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Title: Truth & Possibilities 15a/?
Author: Appomattoxco
Rating: FRT
Pairings: Giles/Anya with the usual suppects.
Summary: During the summer after Buffy’s death Anya and Giles discover the truth about how the Key was made. Things get very crack’d from there.
Disclaimer: I don’t own BtVS, Angel or much of anything and I’m not making money off this it’s only for fun.
A/N: Huge hugs and thanks to Jane for the beta and Zanthinegirl for reading. They may be the only ones left
A/N#2 This is only part of a chapter and not much happens but after all this time I thought I’d post this and beg nicely for muse treats. AKA feedback. Previous chapters here or use the tag.
Last night, Dawn and Stephen had huddled in the basement with Buffy and Spike. Anya could tell this made Giles a little uncomfortable. He’d wanted to be there if Buffy needed him and a small part of Giles didn’t entirely trust Spike with Buffy. Anya found it amusing that it was the fact that Spike was male and not that he was a vampire that caused the reluctance. It also warmed her heart that he was able to judge Spike as an individual in spite of years of training as a Watcher. Anya enjoyed convincing him that a teenager and a weepy preschooler were chaperone enough. Nothing would happen between the grieving pair. There was no reason for her or Giles to give up their bed. After some sleep, she’d expressed her gratitude over his common sense. It was nice not to have anyone under 18 sharing the same floor.
It was almost noon when Anya came into the kitchen. Dawn, Tara and Stephen were eating breakfast. Since the there wasn’t a trail of milk and Cheerios on the counter, Tara or Dawn had fixed it for them or cleaned up after Stephen. She said good morning to them all and noted that Stephen looked no happier than he'd been the night before.
“I’m not going to be sad today,” Stephen said.
The grimace he showed Anya to prove his determination was more pouty than cheerful. At least it wasn’t cheerful in the emotional sense; he’d forgotten to swallow before he smiled.
“You don’t have to be sad," Tara told him. "Buffy and Spike already explained to you that they lost an old friend last night. They’ll be sad for a while but they’ll get better.”
Stephen gulped hard but it seemed to Anya that he was warding off tears not swallowing his food. “Are they sorry, Anya?”
“What? That Angel died?” Anya asked.
“Are Buffy and Spike sorry they killed the monster instead of giving me back to him?”
Before Anya could think of what to say to that, Tara said, "Stephen, why do you think Angel came for you?”
Stephen simply said, “Father showed me what the monster looked like.”
Dawn gaped like a trout, then started to speak. Anya realized what this meant before Dawn could ask him more questions. Stephen was the son Angel had come for. Vampires weren’t supposed to have children, but then they weren’t supposed to have souls either. This could explain what Stephen was and why Angel went berserk last night.
Her mind scrabbled for what to do and she looked at Stephen. Right now, finding out exactly what happened last night wasn’t as important as making this child, whoever he was, feel safe. Anya lifted his chin so he was looking right at her. “Stephen, nobody is sorry you’re still with us.”
“Are you sure?” Stephen asked.
Anya said, “I’m positive,” then looked up as Giles entered the room. He looked rested and yummy and his hair was damp from the shower. She hated that one more complication was being added to their life.
“Anya, is something wrong?” Giles said.
“Just the usual, dear.” Anya remembered how Giles had reacted to Dawn’s parentage when he found out. Poor Stephen was messed up enough. Anya had no idea how Spike, Buffy, or Giles would react to this news but it might be better if Stephen didn’t see it. “Dawn, why don’t you go down and play some very loud Xbox with Stephen? You can tell Buffy and Spike it’s time to get up. I’ll pull the blinds for Spike.”
“Anya, they got zero sleep," Dawn protested. "I get that this is uber-important, but I think even Buffy deserves to keep vamp hours today.”
Anya got puzzled looks from the males in the room, but Tara said, “Just do it, Dawnie. Give us half an hour. Okay?”
Dawn heaved the kind of sigh only a teenager can manage. “All right. Pugsley, you can shake awake the super-strong sleepyheads. I’ll stand way on the other side of the room holding a giant catcher’s mitt for when they fling you across the room. It’ll be fun.”
Giles said, “Use your voices to wake them and stay out of arms' reach—and the line of fire!”
“Dawnie, your dad’s no fun,” Stephen complained.
Anya looked at Tara and they both broke into stress-induced giggles.
Author: Appomattoxco
Rating: FRT
Pairings: Giles/Anya with the usual suppects.
Summary: During the summer after Buffy’s death Anya and Giles discover the truth about how the Key was made. Things get very crack’d from there.
Disclaimer: I don’t own BtVS, Angel or much of anything and I’m not making money off this it’s only for fun.
A/N: Huge hugs and thanks to Jane for the beta and Zanthinegirl for reading. They may be the only ones left
A/N#2 This is only part of a chapter and not much happens but after all this time I thought I’d post this and beg nicely for muse treats. AKA feedback. Previous chapters here or use the tag.
Last night, Dawn and Stephen had huddled in the basement with Buffy and Spike. Anya could tell this made Giles a little uncomfortable. He’d wanted to be there if Buffy needed him and a small part of Giles didn’t entirely trust Spike with Buffy. Anya found it amusing that it was the fact that Spike was male and not that he was a vampire that caused the reluctance. It also warmed her heart that he was able to judge Spike as an individual in spite of years of training as a Watcher. Anya enjoyed convincing him that a teenager and a weepy preschooler were chaperone enough. Nothing would happen between the grieving pair. There was no reason for her or Giles to give up their bed. After some sleep, she’d expressed her gratitude over his common sense. It was nice not to have anyone under 18 sharing the same floor.
It was almost noon when Anya came into the kitchen. Dawn, Tara and Stephen were eating breakfast. Since the there wasn’t a trail of milk and Cheerios on the counter, Tara or Dawn had fixed it for them or cleaned up after Stephen. She said good morning to them all and noted that Stephen looked no happier than he'd been the night before.
“I’m not going to be sad today,” Stephen said.
The grimace he showed Anya to prove his determination was more pouty than cheerful. At least it wasn’t cheerful in the emotional sense; he’d forgotten to swallow before he smiled.
“You don’t have to be sad," Tara told him. "Buffy and Spike already explained to you that they lost an old friend last night. They’ll be sad for a while but they’ll get better.”
Stephen gulped hard but it seemed to Anya that he was warding off tears not swallowing his food. “Are they sorry, Anya?”
“What? That Angel died?” Anya asked.
“Are Buffy and Spike sorry they killed the monster instead of giving me back to him?”
Before Anya could think of what to say to that, Tara said, "Stephen, why do you think Angel came for you?”
Stephen simply said, “Father showed me what the monster looked like.”
Dawn gaped like a trout, then started to speak. Anya realized what this meant before Dawn could ask him more questions. Stephen was the son Angel had come for. Vampires weren’t supposed to have children, but then they weren’t supposed to have souls either. This could explain what Stephen was and why Angel went berserk last night.
Her mind scrabbled for what to do and she looked at Stephen. Right now, finding out exactly what happened last night wasn’t as important as making this child, whoever he was, feel safe. Anya lifted his chin so he was looking right at her. “Stephen, nobody is sorry you’re still with us.”
“Are you sure?” Stephen asked.
Anya said, “I’m positive,” then looked up as Giles entered the room. He looked rested and yummy and his hair was damp from the shower. She hated that one more complication was being added to their life.
“Anya, is something wrong?” Giles said.
“Just the usual, dear.” Anya remembered how Giles had reacted to Dawn’s parentage when he found out. Poor Stephen was messed up enough. Anya had no idea how Spike, Buffy, or Giles would react to this news but it might be better if Stephen didn’t see it. “Dawn, why don’t you go down and play some very loud Xbox with Stephen? You can tell Buffy and Spike it’s time to get up. I’ll pull the blinds for Spike.”
“Anya, they got zero sleep," Dawn protested. "I get that this is uber-important, but I think even Buffy deserves to keep vamp hours today.”
Anya got puzzled looks from the males in the room, but Tara said, “Just do it, Dawnie. Give us half an hour. Okay?”
Dawn heaved the kind of sigh only a teenager can manage. “All right. Pugsley, you can shake awake the super-strong sleepyheads. I’ll stand way on the other side of the room holding a giant catcher’s mitt for when they fling you across the room. It’ll be fun.”
Giles said, “Use your voices to wake them and stay out of arms' reach—and the line of fire!”
“Dawnie, your dad’s no fun,” Stephen complained.
Anya looked at Tara and they both broke into stress-induced giggles.
