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Pairings currently: Spike/Buffy
Current rating: SC for sickly cute.


"Spike!" Buffy screamed across just a few feet. Her head starts to spin, she'd love to steady herself in this unholy earthquake but she knows if she closes her eyes for just one second she might...

"Buffy luv... Buffy darling wake up, jus just a dream pet. Common give us a grin..." Spike spoke softly shaking the small muttering blond beside him.

"Spike! I love you... Spike! No, oh god..." Buffy's eyes flew open to find a pair of equally worried blue eyes stareing into hers green ones. Suddenly she was safe. She was home. But the reality of the dream was still with her.

"Was it another one of your nightmares? Are you okay? Here, let me get you a glass of water..." Spike went into parental mode walking across the room with a certain ease that he never lost. Whether he was in or out of her dreams.

"Spike! Oh god Spike don't leave me..." He was back at her side in an instant, though this time with a concerned, confused look.

"What is it baby doll? Whats wrong with my girl... this wasn't just one of your normal dreams was it... Tell me what happened." He pulled her onto his lap, and brushed a stray lock of hair away.

"I don't know... it was like all the others but... this time there was something final about it Spike. I don't know. Something told me this was just the end. We were fighting an army of those nasty old vampire things-"

"The Turok-han." Spike interjected. Buffy heen een having these dreams on and off for a while now. He knew all the vocabulary by heart.

"Yeah... and they were... charging us." Buffy's eyes stared off into space searching for meaning.

"Us. As in?" Spike's eye brows came to gether as he stared into what he thought to be an angel's face. Though apparently something not so heavenly lied beneath.

"The slayers. And we were winning. But I got hurt. Really badly, Spike. And that thing... The first, she was just like me. Same clothes, hair, make up. The bitch even had my same shoes! And she was taunting me... But then I felt better. And... and I started fighting again and then I hear it..."

"What luv?"

"The very end." Buffy's face had been rising with excitment as she gave details to the battle of her dreams, but it fell at this point. Spike saw that was all she was going to say on the matter.

"Well its a good thing thats just a dream there hm? Here luv, you write it down with all the others in this nifty journal Red made ya. I'll go get you and bitty breakfast." With that Spike heaved the pregnant woman off his lap and with a quick pat to her swelling abdomen, he walked out of the room and down the stairs.

Buffy flipped through the manyled led pages to a blank one and quickly began to write in her quick slanted scripty handwritting, before she forgot her dream to the rush of her busy life.

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Mean while, downstairs Spike held the phone between his ear and shoulder while pouring chocolate milk into the bowl of sugary-brown cocoa puffs.

"Red, its me Spike... It happened again, Buffy had another dream... All she would tell me is that it was about this final fight, and that she got really hurt... The turok-han and the first were... the slayers... no she didn't say anything about the scoobies, but I didn't get much out of her." Spike set down the milk in exhaspuration. "No I don't think the captin forehead really needs to know... he's shifty... no I don't trust him... please woman, I'm doin the best I can here! Oh bullocks have it your way... yeah ta to you too luv."

Spike pulled the chocolate sauce out of the fridge as he put the milk back, as he was closing the door a voice called down the hall.

"Honey do we have any left over lasanga??"

"Yes luv... why do you fancy some?"

"Yes please..."

"Buffy-Style?"

"Yes Please!"

"Sprinkles?"

"Of course!!"

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Ten minutes later Spike came into the bedroom, tray ladden with delicious pregnancy-inspired cuisine. The focal point being Buffy-Style Lasagna. Buffy-Style meaning it was topped with every sugary confection know thi this household. Starting with waffers, oreos, and various fruit, all the way up to chocolate sauce, 3 scoops of various icecreams, whipped cream, strawberry and carmel sauce, sprinkles and a cherry for good measure.

"Spike your the greatest. Your so good to me." Buffy cooed resting the plate of stomach-turning delight on her own large abdomen.

"Any thing for my princess... although I should tell you now. There will be no post-breakfast make out for as long as you have lasanga breath." Spike grinned and Buffy giggled.

"Fine then be that way. But don't complain to me when your not gettin' any lovin'." Buffy said with a smirk.

"Oh don't worry luv. I'll just go talk to Red. Maybe she can make me a magically inhanced Buffy out of a spoon or something." Spike said with his own grin, mostly in response to Buffy's playful glare.

"Oh god. Could you two get anyworse?" Dawn said stopping at the doorway on her way to the bathroom.

Spike's reply was cut off by a cheerful "Howdy-Ho!" Comming from downstairs.

"Oh god!" Buffy abandoned her Buffy-Style'd Lasanga and hid under the covers. "It's the neighbors!! Run for you lives. These are the true things that go bump in the night!"

"They aren't the only thing, if last night was any example." Dawn smirked, then quickly dodged as the half eaten lasagna came flying towards her. "I'm not cleaning that up!" She laughed then ran off down the hall to hid from Spike's wrath. Which luckily for Dawn didn't have time to build up before it was inturrupted again.

"Helloooo? Buffy? Dawn dearest? Its Mrs. Pottabomb from next door! Please do let me in!" The voice called up. Spike turned and bounced down the stairs. Followed by the slowly moving, wide load of Buffy. But before either could reach the door another voice joined in.

"Here you go Mrs. Pottabomb." Willow's voice rang out as she unlocked the screen door.

"Oh a lock? How silly is that?" Mrs. Pottabomb giggled as the screen door swung open, and the two of them walked into the hall.

"Red. Thank goodness you were here to let our lovely neighbor in, I swear I was just two steps away!" Spike said with a fake cheery voice, his eyes on the other hand showed just how he truely felt about their dear, lovely neighbor.

"Buffy! My dear, look at you, yas bas big as a house!" Mrs. Pottabomb passed by Spike to give the equally "cheery" Buffy a big hug. "Are you sure its just one? I swear you could be carrying a whole football team in there!" She said with a quick, hard knock on Buffy's straining stomach.

"Uh. Mrs. Pottabomb what do you say we put those cookies in the kitchen and grab you a cup of coffee." Willow jumped forward.

"COOKIES??" Buffy's eyes lighted up.

"Yes dear, Bran Cookies, my darling sister mailed me the recipe just two weeks ago. Its truely amazing. Not a drop of sugar in them."

Buffy's grin faultered "How... delightful."

"Absolutely!" Spike stepped in. "Why don't I help you with your coat, Mrs. Pottabomb?"

Mrs. Pottabomb looked Spike up and down with an unrestrained contempt. "Why Spike, I didn't even see you there, your so white you just about matched the walls. Tell me, have you ever heard of the sun? Hmm?" Before he had a chance to reply she turn quickly back to Buffy and Willow, "Well dears wish I could stay but," She threw a look towards Spike "Somethings come up. Tell little Dawnie I said hello, and to do come over some time. Tata now!" And with that the infamous Mrs. Pottabomb threw herself out the door.

"Well..." Willow started, with a numbed look on her face. "She won the bonus round on enthusiasum."

Dawn peaked down over the banister "Is she gone yet?"

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"Willow maybe its something about this house," Buffy said as they walked around the large lavish gardens. "Maybe its posessed, or is magically altered. I mean it was the council's. Why shouldn't I expect it to be.... different?"

Willow sat down on a stone bench infront of the gigantic broken down fountain, and looked up at the back of the crumbling house. Just 3 months ago Giles called them all up the coast just about 2 hours to this little country escape, for... well an escape. When they had returned to the big, great and grand Sunny-D they had found it just they way the left it... except now it was a big great grand hole in the ground rather then a city. Right around that exact split second Giles called to say the watchers council had been blown up. Which was an amazing coincidence, to say the least. So the called all the remaining watchers, told them the story and gave them strict orders from theyer yer to be at the new watchers headquarters to report for ord orders. The new HQ... here. Their once-was summer escape. Willow called up Lorne and he had helped weed out the little evils that were left in the watcher's council before they started to rebuild it.

They had all gone back to do major testing on the once was Sunnydale. They had come up with no unexpected magical residue marks. None unexpected because it was after all a giant hole to hell. Later on, when they did normal residue testing they came up with nuclear marks, and it was at that point Spike, Giles, Xander and "All the other ball-less wonders" as Anya put it, decided hey, maybe they should leave it alone. Seeing as pretty much all of the scoobies were human. At that point Buffy called up Angel who promised to use all his resources to find out what in any hell, heaven and earth of any demension was going on. So far, the story came up clean. The commando's had kept some nuclear goo undergound for testing and such. Apparently it haden't been cleaned up and suddenly Sunnydale was having a big bang theory of it's own.

By now, life had pretty much settled into a pattern. Not their old one for sure, but one none the less. Matter of fact. Life seemed to be odder here, then it was on the hell mouth. But then again, who knew for sure, they could be on the hell mouth. There were hundreds of them all across the globe... Willow would have to remember to do some testing, after she got done testing the house.

"I'll do a magical residue test on the house okay? I'll get Tara to do the wiccan aura thing with me okay? Will that put your mind to rest." Willow patted Buffy on the back "Now, tell me the truth. Whats wrong."

Buffy suddenly decided that a rose bush near by was amazingly interesting, and didn't answer for a moment. Giving up she turned to Willow and replied. "Spike... I had to leave him in my dream last night."

"Um right Buff, I can totally see how that can be terrifying and all under certain cercumstances... like when he's holding explosives. Or when he's got a stake and Angel tied to a punching bag but..."

"It felt like the end of the world Will... I don't know. I just knew I had to leave him and that this was the last time I would ever see him." Buffy's head hung low as her eyes swam with tears.

"Buff, I wouldn't worry if I were you... it's probably just thby. by. With all these hormones bouncing around, no wonder your freaking out."

"Will, it doesn't make any sense. These dreams are in perfect sequential order. I mean. It's like... like a tv show! Just instead of commercials, it's day time."

"Or maybe it makes to much sense? Maybe your just finally at peace and it scares you. I don't know Buff. I can't tell you whats wrong. But look at it this way. Your hormonal. Your a slayer. Your engaged. These all cause stress and ion ion and maybe even second thoughts. Plus slayer. Hello, if that doesn't make you think about the spookies then yeah theres definetly something off." Willow wanted to say more. Say that she had the same kind of feeling sometimes. But something held her back, so she simply left it at that. "Common lets go back inside. I'll get Dawn and Spike to take you out of the house while me and Tara work on the mystical mojo kay? Hey you can call Faith. She can give you some updates on the mini-slayer club. You can do a sit in or something kay?"

Buffy nodded and stood up. She'd love to visit the slayers in training. Maybe even kick a little Sister-Slayer ass. Spike didn't want her patrolling while she was pregnant, but this was different right? Faith knew to keep herself in check around tcow cow baby.

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[AN: Comming up next, an explanation of buffy's pregnancy, whats going on with the new watchers council, and of course Faith :) Comments are my Cup Of Joe]