TITLE: Growing Up on the Hellmouth pt 17/?
AUTHOR: Faery     
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DISTRIBUTION: If you've already asked me, go ahead and take it. 
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PAIRING: Spike/Dawn
RATING:  PG-13 for this part
DISCLAIMER: Joss owns all.  Joss rules all.  But if he ever wants to
give up Spike I'd be more than happy to play with him for a while.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: The timeline is a little out of wack, but canon does
make an appearance every once in a while
SUMMARY:  A bit of a calm before the storm


Giles allowed a slight smile to grace his face.  It was such a rare
thing to find a moment of peace lately, yet here it was, in the
middle of a hospital no less.  Around him everyone was sleeping. 
Buffy was resting quietly in her bed, and in the next bed over, Spike
and Dawn lay curled together.  There had been a huge argument about
that, no one wanting to see the vampire in bed with Dawn, but in the
end everyone was too exhausted to argue over the matter, and Spike
had won out.  Dawn and Spike had been the first to drop off, around
3am, creating their own cocoon of peace in each other's arms.

The rest of the children had stayed up until nearly sunrise.  Giles
had explained to the best of his ability the events that had
transpired, and all of them had been so shocked, more by the severity
of Joyce's illness than anything.  For a while, tension had filled
the air, until the pizza man knocked at the door.  Xander grinned
impishly and ran to the door, looking down the hall nervously before
tossing some cash at the delivery boy and snatching the food inside. 
After that, much needed frivolity had abounded.  Giles had stayed
awake and watched it all.  Once they had all fallen asleep, he too
drifted off.  But old habits die hard.  Once again he found that he
was the last to sleep and the first to rise.  He could hardly believe
the time when he glanced at the clock.  It was nearly noon, yet he
couldn't muster the will to wake everyone while they were still
sleeping so peacefully.  Xander, Anya, Willow and Tara were all
curled up on the floor at his feet, slight snores filling the air. 
He hadn't the heart to wake them.

The choice was taken out of his hands though, when a doctor entered
the room.

"Mr. Summers?" he asked quietly, peering into the dim room.

"No, no.  Rupert Giles," he said, rising to his feet and cautiously
stepping over the sleeping figures and slipping into the hall to
speak to the doctor.  "I...I'm a close friend of the family.  Mrs.
Summers...Joyce...is she alright?"

The doctor smiled at him and patted his shoulder reassuringly.  "Yes,
that's what I've come to tell you.  She went into surgery earlier
this morning and she's in recovery right now.   She will probably be
asleep for several more hours, but I just wanted to let you know that
everything went very smoothly.  We couldn't have asked for a better
surgery.  We'd still like to keep her for observation for another
day, to make sure complications don't arise, but after that she
should be free to go home."

"That's absolutely splendid!" Giles exclaimed.

"I'm sure you're little "family" will be happy to hear the news as
well.  But if I were you I'd give them a few more hours of sleep. 
From what the nurses told me, a group of young people were up the
entire night terrorizing the floor and making quite a ruckus."

"They are quite the handful," Giles admitted with a smile.  "But they
are quite devoted as well.  You couldn't ask for a better group to be
at your back in times of trouble."

"I'm glad to hear it," the doctor replied.  "One of the greatest
factors in a speedy recovery is having loyal support.  It boosts the
spirits of patients.  Enjoy telling them the good news.  I have to go
on rounds now."

"Thank you very much, doctor."

"You're very welcome.  Oh, and Mr. Giles?"

"Yes?"

"Glad to see you've managed a trip to the hospital *without* a trauma
to the head," the doctor teased, having recognized Giles once he
stepped out of the dark room.

"Indeed," Giles smiled in reply.

He moved to go back into the room, and inside he heard many loud
scuffling sounds as the room's occupants hurried back to their
original positions, not wanting to be caught eavesdropping.  Once
inside, he was nearly barreled over by the two girls who had their
arms around him.

"Oh my God!" the squealed in unison.  "She's going to be alright!"

Giles smiled down at the beaming faces of Dawn and Buffy.  "Yes...I
believe she will."

Down the hall the workers at the nurses' station frowned at the loud
noise resounding from the Summers' room.  The sounds of joyous
laughter and whoops of relief could be heard over the entire hall

* * * * * * * * * *

*several days later*

"I'm not so sure about this," Joyce said, looking up at her daughter
with trepidation in her voice.  "Really, I feel fine.  The doctors
gave me medicine for my headaches and I have numbers I can call in
case of an emergency.  I don't think this is necessary."

"But Mom, you need someone to look out for you, and I can't be there
all the time.  And she can help watch Dawn too.  It's only temporary,
until you're back on your feet again."

"But Buffy, it's just so *strange*.  I mean, she looks just like
you." Joyce said, looking up at what could be her daughter's twin
standing next to Buffy.  Then she turned her eyes onto the vampire
standing slightly back from everyone else.  "And Spike, while I
appreciate the gesture, I really would like to know why you had a
robot created that is an exact replica of my daughter."

Spike got a guilty look on his face and began examining a spot on the
rug.  "I...um...that is..." he stuttered, not able to find words to
explain without him getting a full blown lecture.

"Spike thought she could help with Slaying," Dawn piped in
quickly.  "He knew Buffy was going through a lot, and figured a robot
could do some of the easier patrolling things so Buffy could
concentrate on her family.  When he found out how sick you were, he
had her programmed with brain surgeon stuff so she could watch over
you."

"While that's very...um, sweet...I'm not certain that I'm comfortable
with a robot version of my daughter taking care of me."

"Please, mom," Dawn pleaded.  "I can't stand the idea of something
bad happening to you, and it won't be all the time.  Just when Buffy
has to slay or save the world or something."

Joyce looked at the figures peering down at her in her bed.  Two
Buffy's staring at her was almost too much for her to take, but then
she saw the concern etched in all of their brows...well everyone
except the Buffybot who was smiling blithely at her...and she decided
that it couldn't hurt to at least give it a try.

"Alright, Dr. Buffy can stay, but only until I'm better.  I might
have a heart attack if I had to deal with two Buffy's on a full-time
basis."

"Gee thanks mom," Buffy said sarcastically, before bending down to
give her a hug.  "Ok, now everybody shoo," Buffy said, making motions
towards the door.  "You just got back from the hospital, so you
really should rest.  Take a nice nap, and I can make dinner for you
later."

"Ok, is this really my daughter, or is the robot speaking?"

"Hey, I can cook!" Buffy protested.

"So, Joyce, would you like your cereal with or without milk?" Spike
quipped.

"That's not fair!  I can cook...honest!"

"Whatever you say, honey.  But you might want to have the robot help
you just in case."

"Fine," Buffy said, dragging the Buffybot behind her.

"Buf I'm not programmed to cook!" the Buffybot replied.

"You'll learn.  C'mon, we've only got five hours until dinner.  If we
hurry we might make it."

Spike chuckled as Buffy hurried to the kitchen, and he and Dawn were
about to leave when Joyce stopped them.

"Hold on you two.  I want to ask you something, and I want an honest
answer."

"Sure, what is it Mom?"

"Well, I've noticed how...close... you two have become recently.  And
I guess there is no easy way to ask this, so here goes.  Spike... are
you sleeping with my daughter?"

"Mom!  How could you ask something like that?" Dawn exclaimed.

"Dawn, sweetie, I'm not a fool.  I learn from my mistakes.  Buffy was
dating Angel for months before I realized she even had a boyfriend. 
She slept with him and the world nearly ended.  I'm not going to make
the same mistake with you.  I can live with my daughter dating a
vampire.  God knows I've learned to accept stranger things in the
past couple of years, but there will be ground rules set. 
Understand?  So Spike, I'll ask again...are you sleeping with my
daughter?"

"No," he answered demurely.

"Do you *want* to sleep with her?"

Spike's eyes widened and his jaw dropped.  He opened and closed his
mouth a couple times before snapping it shut, he teeth making an
audible clicking noise.

"You listen hear young man..."

"Now Joyce, I'm over a hundred years old.  I hardly think the
term `young' still applies."

"You know what I mean...now just listen.  My daughter is only 14
years old.  That is far too young for her to be engaging in sexual
activity with a boyfriend."

"Mom...I'll be fifteen in a few days.  I'm not a kid anymore.  I
don't need the big `sex talk'."

"You know, back in the day she'd already be married with two pups by
her side at this age."

"Will you *please* just listen to me without interrupting!" Joyce
yelled.

"Oh...oh my," Joyce said, suddenly gripping her head and lying back
in her bed.

"Mom!" Dawn exclaimed, rushing to her side.  "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine...just fine.  My head just hurts a little, that's all.  Now
if you'd just let me finish, we can avoid more of this.   The only
point I wanted to make is that my daughter, while mature for her age,
is still growing up.  And I think she is still too young to be having
sex.  I will give you my blessing to date, but promise me you will be
the gentleman I know you once were."

"No sex till she's older...do you both understand that?"

"Yes, Mom," they both sheepishly replied, a bit embarrassed by the
whole line of conversation.

"Ok children, I think I am going to take that nap now.  It's such a
lovely day though...why don't you go outside and play?" she said
drowsily.

"Uh, mom?  The sun's out," Dawn said.

It was too late though.  Joyce had already fallen into an exhausted
sleep.  Spike and Dawn quietly tip-toed out of the room.  Once
outside, Spike frowned and turned to Dawn.

"Your mum, you don't think she has it in for me do you?"

"No, of course not.  My mom likes you, even knowing you're a vampire
and all."

"So the sun thing, just a slip of the tongue, right?"

"Absolutely."

"If you say so," Spike said as he grabbed Dawn's hand and gave a
nervous glance back at her mom's room.  He was about to suggest that
they retire to her room until dinner when a loud crash came from the
kitchen.  A low growl came from Spike's throat as Dawn began to steer
them in the direction of the noise.

"What's wrong, Spike?"

"Stupid Slayer is always ruining my plans.  And they were good ones
too!"

"Oh, and just what were you planning, mister?"

Spike leaned in towards Dawn, his eyes mere inches from hers.  "Use
that lovely connection we have, and you tell me, nibblet."

Dawn's eyes opened wide as her mind was flooded with images of just
how far they could go without actually having sex.  Spike continued
his mental assault while leaning in closer to lick the side of her
neck.  "All sorts of nasty things," he whispered seductively.

Dawn blushed furiously, but was saved from having to reply by the
loud shriek that came from the kitchen.  "Dawn!  I think I need your
help!" Buffy yelled.

Dawn pulled away from Spike slightly, and looked up at him with a
grin on her face. 

"So Spike, can you cook?"


Faery

So...I hope you liked.  It's a little fluffier after all the agnst :-)
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