Magic Moments

Spike pounded on the door and waited.

What the hell is Willow going to say?

What if she can’t fix this?

What if she hits me with a shovel?

…

Maybe this isn’t such a good idea.

Fuck it.

Spike turned to leave just as the door creaked open and a mop of messy red hair peered through the opening.

“Spike? What are you doing here?” a bleary voice asked as she opened the door wider.

“Erm…nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“Nothing.”

“I see.”

“Right, then. Now that’s all sorted, I’ll be off.”

“…Okay?”

“Right.”

“Spike?”

“Yeah?”

“What’s up? And don’t say ‘nothing’.”

Spike opened his mouth. The urge to say ‘nothing’ burned like the desire to make puppy soup on a cold winter's day. He closed his mouth again and pulled out his cigarettes. “Not much.”

Willow glared. “So why are you here?”

“Can’t a bored vamp call on his friends in the middle of the night, no-more?”

“What are you up to? Is it Xander? Have you gotten him into trouble?”

Spike fought the urge to laugh hysterically. “No,” he finally managed.

“Then what is it?”

“…Milk.”

“Milk?”

“Yeah. We ran out. I drank it all. Wondered if you had some spare. Harris will do his nut if he can’t have his Frosties, first thing.”

“Is that really all?”

“Course.”

Willow rolled her eyes and trudged back into the house. “Milk. Wakes me up for milk. Damn vampire,” she mumbled.

Fuck it. Can’t tell her. She’ll bloody curse me and shrink my bits and bobs. Can’t have that. Fuck it.

Who else could help? Tara? Hmm, maybe. Could at least use her as a full body shield if Willow found out. Course, bloody Glinda would probably grass me up.

“There you are.”

“Cheers, luv.”

“Tell Xander that I’ll be calling him in the morning, just in case.”

A small trickle of panic fluttered inside Spike’s belly. “Right. I’ll tell him. Night, then.”

Spike walked away from the house and bit back the urge to rush back, pound on the closing door, fall to his knees and beg for help.

No.

That way only led to evisceration.

Shit. Now what? Just tell Xander? No, no, no, no. He’ll be so mad. Need a buffer. Need some information, at least. A way out. Need to give Xander some sort of hope or I’ll get my arse kicked, royally.

Who else can I ask? Tara isn’t an option. Buffy? No fucking way. Besides the fact that she’d poke my heart out with the nearest pencil, the bint’s bloody useless at the mojo stuff. Giles? Shit, Maybe. He might understand better than the girls. He’d understand how Xander feels. He might be able to stop this before it starts. Xander would never have to know. And if he can’t stop it…at least he would look into it without bloody giggling. But…maybe I should tell Xander first…should I?

Spike paused in the middle of the road. One way led to Xander’s and the other to the Watcher’s place.

Giles it is, then. No, I’ll tell Xander and let him decide what to do…No, I’ll get my backside kicked. I’ll go see Giles first. Get some info, undo the spell if we can…No, that would be going behind Xander’s back. I’ll go tell Xander. But what if he…cries? Not sure I could deal with that. I’ll go get the Watcher… No…

Spike screamed up at the sky. “FUUUUUCK!”

Hmm, I feel a little better. A good loud curse always clears the brain. Right. To Giles’ it is!

**

~Bang, bang~

~grumble, mumble~

~Creak~

“Good Lord, Spike. Do you have any idea what time it is?”

“Actually, no. Ain’t got a watch.”

Giles sighed. “Whatever do you want?”

“Got a teeny, tiny problem,” Spike said casually, pinching his thumb and forefinger together to show just how teeny, tiny the problem really was.

“I’m sure I’m not going to want to hear this but, do go on.”

“Me and Harris got hit by some major mojo.”

Giles’ eyes widened with growing concerned. “Is Xander…”

“Yeah, yeah, he’s alright…sorta. See, the mojo kind of left us with a bit of a problem.”

“And what’s that?”

“It put a bun in Xander’s oven.”

“Good Lord! That is most strange…I thought Xander only had a hot-plate.”

“Eh?! No, you bloody idiot! It knocked him up!”

“Oh dear! Was he hurt badly? Xander’s taken quite a few knocks in his time. He has an astonishingly hard head, but one of these days…”

“No! For fucks sake! Are you even awake?!”

“As a matter of fact, no, I am most definitely still half asleep. And I would still be fully asleep if it wasn’t for you standing on my doorstep spouting all sorts of notions about bread products and Xander’s latest attempt to make himself black and blue all over.”

“Listen, you pompous git. Me and Xander got caught by this bloody great blue freak of a demon and it cast a spell on us. The spell has made Xander pregnant. And somehow, fuck knows how, but somehow, the child is mine. Got it, now? Want a bloody diagram?”

Giles gaped and reached up to take off his glasses. Those lenses must be due for a damn good polishing. Finding that he wasn’t wearing his glasses, the time felt right for a small panic.

“Whoa, breathe, Watcher, for crying out loud!”

“I-I-I must sit…No! I’ll stand…No, sit…No!”

“Bloody hell, a lot of use you are.”

“Quite right. Quite right. I must collect myself.” Giles had a quick think. “Can I assume as there is a lack of Xander on my doorstep, that he doesn’t know?”

“You can assume that, yeah.”

“Oh dear.”

“So, got any ideas?”

“Well, taking into account the current situation and my experience with this type of magical spell…no, I haven’t got a bloody clue.”

Spike was the glummest vampire in all of Sunnydale.

TBC…