Random ramlbings of a daddy to be and an allround shock
by TJ
"With a resounding crash behind him, Xander ran as fast as long legs
would carry him into the kitchen.
One month.
One whole anger and tear-filled month had passed since Willow had shocked
them all, and were they sure as hell paying for it. Angel was constantly
getting caught sneaking around the red head's bedroom, trying to straighten up
the strewn bed clothing and numerous clothes thrown over the floor. Each time
Willow tried to do something, Angel was there. Standing over her like a
guardian angel, ready to right the wrongs of a stained shirt or correct the
balance of a misplaced mug of forgotten coffee. Something Willow was objecting
to most loudly. She constantly screamed that she wasn't helpless, just
pregnant and if Angel valued his testicles, he would do well to remember that
in the future. Unfortunately, it looked like Willow was going to have to carry
out her threat for the older vampire to get it through his thick, but well
intentioned, skull.
Xander himself was trying to weather the Willow storm as she rode the
rollercoaster of emotions. Unfortunately, the redhead had paid too much
attention to one of his numerous mutterings. The one where he had gotten Spike
into a fit of the giggles. The one where he compared Willow's performance to
that of an Academy Award Winner. How was he to know that the witch was
standing three steps behind him?
All he had said was that Meryl Streep was probably already looking into
buying the movie rights to Willow's mood swings.
Needless to say, he had been in agony after the witch had attacked him
with a cake batter-coated wooden spoon. Spike hadn't helped either, the blond
had been content to just laugh at the brunette's squeals of pain as Willow had
made sure the brunette's thighs were as red as her hair. Angel had come into
the kitchen, taken one look at Xander being slapped at by a teary Willow and
had gone straight back out again.
OK, he conceded that he really shouldn't have made fun of the red head,
but she was so damn funny. One minute it was all happiness and light, then not
even half a second later, she was weepy that none of them would love her once
she was fat and ugly. Of course, that pretty much guaranteed a sucking up
session by all males and damn it! Xander was jealous, why couldn't he pull the
sympathy routine? Then he could enjoy his three partners fawning all over him
for a change. Of course that would mean getting pregnant, and to get pregnant
he would have to have a period, and to have a period would mean he would have
to get a womb from somewhere....and that was pretty interesting in an odd
Hellmouthy way. Could he spontaneously grow a vagina and womb, or would that
be just way too odd for the Hellmouth?
Spike would go for it, that much he knew. The blond vampire would
probably attack his Sire in order to be the first one to pluck Xander's newly
appeared virginity. Angel would probably think he was the one to blame that
Xander was now a woman, all because Angel didn't wear the light mauve
embroidered waistcoat back in bloody 1886 or something equally as stupid.
Whenever something wierd happened, Angel always thought that he was to blame,
no-one else but the 240 year old vampire. Willow would more than likely set
him on fire for just daring to make a mockery of her womanhood and 'delicate'
state.
OK, he was weird.
What the hell was he doing? Oh yeah, he was getting his beloved another
cup of green tea, this time in the specific cup as requested. Rooting around
in the back of the crockery cupboard, he ignored the snickers coming from the
kitchen table. Demanded tea cup and saucer found, he sighed his thanks to the
gods that it wasn't the one he had broken last week. God only knew how Willow
would have reacted if it had been the purple and green tartan set she had her
heart set on. He had only broken it after Spike had dared him to and Xander,
never being one to refuse a challenge, had wholeheartedly jumped on the
offensive china. Both men had hollered and whooped as the brunette had stomped
on Angel's last Christmas present from Wesley, grinding the set into the
kitchen floor.
"Did someone displease the Princess?"
"Shut up Spike, do want her to hear you? You know she's got better
hearing now...she's just plain creepy!"
Both men froze as they heard a few noises coming from the direction of
Willow's bedroom. Two sets of shoulders wearily sank in relief as they
realised that the witch hadn't heard them.
"You just about finished that yet?"
"How the fuck can I be finished when I don't even know where to start?
Never in my whole unlife did I think that I would ever regret shagging, but
Red had made me regret it."
Willow had banned Spike from the bedroom. He didn't get to touch or speak
to Willow until he had traced his family tree. The witch was paranoid in
thinking that one day, her unborn child might just fall in love and marry
someone that was way to close in the gene pool to be considered legal. Spike
was going nuts. He had technically gone nuts after the first day, patience had
never been his strong point. Both Angel and Xander had taken pity on him.
Xander was more than happy to let Spike fuck him into the floor, normally the
blond vampire was the receiver, oddly submissive for a vampire - not that
Xander complained - so the turnabout was something to be enjoyed.
Both Angel and Xander were complying with his frustrated leanings but for
some reason, Spike's two male lovers refused to wear lipstick while giving the
bleached blond blowjobs. Why, the younger vampire really had no idea...it
wasn't as if it was kinky or anything, and the Revlon Spiced Paprika would go
so well with the dark hair and chocolate eyes. Briefly wondering if he could
convince Angel to wear the soft pink cashmere sweater he had 'borrowed' from
the ex-watcher, Wesley's, place. Spike growled and continued to think of poncy
names from the 1900's. He really had no idea of his family tree but he wanted
a Willow shag and the sooner he got the family tree out of the way, the sooner
he was cock deep in Willow juices.
There was no way she would be able to tell he had made it all up himself
and thanks to that limp dick Wesley, he was almost finished. It looked good,
all he had done was copy the idiot watcher's family tree, substituting the
names for ones he had made up himself. Another glance at the almost finished
tree, he gathered up the numerous bits of paper and spread them across the
floor, taping the sheets of paper together to form one huge spread of paper.
"Fuck, look at that! It's huge, I wonder what mine looks like?"
"Like the zoo's primate area, bloody baboons and chimps everywhere. Don't
whinge at me Whelp, I've seen your sodding mother and it aint pretty"
"OI! Watch where you drip that sodding milk, whelp. Christ, with that
muck, anyone would think you were the pregnant one!"
Apologising, Xander hastily wiped at the dripping bowl of Cheeto's and
milk. Spike would literally kill him if anything got in the way of a Willow
shag and himself. Both Angel and Xander had tried to help the bleached blond
as much as possible but after mucking it up a few times, they had to ask
Wesley for help with the family tree. The timid ex-watcher had come over three
times a week, while Willow was out, and had helped with tracking down some of
the vampire's relatives via the internet. As far as Willow knew, Spike had
been a good boy and had managed to do all of it by himself so far.
"Catherine Embsary, that rings a bell"
"How the hell can it? She was dead before your grandfather was born"
"No...no, I mean it. I've seen that name somewhere, I'm so sure"
Growling at the excited brunette, Spike whispered for him to be quiet
lest Willow come out in one of her snits. Silence descended immediately upon
the living room as Xander clapped a hand to his mouth, looking nervously over
his shoulder for the Willow storm to start asking why he had raised his voice.
Xander continued to look at the long deceased woman's name, he *knew* that he
had seen that name somewhere before. Spike had told both Angel and him about a
few of the women he had borne children with, Catherine however, was the one he
spoke of the most. Catherine had apparently been a noble woman of high
standing, later marrying another aristocrat after having the issue of her
child swept under the carpet, an arranged marriage before she could show too
much. The baby being born early of course.
"No really...I think I saw her name in something else. But where?"
Like a thunderbolt out of the blue, Xander paled as he remembered just
where he had seen the name. A weak snicker as he ignored the protests of an
annoyed bleached blond, the human pulled out Wesley's family tree. Scanning it
intently, he slapped at the vampire's grasping hands as the blond leaned
against the couch.
"Put it down. If you ruin that, you can bloody well sit listening to the
ponce lecture about respecting other people's sodding belongings."
"Uh Spike...do you know the name of the Earl or whatever Catherine
married?"
"No and it was a Lord, why?"
Just as well they were both sitting down, Xander thought. The name was
burning into his retinas. How the hell did one break this type of news to a
much neglected vampire?
Catherine Embsary married Lord Jamieson Whyndham-Pryce.
Three sons.
William, Lucian and Thomas.
Xander traced the lineage on all three sons. Thomas had died a bachelor,
but that didn't mean he hadn't knocked up one of the maids. Lucian produced
only girls with his wife, Charlotte, whom in turn had produced a mixture of
sons and daughters. That didn't mean anything either. Finger trembling, the
brunette traced the eldest sons lineage right down to the present day
offspring. Wesley, Jacqui and Jamieson.
If it was the same woman, then Wesley was Spike's great-great grandson.
Grandpa Spike. Unable to help himself, Xander snickered, letting them his
amusement grow to noisy proportions. Gasping, Xander pointed out the names to
Spike who was growling at him to be quiet. All of a sudden the growls stopped.
The brunette chanced a look at the bleached blond, his snickers coming to an
abrupt halt as he heard a thump beside him.
Spike had fainted.
the end.