Show and Tell

"Can you please come to school with me tomorrow?" Brenna pleaded with Spike.

"Sweetie you know about Daddy's allergy, he can't go out in the sun." Buffy patiently explained.

"Can't he take his blanket ?" Brenna pouted at her daddy, "I told my teacher about his allergy, she said she would close the blinds tomorrow."

"What's so important, pet?" Spike asked as she crawled up on his lap.

"It's a suprise, but it's very 'portant."

"I suppose I could take the blanket ,can't you give me a hint?" Spike told her.

Brenna solemnly shook her head, "No, it's a surprise."

The next morning Buffy went into work late she drove Spike with his blanket to the school. They followed Brenna to her class thankful the hallways were hid from the sun, Buffy peeked into the classroom first, sure enough the kindergarten teacher had secured the blinds shut. Brenna bounced in ahead of them and took her seat. Mrs. Miller the teacher smiled at them, "I'm glad you could make it, she's been very excited about this."

"Thank you for making it possible." Spike nodded towards the closed blinds.

"No problem. You can have a seat in the back until it's time." The teacher pointed towards a table in the back of the room.

Mrs. Miller took the roll call and then announced it was time for "Show and Tell", she asked if anyone had anything to show and tell that morning. She grinned as Brenna's hand went up,

"Okay, Brenna, you can be first."

Brenna gave a wide grin as she stood in front of the room, "My show and tell is, " she pointed to the back of the room, "My new daddy! Come here, daddy."

Spike couldn't help but grin right back at her as he walked up to the front of the room and stood by his daughter.


Old habits die hard

Spike put the last dish in the dishwasher and put a plate of food in the refrigerator for Buffy. She was working late tonight. "Brenna, Tierney, go start your homework. I'll be right there to help you."

He let out a sigh as he turned on the dishwasher, he'd become domesticated that's all there was too it.

"Daddy! Brenna turned the channel from what I was watching!" Tierney's voice squealed from the livingroom.

The sound of the name "Daddy" never failed to put a smile on his face even one of the girls were whining it. "No one is watching anything until homework is done. You two know the rul......"

The shrill ring of the telephone interruppted his lecture. Tierney went for the phone, at six years old she had just started answering it properly, "Hello, Smythe residence." She grinned at her dad, 'Yes mam, here he is."

Spike took the phone from her, "Hello."

"Is this William Smythe? Buffy Smythe's husband?" A pleasant voice asked.

"Yes this is William Smythe." He answered his forehead wrinkled with concern.

"I'm Melinda Bailey from Bartlett General Hospital, I'm sorry to have to inform you, you're wife has been in an accident....."

"Mr. Smythe" The voice sounded into an empty room.

He dropped the phone and gathered the girls running with them to the next door neighbor, Mrs. Macalvey. After explaining what was wrong she agreed to watch the girls and hurried him on his way to the hospital with a promise to call her as soon as he knew something. He practacally flew tp the hospital and barrelled through the ER doors. "Buffy Smythe? Where is she?" He called out before he made it to the desk.

"Mr. Smythe? I'm Melinda Bailey, wait here and I'll see if you can go back yet." She dissappeared down a hallway and luckily made it back in time to prevent Spike from tearing down the door that led to the exam rooms. "Follow me she's in trauma 2."

She led him to a small room and opened the curtain to show him Buffy lying on a gurney, one eye was swollen closed and her chin was stitched, various cuts some stitched covered her arms. He rushed to her side taking her hand, "What happened?"

"A drunk driver happened." The doctor answered for her, "You're wife is going to be fine, she has some bruising and some seriuos contusions that needed stitching, but all in all she's very lucky. If he had been driving any faster she might not be here."

"Are you really okay?" He asked as he pushed the hair off of her forehead and placed a gentle kiss there.

"I'm okay, just achy and tired." She answered with a wan smile, she took his hand and squeezed it, "Really I'm okay." She assured him as the nurse gave her an injection of pain medicine.

"The man who did this - what happened to him?" Spike asked frowning.

"He's got a few bruises and the police are talking to him now." The Doctor informed him as he wrote something on Buffy's chart, "I'm going to keep her a couple of hours at least just to watch her, but I think she'll be okay to go home tonight. I'll check on you later." He patted Buffy's arm before he left the room.

"Where are the girls?" Buffy asked trying to sit up.

Spike gently eased her back down, "With Mrs. Macalvey. I should go call her, will you be okay for a minute?"

"I'll be fine," Buffy closed her eyes. "Tell them I love them, okay?"

"I will. I'll be right back after I sort this out." He told her as he left the room.

"Sort out? Spike?" Buffy was confused for a moment, then realization hit her. "No, Spike!" She called but he was already gone, she tried to get off the gurney but realized she wasn't going anywhere without help.

Spike immediately noticed the policeman leaving trauma room 3 on his way out to the phone, his eyes flashed yellow as he thought about the carelessness of the man inside that room the man who could have easily taken his world away tonight. He looked up and down the hallway before cautiously stepping in the room. It would be so easy to kill this man make him pay for hurting Buffy, he stepped closer to the bed. The man had obviously passed out, Spike reached for the pillow and as he picked it up a strange thing happened, he heard three voices in his head, "Spike, how could you?" and then two smaller voices calling out for their "Daddy." He lie the pillow back down and left the room. After calling Mrs. Macalvey, he went back to check on Buffy.

"Did you have trouble finding a phone?" She asked suspiciously.

"No, found it just fine." He answered with a sigh.

"You were gone a good while." There was an unasked question in her eyes.

"You have something to ask me?" He asked as he came and stood by the gurney.

"You didn't do anything.....did you?" Her voice was hesitant.

"Do you really think I did?" He asked somewhat hurt even though he alone knew how close he'd come to doing something he would have regretted.

"No, but sometimes......when it comes to me and the girls....you...you don't always think straight. And before you get angry I want you to know I know that it's only because you love us so much."

She offered him a teary smile.

"I do love you more than anything. And I did think about ripping his throat out for what he's done to you. But ....I didn't." Spike took her hand again, "The pathetic excuse for a human being is sleeping it off in the room next door." He held her hand to his mouth and softly kissed the back of it.

She smiled sweetly at him, "I love you, you know."

"Yeah, I know."


Father knows best

"She's been invited to the junior prom." Buffy whispered to Spike as Tierney walked in the room.

"She's not a junior. She's only a sophomore." Spike declared as if that meant there was no way she could go.

"She's been invited by a junior boy, she can go to the dance." Buffy explained.

"No, she can't." Spike argued back.

"She'll have curfew and no party afterwards, just to the prom and back." Buffy began the compromise.

"Daddy, can I ask you something?" Tierney smiled sweetly at him.

"Of course, sweet." He answered just as sweetly.

"Do you trust me?" She asked her tone serious now.

"What?" Spike asked surprised this was not the question he had expected.

"Do you trust me?" She repeated the question.

"Of course I trus.....whoa, wait a minute this one of those reverse psychology things isn't it?" Spike nodded, "I know you want to go to the prom and you think by asking me if I trust you then I can't dissallow you to go."

"Mom!" Tierney began to pout.

Buffy shrugged apolgetically, "Spike?" Buffy turned to him and smiled the smile that promised all kinds of good things later at him.

"Please daddy?" Tierney begged her eyes wide.

"Fine, but you will go straight to the prom and then home. There will be no partying afterward." He tried to sound forceful.

"Thanks!" She hugged her mom tightly.

"Hey, what about me?" Spike asked with a roll of his eyes, "Why'd she get the hug?"

"Because I know she's the one who convinced you." Tierney hugged her dad.

"Whatever happened to ' father knows best'?" He sighed as his girls left the room discussing dress colors.


When Love and Hate Collide

"Yes, I'll be in touch. Thank you." Buffy's voice cracked as tears rolled down her cheeks.

"What's wrong, luv?" Spike found her by the kitchen phone crying her heart out, he quickly gathered her into his arms.

"He's gone." She sniffled against him.

"Who's gone?"

She pulled away from him, "That was my stepmother, my dad......he had a heart attack today, he's dead."

"Oh, Buffy. I'm so sorry." Spike was sincere to Buffy's grief but part of him had never reconciled how Hank Summers had treated his girls when they needed him most. To give the man credit he had the last few years tried to make up for the past, but in Spike's opinion it was too little too late.

"I know he......he wasn't always a good father. But there were good times, I remember them. The Ice Capades and him holding my hand on Halloween when I went trick or treating. And when I first moved to Sunnydale, he did try.....for a little while anyway.. and now.....now we never get the chance to..." She sobbed again and held him a little tighter.

"Buffy, I know you wish there was more. But you did have those good early memories and he has tried the last few years. It doesn't make it easier but you know he was trying." Spike held her to him.

"I know, there have been times I hated him in the past and then he has really tried lately and I love him for it and now I almost hate him for leaving again, just when we were getting okay. I know that it's not his choice this time though.. Is it possible to love and hate someone at the same time?" She asked reaching for a napkin off the counter.

He grinned at her, "I would think that you and I know the answer to that better then anyone, pet."

She gave him a small smile, "I guess you're right about that." She sniffed again, "I'm going to call Dawn now. Thank you."

"Your welcome, pet." He kissed her hair and left her to grieve with Dawn in private.



"You look like your gonna pop, Niblet." Spike commented from the bedside.

"Thanks so much, Spike. Your a ray of sunshine in my sea of pain." Dawn spat at him as Buffy smiled from the other side of the bed.

"Shawn is on his way, Dawn." Buffy patted her sister's hand.

"He better be, this is all his fault anyway." Dawn frowned over the mound of her very pregnant belly.

"Sweetheart!" Shawn came through the labor room door and kissed his wife.

"You're here, I'm so glad." She began to tear up her anger from a moment before leaving.

Spike raised his eyebrows at the sudden change.

"We'll leave you two alone a little while." Buffy motioned for Spike to follow.

"I've never seen Niblet so grumpy and did you see that mood swing?" He shook his head.

"Spike, have you ever been around a woman in labor?" Buffy raised her eyebrows at her husband.

"Well, no. Are they all like that?" He frowned,"Were you like that?"

"Probably worse then that. You'll have to ask Dawn about it." Buffy kissed his cheek, "But not now."

Hours later......

"There's my Carson." Dawn cooed at her son as he walked into the room with Buffy, Spike and the girls.

"Mommy!" The little boy squealed when he saw his mom, a small bundle wrapped in her arms.

"Do you want to see your sister?" Dawn smiled as she pulled the blanket away and showed off the baby.

"She's red." Carson noted as he stared at his sister, "Hi, Kaylee." He gently touched one of her small fists.

Later when the baby was back in the nursery, Buffy along with Spike and the girls stood outside the window staring at her. "She's a pretty baby." Brenna noted with a thoughtful look on her face, "Can we have another sister or maybe a brother?"

"Can we?" Tierney asked with a smile.

Spike looked to Buffy to answer the question. Buffy smiled at her daughters and put an arm around each of them, "I don't think so, sweethearts. I think we're a perfect family just as we are."

Spike smiled over the girls at her as Brenna and Tierney thought about it, "You're right, mommy." Brenna agreed as she took Spike's hand.


The sounds of Silence

"Bye sweeties, be good for Aunt Dawn and Uncle Shawn." Buffy and Spike waved as the car drove away in the dusky darkness.

Buffy turned and walked up the driveway to the front door, "You coming?" She called over her shoulder.

"In a minute." Spike sighed as he watched the taillights of the car dissappear at the corner.

He walked into the house calling to Buffy, "Can't believe your sis and Shawn want them for two weeks."

"Hey if they want to take care of four kids for two weeks at the beach then all I can say is thank you. The girls are going to have a great time." She giggled from the kitchen.

"But what are we going to do without them here?" He grumbled as he locked the front door.

"If you can't think of anything we can do while their gone, then I'm really worried about you." She laughed again.

"Oh, I can think of plenty of......." His voice trailed off as he finally noticed the trail of clothes, his wifes clothes leading to the kitchen. He followed the fabric trail laughing, he found Buffy propped against the counter completely nude, he raised his eyebrows at her, "Comfy?"

"It's just so hot out." She batted her eyelashes at him.

He had her in his arms in seconds, his cool body against her warmer one, "Does this help?" He grinned into her hair.

She wrapped her arms around him, "My own personal cooling unit." Her lips met his as she wrapped her legs around his waist and he carried her to thier bedroom.

Many hours later he lay with her wrapped around him, "Do you hear that?"

She craned her head listening carefully, "I don't hear anything, Spike."

He grinned, "That's the sound of silence.....we haven't had that 'round here for awhile."

She rolled towards him, "You miss them already don't you?"

He kissed her , "I do, luv. You too?"

"Me too, but it's nice to have some time alone."

He groaned as he gave her a squeeze of his own, "Alone is good, too"

They melted into each other - "I guess I don't have to worry about you afterall." She giggled against him.