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Chapter 21
Buffy stared at the ghostly form of her mother before nodded and turning
on her heel. “Do you need anything?”
“No darling we have everything in hand." Joyce smiled widely
at the others as she and her companion wafted past them on their way to the
basement. The stunned Scoobies simply followed quietly, each wondering
what the ghostly figures could do.
Buffy stopped in the doorway as she watched Spike. He was lying
awkwardly on the bed with his eyes pressed shut, his ear pressed against
Rebecca’s rounded stomach.
“Spike,” she whispered softly.
He gave no indication of having heard her. “Spike...” Buffy moved closer
to his side, her hand gently touching his shoulder.
Spike started slightly before he turned his face to look at her.
Buffy could see the pain that clouded them; the same pain that she knew was
mirrored in her own. “Spike, I’ve brought help.” she motioned towards the
entrance of the room where the two ghostly figures stood.
Spike stared at the figures in the door in confusion. “Joyce?” He
questioned before he finally noticed the second figure “Mum?”
“Hello William dear.” Anne moved into the room and stood before the bed.
“How...?” Spike stood up, bringing a hand forward to caress the
face from his past. A quizzical look flashed across his features as his
hand passed through his beloved mother's face, having met little
resistance as if being dragged through water.
Anne simply smiled. “There is much to explain and very little
time.” She turned towards Joyce “Let’s see about delivering this baby”
Buffy gently drew Spike back as Joyce and Anne moved to either side of
the bed, arms outstretched, palms facing downwards. A soft light began to
pulse and envelope the pair and the motionless figure on the bed.
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Xander wandered in the door of the Summers'
house happily munching on a bag of Cheetos. He
had been trying to decide what everyone would like to eat when he realized that
he was probably going to miss the moment that Buffy was restored as well as the
grand tossing out of Spike, so he had hurriedly grabbed a few snack foods and
rushed back. After all, there was nothing better the munchies and a show.
His jubilant mood had increased with every step towards Revello Drive, so by the time he
arrived he was practically bouncing. Guessing that the spell was most
likely being performed in the basement he practically ran downstairs, eager to
have a front row seat.
As he made his way through the doorway to Spike and Rebecca’s room, he
jostled his way through the others and stood surveying the scene.
Two white figures stood over the bed where Rebecca lay
- a light enveloping them. Reaching into his bag of Cheetos
once more he noisily stuffed his mouth full before speaking “So are they doing
the spell to make Buffy better now?”
Scowling he noticed that Buffy was standing beside Spike, well actually
more like molded to his side. “Hey Deadboy! Don’t get too
used to that.” Xander began to move forward to pull Buffy away from
the bleached vampire’s side. He didn’t want her to be too grossed out
when the spell was completed and she was back to her old self, after all HE remembered
what it was like after Willow’s will be done spell.
Tara had been frowning ever since Xander had arrived, an
air or ‘wrongness’ seemed to cling to him and she could almost taste it
clogging her throat. She had gasped when she had heard his comments and
her eyes had flown to the blond couple, who thankfully remained oblivious to
all but the each other and the figures at the bedside. When Xander had
started to move forward she reacted without thinking, her had flying up to grab
him by the ear.
Tara watched as Xanders _expression changed to one of surprise and then
anger, realizing that he would most likely ignore her non too subtle warning
she pressed the tip of her fingernail into the tender flesh of his
earlobe. She tried to suppress the small smile that twitched at her lips
as his face registered that fact that being pulled by the ear in this manner
was in fact quiet painful. ‘No wonder Spike likes his violence. It can
feel very …. satisfying’ Giving another sharp tug
she pulled Xander out of the room and over to the laundry area, ignoring his
protests as they went. Roughly she shoved him against the dryer, crossing
her arms as she waited for him to explain himself.
“Geez Tara what is wrong with you?” Xander
whined like a petulant child “All I wanted to do was help Buffy.”
“Help her?” Tara was incredulous. “How? By being rude and obnoxious?”
Xander huffed looking at Tara as if she’d grown
another head “When they finish the spell to make Buffy herself again, she’ll
realize that it’s Bleach Boy that she’s been hanging onto and it’ll gross her
out, just like after Willow’s spell”
Tara concentrated on Xander trying to find the source of
the ‘wrongness’ that was emanating from him. “Xander is that what you
think is going on right now?” Tara’s eyes widened
slightly as she managed to glimpse a dark shadow surrounding him before it
faded once again. “That’s not what’s happening.”
Confusion settled itself upon Xander “Huh? Why not? What are they doing
then?”
Tara placed a settling hand on his arm “Spike discovered
that the baby was still alive, the spell is to deliver the baby”
A dark anger rose up to cloud Xander's face
“Why would we want that?”
Tara tightened her grip slightly before answering. “Because we can’t just let an innocent baby die Xander. Plus
if the baby dies, we lose our familial claim.”
“And that would be bad because...?” Xander's
whole body went rigid. “If we stop this freak show then everything will go back
to normal.” He made to rush back in the room when he felt Tara’s hand gripping his
arm tightly “Let me go.” Xander ground out turning deadly eyes on the gentle
Wicca.
Tara gasped lightly as the dark shadow seemed to envelope
Xander once again “I can’t let you do that.” Tightening here grip on him even
more she forced herself to meet his eyes without flinching away “Quiesco”. The command was whispered out and Tara moved forward to
awkwardly maneuver him to the ground as a spell
induced sleep hit him.
Stepping back Tara watched him for a moment before
she was satisfied that Xander would remain under the effects of her spell until
she chose to awaken him. Smoothing her clothing lightly she moved back
towards the room where the others watched and waited.
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Tara entered the room in time to witness the light emanating from the
two ghostly women seem to get brighter until it suddenly flared brightly.
As the groups eyes began to adjust they could just make out a figure
floating in the air between the two spectres, a small baby shaped figure.
Spike stared in awe the wriggling child seemingly suspended in midair;
Anne appeared to gather the child in her arms as she moved towards him “William
would you like to meet your daughter?”
Spike gently ran a finger down the baby’s downy cheek, awed at the
fragile creature before him. He could feel his heart constrict in his
chest as his eyes flicked from one person to the next. This wasn’t right,
he was an evil creature, this beautiful innocent little child couldn’t possibly
be his “She’s so little.”
“She’s also very weak William, she’ll need her daddy to look after her”
Anne watched the awe spread across her beloved child’s face as he gentle lifted
the precious bundle into his arms.
Buffy moved forward to study the baby “She looks like her mother”
Turning back she watched as Willow and Tara moved forward to draw the sheets
across Rebecca’s prone form, she felt grief and joy warring inside her as she
once again turned her attention back to Spike “Why don’t we take her upstairs
where there’s more room.”
Spike nodded as the others began to make their way upstairs. Moving
forward he stood over the bed that held his first love, the mother of his
child, his beloved wife. Bending he placed his tiny daughter on Rebecca’s
chest, leaving one hand on the babies back he used the other to smooth
Rebecca’s hair before placing a soft kiss on her cold lips “Thank you my
love.” Gathering the baby into his arms once more he moved towards the
door where Buffy waited for him.
Buffy waited until Spike reached her side before wrapping an arm around
his waist offering her silent support before they moved back upstairs.
As they entered into the kitchen Spike stepped into the sunlight pouring
through the still open door, starting as his exposed flesh began to
smoke. Hurriedly Buffy pushed him backwards as the others rushed to sun
proof the room. “Where’s your ring?”
“Oh its here!” Anya plucked the ring from the
top of the refrigerator and moved over to the pair. “It was lying outside
on the grass, so I bought it in and cleaned it for you.” She handed the ring to
Spike a pleased _expression lighting her face “You can use it to play fatherly
games in the sun with your daughter when she becomes less small and is able to
move without assistance.”
Spike watched absently as Buffy took the ring from him and slid it back
on his finger “Thank you Anya.” Buffy felt a rush of gratitude for the
ex-demons practicality.
Dawn took this opportunity to speak up “What happens now? I mean
with…” she waved her hand in the direction of the basement door unable to
complete the sentence.
“Midian,” Spike whispered hoarsely. “Magic can’t touch her there can
it?” He directed his question towards the two Wicca’s.
“No.” Willow shook her head
“Midian is shielded from dark magic.” She moved to Spikes side and
absently cooed at the baby. “No one will be able to bring her back. I
promise!”
Spike nodded his understanding. “Can we go now?”
Giles spoke up, his eyes misting as he took in the defeated grief
stricken posture the vampire exuded. He had only seen Spike like this
once before, when Buffy had died.
Giles knew then, deep down inside his very soul he knew. Spike had
truly loved Buffy; he had never truly believed it before. Now, it was a
simple truth revealed by the death of another woman that Spike had loved just
as deeply.
At that moment Giles truly accepted that Spike was more then just
William the Bloody, Slayer of slayers, leashed vampire, soulless killer,
sometimes ally. He was William Duncan, beloved son, devoted husband, new
father, loyal friend and the man who would stand unfaltering beside his slayer
until the end.
“Spike. Perhaps you and Buffy
should take the baby through to Midian. I’m sure Hoston and Sarah would
love to meet her.” Giles saw Spikes eyes dart towards the basement “We’ll bring
her along shortly” he clasped Spikes shoulder in an attempt to convey his
sympathy “She’ll be well cared for.”
Buffy felt a tear escape and coarse down her face as she watched the
last barrier between the two men fall “Thank you Giles” Reaching up she kissed
his cheek lightly before once again wrapping an arm around Spikes waist and
leading him upstairs towards the entrance to Midian.
Giles waited until the blonde pair had left before taking charge of the
arrangements “Does anyone know if Xander has returned yet? We could
perhaps make a stretcher of some description but I’ll need his assistance to
carry Rebecca.”
“Ummm Giles” Tara took this opportunity
to speak up “Xander arrived during the spell to deliver the baby.” She inhaled
deeply, bracing herself before continuing “I had to place him under a sleep
spell, there’s something very wrong with him.”
The others waited for her to continue. “He started to interfere with the
ceremony so I removed him from the room.”
Giles frowned “I vaguely recall something.”
“He started saying something about a spell to make Buffy whole again,
and getting rid of Spike and the baby.” Tara shivered lightly as
she rubbed absently at her arms “I could sense something wrong about him Giles,
aand just for a moment I saw….” Willow wrapped her arms
around Tara’s shoulders, offering comfort “I saw a darkness
surrounding him Giles.”
“Oh dear”
“I think something is affecting him…a spell maybe” Tara caught Willows eyes
“Whatever it was, it was dark, old.”
“Perhaps” the group startled as Anne spoke, having forgotten about the specters in their midst “Joyce and I are Rebecca’s guardian
spirits, perhaps we can tend to her while you tend to Xander.”
Joyce smiled at Giles’s confused _expression “Where supernatural beings
Rupert, we can deal with this task easily.”
Giles sighed suddenly feeling weary “Very well, If you two ladies could
that, we will deal with getting Xander to Midian and into care until we can
discern the source of this …. wrongness.”
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Spike stood staring at the ring that flashed as the last rays of the sun
dance on its surface. He moved his hand slightly from side to side
watching the patterns flaring within the gems surface; he looked to where the
light reflected onto the nearby trees. Anything to stop himself from
looking down, to where she lay, once again covered in dirt, resting.
They had all stood here a few hours ago, speaking words he didn’t quite
hear and offering comfort he couldn’t feel. He remembered clutching the
tiny form of his newborn daughter to his chest until gentle hands had lifted
her from his arms and voices had murmured about feeding and bathing.
He remembered standing at a grave much like this before, the first time
the soft hands and concerned voices of his mother and Hoston had drawn him from
his beloved’s side. An echo sounded in his mind, a masculine voice ‘your
mother needs you’, he’d gone on then devoting himself to her care until she
urged him to move on.
There had been no graveside for him to stand at when his mother had
died, when he had killed her in his misguided attempt to save her. She
had disappeared into ashes by his own hands, but she was here now, a guardian
for the powers, not damned to hell as he had long feared.
He had stood beside another grave though, and grieved for the woman he
loved. That time it had been Tara’s gentle hands that
had drawn him from her side and it had been Dawns tearful words that had kept
him going ‘I need you Spike.’
He started slightly as a gentle hand touched his arms; he turned to look
into Buffy’s sorrow filled eyes. No trite words of sympathy fell from her
lips, no words of need just a soft sad smile before she rested her head against
her shoulder.
Spike stood for a few minutes before closing his eyes and inhaling
deeply, he caught the scents of those who had paid their respects to
Rebecca. He could smell the soft innocent scent of his daughter and the
intermingling of vanilla and wildflowers and freshly turned earth. He
heard a small gasp escape from Buffy, and he opened his eyes once more and
followed startled gaze. Spike watched in amazement as wildflowers sprang
from the newly covered grave, blanketing it in a riot of color.
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The Scoobies sat around the large table where they had meet the elders
months ago. They had dealt with Rebecca’s burial and then seen to Xanders
‘condition’. Jayala had suggested that Xander remain in Midian under
constant supervision until the source of the malevolent presence could be
determined.
After they had managed to settle Xander in a secure room Tara had brought him out
of his spell induced. They had all been shocked by Xanders violent
reaction to being contained. Thankfully Jayala had placed a cloaking
spell around his room, which prevented him from hurting himself as well as
muting the sounds of his rage.
Now that they had nothing more to busy themselves with the events of the
day settled heavily upon them, the only source of relief was the baby who held
all the females present enthralled.
Buffy and Spike entered the room quietly, taking a moment to watch the
scene before them before making their presence known. Buffy looked up at
Spike “You need to give her a name; we can’t keep calling her bubby or little
one.”
Spike gave her a half smile as he made his way over to the women and
gathered up his daughter “Stacy, her names Stacy Rebecca Anne.”
“Ohhh pretty” Dawn cooed as she once again
started to play with the baby “Hello Stacy I’m your Aunty Dawn”
Anya moved forward to stare at the baby for a moment “It’s a very
appropriate name.” she patted Spike awkwardly on the shoulder “It holds the
correct amount of family names to satisfy traditional hereditary requirements
as well as a unique contemporary name relevant to her birth.”
“Thank you Anya”
“Huh” Dawn stared at Anya in confusion “What did that just mean?”
Anya sighed ‘really sometimes these humans were just clueless’
she sat down beside Dawn “Well the names Rebecca and Anne belong to Stacy’s
mother and grandmother so therefore they are hereditary names. The name
Stacy isn’t a family name, however it is relevant because of its meaning.”
“What does it mean?”
Spike cleared his throat to get their attention “Resurrection, Stacy
means resurrection. Becca thought it was
appropriate.”
“It’s a lovely name William” Anne drifted towards them “And I’m sorry
but our time here is short and we have much to tell you.” She turned to
address the others “Joyce and I have had a message from the powers.”
Waiting until the others were seated Joyce joined Anne at the head of
the table “The powers have managed to trace the source of the spell surrounding
Xander”
Spike frowned as he realized for the first time that Xander was missing.
“The spell not only allowed the powers to trace it back to its source
but also enabled them to track other spells from the same source over thousands
of years.” Anne and Joyce moved closer to Spike and Buffy “They lead back
to Quentin Travers.”
Giles gave a deep sigh “I had suspected that.”
“Unfortunately there’s more, the powers believe that he is responsible
for Glory. They have managed to track a spell to a dimension that we
believe once held her prisoner as well as ones leading from that dimension to
ours both in 1875 and 2001.” Joyce paused for a moment giving the others time
to process this information.
“So you’re saying…….” Willow couldn’t finish the
reality of it too much.
“Travers had Rebecca and Buffy murdered” Steel crept into Spike’s voice
as he contemplated the ways he would make Travers pay for hurting the women he
loved.
“We have also found several more which directly affect all of you.” Anne
continued “You know about Xander. There was another which we believe
occurred at the precise time Willow was doing her
resurrection spell.”
Joyce moved to comfort the now Willow as tears began to
well in her eyes “It wasn’t your fault; Travers deliberately interfered in the
spell.”
“We believe it was a deliberate attempt on their lives again”
“But how?” Dawn turned fearful eyes towards
her sister, the thought of losing her again clutching at her throat “How could bringing two slayers back instead of one hurt them?”
“Travers knew that without the final part of her essence Buffy would
eventually weaken and be easily killed. I don’t think he had figured on
Giles finding Rebecca and bringing her to Sunnydale. We were able to
contact Rebecca before then and she had been willing to sacrifice herself so
that Buffy could become complete once again.” A look of pain crossed Spike’s
face “That was before she knew about you Spike.” Joyce reassured him “That was
one of the reasons it was decided to bring your child back, it allowed for the
familial claim which in turn was helping to restore Buffy without harming
Rebecca.”
Anne caressed Spike’s cheek “There was one last spell that the powers
were able to trace. It lead from several months
after Rebecca’s first death in 1875 to today.”
Murmurs sprung up from around the room.
“We believe that Travers managed to harness the Rebecca’s predestined
death and bring it forward in time to kill her now.”
Giles leant forward his eagerness to learn more coming to the fore
temporarily “Her predestined death?”
“If Travers had not interfered Rebecca would have been killed by a Lathros Demon when she was eight months pregnant.” Anne
explained. “It’s possible he had hoped that Stacy would perish as well,
therefore severing the claim and leaving Buffy vulnerable once more.”
A low growl sounded from deep within Spike “So you’re saying that
Travers is going to come after Stacy.” His grip tighten on his daughter
and she gave a soft mewl of protest.
Buffy managed to extricate Stacy from Spike’s arms and attempted to
soothe her back to sleep “Ok guys I’m sick of planning we are going to start
our offensive now.” She propped Stacy against one shoulder as she stood
and began to pace, patting the baby absently as she did.
“Giles you and Anya go to England as planned, but I
want you to take Dawn with you. Pretend you’re taking her on a holiday or
something, that way you can show her around and pretend to do touristy things
while you’re scoping things out, you shouldn’t raise too much suspicion that
way.”
She paused watching Spike for a moment before continuing “Spike and I
are going to stay here with Stacy for a few weeks, and before you ask it will
be Sunnydale weeks. That way Spike will have 4 or 5 months to grieve for
Rebecca and devote to Stacy without her being put in danger. I’ll go back
and forth to cover patrol and keep in touch, but I’m only going to do short patrols every couple of days.”
“Willow and Tara can you return to
Sunnydale? I know Anya will need someone to watch the shop and it will
give you the opportunity to research the spell that’s affecting Xander.”
Buffy thought for a moment “Don’t trust anything that comes from the council.”
“What about Xander” questioned Willow unsure if she wanted
him to return with them.
“I think Xander should stay here. He’s protected from harm in the
room Jayala has provided for him and it will also give her time to try and
remove the spell from this end.”
The others agreed with Buffy’s plan, moving to say there goodbyes to the
two ghostly females before leaving to prepare for the weeks ahead.
Spike walked across to stand before Joyce and Anne “Thank you for saving
her”
Both women smiled each gracing him with a soft kiss before Joyce moved
away leaving Spike alone with his mother “You have a beautiful family William”
Anne nodded across to where Buffy stood cradling Stacy, Dawn stood beside them
fussing over the sleeping child. “Don’t grieve long my darling, they need
you with them.”
Joyce stood before her daughter’s silently taking note of the small
changes in each of them. “Will we see you again mommy?” Dawn questioned
quietly.
“Of course pumpkin belly, when the time is right I will see you both
again.” Joyce gave each of them a ghostly hug before moving back to Anne.
The small family watched as the two women began to fade until all the was left were two small balls of light that darted
upwards and out of sight.
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