike looked worried.
“No!” Buffy responded.
“Good. She could report me…” Spike said.
“I’m sorry Spike. I don’t want you to get in trouble. I didn’t mean for this to happen. I’m so scared” Buffy’s lower lip trembled.
“Come here baby. It’s O.K. Ssshhhh” he rubbed her back and held her close, “Daddy’s gonna make everything O.K. Don’t you worry.” He kissed the top of her head. They stood there for long minutes just holding each other.

On one hand Spike felt like his world was crumbling to pieces and on the other he felt like he was finally breaking free. Buffy made him feel alive for the first time in years. If this was the price he had to pay, then…well he would deal with it.

Christ, he was scared shitless though. Joyce Summers was probably going to have his ass thrown in jail when this came out and it was definitely coming out whenever Buffy’s stomach started to come out. Riley would hate him. It’s one thing to fuck your son’s girlfriend but to get her pregnant, well, that takes the cake don’t it? And the icing on that cake was his wife. Crazy as she may be, she was still technically and legally his wife.

“I need to go soon, Spike. It’s getting late. My mom will wonder where I am” Buffy pulled away finally.
“I can’t let you walk home alone. It’s dark out now. Umm…go out the back like you came and walk down a block and I’ll be by to pick you up. I’ll tell Riley I’m running out for some ciggies” Spike told her.
“O.K. Bye…for now” she gave him a quick peck on his lips and then darted out the sliding doors.

Spike grabbed his jacket and left his study. He went upstairs to find Riley in his room. He was asleep on his bed with his headphones. He closed the door and went down to the kitchen and tacked a note on the fridge saying he went to the store. He went to the garage and got in his car and pulled out, closing it behind him with the remote control.

He saw Buffy flag him down a block up like he had told her. She was standing on the corner. He pulled up and she opened the door and got in.
“Put your seatbelt on” Spike told her.
“Yes Captain Safety” Buffy teased him.
“Har de har har” Spike mocked laughing.
Spike drove towards Buffy’s house. When he got close to her street, he said, “I’ll drop you off down the block so your mum and sis don’t see me, pet”
Buffy put her hand on his thigh, “Do you have to take me home….just now?” she looked up at him.
“I thought you said your mum would be worried” Spike said.
“I know…but…well it is Friday night…and…I’m just...I’m not ready for you not to be here yet” she replied.
“Buffy…I should…Oh fuck it…” He stopped and turned the car in the other direction and sped off.
“Where do you want to go?” he asked her.
“Anywhere but here” she scooted closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder.

Continued in Chapter 11- Breaking Up is hard to do