Summary: Ever wonder what happened to the baby that Spike saved from the Fell brethren?
Notes: written for the spuffy kink ficathon for pfeifferpack
She’s the… a vampire slayer – able to fight the demons, the vampires, the creatures of darkness.
Yep, that's what the definition says, so why in God’s name was she sitting idle here in this living room, her hands on her lap, with one vampire who was arguing with Giles, while another vampire was upstairs searching for leads?
"I just felt, considering the situation, that Spike had to be the most likely suspect.”
"Damn it Giles. He gave up the kid, voluntarily. Why can't you see that he's not the bad guy here? He fights on our side, does the right thing. Isn't that enough for you?"
"I never said…" Giles backed off a bit.
Add that to the things she'd never expected to see, Angel standing up for Spike. It was like one of the great miracles of the world. Yep, let's repeat that again, Angel was verbally kicking Giles' ass over accusing Spike of something. And neither of them seemed to even consider the option of filling her in, or like, explaining what the hell was the connection between Spike and the kid in the first place.
Guess Giles still wasn't used to being disagreed with where Spike was concerned. It hurt, really. Almost a decade later, and he still couldn't accept that he'd been wrong about Spike. She'd nearly strangled him over that a dozen times, yet, he was Giles… She couldn't strangle Giles, even if he was being a stubborn… git. Yep, that's what he was, a git.
When Angel went upstairs to see if Spike needed any help, Buffy followed. When had she become a follower, a hanger on? Was that why she'd practically rushed to be able to help on this case? Something to prove her she was still a capable slayer, even after the humongous mistake that her marriage to the Immortal had been?
Why had it taken her so long to realize that his pleadings not to risk herself were just a way of keeping her barefoot and pregnant instead of doing her duty as the Slayer? And was this why Giles had tried to keep her in England, so she wouldn't meet up with Spike again?
God she needed to hit something, preferably not Spike, even if he was being a pain about something.
And for once, it wasn't even her fault, because nobody in this whole entire house would explain to her what the hell was going on. God she hated this – hated being seen once again as the little lady, after all she had thrown away to get rid of that label.
She missed Dulcinea.
"I'm sure Spike can find him."
Spike’s reaction shocked her. Another case of the foot in the mouth syndrome. What did she say wrong this time? She just wanted to show her support, that she believed in him.
For some reason Spike had changed, turned into someone that she barely even knew. So once again she bit her tongue, letting him and Angel have their argument, wondering who the Fell were, and still wanting to know more than ever why Spike was taking this whole thing so personally.
He never gave her the chance to ask, stormed out like a bat out of hell and made her chase after him. Not this time though. She grabbed him, wanting to make him talk, but he shrugged her off.
Halt, rewind - he shrugged her off, as if she didn't matter. Angel treating her like that, she was used to, he'd moved on after all. She'd just never expected Spike to do the same, adding yet another stone to her wall of bitterness against men.
Then she noticed the pain in his eyes and remembered once again why they were here – a little boy in peril – and if it was be the last thing she'd do, she'd bring him home, safe.
Like she hadn't been able to do for Dulci.