Redoing the Lost Champions series. This one might go through a bit more of a change because there are things I never got to include. But oh well, we’ll see how things go. R&R please.

It had been two weeks since they had left Wolfram and Hart. Harmony had finally gotten used to the blinding pain that came with the visions and every thing was going good. Wesley finally forgave Gunn for the Illyria thing and they were as thick as thieves again, just like in the old days. Angel and Spike hardly left their room except to eat and to deal with the latest visions and cases so the gang assumed that things were going well.

“Guys!” Angel yelled as he came barreling down the stairs. “Guys!” He yelled again.

“Angel what is it?” Wesley asked, walking out of the office breathing heavily.

“Spike’s sick.” Angel said franticly, a look of fear firmly set on his face.

“What?” Fred said in confusion as she too walked out of the office where her and Wesley were making out not a moment before. “Vampires can’t get sick. Can they?” She asked, turning to Wesley.

“I’m afraid not.” Wesley said, a shocked look across his face. “We should go see.” With that he and Fred quickly followed Angel as he darted up the steps and towards room 312.

When they entered the room they were met with an unpleasant sight. Torn clothing, empty tubes of lube, handcuffs and other such items littered the floor and nearly everything in the room was covered in blood or other bodily fluids.

“Good gods what have you two been doing in here?” Wesley asked in disgust.

Before Angel could defend his and Spike’s living situation the heaving sounds that were coming from the bathroom interrupted them. “Spike.” Angel breathed as he rushed into the bathroom. “You okay, Spike?” He cooed to Spike, who was bent over the toilet bowl.

“No.” Spike said between heaves. “I’m not bloody okay. So why don’t you just sod off?” He snapped.

“Wow.” Angel said in shock. “Moody much?”

“Oh my God!” Fred exclaimed as she and Wesley squeezed into the small room. “You’re pregnant!”

“What?” Angel and Wesley shrieked as Spike continued to throw up.

“Oh c’mon!” She smiled. “The sickness, the moodiness that’s not Spike’s normal moodiness. You’re pregnant!”

Spike lifted his head away from the toilet and gave it one finial flush. “Sorry love, but there two things wrong with your theory.” He sighed, shifting back into big bad mode, standing up and walking into the other room and sitting on a chair that wasn’t covered in only God knows what. “One, I’m a vampire as in dead, not about to have kids. And two, I’m a bloody bloke! Last time I looked anyways and also last time I looked men can’t have children!”

“Well last time I checked, vampires couldn’t get sick either.” Fred said defiantly crossing her arms in front of her chest. “And besides, Darla had Connor didn’t she? Granted she died, but lets not focus on the negative.”

“Well Darla also lacked one very big thing that I happen to have, if you know what I mean love.” Spike snickered at his own joke then reached his hand down his pants to scratch himself. When he did so, he immediately stopped snickering as a look of fear washed over him like a tidal wave. He jumped up like he was sitting on a spring and ran to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. There was a rustle of clothing, and then Spike screamed.

Angel rushed to the door and started to bang on it. “Spike, you okay?” He continued to pound on the door, so hard he almost knocked it down. When he was about to kick in the door the screaming stopped and then the distinct sound of a body hitting the tile floor. “Spike!” Angel shouted then stood back and gave the door a hearty kick and it swung open. Spike was lying on the floor, he looked dead but was merely unconscious. “Fred, Wes, stay back, he’s not… decent.” Angel said slamming the door shut behind him.

“Sure you don’t need our help?” Fred called through the door.

“No, we’ll come down later.” Angel called back. “I’m the only one who can help. Just go back to work, please.”

“Alright.” Wesley sighed. “But if you need us just use the intercom I installed.”

“Right. Don’t forget to shut the door on your way out.” Angel said quickly.

When he was sure Wesley and Fred were gone, he knelt down on the floor put a towel over Spike’s exposed parts and pulled the smaller man’s head into his lap. “Spike.” He said gently. “You can wake up now, they’re gone. Spike?” He gave the unconscious figure a light shake. Spike’s eyes slowly fluttered open then began to fill with tears.

“Angel, did they see…?” He couldn’t bring himself to finish the sentence, he just began to sob into Angel’s lap. “It was there this morning, I don’t know what…” He suddenly stopped and sat bolt upright. “You… y-you did this to me!” He shouted as he stood up and pulled his jeans on. “You knocked me up and now I’m a… no, no I’m not.” He continued to babble to himself as he backed out of the doorway and ran out of the room, Angel chasing after him.

“Spike!” Angel called after the blonde as they broke into a run down the hall. “Spike talk to me!” He demanded. They ran down the steps in the main lobby. Not getting an answer Angel leaped over the railing and cut Spike off. “Tell me what’s wrong!” Angel snarled.

“No!” Spike shouted. “You’re the one who did this to me! Because of your dominance issues you always have to be on top!”

“Spike!” Angel growled. His eyes darted over to the four people sitting over by the front desk, Harmony, Lorne, Wesley and Fred stared back. “Why don’t we discuss this in private?” He hissed.

“Did you not see it?” Spike said hysterically. “Or the lack of it.” He sniffed as new tears threatened to spill. “I’m… I’m not… me anymore.” He sniffed again, this time tears began to roll down his now rosy cheeks. “And… and… it’s your fault.” Spike collapsed into Angel’s arms as both men dropped to the floor. Spike sobbed into the crook of the other vampire’s neck while Angel made quiet shushing sounds.

“Shh.” Angel cooed, rubbing his boy’s back comfortingly. “It’s alright.”

“S’not alright. Fix it please.” Spike sobbed. “Please.” He began to plead. “Please, please…” His words trailed off into senseless babble.

Angel continued to rock Spike back and forth trying to comfort him, he didn’t even notice when the others left the room to give them some privacy. After a half an hour of sitting on the cold lobby floor Spike stopped crying.

“You can let go love, I’m better now.” He said weakly with a slight sniffle.

Angel refused to let go and just continued to rub Spike’s back. “You’ve got to eat something, you must be starving.” He said finally.

“I’ll go get something from the fridge.” Spike made a move to get up but Angel wouldn’t let go. “That kinda entails getting up pet.”

“No.” Angel said sternly. “You need sire’s blood. Your eating for two now, remember?”

“Guess so.” Spike mumbled quietly as Angel lifted him up and walked him over to one of the couches.

“Here.” He said pulling Spike into his lap and leaning his head to the side to expose his jugular. Spike licked his lips hungrily, his face morphed and he sank his fangs deep into his sire’s willing neck. Once he had, had his fill Spike slumped back into the couch and fell asleep. Angel gently lifted Spike off his lap and tucked a blanket around him then stood up and walked over to the staircase.

“You can come out now.” He said quietly as four figures emerged from behind the stairs.

“Sorry Angel.” Fred said sweetly. “We didn’t mean to snoop it’s just that…”

“It’s okay Fred.” Angel said softly. “We have a situation. Spike’s pregnant and, considering the circumstances I think this kid might be just a bit more mystical than Connor was.” He sighed. “Lorne. I want you to go through the hotel and get rid of any cigarettes you find. We can’t have him smoking now.”

“Got it cinnamon buns.” Lorne nodded then disappeared up the stairs.

“Wes, get rid of any alcohol, especially the whiskey. We can’t have him getting into that stuff either.” Angel continued.

“Right.” Wesley walked off to the office to empty the liquor cabinet.

“Harm, Fred.” Angel said turning back to the girls. “Could you go into the basement and get the old baby proofing stuff we bought? And any other baby stuff you can find.”

“Sure Angel, but what are you going to do?” Harmony asked as Fred walked towards the basement.

“I’m gonna get Spike back to bed. He needs his rest now.” Angel said. Harmony nodded in agreement then walked off to join Fred.

Angel walked over to the couch and lifted the sleeping figure into his arms. “Wha…” Spike moaned.

“Shh.” Angel cooed softly. “Just taking you up to bed. Go back to sleep.” Spike gave a soft moan then dropped off to sleep again.

When Angel had Spike safely tucked away in bed he went back down stairs. He went directly to the mini fridge that held their blood supply and grabbed two bags. He didn’t even bother to heat them he just tore into the first one with his teeth. Angel was starved from feeding Spike. When he was half way through his third bag Lorne walked in, his arms overflowing with half empty cigarette cartons.

“Gods, he smokes a lot.” He huffed as the occupants of his arms were spilled across the front counter.

“And drinks a lot.” Wesley added as he appeared from the back office holding two half full bottles of whiskey, as well as four almost empty ones.

“You sure that’s all of it?” Angel asked Wesley; sizing up the amount of liquor as apposed to how much Spike could drink in one sitting.

“All the whiskey, yes. The rest of it’s in my car. You still need to clean out the ones in your room.” Wesley said, setting down his load as well.

“No, there’s only empties in our room…” Angel stopped.

“Angel?” Fred asked as she and Harmony appeared from the basement with the baby stuff. “What is it?”

“We don’t know how long he’s been pregnant!” Angel said gripping the side of the counter in shock. “He could have been drinking and smoking through the pregnancy and be hurting the baby!”

“You think I’m that daft?” Spike asked from the top of the stairs.

“S-Spike.” Angel stammered. “You should be sleeping.”

“The last bout of hurling kinda woke me up.” He smirked. “And I’ve been pregnant since the night you killed Illyria. I haven’t had a drink or a smoke since then. Besides, I’m too nauseous anyways. However the lack of a penis in new.”

“You knew about it then? How?” Wesley asked, his voice reflecting the same amount of confusion as his face.

“I don’t know how. Well that’s a lie.” Spike snickered. “She’s been talking to me in my dreams. Tellin’ me about what’s to come, rot like that.” Spike said, descending the rest of the stairs and walking over to Angel.

“She?” Angel said gripping the counter tighter.

“Yeah love, yer gettin’ a girl this time.” Spike smiled then looked over to Wesley. “Oh by the way she told me to tell you that if you find any prophecies about how the father will kill the daughter, she says to disregard them.”

Wesley chuckled slightly. “I’m certainly not going to do that again.”

“You’d better not.” Angel snorted. “So, we’re having a girl?”

“Yeah love.” Spike chuckled. “And um… what’s with all this we crap? I’m the one pushin’ the kid out. You were just there for the fun part.”

“Oh really?” Angel smiled evilly as he inched closer to Spike, wrapping his arms around his boy’s waist. “Well who will be up for midnight blood runs? Or one A.M. food runs for cravings? And who will be there for noon hornyness when they are too tired but do it anyways to please you?” Angel quirked an eyebrow suggestively.

“You too tired?” Spike scoffed. “You mate, are never to tired.” With a smile Angel and Spike claimed each other’s mouth with their own.

“Hey guys, we don’t need to see that.” Lorne whined.

Angel and Spike ignored the matching grunts of disapproval from the others and kept going. Angel finally broke away from his childe and whispered so only Spike could hear. “Wanna try your new parts out?”

“Bloody right.” Spike whispered back. They made their way up the stairs chased by sighs of satisfaction from the others.

To Be Continued…

Next chapter is kinda short, just to warn you. R&R please.