Next Door

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“You cant be.” Spike said in a deceptively calm voice. Inside he was trembling and he was damned if he was gunna show her that.
“I am…it must have happened the night of our anniversary.” Drusilla grinned.
“How will your little mistress take it if she found out I was pregnant hmm?” She asked curiously.
“Dru…my god.” he sobbed finally realising what this meant. Buffy would be broken if she found out Dru was pregnant but that wasn’t it entirely…no…what really broke him was the knowledge that he would be stuck to Drusilla forever. He dropped his head and began to sob.

After he had put his bag down and disappeared upstairs Drusilla let the smile drop and she looked around the room frantically.
Oh crap! What the hell am I gunna do! Pregnant! Dear god how was she gunna pull this off! They hadn’t even had sex that night! She knew she could lie but this was huge and it would be impossible to fake. She looked down at her hands and bit her lip as she searched for a solution that was gunna be hard to find.

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“Hey Buffy…are you okay?” Cordelia asked patting her friend on the back as she stared glumly out of their classroom window. Buffy came out of her thoughts and turned to face Cordelia as if for the first time.
“Look…I know you love him and everything but maybe its time to let go.” Cordelia sighed stroking back Buffy’s hair.
“Im pregnant.”
Cordelia’s jaw dropped and she stared at her friend in utter disbelief. The signs had all been there of course it was just a week ago that Buffy had told her about her second missed period but Cordelia had shrugged it off completely disbelieving that that could happen. She had even ignored the early morning sickness that her friend had been victim to but now…well now was time to open her eyes she guessed.
“Are you sure?” She asked quietly.
“I took three pregnancy tests…I have a doctors appointment after school…will you come with me?”
The vulnerability in her friends voice had Cordelia close to tears and she didn’t care that she was in a class full of students she wrapped her friend into a tight hug and kissed the top of her head.
“Of course I will be Buffy. Best friends forever remember.” Cordelia whispered feeling her friends tears wet her shirt.

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Buffy sat on the examination table nervously playing with the edges of the gown she was wearing while Cordelia paced next to her. They both looked up when the doctor re entered the room giving them both reassuring smiles.
“Well Miss Summers the blood works back and you are defiantly pregnant.” the doctor informed her giving her an encouraging smile.
“Now im gunna roll this over your stomach okay and you’ll be able to hear the heart beat. Could you lift up your gown please.”
The cold jelly was applied to her skin and Buffy shut her eyes tightly waiting for the sound that was sure to change her life. She felt Cordy take a hold of her hand and she smiled faintly thankful for her friends support. She opened her eyes at the first thud of the heart beat and she stared at Cordelia in complete awe at the fast thudding that filled the room.
“is it supposed to be that loud?” Buffy asked worriedly.
“Yes its perfectly normal don’t worry about it.” The doctor smiled sweetly seeing the look of relief wash over the young girls face.
“Your around two months gone.” the doctor informed her as she cleaned away the equipment.
Cordelia looked down at Buffy with a frown and saw the look on her friend face.
“What’s the matter sweetie?”
“When I got pregnant…it must have been that night. The first time we…” Buffy trailed off looking down at her stomach just as a fat tear rolled own her cheek and onto the gown she was wearing.

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“Please tell me this is a wind up.” Angel pleaded looking at his brother incredulously.
“Angel…believe me. I wish it were.” Spike muttered.
They both just sat there silently nursing their drinks.
“I cant leave her…it may sound real nineteenth century but I cant have my kid grow up without a dad.” Spike said.
“Well…you can still leave and be a part of the kids life right?” Angel shrugged.
“And have it on weekends? No...I couldn’t do that. I wont be our dad Angel. I loved Dru once…maybe I can find that again.” Spike choked out.
“Spike…we both know that aint gunna happen. You are head over heels in love with one Buffy Summers. You will never love Dru again.” Angel sighed.
“So what should I do?”
“I think you’ve already decided. Your gunna do the bloody noble thing like you’ve always done and stay in a loveless marriage just cos ‘its the right thing to do’.” Angel sighed taking another deep swig of his beer. Their mum was gunna love this.
“I need to speak to Buffy.” Spike sighed getting up and leaving the club heading home to where he knew Buffy was.

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“Spike?”
“Yeah its me luv.”
“Why are you…I mean hey.” She caught herself feeling a little bit of hope swell in her chest. Maybe they weren’t completely over after all.
“Listen pet…is your mum or Giles home?” He asked.
“No…their out on a date.”
“I’ll be over in five.”
He put the phone down before she had a chance to say anything else and she bolted for the back door to meet him. He walked in sheepishly and Buffy’s hope deflated when she noticed. He wasn’t walking or looking like a guy who was about to make up with someone. No that was the face of someone who had bad news to deliver.
“What’s wrong?” Buffy asked nervously.
“I…its obvious we’ve been avoiding each other for awhile now…” Spike started trying to get the nerve to say everything he ha practised.
“Seeing how hurt you were when you came over that day…well it shook me up luv. I never wanted to see you that hurt again…and to clear it up I didn’t take her to The Hideaway…I would never do that.” He said adamantly.
Buffy smiled a little and moved forward as if to touch him and her smile dropped when he moved away.
“Which is why we cant keep doing this….I don’t want you to hurt and you will be if we carry on.” Spike sighed.
“What? No I wont…Spike I’ve got something to tell you.” Buffy said bravely. He couldn’t end things. Not now. She had to tell him she was having his baby. But before she could open her mouth to say anything he beat her to it.
“Dru’s pregnant.”
Buffy almost fell over in shock when she heard it and her hand instinctively went to her stomach for reason she didn’t understand. Oh god no.
“She…no…its cant be…its yours?” She asked in a chocked sob. Everything was just falling apart and she was faced with the very real possibility she was gunna be a single teenage mom.
“That night of the anniversary…I got real drunk. I don’t even remember but she said we…im so sorry Buff I swear I didn’t touch her for the entire time we were together but now…I cant leave her Buffy. I cant do what my father did im not that much of a coward…and…as much as I bloody love you….as much as every thought I have is of you…we cant.” he finished brushing away the tears that were in his eyes.
She felt something snap inside her and she simply nodded her head. Something inside…something valuable had just died and she felt herself give up. She didn’t care anymore. If she didn’t have Spike she didn’t have anything.
The pain was written all over her face and he couldn’t stand there looking at her heart brake because of him any longer so he ran cursing himself along the way.


Buffy had no idea how long she sat on the kitchen floor just staring into space with dried tear tracks running down her face. That’s all she knew was that Spike had gone and she didn’t even bother to tidy herself up when she heard her mom come home from work.
“Buffy? What’s wrong?” Her mother asked in a panicked voice crouching down next to her and looking into her daughter blank eyes in worry. She looked almost dead and she scanned her over looking for injuries but there were none.
“Honey? What’s wrong?” She asked beginning to panic.
“Im pregnant.”
It seemed like the right thing to do at the time. It was the only thought that was running through my head and when you truly thought about it it was hysterical. The man I fell in love with was married and his wife was pregnant and now here I am 8 months away from being 18 and I was knocked up too. Irony sure had its moments. When she started yelling I didn’t really pay much attention. It didn’t really matter any more. Spike had left. What else was there. I only came out of my trance when my mother roughly shook my shoulder.
“Are you even listening to me!!?” She screamed in my face and I just blinked calmly and nodded which only infuriated her more.
“How dare you act so calm!!! Pregnant! How could you be so stupid to get knocked up at 17! Is the father the same man whose condoms I found in your bin? Or have you already moved on from him?” She asked cruelly.
“Mom…”
“Don’t you dare mom me! You are no daughter of mine!”
I flinch at the words. They are the worst of the many cruel things my mom has snarled at me in the last couple of months and that’s saying something. I simply stare at her in disbelief as she picks up the phone dialling angrily.
“Im calling your doctor. I’ll get this mess sorted straight away.” She said calmly.
“What do you mean sorted?” I asked feeling a stab of fear.
“What do you think!? I will not let you have this baby Buffy. You will wreck both our lives.” Joyce growled.
I place a hand over my stomach defensively and back away from her. Its my baby. Its the only thing of Spike I have. No chance am I letting her take my own baby from me.
“No…im not having an abortion.” I say quietly but seriously.
“Yes you are. I will not have you bring a baby into this house.”
“Then I’ll leave.” I throw back not really thinking about what I just said and before I know it im standing on my front porch with a hastily packed duffel bag at my feet and having my front door slammed in my face by my mother as she utters three words that I know I will never get over.

“Don’t come back.”