Two vamps, a girl, and a prophecy

Summary: What happens to Spike (and Angel) after ‘Not Fade Away.’
Rating: NC-17 Explicit sexual descriptions (later on), some language.
Pairings: Dawn/Spike, with a small side of Buffy/Xander.
Feedback: Yes, please. This is my first time posting a fic, so be gentle!
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Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em. I’m just borrowing them for a while since Joss isn’t using them anymore.

Chapter 21

“Hoooo, boy!” Angel whistled quietly. “I’m gonna go help Faith with that soup!” He announced, rushing out of the room.

“Thanks a lot, chickenshit!” Xander grumbled as he wrapped his arms around the frantically sobbing blonde who was using the remarkably fashionable green, silky looking shirt he was wearing as a handkerchief. “Buffy, honey, you’re not fat. Sweetie, she doesn’t know! Please stop crying!” Buffy heedlessly continued crying into his chest and Xander’s eyes suddenly lit up mischievously as he began to speak again, “Honey, if you keep doing this to all of my new clothes I’m going to hunt down my old ones.” His tone was soft, and very deliberate as he grinned rather evilly over her head.

Buffy immediately stepped away from him and wiped her eyes as her sobs began to subside. “You wouldn’t dare!” She chuckled weakly as she turned toward the bed.

“Buff, I’m sorry!” Dawn apologized, staring guiltily at her sister. “I mean, you’re not really that fat…” Her eyes bulged as she got a really good look at her sister’s extremely swollen stomach. If she didn’t know better, it looked like…

“Your sister is five months pregnant, luv.” Spike murmured quietly in her ear.

“How the heck did that happen?!” Dawn yelped, pointing at her sister’s abdomen. Buffy narrowed her eyes and smirked, tilting her head to one side. “I mean, I know how it happens, but, well, you just weren’t four months pregnant when I fell asleep…what the heck happened?”

“I was the first one to try to pull you away from Spike,” Buffy said with a small smile, moving closer to the side of the bed. “When I grabbed you, I felt this weird sort of shock or something, but it faded away when I laid you on the floor. I didn’t notice this…” she gestured at her enlarged stomach, “until after we got rid of the demon. Dr. Wilcox did an ultrasound, and he said I appeared to be about four months pregnant, at the time. Giles and Althenea think I must have gotten hit by all the energy you were pouring into Spike, and it fast forwarded the pregnancy by a few months.”

“I did that?” Dawn gasped, still pointing at Buffy’s stomach in disbelief.

Xander grinned and wrapped his arms around Buffy from behind, caressing the rounded bulge lovingly. “Actually, I did this, thank you very much. You just sped it up.” He smiled proudly and winked cockily at Dawn.

“Oh my god!” Dawn suddenly realized that Xander was no longer wearing his eye patch, and he had winked his left eye at her, which was, of course, the eye Caleb had taken. “How did you…” She squealed delightedly and smacked the side of her forehead as the answer hit her. “You were the one who stabbed the Mohra! It made your eye grow back!” She bounced excitedly on the bed, and Spike growled and tried to pin her down.

“Take it easy, luv!” He grumbled, putting his hands on her shoulders to try to hold her in place.

Xander laughed happily, and said, “The Mohra wasn’t a complete waste of time.” At this, Buffy teared up again slightly, and wrapped her arm around his waist, smiling adoringly up at him.

“Wow!” Dawn looked back and forth between the smiling pair. “That’s just…Wow!” She opened her arms and gestured for them to come closer, and they both threw themselves at her, wrapping her in an enthusiastic double hug. “Congratulations!” She wheezed as they squeezed most of the air from her lungs.

“Thanks!” Buffy squeaked happily, then pulled back to look anxiously at Dawn. “How are you feeling? Are you okay? I was starting to think you might miss the whole pregnancy. We were going to put her in here with you so the crying would wake you up, if you didn’t wake up before the birth.”

Dawn laughed. “I’m okay. I kind of felt like my arms and legs were made of lead when I first woke up, but I’m feeling better already.” She waved her arms around to demonstrate, and then pushed into an upright position, ignoring Spike’s protests. “I’m kind of hungry though, and if someone doesn’t get this stupid IV out I’m going to do it myself!” She poked irritably at the tape holding the thin tube in her arm. The longer she was awake, the more normal she felt, and now she just wanted to take a shower and attack the nearest hamburger.

“Whoa!” Spike protested. “Take it easy, Dawn.”

“I feel okay, really!” Dawn laughed. “Grungy, but okay!”

“You really should take it easy at first,” Buffy said warningly, exchanging a significant look with Spike. “You don’t want to wear yourself out by doing too much too soon.”

“Can I at least take a shower?” Dawn pouted, rolling her eyes.

“How about a bath?” Spike countered. When she shot him an annoyed look, he ran his tongue along his teeth and suggested in a low, husky voice. “I’ll wash your hair for you.”

“Okay!” Dawn agreed eagerly.

“No way!” Buffy and Xander protested in unison, their jaws dropping open simultaneously.

“Buffy, I thought you said you weren’t gonna do this?” Dawn tilted her head to the side and stared her sister down.

For several seconds Buffy met her gaze defiantly, but then she sighed and rolled her eyes. “Fine. But no funny business!” She looked at Spike expectantly, and he immediately nodded.

“I’m not stupid, you know,” He retorted grouchily. “I wouldn’t do anything to risk her health.”

“I know,” Buffy smiled softly at him. “But you aren’t exactly the poster child for will power, either.”

“I’ve waited this long. I can wait as long as it takes,” Spike replied confidently, gently rubbing Dawn’s back as he spoke.

“Why don’t you use the tub in my bathroom,” Buffy suggested, apparently giving in completely. “It’s bigger.”

“You should have a crown. ‘Bloody Queen of Mixed Messages!’” Spike snorted, but slipped off the bed and started for the door. “You stay there. I’m gonna go run your bath and then I’ll come get you.” He ordered, pointing at Dawn until she rolled her eyes and nodded.

“He really cares about you, Dawnie,” Buffy murmured after the vampire had left. “He barely left your side while you were out. He didn’t want you to wake up without him here.” She smiled, gazing thoughtfully toward the door.

“Awww!” Dawn groaned. “But I did. Angel made him leave to get blood or something.” She shrugged sadly. “I guess I blew it.”

“Nah,” Xander shook his head and reached over to rub her shoulder. “Having you wake up just made his…century. Doesn’t matter who was where when it happened. We’re all just ecstatic to finally have you back!” He smiled warmly at her and leaned over to kiss her on the cheek.

Dawn blushed slightly, embarrassed by all the attention. “Um, Buffy, can you help me change into my bathrobe?” Pushing away the covers, she groaned disgustedly and yanked them back up. “God, would it have killed you guys to shave my legs?”
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Okay, finally got the exposition out of the way. Should finally have some smut coming up soon.